Come on! Farewell my kingdom, and all hail Enter DE KAIMS and Knights, &c. De Kaims. Is 't madness or a hunger after death That makes thee thus unarm'd throw taunts at us?Yield, Stephen, or my sword's point dips in The gloomy current of a traitor's heart. Stephen. Do it, De Kaims, I will not budge an inch. De Kaims. How dare, against a man disarm'd? Stephen. What weapons has the lion but himself! Come not near me, De Kaims, for by the price Of all the glory I have won this day, Being a king, I will not yield alive Το any but the second man of the realm, Robert of Glocester. De Kaims. Thou shalt vail to me. Stephen. Shall I, when I have sworn against it, sir? And, Stephen, I must compass it. No, no, Do not tempt me to throttle you on the gorge, A Soldier. Is an honest yeoman's spear Stephen. 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! SCENE IV.-A Presence Chamber. Queen MAUD in a Chair of State, the Earls of GLOCESTER and CHESTER, Lords, Attend ants. Maud. Glocester, no more: I will behold that Boulogne: Glocester. Faithful counsel have I given; If wary, for your Highness' benefit. Maud. The Heavens forbid that I should not think so, For by thy valor have I won this realm, Which by thy wisdom I will ever keep. To sage advisers let me ever bend A meek attentive ear, so that they treat Of the wide kingdom's rule and government, Advised, not school'd, I would be; and henceforth Spoken to in clear, plain, and open terms, Not side-ways sermon'd at. 'Tis not for worldly pomp I wish to see The rebel, but as dooming judge to give A sentence something worthy of his guilt. Glocester. If 't must be so, I'll bring him to your presence. [Exit GLOCESTER. Maud. A meaner summoner might do as well— My Lord of Chester, is 't true what I hear Eats wholesome, sweet, and palatable food Off Glocester's golden dishes-drinks pure wine, Chester. More than that, my gracious Queen, In counsel, dreams too much among his books. To play the Alexander with Darius. Maud. Truth! I think so. By Heavens it shall not last! Chester. It would amaze your Highness now to mark How Glocester overstrains his courtesy To that crime-loving rebel, that Boulogne Maud. That ingrate! Chester. For whose vast ingratitude To our late sovereign lord, your noble sire, Or, if it please him, play an hour at chess- Chester. And for his perjury, Of indoor pageantry; while syren whispers, A queen's nod Can make his June December. Here he comes. IN midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool, Of Emperor Elfinan; famed ev'rywhere Whose lips were solid, whose soft hands were made To pamper his slight wooing, warm, yet staid: II. This was a crime forbidden by the law; They wept, he sinn'd, and still he would sin on, They dreamt of sin, and he sinn'd while they slept; In vain the pulpit thunder'd at the throne, Caricature was vain, and vain the tart lampoon. *This Poem was written subject to future amendments and omissions: it was begun without a plan, and without any prescribed laws for the supernatural machinery.-CHARLES BROWN. |