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A Soldier. Is an honest yeoman's spear
Ah, dastard ! De Kaims. What, you are vulnerable! my
prisoner! Stephen. No, not yet. I disclaim it, and demand Death as a sovereign right unto a king Who 'sdains to yield to any but his peer, If not in title, yet in noble deeds, The Earl of Glocester. Stab to the hilt, De Kaims, For I will never by mean hands be led From this so famous field. Do you hear! Be quick!
[Trumpets. Enter the Earl of CHESTER
SCENE IV.-A Presence Chamber. Queen Maud in
a Chair of State, the Earls of GLOCESTER and CHESTER, Lords, Attendants.
Maud. Glocester, no more.
I will behold that Boulogne: Set him before me. Not for the poor sake Of regal pomp and a vain-glorious hour, As thou with wary speech, yet near enough, Hast hinted.
Glocester. Faithful counsel have I given; If wary, for your Highness' benefit.
Maud. The Heavens forbid that I should not
For by thy valour have I won this realm,
Then, in plain terms,
Your pardon, brother,
Chester. More than that, my gracious Queen,
Maud. Truth! I think so. By Heavens, it shall
not last! Chester. It would amaze your Highness now to
Maud. That ingrate!
For whose vast ingratitude
Maud. A perjured slave!
And for his perjury
Maud. A frost upon his summer!
A queen's nod Can make his June December. Here he comes.
THE CAP AND BELLS;
OR, THE JEALOUSIES.
A FAERY TALE.
N midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool,
There stood, or hover'd, tremulous in the air, A faery city, 'neath the potent rule Of Emperor Elfinan; famed ev'rywhere For love of mortal women, maidens fair, Whose lips were solid, wl ose soft hands were made Of a fit mould and beauty, ripe and rare,
To pamper his slight wooing, warm yet staid : He lov'd girls smooth as shades, but hated a mere
I“ This Poem was written pieces, and strange outbursts subject to future amendments of individual fancy and felici. and omissions; it was begun tous expressions in the ' Cap without a plan, and without and Bells,' though the general any prescribed laws for the extravagance of the poetry is supernatural machinery.” more suited to an Italian than CHARLES Brown.
to an English taste."— JEF“There are beautiful pas- FREY, Letter to the Editor, sages and lines of ineffable Aug. 1848. sweetness in these minor