UC-NRLF B ^ 102 H31 ^:^ M €.^iA/%^---^^^^*-t m. !;i'" ^^ • •-••• . •• • » <• s a • • a I a •r • • • Copyright, 1884 By Thomas Y. Crowell & Co. Printed in the United States of America Pf^ SSo INTRODUCTION. If the history of EngHsh poetry teaches us any thing, it teaches us that the succession of poets who have illustrated it since Chaucer is divided into two classes, one of which may be said to represent the characteristics of the periods wherein it flourished, while the other may be said to represent the characteristics of the line which it per- petuates. Belonging to the first class were the successors of Shake- speare, who was an evolution of the dramatic element of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries ; the successors of Dryden, particularly Pope, who was an evolution of the satiric element of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries ; and the successors of Thomson, particu- larly Cowper and Wordsworth, who were an evolution of the nature- element of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. There are, of course, other elements than those I have indicated, in the verse of these poets and their followers, for no poet worthy of the name was ever content to play upon one string ; but it was rather as evolutions of these elements that they rose to distinction, and are remembered now, than as intense individualities such as from time to time appear in religion, in philosophy, in politics, and in art, and found dynasties. The first of these powerful personalities in English poetry was Chris- topher Marlowe. Born two months before Shakespeare, the son of a shoemaker at Canterbury, nothing is known of his childhood or youth ©*ccept that he was admitted to the King's School in his native city. ■U4.8u;^ xw W INTRODUCTION. where he remained three or four years ; and that he was removed to Cambridge, where he became a member of Benet College, and was matriculated as pensioner shortly after the completion of his seven- teenth year. 1 wo years later he took the degree of A.B., and, four years later, that of A.M. He is believed to have owed his mainte- nance at college to some wealthy relative, or some patron whose favor he won by early indications of genius ; and it is plain, Dyce thinks, that he was educated with a view to one of the learned professions : most probably he was intended for the Church. But churchman he was not to be ; for, like Greene and Nash, who had preceded him, lie made his v/ay up to London, and became a player and a drama- tist. Prer/iCiy wher, this occurred has not been ascertained : all that is certain is, that his first play, the first part of '* Tamburlaine the Great," was performed at the Curtain before his twenty-third year. The earliest flowering of the English drama, the germs of which must be sought in the rude interludes of Skelton and Heywood, was the "Gorboduc" of Sackville and Newton, which was played before Queen Elizabeth at Whitehall, about two years anterior to the birth of Marlowe. The production of " Gorboduc " was an important event, partly because it was the first work written in English for scenic representation that deserved the name of a tragedy, but more because it was the first in which the rhyming quatrains, or couplets, of earlier playwrights were supplanted by the new measure, blank verse, which Lord Surrey had discovered more than twenty years before. Professing to deal with history, — for Gorboduc figures in the old chronicles as a king of Britain, — it was followed by a series of more or less historical plays, among which may be mentioned "Appius and Virginia," "Damon and Pythias," "Cambyses," "Marius and Sylla," "The Battle of Alcazar," " Edward L," "Alphonsus, King of Arragon," and lastly "Tamburlaine the Great." If Marlowe went up to London, as he is supi)osed to have done, with the expectation of finding a larger field for the exercise of his talents there than at Cambridge, he went at tlie right time ; for never before nor since was the demand for such talents as he possessed so clamorous or so constant. It had been stimulated, if not created, by three or four INTRODUCTION. men like himself, one being Thomas Nash, who had been his contem- porary at Cambridge; another, Robert Greene, also a Cambridge man ; and a third, George Peele, who had taken the degree of M.A. at Oxford. They were authors, in that they wrote for their livelihood, and hack-writers, in that they wrote what the stationers wanted. Of the three, Greene was the most popular; for he had a knack of scribbling stories that hit the taste of the time, and he could manu- facture a play at a pinch when he had an order for one. They were loose and careless livers, rioting at taverns and ordinaries when a successful play or pamphlet put money in their pu'rses, and skulking in out-of-the-way lodgings when their money w^s gone. The period was prohfic in poets, of whom the most noted w.re Thomas Sackville, Lord Buckhurst, who, besides " GOrboduc," had written the Induc- tion to "The Mirror for Magistrates;" Edmund Spenser, who had written the " Shepherd's Calendar ; " William Warner, who had writ- ten "Albion's England;" John Lyly, who had written " Euphues," and several court comedies ; George Gascoigne, who had written " The Steel Glass," and other poesies ; and George Whetstone, who had written " Promos and Cassandra," which was one day to be of use to Shakespeare in writing "Measure for Measure." It was to make his way among poets like these, whose works were no doubt known to him, that Marlowe went up to London ; and he made his way at once with " Tamburlaine," greatly to the dissatisfaction of Nash, — who, in his preHminary epistle to Greene's " Menaphon," satirized him and his measure, which he described as the swelling bombast of bragging blank verse, — as well as to the dissatisfaction of Greene himself, whose popularity as a dramatist was suddenly eclipsed. One must be somewhat familiar with Elizabethan poetry before he can fully understand the significance of the dramatic revo- lution that followed the production of " Tamburlaine." He should at least read " Gorboduc," and two or three of the plays of Peele and Greene, — say, Peele's " Arraignment of Paris," and Greene's " Or- lando Furioso," — before he reads "Tamburlaine," which will amply repay him for that dreary preparation, and clearly demonstrate the superior genius of Marlowe. Conscious of his powers, and confident V 1 INTRO D UC TION. of himself, he had a greater aptitude for dramatic writing than any of his contemporaries. His impetuous spirit refused to be fettered by rhyme, which he felt was inadequate for dramatic purposes ; and, if Surrey had not discovered blank verse, we may be sure that he would have discovered it, for his use of it, all things considered, was the greatest discovery of all. He was the first to divine its capacities, and to develop them heroically. He knew what he was about when he sat down to write "Tamburlaine." " From jigging veins of rhyming mother-wits, And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay, We'll lead you to the stately tent of war, Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine Threatening the world with high astounding terms, And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword. View but his picture in this tragic glass, And then applaud his fortunes as you please." The first part of " Tamburlaine," which was represented, we are assured, before Marlowe had attained his twenty-third year, was speedily succeeded by the second part. " The general welcomes Tamburlaine receiv'd, When he arrived last upon the stage. Have made our poet pen his Second Part, Where Death cuts off the progress of his pomp. And murderous Fates throw all his triumphs down." "Tamburlaine" was succeeded by "The Tragical History of Dr. Faustus," "The Jew of Malta," "Edward the Second," and "The Massacre of Paris." It may interest the reader of this sketch to know that the celebrated actor Edward Allyn, the founder of Duhvich College, played the part of Tamburlaine in a copper-laced coat and red velvet breeches, and the part of Barabas the Jew with a false nose. It would seem, indeed, as Dyce has pointed out. that, on the early English stage, the children of Israel were always furnislied with an extra quantity of nose, as if a race so universally hated could hardly be made to appear too ugly. Tlie career of Marlowe was introduction: vii more illustrious, it seems to me, than that of any other English poet ; for no other English poet, so far as I remember, ever surpassed all his contemporaries at so early an age as he, or ever achieved so much distinction by his first work. Other poets, the most eminent, served 1 their apprenticeship in the divine art; from the beginning, Marlowe was a master. That his success was resented, as we are told it was, by Greene and Nash, was natural ; for, not to insist upon the jeal- ousy and envy with which the poetic temperament has always been credited, and of which they had, no doubt, their full share, it touched them in that vital part, — the pocket. They had the market to them- selves before this young interloper from Cambridge set up a stall of his own, and had his wares preferred to theirs. It was monstrous, sirs, monstrous. The personal history of Marlowe was probably not worse than the personal history of most of his dramatic contemporaries, — certainly not worse than that of Greene, — but at best it was bad enough. He was dissolute, debauched, profligate, addicted to his cups; a swaggering roisterer, always ready for brawls. But others vvere as ready as he ; and among them was one Francis Archer, with whom he was feasting one summer-day at Deptford, and upon whom, while they were playing at backgammon, he suddenly drew his dagger, intending to stab him in the back. The intention was perceived by Archer, who avoided the blow, and, drawing his own dagger, struck him in the eye, bringing away the brains as he withdrew the weapon. In a few hours he was dead. Such was Christopher Marlowe, who perished in his thirtieth year, the greatest poet of his age, with the exception of William Shakespeare, whose greatness had still to mani- fest itself. The death of Marlowe was seized upon with avidity by the Puritans, and he was held up as an awful example of the judg- ment of God. He was a free-thinker, an atheist, a blasphemer ; there was no known crime that was not imputed to him. As no one man could have been guilty of all the wickedness he was charged with, and as one of his accusers was afterwards hanged at Tyburn, let us charitably render the Scotch verdict — " Not proven." The Devil himself is not as black as he is painted by the theologians. VI 11 INTRODUCTION. The great gift of poetry — the greatest which Heaven has con- ferred upon mankind, and the one which, if well balanced and wisely exercised, confers the greatest pleasure on mankind — is a dangerous gift to its possessor. It separates him from his fellows, whose pursuits are of material and not spiritual things ; and it creates for him a life in which they have no share. A law unto itself, it is lawlessness to them. If we cast our eyes back from the poets of the nineteenth century to the poets of the sixteenth century, — from Swinburne to Marlowe, say, — they will not rest upon many who command respect for what they were, as well as what they wrote ; who were men first, and poets afterward. We find, in this small group of immortals, the gracious figure of Shakespeare, the stern figure of Milton, the thoughtful figure of Wordsworth : we do not find Burns there, nor Byron, nor Shelley. Many of the errors with which the personal history of the English poets is stained were, no doubt, temperamental ; others appear to have been hereditary : but the greater number, I fear, were sheer wilfulness. The consciousness of great powers is a misfortune to all but the greatest minds, for these alone distinguish between their use and abuse. " Oh ! it is excellent To have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant." Power for power's sake is not poetry. Byron never learned this truth; but the young Keats — the manikin whom he wished some- body would flay alive — knew it instinctively. Hear him : — " A drainless shower Of light is poesy: 'tis the supreme of power; 'Tis might half slumbering on its own right arm; The very archings of her eyelids charm A thousand willing agents to obey; And still she governs with the mildest sway: But strength alone, though of the Muses born, Is like a fallen angel ; trees uptorn, Darkness and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchres, Delight it ; for it feeds upon the burrs INTRODUCTION. IX And thorns of life ; forgetting the great end Of poesy, — that it should be a friend To soothe the cares, and lift the thoughts, of man." As we define poetry, which is not to be defined, so we divide the poets into schools, which, strictly speaking, are not schools. The poetry of different periods is marked by certain characteristics, which are strong in some poets and weak in others, and which suggest other characteristics that have not yet manifested themselves. What most impresses me in the poetry of Marlowe, — a feeling of prodigality, a sense of daring, the splendor of a fiery spirit, — I find in no poet since, save in Algernon Charles Swinburne. I find great qualities in the old dramatists, — in Kyd, in Chapman, in Tourneur, in Ford, in Webster, — strange passions, strong situations, the terror and the pathos of tragedy ; but, with the exception of the scenes of Webster, they are not the body of their work, but rather the light that is flashed upon it, and the darkness in which that light is suddenly swallowed up. When we have left the great race of the old dramatists, — of whom Shirley, Lamb says, was the last, — we have left the glory and the greatness of English verse. We are among clever men, — satirists and wits, like Dryden and Pope and their followers, writers of natural description like Thomson, writers of pastorals and elegies, like Shen- stone and Lyttleton; but we are not among poets, — not among the makers. There is that in Collins and Gray which commands our admiration ; in Cowper, which commands our respect ; in Burns, which commands our love, — which ripples in smiles, and melts in the mist of tears. But the fervor, the force, the elemental energy of the old masters, is not theirs. They are fettered by poetic traditions. These traditions were loosened by Wordsworth and Coleridge, who quickened the materiality of their predecessors by the injection of their own personality, which they mistook for philosophy ; and by Scott, who discovered the metrical romance in balladry, or recovered it from this balladry, wherein, like the famous old German emperor, it had long slumbered, hearkening in dreams for the striking of the hour that was to awaken it. The fetters were loosened, but not broken, until Byron and Shelley rose in their young might, and indig INTRODUCTION. nantly rent them asunder, restoring to song its ancient kingdom, and to man his freedom of mind. One has not to read far in Byron and Shelley, before he feels that a new force is at work in English verse, and the determination of this feeling in himself is the determination of his intellectual condition. If he believes in the old order of things, it is a destructive force, and he condemns it : if he believes in a new order of things, it is a reconstructive force, and he applauds it. But whatever he believes, he recognizes the force. It is directed, in the poetry of Byron, against society and politics ; in the poetry of Shelley, against society, politics, and religion. One struck at the State, the other at the State and the Church. Of course their poetry was in- formed with other elements than those that are implied in this brief statement, for they were poets as well as revolutionists, — creators as i.vell as destroyers ; but in the main it was what I have indicated, — a fearless, resolute warfare with whatever men worshipped and feared. It is not ended yet, but it wdll be one day. " For freedom's battle, once begun, Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won." There have been no sudden makings of splendid names in Eng- and since the creator of " Childe Harold " woke up one morning, ind found himself famous ; but there have since been mornings there A'hen other creators have woke up, and found themselves not undis- tinguished. It was not so difficult to startle the readers of I^iglish verse in the second decade of the century as in the seventh ; for, whatever we may think of the poets of the former, it is certain tliey had not taken so strong a hold on their contemporaries as the poets of the latter, who had attained an excellence not before dreamed of, and who appeared to occupy every kingdom and province of song. The glory of Scott was the last red tints of a setting sun, and the glory of VVordswortii the first mild radiance of a rising moon, when Byron came like a comet, and paled their ineffectual fires. It was neither moonrise nor sunset when Swinburne came, but the full splen- dor of noontide, — the noontide of which the genius of Tennyson was INTRODUCTION. XI the golden light, and the genius of Browning the concourse of circum- ambient clouds. Between the fleeting shadow of these clouds and the girdling spaces of sunshine he stepped forth, — a slight figure in the garments of the Greek priesthood, — youthful but for the grave, far-off look in his eyes, and passionate but for the cold severity of his mien. Young priest of an old religion, he rekindled the fire upon its antique altar, and restored the worship of its imperious gods. Such was the coming of Swinburne with "Atalanta in Calydon." Re- garded reverently at all times by the few poets who were scholars, the study of Greek poetry was productive of but little in England after Chapman finished his translation of Homer. Other translations of lesser Greek poets followed, and other translations of Homer, the chiefest being the heroic version of Pope, — which the great critic Bendey admitted to be a pretty poem, though it was not Homer, — and the blank- verse rendering of Covvper, which was more faithful and less readable. The genius of Greek poetry was alien to the English mind until it revealed itself to the young imagination of Keats, who wore it in his heart of hearts, not because he was a scholar, — for a scholar he was not, — but because he was a Greek. There are a thou- sand faults in " Endymion," but the unpardonable fault of falsehood is not one of them. It is true, everywhere true to the spirit of Greek pastoral poetry, of which it was the first, and is the last, example in English song. How thoroughly the genius of Keats was possessed with the beautiful mythology of Greece, and how rapidly it matured his wonderful genius, which in writing " Endymion " outgrew the lush luxuriance of manner which is the worst defect of that poem, we see in his Odes "To Psyche," and "On a Grecian Urn," — exquisite pro- ductions in the purest style of art, — and in the fragment of " Hype- rion," wherein magnificence of conception and severity of expression are alike conspicuous, and where, for the first time, the epical height of the Greeks is attained by an English poet. The secret of " Hype- rion " and " Endymion " inhered in the temperament of Keats, who was a Greek, as one of his friends declared. The secret of " Ata- lanta in Calydon " was an outcome of the scholarship of Swinburne ; for only a scholar, and a ripe one, — a Grecian as distinguished from XI 1 INTRODUCTION. a Greek, — could have written that noble tragedy. It demanded more than the affluent sympathy of Keats : it demanded a fulness of knowl- edge which was denied him, — knowledge of the intention which was the inspiration of Greek tragedy, of the laws by which it was gov- erned, and of the end to which it was directed, and which was to awaken by the simplest means emotions of pity and terror. If the inspiration of " Atalanta in Calydon " could have been drawn from any source other than the scholarship of Swinburne, I do not know where to look for it among the writings of his contemporaries or predecessors. He must have admired the Hellenics of Landor, who, like himself, was a Greek, though of a different type ; but a pro- founder feeling than admiration for those noble productions, the spirit of which is idyllic rather than dramatic, was exercised in the shaping of his tragedy. He was charmed, no doubt, with Tennyson's " Ulys- ses," the repose of which is suggestive of the descriptive passages in Greek tragedy, and also, no doubt, with Browning's " Artemis Prolo- guizes," the art of which is of a sterner cast ; but neither could have discovered his genius for him, or directed him in the path he had chosen. He could not have been helped by Arnold's " Empedocles on y^tna," still less by his tragedy of " Merope." What Marlowe's " Timburlaine the Great " was in our dramatic literature, of which it was the first ripe flower, the first triumphant voice, — such was Swinburne's "Atalanta in Calydon." There was nothing like it in English verse before it appeared, and there has been nothing like it since. It was the first and last awakening of the tragic Muse of Greece, — a stern, magnificent, awful spirit, speaking the large language of the gods, and moving to her end like Fate. Tiie (jualities by which the blank verse of Marlowe is distinguished — the strength which impelled his contemporaries to call it a " mighty line," its daring use, not to say abuse, of language, and its wild, stormy music — are conspicuous in '* Atalanta in Calydon." The ori- ginality of Swinburne's blank verse is as absolute as the originality of Marlowe's blank verse. It is an instrument upon which he was the first to play, and whose volume of sound no hand save his could evoke and control. One needs to be a poet in order to comprehend j/v/Kuuc/cnoA^.% xin the difficulties it overcomes, and the triumphs it achieves, — the art, in short, of which it is so magnificent an example. But one need not be a poet in order to feel its solemnity, its grandeur, its greatness, and the weight of the stern, dark thought with which it is charged. And one need not be a poet to feel that he never before encountered such an opulence of diction, such a wealth of words, such a largess of language, as Swinburne showers upon his song. And it is not merely language, of which there is a sufficiency in the poetry of the period, which is rather employed in the coining of phrases than of thoughts : it is the best, the strongest, the most poetic, with which the vocabulary of any modern j)oet was ever enriched. It is a royal treasure-house, the resources of which are incalculable and inex- haustible. Another quality to be noted in Swinburne, and one which allies him to the masters, is his sense of rhythm, — the music which is the inspiration and creation of metrical thought, and in which it lives, moves, and has its being. We find it in thq great works of Shakespeare, and in his songs : in the early poems of Milton, — the songs in "Comus," and passages in " Paradise Lost ; " and occasionally in Beaumont and Fletcher. We do not find it in Dryden and Pope, or, to come to our own time, in Scott or Byron. They knew nothing of the unheard melodies of which Keats tells us, but played, with their pipes or their trumpets, the old tunes which had been handed down to them, and from which such life as they may once have had had long since departed. It was otherwise with Swinburne, whose sense of music was profound, and who had, besides, an ear of his own which taught him, that, much as the masters had accomplished, they had not discovered all the secrets of English verse, particularly the great secret which underlies all great poetry, — the compulsion of discords into harmonies. The combinations of sound which run so strangely through Swinburne's poetry, and which cannot but end, one would think, in the harshest discords, become, in his hands, rivers of sono- rous music, which rush and roar along their several ways until they reach the sea, and are swallowed up in its long, tumultuous, endless harmony. When the history of English verse in the nineteenth century comes to be written, Swinburne will certainly figure in one chapter, and as XIV INTRODUCTION. prominently as any of his contemporaries or predecessors. This chapter will be devoted to the poetic drama, which will be consid- ered — which cannot fail to be considered — a sorry survival of the poetic drama of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. It will contain the great names of Byron, and Coleridge, and Shelley, and Browning, and Tennyson, and the lesser names of Maturin, and Milman, and Knowles, and Talfourd, and Bulwer ; but it will contain no great works, unless the historian of the future shall persuade him- self that " Pippa Passes," and " Colombe's Birthday," and " A Blot on the 'Scutcheon " are such. There were great possibilities in Beddoes, who conceived dramatic situations as strong as those of iVebster ; but unfortunately they mastered him before he could mastei (hem, and so remained suggestions, — fragments, — " Like the red outline of beginning Adam." There are two intellectual movements in this century, which are ietrimental to, if they are not destructive of, the poetic drama. The first, the creative movement, which two centuries ago was exercised in the poetic drama, is now exercised in the prose novel , the second, the poetic movement, which was then exercised in a general lyrical exaltation, is now exercised in the narrow province of personality. Men who, in the days of Shakespeare, would have written plays, in our day have written novels ; and other men, who, in those days, would at least have tried to write plays, are content in ours to write productions which they hope will pass muster as plays on account of the pretty personal j^oetry with which they are so lavishly bestrewn ! Two gifts are indispensable to the dramatic poet : one is the power ot forgetting himself, the other the power of remembering his characters. But these gifts have not been bestowed upon the poets of our time, who are always remembering themselves, and always forgetting their characters, and consequently are not dramatic poets. Swinburne occupies a prominent place among the crowd of contributors to the poetic drama of the nineteenth century, and occupies it justly, as it seems to me. There is nothing in the whole range of the F^nglisb. drama with which his trilogy of plays of which Mary, Queen of Scots, INTRODUCTION. XV is the heroine, can be compared ; and whether one Hkes it or not, it is certainly a remarkable work. It is remarkable for the skill with which he has delineated the character and passions of that strange woman, — siren of hearts, who clung to the hearts she broke, loving the love if not the lover ; angel of light and darkness, and beautiful in both, ■ — and it is remarkable for its length, which exceeds that of any dra- matic work in the language, as the length of "The Ring and the Book " exceeds that of any narrative poem. It is an epical tragedy. Every thing that Swinburne has written is stamped with his indi- viduality, — a confident and wilful originality, which is at once the , source of his strength and his weakness. He held it in check when he wrote "Atalanta in Calydon ;" but when he wrote his "Poems and Ballads," it ran away with him, and he has never succeeded in mas- tering it since. He was poet enough and critic enough to know that " Poems and Ballads " would provoke censure. The world may be mis- taken in many things, but it is not likely to be mistaken in so simple a thing as its own sense of morality. It knows — we all know — that we are not living in a state of nature. We have outlived its liberty, its wild will, its strong instincts, — the license of its thoughts and manners. We outlived all those before the first poet sang, and we will not let the last poet recall them. There is no poetry in them, there is not art in them : they are bad poetry, they are bad art, and, worse than all, they are hideously immoral. Some such feeling as \his startled the countrymen of Swinburne in " Poems and Ballads." Purblind to many things, there is no limit to their vision when theii eyes are once open. They saw nothing objectionable in the scene between Sebald and Ottima in " Pippa Passes," which they had been reading for twenty years; and nothing objectionable in " Chastelard," (vhich they were then reading. But " Poems and Ballads " shocked them into one of those sudden spasms of virtuous indignation to which they are subject ; and they straightway proceeded to magnify the poet's offences. They explained his veiled allusions, and dragged his hidden meanings to light. What an ordinary reader would not have understood, they compelled him to understand, committing in their criticism the very fault that Swinburne committed in his poetry. Xvi INTRODUCTION. What went to the genesis of these poems is a literary or personal secret which it will behoove the biographers of Swinburne to discover. He may have written them as so many dramatic studies, or he may have written them as so many expressions of himself. But for what- ever purpose they may have been written, they did not and could not have come from a healthy mind : they are morbid, feverous, diseased, — sick unto death with the awful sickness of the soul. It was in his genius to write them, and live ; but not to regain the health, the strength, the sanity, that were his when he wrote " Atalanta in Caly- cjon." It is the fortune, or the misfortune, of Swinburne, that he has not been criticised : he has been praised and abused, but criticised never. He was accepted at once, as he should have been ; but he was not questioned, when he should have been questioned over and over. His intentions have not been examined, nor his methods scrutinized. He may be one of the masters of song, or he may be only one of its scholars : we have to judge for ourselves which he is. I have read, I believe, all that he has written, — with admiration for much, which I feel is very fine ; with regret for more, which I know is very faulty, He has great poetic gifts, but he is not a great poet ; for no man can be a great poet who is not a wise and solid thinker, and whose lan- guage is not large and direct. I made a careful study of Swinburne's genius a year or two ago, taking for my text his only attempt at a narrative poem, "Tristram of Lyonesse ; " and, as what I wrote then expresses what I think now, I shall repeat the substance of it here. I began by saying that it was a little curious, in view of the tendency of the modern English mind towards literary studies, that no one had yet made a study of his genius and his method of working, both of which were remarkable, and re- markably faulty. They were faulty, I said ; for measured by the large methods of the great English poets, and the scope and style of their work, his work was exceedingly narrow, and his nietiiod merely a manner. He has published a dozen or more volumes of verse ; but he has written no line that lingers in the memory, and has uttered nothing that resembles a tinMii^ht. This couUl not have been the INTRODUCTION. XVU case if he had been gifted with unusual mental endowments ; for many a lesser poet has occasionally thought to some purpose, and has written verses that are remembered. One of his defects, perhaps his prime defect, is the brilliancy and force of his vocabulary. No poet ever excelled him in the profusion with which he throws off rich and picturesque and spirited words : he is a perfect master of epithets. His pages are luminous mists of language, the exact meaning of which, and their bearing upon the matter in hand, it is generally diffi- cult to discover, they are so bravely put forth, and with such sonorous pomps of sound. For his music is never less, but often more, than his sense. He is a wonderful musician, if nothing else. He appears to have a great command of words ; but when one looks into his manner carefully, one is struck with the really small number at his command, or, to state it more critically, with the rapidity with which the same words are perpetually turning up, and the little they really signify. The effects of brightness, for example, are indicated five times in the first nine lines of "Tristram of Lyonesse," and are scattered bewilder- ingly throughout the whole poem. Every thing is suggestive of imagery ; but when one attempts to grasp the imagery it proves a fata fnorgana, which disappears, flitting from page to page and resting nowhere. He abounds with allusions to the great objects of nature, the sky and the sun, and day and night ; but he never brings them before us as we are accustomed to see them, — for the simple reason, perhaps, that he has never seen them as they are, but as they seem to him through the haze of what he would call his imagination. The world as it flashes and glimmers in his lines is a very different world from the spot which men call earth ; obeying other planetary condi- tions than that, and exhibiting a flora and fauna of startling novelty. The qualities I mentioned were as evident, I said, in Swinburne's early work as in his latest, though they were not so abundant there, nor of such permanent significance. There was a time when he might have overcome them, or at least have put them under the restraint of his critical powers ; but, unfortunately, that time is past, for what at first was a tentative manner has now become a determined vice, which mars all his intellectual efforts. It is due to him to say XX INTRODUCTIOX. vocabulary, which resembles nothing so much as the luxuriance of a tropical forest. The same defect marked the tentative career of Keats, while he was writing " Endymion," the sense of which often depends upon the good or bad luck of the poet in finding the neces- sary rhyme ; but Keats outgrew this defect so rapidly, that, in little more than a year after the completion of " Endymion," he began "Hyperion." Swinburne wanders as aimlessly in "Tristram of Lyon- esse " as if he had selected " Endymion " as a model, — a model that he has fallen short of, in that he nowhere reproduces that exquisite sense of poetic luxury, and that trembling sensitiveness to beauty, which are vital in all that Keats wrote, — even in the bits of doggerel which croon out brokenly in his careless letters. What he probably had before him in writing "Tristram of Lyonesse," or what he read before he sat down to write it, was "Lamia," the music of whose heroic lines, as varied and strengthened by occasional triplets and alexandrines, appears to have impressed him ; but not powerfully, for he remembered it only at long intervals, and then merely as an effect which it might be well to try again, and in rapid succession. What Dryden and Keats intended and accomplished by these departures from the laws of the heroic couplet, he seems never to have perceived. But enough of "Tristram of Lyonesse," which I have not reprinted, out of consideration for the readers of this volume, whose poetic patience I had no right to burden ; and enough — more than enough — of criticism of Swinburne. What I set out to do was to select what was best in his poetry ; and, as this seemed to lie in three direc- tions, I followed them carefully, — first in the narrow province of Greek tragedy, next in the broad world of the English drama, and last in the enchanted region of romantic verse. If I have done what I sought to do, I have honored the genius of Algernon Charles Swinburne. R. H. STODDARD. The Century, New York, June 23, 1884. CONTENTS PAGE Atalanta in Calydon 5 Erechtheus: A tragedy 44 Chastelard: A tragedy 77 Bothwell: a tragedy 13° Mary Stuart: A tragedy 378 Poems and Ballads: A Leave-taking 4^8 Itylus 469 Rondel 470 A Litany 47°- A Lamentation AT^ Anima Anceps 473 ,Song before Death 474 ^^M Rococo 474 I,, v^ Ballad of Burdens 475^ Before the Mirror 47^ ■^ ,^n Memory of Walter Savage Landor . 477 •.A Song in Time of Order, 1852 . . . 478 A Song in Time of Revolution, i860 . 478 To Victor Hugo 480 Before Dawn 482 — jffhe Garden of Proserpine 483 Love at Sea 484 April 485 Before Parting 486 The Sundew 486 An Interlude 487 Hendecasyllabics 488 •— -(/Sapphics 488 At Eleusis 49° August ■ 493 A Christmas Carol 494 The Masque of Queen Bersabe . . . 495 St. Dorothy 500 The Two Dreams 508 Aholibah S^S Madonna Mia 518 The King's Daughter 518 May Janet 5^9 The Bloody Son 520 The Sea-Swallows S^i The Year of Love 522 The Last Oracle . 523 In the Bay ... S^S PAGS Poems and Ballads: "• y/h Forsaken Garden 530 Relics 532 Sestima 533 A Wasted Vigil 534 The Complaint of Lisa 535 For the Feast of Giordano Bruno . . 538 — %Ave atque Vale 539 Memorial Verses 543 Age and Song 547 In Memory of Barry Cornwall ... 547 Epicede 548 Inferiae 549, A Birth-Song 549 Ex-Voto 550 Pastiche 552 Before Sunset 552 Song 552 A Vision of Spring in Winter ... 552 At Parting 554 The White Czar 555 Rizpah 555 To Louis Kossuth 556 The Pilgrims 55^ The Litany of Nations 558 Christmas Antiphoncs 561— • Mater Dolorosa 5^4 Mater Tiiumphalis 50° Siena 569 Cor Cordium 573 Tiresias 573 An Appeal 581 Perinde ac Cadaver 582 The Oblation 583 A Song of Italy 583 Thalassius 595 — »Herse 603 Eight Years Old 604 "NonDolet" ,V ^5 Lines on the Death of Edward John Trelawny 606 Off Shore 607 f^Evening on the Broads 609 j -^ r-x The Emperor's Progress 6ia *-«-. xxi XXll CONTENTS. PAGE Poems and Ballads: Six Years Old 613 A Parting Song 614 By the North Sea 615 Sonnets: To William Bell Scott 625 On the Deaths of Thomas Carlyle and George Eliot 625 After looking into Carlyle's Reminis- cences 'j25 A Last Look 626 Dickens .626 On Lamb's Sf)ecimens of Dramatic Poets 627 Christopher Marlowe 627 William Shakespeare 627 Ben Jonson 638 General Index of Titles and First Lines PACE Sonnets: Beaumont and Fletcher 628 Philip Massinger 628 John 5 ord 62*) John Webster 629 Thomas Decker 629 Thomas Middleton 630 Thomas Heywood 630 John Marston 630 George Chapman 630 John Day 631 James Shirley 631 The Tribe of Benjamin 631 Anonymous Plays 632 The Many 633 Epilogue 633 63s ■^J ATALANTA IN CALYDON. TO THE MEMORY WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR 1 NOW DEDICATE, WITH EQUAL AFFECTION, REVERENCE, AND REGRET, A POEM INSCRIBED TO HIM WHILE VET ALIVE IN WORDS WHICH ARE NOW RETAINED BECAUSE THEY WERE LAID BEFORE HIM: AN-n TO WHICH, RATHER THAN CANCEL THEM, I HAVE ADDED SUCH OTHERS AS WERE EVOKED BY THE NEWS OF HIS DEATH: THAT THOUGH LOSING THE PLEASURE I MAY NOT LOSE THE HONOR OF INSCRIBING IN FRONT OF MY WORK THE HIGHEST OF CONTEMPORARY NAMBS. (Sxeo dfj Bopir]dev anoTpono^ ak7jLi ae. Jivf/fat T/yayav ua^rraatav 7]6vttvooi kuO' aAa, irXripovaat [dXiroq deodev arofxa, nrj n Uoaev&JV 3?uiipij, ev uaiv t'Xi^v afjv iieXlyrjpvv ona, TOfOf uoi6dg £), [liya 6ff. n OeTmv, ceOev d^ca dovvat danTOfXEVOv nsp unuv ov yap evectlv Efxoi' ovSe iiEXtKprjTOv napEXEiv ydvoQ • eI yap kvEirj Kai GE x^poiv ipavoai Kai ai ttot' avdig IdEiv^ ddKpvci TE OTTOvSaig te Kupa EpTaT' doiddv 6v idofiEV, noTiV 67) (jtipTaT' uEiaofiEvuv^ XOip£, Kal o2.f3ov Exotg, oiov ye davovTEi ?;tovatv, iiovxtav exdpag Kal (piXoTTjTog drsp. C^fiaroc olxo/^Evov aoi /wij/mT' ig i arepov larai^ aoi re iX^ f^'^'WV /^VTj(iaTog olxof/ivov ' bv XapiTE^ K?ialnvai Oeai, n'Xaiei 6' Acppodirij KaX?ux6poig MovaC/v Ttprpafiivri OTEipuvoig ov yof) una^ lepovg noTs yf/pag erpixl^ev uotdoic' T7]v6e rb abv oivbv Sakbu rjKiK iirei (loXiav avfjLfjieTpov T£ SloI /Si'ov (JLOifiOKpavTOv ei afiap. MscH. Cho. 602-612. THE ARGUMENT. AltH/EA, daughter of Thestius and Eurythemis, queen of Calydon, being with child of Meleager her first-born son, dreamed that she brought forth a brand burning. And, upon his birth, came the three Fates, and prophesied of him three things, namely these: that he should have great strength of his hands, and good fortune in this life, and that he should live no longer when the brand then in the fire were consumed ; wherefore his mother plucked it forth, and kept it by her. And the child, being a man grown, sailed with Jason after the fleece of gold, and won himself great praise of all men living; and, when the tribes of the North and West made war upon ^Etolia, he fought against their army, and scattered it. But Artemis, having at the first stirred up these tribes to war against CEneus kmg of Calydon, because he had offered sacrifice to all the gods saving her alone, but her he had forgotten to honor, was yet more wroth because of the destruction of this army, and sent upon the land of Calydon a wild boar which slew many and wasted all their increase, but him could none slay, and many went against him and perished. Then were all the chief men of Greece gath- ered together, and among them Atalanta daughter of lasius the Arcadian, a virgin; for whose sake Artemis let slay the boar, seeing she favored the maiden greatly; and Meleager having despatched it gave the spoil thereof to Atalanta, as one beyond measure enamoured of her; but the brethren of Althaea his mother, Toxeus and Plexippus, with such others as misliked that she only should bear off the praise whereas many had borne the labor, laid wait for her to take away her spoil; but Meleager fought against them, and slew them: whom when Althaea their sister beheld, and knew to be slain of her son, she waxed for wrath and sorrow like as one mad, and, takmg the brand whereby the measure of her son's life was meted to him, she cast it upon a fire; and with the wasting thereof his life likewise wasted away, that being brought back to his father's house he died in a brief space; and his mother also endured not long after for very sorrow ; and this was his end, and the end of that hunting. Chief Huntsman. Maiden, and mis- tress of the months and stars Now folded in the flowerless fields of heaven, Goddess whom all gods love with three- fold heart, Being treble in thy divided deity, A light for dead men and dark hours, a foot Swift on the hills as morning, and a hand To all things fierce and fleet that roar and range ATALAA'TA IN CALYDON. Mortal, with gentler shafts than snow or sleep; Hear now and hcli) and lift no violent hand, But favorable and fair as thine eye's beam Hidden and shown in heaven ; for I all night Amid the king's hounds and the hunting men Have wrought and worshipped toward thee ; nor shall man See goodlier hounds or deadlier edge of spears ; But for the end, that lies unreached at yet Between the hands and on the knees of gods. O fair-faced sun killing the stars and dews And dreams and desolation of the night ! Rise up, shine, stretch thine hand out, with thy bow Touch the most dimmest height of trem- bling heaven, And burn and break the dark about thy ways. Shot through and through with arrows ; let thine hair Lighten as flame above that flameless shell Which was the moon, and thine eyes fill the world And thy lijis kindle with :3wift beams; let earth Laugh, and the long sea fiery from thy feet Through all the roar and ripple of streaming sjirings And foam in reddening flakes and flying flowers Shaken from hands and blown from lips of nymphs Whose hair or breast divides the wan- dering wave With salt close tresses cleaving lock to lock. All gold, or shuddering and unfurrowed snow ; And all the winds about thee with their wings. And fountain-heads of all the watered world ; Each horn of Achelous, and the green Euenus, wedded with the straitening sea. For in fair time thou coniest ; come also thou, Twin-born with him, and virgin, Arte- mis, And give our spears their spoil, the wild boar's hide, Sent in thine anger against us for sin done And bloodless altars without wine oi fire. Him now consume thou; for thy sacri- fice With sanguine-shining steam divides the dawn, And one, the maiden rose of all thy maids. Arcadian Atalanta, snowy-souled. Fair as the snow and footed as the wind, From Ladon and well-wooded Manalus Over the firm hills and the fleeting sea Hast thou drawn hither, and many an armed king, Heroes, the crown of men, like gods in fight. Moreover out of all the /Etolian land, From the full-flowered Lelantian pas- turage To what of fruitful field the son of Zeus Won from the roaring river and labor- ing sea When the wild god shrank in his horn and fled And foamed and lessened through his wrathful fords, Leaving clear laitds that steamed with sudden sun. These virgins with the lightening of the day Bring thee fresh wreaths and their own sweeter hair, Luxurious locks and flower-like mixed with flowers. Clean offering, antl chaste hymns; but me the time Divides from these things ; whom do thou not less Help and give honor, and to mine hounds gootl speed. And edge to spears, and luck to each man's hand. ATA LA NT A IN CALYDON. Chorus. When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain ; And the brown bright nightingale am- orous Is half assuaged for Itylus, For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil, and all the pain. Come with bows bent and with empty- ing of quivers. Maiden most perfect, lady of light. With a noise of winds and many riv- ers. With a clamor of waters, and with might ; Bind on thy sandals, O thou most fleet. Over the splendor and speed of thy feet; For the faint east quickens, the wan west shivers, Round the feet of the day and the feet of the night. Where shall we find her, how shall we sing to her, Fold our hands round her knees, and cling ? O that man's heart were as fire and could spring to her. Fire, or the strength of the streams that spring ! For the stars and the winds are unto her As raiment, as songs of the harp- player; For the risen stars and the fallen cling to her. And the southwest-wind and the west- wind sing.' For winter's rains and ruins are over. And all the season of snows and sins ; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that And time remembered is grief forgot- ten. And frosts are slain and flowers begot- ten. And in grcjen underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring be- gins. The full streams feed on flower of rushes. Ripe grasses trammel a travelling foot. The faint fresh flame of the young year flushes From leaf to flower and flower to fruit ; And fruit and leaf are as gold and fire. And the oat is heard above the lyre. And the hoofed heel of a satyr crushes The chestnut-husk at the chestnut- root. And Pan by noon and Bacchus by night. Fleeter of foot than the fleet-foot kid, Follows with dancing and fills with delight The Maenad and the Bassarid ; And soft as lips that laugh and hide The laughing leaves of the trees di- vide. And screen from seeing and leave in sight The god pursuing, the maiden hid. The ivy falls with the Bacchanal's hair Over her eyebrows hiding her eyes; The wild vine slipping down leaves bare Her bright breast shortening irto sighs ; The wild vine slips with the weight of its leaves. But the berried ivy catches and cleaves To the limbs that glitter, the feet that scare The wolf that follows, the fawn that flies. Althiva. What do ye singing ? what is this ye sing ? Chorus. Flowers bring we, and pure lips that please the gods, ATALANTA IN CALYDON. And raiment meet for service : lest the d:iy Turn sharp witli all its honey in our lips. Althiia. Night, a black hopnd, fol- lows the white fawn day, Swifter than dreams the white flown feet of sleep; Will ye pray back the night with any prayers ? And though the spring put back a little while Winter, and snows that plague all men for sin, And the iron time of cursing, yet I know Spring shall be ruined with the rain, and storm Eat up like fire the ashen autumn days. I marvel' what men do with prayers awake Who dream and die with dreaming; any god, Vea the least god of all things called divine. Is mf)re than sleep and waking ; yet we say. Perchance by praying a man shall match his god. For if sleep have no mercy, and man's dreams Bite to the blood and burn into the bone. What shall this man do waking? By the gods, lie shall not pray to dream sweet things to-night, Having dreamt once more bitter things than rltath. Chorus. Queen, but what is it that hath burnt tliine heart? For thy speech flickers like a blown-out flame. Altfuru. Look, ye say well, and know not what ye say; For all my sleep is turned into a fire. And all my dreams to stuff that kin- dles it. Chorus. Yet one doth well being l)atient of the gods. Althita. Yea, lest they smite us with Komc four-foot plague. Chorus. But when time spreads find out some herb for it. Althcea. And with their healing herbs infect our blood. Chorus. What ails thee to be jealous of their ways ? Althaea. What if they give us poison- ous drinks for wine? Chorus. They have their will ; much talking mends it not. AlthiEa. And gall for milk, and curs- ing for a prayer? Chorus. Have they not given life, and the end of life ? Alth(xa. Lo, where they heal, they help not; thus they do. They mock us with a little piteous- ness. And we say prayers, and weep ; but at the last. Sparing a while, they smite and spare no whit. Chorus. Small praise man gets dis praising the high gods : What have they done that thou dis honorest them ? Alihaa. First Artemis for all this harried land I praise not, and for wasting of the boar That mars with tooth and tusk and fierv feet Green pasturage and the grace of stand- irig corn And meadow and marsh with springs and unblown leaves. Flocks and swift herds and all that bite sweet grass, I praise her not ; what things are these to praise ? Chorus. But when the king did sac- rifice, and gave Each god fair dues of wheat and blood and wine, Her not with bloodshed nor burnt-of- fering Revered he, nor with salt or cloven cake ; Wherefore being wroth she plagued the land ; but now Takes off from us fate and her heavy things. Which deed of these twain were not good to praise ? ATALANTA IN CALYDON. *ox a just deed looks always either way A' ith blameless eyes, and mercy is no fault. Althcea. Yea, but a curse she hath sent above all these To hurt us where she healed us; and hath lit ^ire where the old fire went out, and where the wind slackened, hath blown on us with dead- lier air. Chorus. What storm is this that tight- ens all our sail .'' Alth-sealed ; and my mind, That was my crown, breaks, and mine heart IS gone, \n.l I am naked ol my soul, and stand Vshamed, as a mean woman; take thou thought : J.ive if thou wilt, and if thou wilt not, look, '\'\\c gods have given thee life to lose or keep, I'hou shalt not die as men die, but thine end Fallen upon thee shall break me un- aware. Meicaj^c?-. Queen, my whole heart is molten witn thy tears. And my limbs yearn with pity of thee, and love Compels with grief mine eyes and la- boring breath : F -r what thou art I know thee, and this thy breast And thy fair eyes I worship, and am bound li^ward thee in spirit and love thee in all my soul. Fur there is' nothing terribler to men Than the sweet face of mothers, and the might. Hut what shall be, let be ; for us the day Once only lives a little, and is not found. Time and the fruitful hour are more than wi , And these la\ hold upon us; but thou, God, ' Zeus, the sole steersman of the helm of things, Fath.er, be swift to see us, and as thou wilt llelj): or if adverse, as thou wilt, refrain. Chortis. We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair; th(^u art goodly, O Love ; Tl.y wings make light in the air as the wing? of a dove. i hy feet are as winds that divide the stream of the sea ; ICarlh is thy covering to hide thee, the garment of thee. Thou art swift anc" subtle and blind i a flame of fre ; '^ Before thee the lai-hter, behind thee. thf tears of desire; And twain go forth beside thee, a ma; with a maid; Her eyes are the eyes of a bride who: delight makes afraid; As the breath in the buds that stir '.. her bridal breath : But Fate is the name of her; and hia name is Death. For ian evil blossom was bt^rn Of sea-foam and the frothi.ng of i)iood, Blood-red and bitter of f>uit, And the seed of it laugihter anc' tears. And the leaves of it madness and ^ "^corn • A bitter flower from the bud, Sprung of the sea without ro"i Sprung without graft from i years. The weft of the world was untrrn That is woven of the day on the night, The hair of the hours was not white Nor the raiment of time overworn. When a wonder, a world's delight, A perilous goddess w as born ; And the waves of the sea as she came Clove, and the foam at htr feet. Fawning, rejoiced to bring forth A fleshly blossom, a flame Filling the heavens with heat To the cold white ends of the north. And in air the clamorous birds, • And men upon earth that hear Sweet articulate words Sweetly divided apart. And in shallow and chaimel and mere The rapid and footless herds, Rejoiced, being foolish of heart. For all thej' said upon earth, She is fair, she is white like a dove, And the life of the world in her breath Breathes, and is born at her birth , For they knew thee for njother of love, And knew thee twt mothcrof<.lcath. ATALANTA IN CALVDOAT. 19 lat hadst thou to do being born, Mother, when winds were at ease, \s a flower of the springtime of corn, A flower of the foam of the seas ? z. r bitter thou wast from thy birth. Aphrodite, a mother of strife ; i - »r before thee some rest was on earth, I A little respite from tears, / A little pleasure of life; ) ''>r life was not then as thou art. But as one that waxeth in years Sweet-spoken, a fruitful wife ; Earth had no thorn, and desire No sting, neither death any dart; What hadst thou to do amongst these. Thou, clothed with a burning fire. Thou, girt with sorrow of heart, Thou, sprung of the seed of the seas \s an ear from a seed of corn, ' Asa brand plucked forth of a pyre, Vs a ray shed forth of the morn, For division of soul and disease, "^^or a dart and a sting and a thorn ? vVhat ailed thee then to be born ? Was there not evil enough,' Mother, and anguish on earth Born with a man at his birth, I Wastes underfoot, and above Storm out of heaven, and dearth ! Shaken down from the shining thereof, Wrecks from afar overseas And peril of shallow and firth, And tears that spring and increase In the barren places of mirth, That thou, having wings as a dove. Being girt with desire for a girth. That thou must come after these. That thou must lay on him love ? Thou shouldst not so have been born : But death should have risen with thee, Mother, and visible fear. Grief, and tjie wringing of hands. And noise of many that mourn ; The smitten bosom, the knee Bowed, and in each man's ear A cry as of perishing lands, A moan as of people in prison, A tumult of infinite griefs ; And thunder of storm on the sands. And wailing of wives on the shore; And under thee newly arisen Loud shoals and shipwrecking reefs, Fierce air and violent light; Sail rent and sundering oar. Darkness, and noises of night; Clashing of streams in the sea. Wave against wave as a sword. Clamor of currents, and foam ; Rains making ruin on earth. Winds that wax ravenous and roam As wolves in a wolfish horde; Fruits growing faint in the tree, And blind things dead in their birth; Famine, and blighting of corn. When thy time was come to be born. All these we know of; but thee Who shall discern or declare ? In the uttermost ends of the sea The light of thine eyelids and hair, The light of thy bosom as fire Between the wheel of the sun And the flying flames of the air ? Wilt thou turn thee not yet noi have pity. But abide with despair and desire And the crying of armies undone, Lamentation of one -with another And breaking of city by city ; The dividing of friend against friend, The severing of brother and brother; Wilt thou utterly bring to an end? Have mercy, mother! For against all men from of old Thou hast set thine hand as a curse, And cast out gods from their places These things are spoken of thee. Strong kings and goodly with gold Thou hast found out arrows to j^ierce, And made their kingdoms and races As dust and surf of the sea. All these, overburdened with woes And with length of their days waxen weak, Thou slewest; and sentest more over 20 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. Upon Tyro an evil thing, Rent hair and a fetter and blows Making bloody the flower of the cheek, Th<>ugh she lay by a god as a lover. Though fair, and the seed of a king. For of old, being full of thy fire. She endured not longer to wear On her bosom a saffron vest, On her shoulder an ashwood quiver; Being mixed and made one through desire With Enipeus, and all her hair Made moist with his mouth, and her breast . Filled full of the foam of the river. Atalanta. Sun, and clear light among green hills, and day Late risen and long sought after, and you just gods Whose hands divide anguish and rec- ompense, But first the sun's white sister, a maid in heaven, On earth of all maids worshipped — hail, and hear. And witness with me if not without sign sent. Not without- rule and reverence, I a maid Hallowed, and huntress holy as whom I serve, Here in your sight and eyeshot of these men Stand, girt as they toward hunting, and my shafts Drawn ; wherefore all ye stand up on my side. If I be pure and all ye righteous gods. Lest one revile me, a woman, yet no wife. That bear a spear f(^r spindle, and this bow strung For a web woven; and with pure lips salute Heaven, and the face of all the gods, and dawn Filling with maiden flames and maiden flowers The starless fold o' the stars, and mak ing sweet The warm wan heights of the air, moori* trodden ways And breathless gates and extreme hills of heaven. Whom, having offered water and blood- less gifts. Flowers, and a golden circlet of pure hair. Next Artemis I bid be favorable And make this day all golden, hers and ours, Gracious and good and white to the unblamed end. But thou, O well-beloved, of all my days Bid it be fruitful, and a crown for all. To bring forth leaves and bind round all my hair With perfect chaplets woven for thine of thee. For not without the word of thy chaste mouth. For not without law given and clean , command. Across the white straits of the running sea " From Elis even to the Acheloian horn, I with clear winds came hither and gen- tle gods, Far off my father's house, and left un- cheered lasius, and uncheered the Arcadian hills And all their green-haired waters, and all woods Disconsolate, to hear no horn of mine Blown, and l^ehold no flash of swift white feet. Meli'iii:^er. For thy name's sake and awe toward thy chaste head, O holiest Atalanta, no man dares Praise thee, though fairer than whom all men praise, And godlike for thy grace of hallowed hair And holy habit of thine eyes, and feet That make the blown foam neither swift nor white Though the wind winnow and whirl it, yet we jiraise Gods, fountl because of thee adora ble ATALANTA IN CALYDON". And for thy sake praiseworthiest from all men : Thee therefore we praise also, thee as these, Pure, and a light lit at the hands of gods. Toxeus. How long will ye whet spears with eloquence. Fight, and kill beasts dry-handed with sweet words ? Cease, or talk still and slay thy boars at home. Plexippus. Why, if she ride among us for a man, Sit thou for her and spin ; a man grown girl Is worth a woman weaponed ; sit thou here. Meleager. Peace, and be wise; no gods love idle speech. Plexippus. Nor any man a man's mouth woman-tongued. Meleager. For my lips bite not sharp- er than mine hands. Plexippus. Nay, both bite soft, but no whit softly mine. Meleager. Keep thme hands clean ; they have time enough to stain. Plexippus. For thine shall rest and wax not red to-day. Meleager. Have all thy will of words ; talk out thine heart. Althcea. Refrain your lips, O brethren, and my son, Lest words turn snakes and bite you uttering them. Toxeus. Except she give her blood before the gods. What profit shall a maid be among men.? Plexippus. Let her come crowned and stretch her throat for a knife. Bleat out her spirit, and die, and so shall men Through her too prosper and through prosperous gods ; But nowise through her living ; shall she live A flower-bud of the flower-bed, or sweet fruit For kisses and the honey-makmg mouth. And play the shield for strong men and the spear? Then shall the heifer and her mate lot horns. And the bride overbear the groom, and men Gods; for no less division sunders these. Since all things made are seasonable in time. But if one alter unseasonable are all. But thou, O Zeus, hear me that I may slay This beast before thee and no man halve with me Nor woman, lest these mock thee, though a god. Who hast made men strong, and thou being wise be held Foolish; for wise is that thing which endures. Atalanta. Men, and the chosen of all this people, and thou, King, I beseech you, a little bear with me. For if my life be shameful that I live. Let the gods witness, and their wrath ; but these Cast no such word against me. Thou, O mine, O holy, O happy goddess, if I sin Changing the words of women and the works For spears and strange men's faces, hast not thou One shaft of all thy sudden seven that pierced Seven through the bosom or shining throat or side, All couched about one mother's loosen- ing knees. All holy born, engraffed of Tantalus .!* But if toward any of you I am over bold That take thus much upon me, let him think How I, for all my forest holiness, Fame, and this armed and iron maiden- hood. Pay thus much also; I shall have no man's love Forever, and no face of children born Or feeding lips upon me or fastening eyes Forever, nor being dead shall kings mj sons ATALANTA IN CALYDO.V. Mourn me and bury, and tears on daughters' checks Burn ; but a cold and sacred life, but strange, Ijut far from dances and the back- blowing torch, Far off from Howers or any bed of man, Shall my life be forever: me the snows That face the first o' the morning, and cold hills Full of the land-wind and sea-travelling storms And many a wandering wing of noisy nights That know the thunder and hear the thickening wolves — Me the utmost pine and footless frost of woods That talk with many winds and gods, the hours Re-risen, and white divisions of the dawn, Springs thousand-tongued with the in- termitting reed, And streams that murmur of the mother snow — Me these allure, and know me; but no man Knows, and my goddess only. Lo row, see If one of all you these things vex at all. Would Clod that any of you had all the praise And 1 no manner of memory when I die, So might I show before her perfect eyes Pure, whom I follow, a maiden to my death. I'lUl for the rest let all have all thev will; For is it a grief to vou that 1 have |)art, ileing woman merely, in your male might and deeds D(jne by main strength.' yet in my body is throned Ks great a heart, and in my ypirii, O men, I have not less of godlike. I'^vil it were 'I'hat one a coward should mix with you, one hand Fearful, one eye abase itself; and these Well might ye hate and well revile, not me. For not the difference of the several flesh Being vile or noble or beautiful or base Makes praiseworthy, but purer spirit and heart Higher than these meaner mouths and limbs, that feed, Rise, rest, and are and are not ; and for me. What should I say? but by the gods of the world And this my maiden body, by all oaths That bind the tongue of men and the evil will, I am not mighty-minded, nor desire Crowns, nor the spoil of slain thmgs nor the fame ; Feed ye on these, eat and wa.\ fat ; cry out. Laugh, having eaten, and leap without a lyre ; Sing, mix the wind with clamor, smiie and shake Sonorous timbrels and tumultuous hair, And fill the dance up with tempestuous feet. For I will none; but having prayed my prayers And made thank-offering for prosperi- ties, I shall go hence, and no man see me more. What thing is this for you to shout me down, What, for a man to grudge me this mv life As it were envious of all yours, and I A thief of reputations ? nay, for now, If there be any highest in heaven, a god Above all thrones and thunders of the gods Throned, and the wheel of the world roll under him, Judge he between me and all of you, and see If I transgress at all : but ye, refrain Transgressing hands and reinless mouths, and keep Silence, lest by much foam of violent words And jiroper poison of Vour lips ye die. CEiteus. () flower of Tcgea, nuiden, fleetest foot ATALANTA IN CALYDON. i? And holiest head of women, have good cheer Of thy good words : but ye, depart with her In peace and reverence, each with blameless eye Following his fate; exalt your hands and hearts, Strike, cease not, arrow on arrow and wound on wound. And go with gods, and with the gods return. Chorus. Who hath given man speech ? or who hath set therein A thorn for peril and a snare for sin ? For in the word his life is and his breath. And in the word his death, That madness and the infatuate heart may breed From the word's womb the deed And life bring one thing forth ere 'all pass by, Even one thing which is ours yet can- not die, — Death. Hast thou seen him ever any- where, Time's twin-born brother, imperishable as he Is perishable and plaintive, clothed with care And mutable as sand. But death is strong and full of blood and fair And perdurable and like a lord of land? Nay, time thou seest not, death thou wilt not see Till life's right hand be loosened from thine hand. And thy life-days from thee. For the gods very subtly fashion Madness with sadness upon earth : Not knowing in any wise compassion. Nor holding pity of any worth ; And many things they have given and taken. And wrought and ruined many things ; The firm land have they loosed and shaken. And sealed the sea with all her springs; They have wearied time with heavy burdens. And vexed the lips of life with breath; Set men to labor and given them guer- dons. Death, and great darkness after death ; Put moans into the bridal measure And on the bridal wools a stain ; And circled pain about with pleasure, And girdled pleasure about with pair ; And strewed one marriage-bed wiJi tears and fire For extreme loathing and supreme de sire. What shall be done with all these tears of ours ? Shall they make water-springs in the fair heaven To bathe the brows of morning ? or lik? flowers Be shed and shine before the starriest hours. Or made the raiment of the weeping Seven ? Or rather, O our masters, shall they b«^ Food for the famine of the grievous sea, A great well-head of lamentation Satiating the sad gods? or fall and flov Among the years and seasons to an'' fro. And wash their feet with tribulation And fill them full with grieving ere they go ? Alas, our lords, and yet alas again ! Seeing all your iron heaven is gilt as gold But all we smite thereat in vain; Smite the gates barred with groanings manifold. But all the floors are paven with our pain. Vea, and with weariness of lips and eyes, With breaking of the bosom, and with sighs. We labor, and are clad and fed with grief And filled with days we would not fain behold And nights we would not hear of; wc wax old, All we wax old and wither like a leaf. atalanta in calydon. We are outcast, strayed between bright sun and moon ; Our light and darkness are as leaves of flowers, Black flowers and white, that perish ; and the noon As midnight, and the night as day- light hours. A iittle fruit a little while is ours, And the worm finds it soon. Fut up in heaven the high gods one by one Lay hands upon the draught that quickeneth, Fulfilled with all tears shed and all things done. And stir with soft imperishable breath The bubbling bitterness of life and death, And hold it to our lips, and laugh ; but they Preserve their lips from tasting night or day, Lest they too change and sleep, the fates that spun, The lips that made us and the hands that slay; Lest all these change, and heaven bow down to none. Change and be subject to the secular sway And terrene revolution of the s\m. Therefore they thrust it from them, putting time away. I would the wine of time, made sharp and sweet With multitudinous days and nights and tears And many mixing savors of strange years, Were no more trodden of them under feet. Cast out and s])ilt about their ht)ly places: That life were given them as a fruit to eat And death to drink as water; that the light Alight cl)l), drawn backward from their eyes, and night Hide f(jr one hour the imperishable faces. That they might rise up sad in heaven, and know- Sorrow and sleep, one paler than young snow. One cold as blight of dew and ruinous rain; Rise up and rest and suffer a little, and be Awhile as all things born with us and we. And grieve as men, and like slain men be slain. For now we know not of them ; but one saith The gods are gracious, praising God; and one. When hast thou seen? or hast thou felt his breath Touch, nor consume thine eyelids as the sun, Nor fill thee to the lips w ith fiery death ? None hath beheld him, none' Seen above other gods and shapes of things, Swift without feet and flying without wings. Intolerable, not clad with death or life, Insatiable, not known of night or day, The lord of love and loathing and of strife. Who gives a star, and takes a sun away ; Who shapes the soul, and makes her a barren wife To the earthly body and grievous growth of clav ; Who turns the large limbs to a little flame. And binds the great sea with a little sand ; Who makes desire, and slays desire with shame ; Who shakes the heaven as ashes in his hand; Who, seeing the light and shadow for the same, Bids day waste night as fire devours a brand, Smites without sword, and scoiuges without rotl, — The supreme evil, (iod. ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 25 Yea, with thine hate, O God, thou hast covered us, One saith, and hidden our eyes away from sight. And made us transitory and hazardous, Light things and slight ; Yet have men praised thee, saying. He nath made man thus. And he doeth right. Thou hast kissed us, and hast smitten ; thou hast laid U pon us with thy left hand life, and said, Live : and again thou hast said. Yield up your breath. And with thy right hand laid upon us death. Thou hast sent us sleep, and stricken sleep with dreams. Saying, Joy is not, but love of joy shall be ; Thou hast made sweet springs for all the pleasant streams. In the end thou hast made them bitter with the sea. Thou hast fed one rose with dust of many men ; Thou hast marred one face with fire of many tears ; Thou hast taken love, and given us sorrow again ; With pain thou hast filled us full to the eyes and ears. Therefore because thou art strong, our father, and we Feeble ; and thou art against us, and thine hand Constrains us in the shallows of the sea And breaks us at the limits of the land ; Because thou hast bent thy lightnings as a bow. And loosed the hours like arrows ; and let fall Sins and 'vild words and many a winged woe And wars among us, and one end of all ; . Because thou hast made the thunder, and thy feet Are as a rushing water when the skies Break, but thy face as an exceeding heat. And flames of fire the eyelids of thine eyesj Because thou art over all who are over us; Because thy name is life, and our name death; Because thou art cruel, and men are piteous, And our hands labor, and thine hand scattereth : Lo, with hearts rent and knees made tremulous, Lo, with ephemeral lips and casual breath, At least we witness of thee ere we die That these things are not otherwise, but thus ; That each man in his heart sigheth, and saith. That all men even as I, All we are against thee, against thee, O God most high. But ye, keep ye on earth Your lips from over-speech. Loud words and longing are so little worth ; And the end is hard to reach. For silence after grievous things is good. And reverence, and the fear that makes men whole. And shame, and righteous governance of blood. And lordship of the soul. But from sharp words and wits men pluck no fruit. And gathering thorns they shake the tree at root ; For words divide and rend ; But silence is most noble till the end. Altfuva. I heard within the house a cry of news. And came forth eastward hither, where the dawn Cheers first these warder gods that face the sun, And next our eyes unrisen ; for unaware Came clashes of swift hoofs and tram- pling feet. And through the windy pillared corri- dor Light sharper than the frequent flames of day That daily fill it from the fiery dawn j ATALANTA IN CALYDON. Gleams, and a thunder of people that cried out, And dust and hurrying horsemen; lo their chief, That rode with CEneus rein by rein, returned. What cheer, O herald of my lord the king ? Herald. Lady, good cheer and great : the boar is slain. Chorus. Praised be all gods that look toward Calydon. Althcca. Good news and brief; but by whose happier hand .'' Herald. A maiden's and a prophet's and thy son's. Althcca. Well fare the spear that severed him and life. Herald. Thine own, and not an alien, hast thou blest. Althcra. Twice be thou too for my sake blest and his. Herald. At the king's word I rode afoam for thine. Althiva. Thou sayest he tarrieth till they bring the spoil ? Herald. Hard by the quarry, w'^ere they breathe, O queen. Althcra. Speak thou their chance; but some bring flowers, and crown These gods and all the lintel, and shed wine, Fetch sacrifice and slay; for Meaven is good. Herald. .Some furlongs northward where the brakes begin. West of that narrowing range of war- rior hills Whose brooks have lilcd with battle when thy son Smote Acarnania, there all they made halt. And with keen eye took note of spear and hound. Royally ranked: Laertes island-born, The young Gerenian Nestor, I'anopeus, And Cepheus and Ancacus, mightiest thewed, Arcadians ; next, and evil-eyed of these, Arcadian .\talanta, with twain hounds Lenjjthcning the leash, and under nose and bruw Glittering with lipless tooth and fire- swift eye ; But from her white braced shoulder the plumed shafts Rang, and the bow shone from her side ; next her Meleager, like a sun in spring that strikes Branch into leaf and bloom into the world, A glory among men meaner; Iphicles, And following him that slew the biform bull Pirithous, and divine Eurytion, And, bride-bound to the gods, Aiacides ; Then Telamon his brother, and Argive- born The seer and sayer of visions and of truth, AmphJaraus ; and a fourfold strength, Thine, even thy mother's and thy sis- ter's sons ; And recent from the roar of foreign foam Jason, and Dryas twin-begot with war, A blossom of bright battle, sword and man .Shining; and Idas; and the keenest eye Of Lynceus ; and Admetus twice-es- poused ; And Hipi)asus and Ilyleus, great in heart. These having halted bade blow horns, and rode Through woods and waste lands cleft by stormy streams. Past yew-trees and the heavy hair of jiines, And where the dew is thickest under oaks. This way and that; but questing up and down They saw no trail, nor scented; and one said, — Plexippus, — Help, or help not, Arte- mis, And we will tlay thy boar-skin with male hands ; But saying, he ceased and said not that he would, Seeing where the green ooze of a sun' struck marsh ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 27 Shook with a thousand reeds untunable, And in their moist and multitudinous flower Slept no soft sleep, with violent visions fed, The blind bulk of the immeasurable beast. And seeing, he shuddered with sharp lust of praise Through all his limbs, and launched a double dart. And missed ; for much desire divided him. Too hot of spirit and feebler than his will, That his hand failed, though fervent; and the shaft. Sundering the rushes, in a tamarisk stem Shook, and stuck fast. Then all abode save one, The Arcadian Atalanta: from her side Sprang her hounds, laboring at the leash, and slipped. And plashed ear-deep with plunging feet; but she. Saying, Speed it as I send it for thy sake, Goddess, drew bow and loosed ; the sudden string Rang, and sprang inward, and the waterish air Hissed, and the moist plumes of the songless reeds Moved as a wave which the wind moves no more. But the boar heaved half out of ooze and slime His tense flank trembling round the barbed wound. Hateful ; and fiery with invasive eyes And bristling with intolerable hair Plunged, and the hounds clung, and green flowers and white Reddened and broke all round them where they came. And charging with sheer tusk he drove, and smote Hyleus; and sharp death caught his sudden soul. And violent sleep shed night upon his eves. Then Peleus, with strong strain of hand and heart, Shot ; but the sidelong arrow slid, and slew His comrade born and loving country- man, Under the left arm smitten, as he no less Poised a like arrow; and bright blood brake afoam. And falling, and weighed back by clam orous arms, Sharp rang the dead limbs of Eurytion Then one shot happier, the Cadmean seer, Amphiaraus; for his sacred shaft Pierced the red circlet of one ravening eye Beneath the brute brows of the san- guine boar, Now bloodier from one slain ; but he so galled Sprang straight, and rearing cried no lesser cry Than thunder and the roar of winter- ing streams That mix their own foam with the yel- lower sea; And as a tower that falls by fire in fight With ruin of 'walls and all its archery, And breaks the iron flower of wa* beneath. Crushing charred limbs and molten arms of men ; So through crushed branches and the reddening brake Clamored and crashed the fervor of his feet. And trampled, springing sideways from the tusk, Too tardy a moving mould of heavy strength, Anca^us; and as flakes of weak-winged snow Break, all the hard thews of his heav- ing limbs Broke, and rent flesh fell every way, and blood Flew, and fierce fragments of no more a man. Then all the heroes di^ew sharp breath, and gazed. And smote not; but Mcle*ger, but thy son. 28 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. Right in the wild way of the coming curse Rock-rooted, fair with fierce and fas- tened lips, Clear eyes, and springing muscle and shortening limb — With chin aslant indrawn to a tighten- ing throat. Grave, and with gathered sinews, like a god, — Aimed on the left side his well-handled spear Grasped where the ash was knottiest hewn, and smote. And with no missile wound, the mon- strous boar Right in the hairiest hollow of his hide Under the last rib, sheer through bulk and bone, Deep in ; and deeply smitten, and to death, The heavy horror with his hanging shafts Leapt, and feU furiously, and from raging lips Foamed out the latest wrath of all his life. And all they praised the gods with mightier heart, Zeus and all gods, but chiefliest Artemis, Seeing ; but Meleager bade whet knives and flay, Strip and stretch out the splendour of the spoil ; And hot and horrid from the work all these Sat, and drew breath, and drank and made .great cheer, And washed the hard sweat off their calmer brows. For much sweet grass grew higher than grew the reed, And good for slumber, and every holier herb. Narcissus, and the low-lying melilote. And all of goodliest blade and bloom that si)rings Where, hid by heavier hyacinth, violet buds Blossom and burn-, and fire of yellower flowers And light of crescent lilies, and such leaves As fear the faun's and know the dryad's foot ; Olive and ivy and poplar dedicate, And many a wellspring over-watched of these. There now they rest ; but me the king bade bear Good tidings to rejoice this town and thee. Wherefore be glad, and all ye give much thanks. For fallen is all the trouble of Calydon. Alth(sa. Laud ye the gods; for this they have given is good. And what shall be, they hide until their time. Much good and somewhat grievous hast thou said. And either well ; but let all sad things be, Till all have made before the prosperous gods Burnt-offering, and poured out the floral wine. Look fair, O gods, and favorable ; for we Praise you with no false heart or flatter- ing mouth. Being merciful, but with pure souls and prayer. Herald. Thou hast prayed well ; for whoso fears not these. But once being prosperous waxes huge of heart, I^im shall some new thing unaware destroy. *" Chorus. O that I now, I too were By deep wells and water-floods, Streams of ancient hills, and where All the wan green places bear Blossoms cleaving to the sod, Fruitless fruit, and grasses fair, Or such darkest ivy-buds As divide thy yellow hair, Bacchus, and their leaves that nod Round thy fawnskin brush the bare Snow-soft shoulders of a god; There the year is sweet, and there Earth is full of secret springs. And the fervent rose-cheeked hours. Those that marry dawn and noon. There are sunless, there look pale In dim leaves and hidden air. AT ALA NT A IN CALYDON. 29 Pale as grass or latter flowers Or the wild vine's wan wet rings Full of dew beneath the moon, And all day the nightingale Sleeps, and all night sings; There in cold remote recesses That nor alien eyes assail,' Feet, nor imminence of wings, Nor a wind nor any tune. Thou, O queen and holiest, Flower the whitest of all things, With reluctant lengthening tresses And with sudden splendid breast Save of maidens unbeholden, There art wont to enter, there Thy divine swift limbs and golden Maiden growth of unbound hair. Bathed in waters white. Shine, and many a maid's by thee In moist woodland or the hilly Flowerless brakes where wells abound Out of all men's sight ; Or in lower pools that see All their marges clothed all round With the innumerable lily, Whence the golden-girdled bee Flits through flowering rush to fret White or duskier violet, Fair as those that in far years With their buds left lummous And the'T little leaves made wet From the warmer dew of tears, Mother's tears in extreme need. Hid the limbs of lamus. Of thy brother's seed ; For his heart was piteous Toward him, even as thine heart now Pitiful toward us ; Thine, O goddess, turning hither A benignant blameless brow ; Seeing enough of evil done And lives withered as leaves wither In the blasting of the sun ; Seeing enough of hunters dead. Ruin enough of all our year, Herds and harvests slain and shed. Herdsmen stricken many an one, Fruits and flocks consumed together. And great length of deadly days. Yet with reverent lips and fear Turn we toward thee, turn and praise For this lightening of clear weather And prosperities begun. For not seldom, when all air As bright water without breath Shines, and when men fear not, fate Without thunder unaware Breaks, and brings down death. Joy with grief ye great gods give, Good with bad, and overbear All the pride of us that live. All the high estate. As ye long since overbore. As in old time long before, Many a strong man and a great, All that were. But do thou, sweet, otherwise. Having heed of all our prayer, Taking note of all our sighs; We beseech thee by thy light, By thy bow, and thy sweet eyes, And the kingdom of the night. Be thou favorable and fair; By thine arrows and thy might And Orion overthrown; By the maiden thy delight, By the indissoluble zone And the sacred hair. Messenger. Maidens, if ye will sing now, shift your song. Bow down, cry, wail for pity; is this a time For singing ? nay, for strewing of dust and ash. Rent raiment, and for bruising of the breast. Chorus. What new thing wolf-like lurks behind thy words.? What snake's tongue in thy lips ? what fire in the eyes .'' Messenger. Bring me before the queen, and I will speak. Chorus. Lo, she comes forth as from thank-offering made. Messenger. A barren offering for a bitter gift. Althcea. What are these borne on branches, and the face Covered ? no mean men living, but now slain Such honor have they, if any dwell with death. Messenger. Queen, thy twain brethren and thy mother's sons. AlthcBa. Lay down your dead till I behold their blood If it be mine indeed, and I will weep. 30 ATALANTA IN CALYDON. Messettgcr. Weep if thou wilt, for these men shall no more. Altluca. O brethren, O my father's sons, of me Well loved and well reputed, I should weep Tears dearer than the dear blood drawn from you But that I know you not uncomforted. Sleeping no shameful sleep, however slain. For niyson surelyhath avengedyou dead. Messenger. Nay, should thine own seed slay himself, O queen .'' Altluca. Thy double word brings forth a double death. Messenger. Know this then singly, by one hand they fell. Althcra. What mutterest thou with thine ambiguous mouth } Messenger. Slain by thy son's hand : is that saying so hard.-* Altfuea. Our time is come upon us : it is here. Chorus. O miserable, and spoiled at thine own hand ! Althica. Wert thou not called Me- 1 eager from this womb ? Chorns. A grievous huntsman hath it bred to thee. Alth(Ea. Wert thou born fire, and shalt thou not devour ? Chorus. The fire thou madest, will it consume even thee ? AlthcBii. My dreams are fallen upon me : burn thou too. Chorus. Not without God are visions born and die. Althcea. The gods are many about me ; I am one. Chorus. She groans as men wrestling with heavier gods. Alth and those blind things Fall off from life for love's sake, and I live.> Surelv some death is better than some ' life. Better one death for him and these £.nd me. For, if the gods had slain them, it mav be I had endured it ; if they had fallen by war. Or by the nets and knives of privy death And by hired hands while sleeping, this thing too I had set my soul to suffer ; or this hunt, Had this despatched them, under tusk or tooth Torn, sanguine, trodden, broken ; for all deaths Or honorable, or with facile feet avenged And hands of swift gods following, all save this. Are bearable. But not for their sweet land Fighting, but not a sacrifice, lo these Dead ; for I had not then shed all mine heart Out at mine eyes : then cither with good speed. Being just, I had slain their slayer aton- ingly, Or strewn with flowers their fire, and on their tombs Hung crowns, and over them a song, and seen Their jiraise outflame their ashes; for all men. All maidens, had come thither, and from i)ure lips Shed songs upon them, from heroic eyes Tears ; and their death had been a deathless life ; But now, by no man hired nor alien sword, By their own kindred are they fallen, in peace, After much peril, friendless among friends. By hateful hands they loved ; and hovr shall mine ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 33 rouch these returning red and not from war, These fatal from the vintage of men's veins, Dead men my brethren ? how shall these wasn off No festal stains of undelightful wine, I [ow mix the blood, my blood on them, with me, Holding mine hand? or how shall I say. Son, That am no sister? But by night and day Shall we not sit and hate each other, and think Things hate-worthy ? not live with shamefast eyes, Browbeaten, treading soft with fearful feet. Each unupbraided, each without rebuke Convicted, and without a word reviled Each of another? and I shall let thee live And see thee strong, and hear men for thy sake Praise me, but these thou wouldest not let live No man shall praise forever ? these shall lie Dead, unbeloved, unholpen, all through thee ? Sweet were they toward me living, and mine heart Desired them, but was then well satis- fied, That now is as men hungered ; and these dead I shall want always to the day I die. For all things else and all men may renew ; Yea, son for son the gods may give and take, But never a brother or sister any more. Chorus. Nay, for the son lies close about thine heart, full of thy milk, warm from thy womb, and drains Life, and the blood of life, and all thy fruit. Eats thee and drinks thee as who breaks bread and eats, Treads wine and drinks, thyself, a sect of thee: And if he feed not, shall not thy flesh faint ? Or drink not, are not thy lips dead for thirst ? This thing moves more than all things, even thy son. That thou cleave to him; and he shall honor thee. Thy womb that bare him and the breasts he knew. Reverencing most for thy sake all h's gods. Althcea. But these the gods too ga\ e me ; and these my son. Not reverencing his gods, nor mine own heart. Nor the old sweet years, nor all veneia- ble things. But cruel, and in his ravin like a beast. Hath taken away to slay them : yea, and she. She the strange woman, she the flower, the sword, Red from spilt blood, a mortal flower to men, Adorable, detestable, — even she Saw with strange eyes, and with strange lips rejoiced. Seeing these mine own slain of mizie own, and me Made miserable above all miseries made, A grief among all women in the world, A name to be washed out with all men's tears. Chorus. Strengthen thy spirit : is this not also a god. Chance, and the wheel of all necessi- ties ? Hard things have fallen upon us from harsh gods, Whom, lest worse hap, rebuke we not for these. Althcea. My spirit is strong against itself, and I For these things' sake cry out on mine own soul, That it endures outrage, and dolorous days, And life, and this inexpiable impo- tence. Weak am I, weak and shameful ; my breath drawn 34 ATALAXTA IN CALYDON. Shames me, and monstrous things and violent gods. What shall atone? what heal me ? what bring back Strength to the foot, light to the face ? what herb Assuage me ? what restore me ? what release ? What strange thing eaten or drunken, O great gods, Make me as you, or as the beasts that feed. Slay and divide and cherish their own hearts ? For these ye show us ; and we less than these Have not wherewith to live as all these things Which all their lives fare after their own kind As who doth well rejoicing; but we ill. Weeping or laughing, we whom eye- sight fails. Knowledge and light of face and per- fect heart, And hands we lack, and wit; and all our days Sin, and have hunger, and die infatu- ated. For madness have ye given us, and not health. And sins whereof we know not; and for these Death, and sudden destruction, un- aware. What shall we say now? what thing comes of us? Chorus. Alas! for all this all men undergo. AltJuca. Wherefore I will not that these twain, () gods. Die as a dog dies, eaten of creeping things. Abominable, a loathing; but though dead Shall they have honor and sm h fune- real rtame As strews men's ashes in their cncuiies' face. And blinds their eyes who hale thtm : lest men say, " Lo how they lie, and living had great kin; And none of these hath pity of them, and none Regards them lying, and none is wrung at heart. None moved in spirit for them, naked and slain, Abhorred, abased, and no tears comfort them ; " And in the dark this grieve Eurythemis, Hearing how these her sons come down to her Unburied, unavenged, as kinless men, And had a queen their sister. That were shame Worse than this grief. Vet how to atone at all I know not ; seeing the love of mv born son, A new-made mother's new-born love, that grows From the soft child to the strong man, now soft, Now strong as either, and still one sole same love. Strives with me, no light thing to strive withal : This love is deep, and natural to manV blood. And ineffaceable with many tears. Yet shall not these rebuke' me, though I die, ^ Nor she in that waste world with all her dead. My mother, among the pale flocks fallen as leaves, F'olds of dead people, and alien from the sun ; Nor lack some bitter comfort, some , poor praise. Being cpicen, to have liorne her daugh tcr like a queen Righteous; and though mine own fire burn me too. She shall have honor, and these her sons, though dead. Hut all the gods will, all they do, and wc Not all wc would, yet somewhat; and one choice We have, to live and do just dteds and die. Chorus. Terrible wortls she com munes with, and turns ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 35 Swift fiery eyes in doubt against herself, And murmurs as who talks in dreams with death. Althcea. For the unjust also dieth, and him all men Hate, and himself abhors the unright- eousness, And seeth his own dishonor intoler- able. But I being just, doing right upon my- self. Slay mine own soul, and no man born shames me. For none constrains nor shall rebuke, being done, What none compelled me doing ; thus these things fare. Ah, ah ! that such things should so fare ; ah me ! That I am found to do them and endure, Chosen and constrained to choose, and bear myself Mine own wound through mine own flesh to the heart Violently stricken, a spoiler and a spoil, A ruin ruinous, fallen on mine own son. Ah, ah ! for me too as for these ; alas ! For that is done that shall be, and mine hand Full of the deed, and full of blood mine eyes, That shall see never nor touch any thing Save blood unstanched and fire un- quenchable. Chorus. What wilt thou do .'' what ails thee ? for the house Shakes ruinously : wilt thou bring fire for it.^ Althcra. Fire in the roofs, and on the lintels fire. Lo ye, who stand and weave, between the doors. There ; and blood drips from hand and thread, and stains Threshold and raiment and me passing in Flecked with the sudden sanguine drops of death. Chorus. Alas that time is stronger than strong men, Fate than all gods! and these are fallen on us. Aithcea. A little since, and I was glad; and now I never shall be glad or sad again. Chorus. Between two joys a grief grows unaware. Althcva. A little while, and I shall laugh ; and then I shall weep never, and laugh not any more. Chorus. What shall be said? for words are thorns to grief. Withhold thyself a little, and fear the gods. Althfia. Fear died when these were slain ; and I am as dead, And fear is of the living ; these fear none. Chorus. TIave pity upon all people for their sake. Althcpa. It is done now : shall I put back my day } Chorus. An end is come, an end . this is of God. Althcea. I am fire, and burn myself: keep clear of fire. Chorus. The house is broken, is broken ; it shall not stand. Althcea. Woe, woe for him that breaketh ; and a rod Smote it of old, and now the axe is here. Chorus. Not as with sundering of the earth. Nor as with cleaving of the sea, Nor fierce foreshadowings of a birth. Nor flying dreams of death to be. Nor loosening of the large world's girth. And quickening of the body of night, And sound of thunder in men's ears. And fire of lightning in men's sight. Fate, mother of desires and fears. Bore unto men the law of tears. But sudden, an unfathered lame. And broken out of night, she shone, — She, without body, without name, In days forgotten and foregone ; And heaven rang round her as she came, 36 ATALANTA IN CALVDOiV. Like smitten cymbals, and lay bare ; Clouds and great stars, thunders and snows, The blue sad fields and folds of air, The life that breathes, the life that grows, All wind, all fire, that burns or blows, Even all these knew her: for she is great. The daughter of doom, the mother of death, The sister of sorrow; a lifelong weight That no man's finger lighteneth, Nor any god can lighten fate ; A landmark seen across the way Where one race treads as the other trod; An evil sceptre, an evil stay. Wrought for a staff, wrought for a rod. The bitter jealousy of God. For death is deep as the sea. And fate as the waves thereof. Shall the waves take pity on thee. Or the south-wind offer thee love ? Wilt thou take the night for thy day, Or the darkness for light on thy way, Till thou say in thine heart Enough ? Behold, thou art over fair, thou art over wise ; The sweetness of spring in thine hair, and the light in thine eyes. The light of the spring in thine eyes, and the sound in thine ears; Vet thine heart shall wax heavy with sighs, and thine eyelids with tears. Wilt thou cover thine hair with gold, and with silver thy feet? Hast thou taken the purple to fold thee, and made thy mouth sweet ? 15chf)ld, when thy face is made bare, he that loved thee shall hate; Thy face shall be no more fair at the fall of thy fate. For thy life shall fall as a leaf, and be shed as the rain ; And the veil of thine head shall be grief; and the crown shall be pain. Altluca. Ho, ye that wail, and ye that sing, make way Till I be come among you. Hide youi tears, Ve little weepers, and your laughing lips. Ye laughers, for a little ; lo mine eyes That outweep heaven at rainiest, and my mouth That laughs as gods laugh at us ! Fate's are we, Yet fate is ours a breathing-space ; yea, mine. Fate is made mine forever; he is my son. My bedfellow, my brother. You strong gods, Give place unto me ; I am as any of you. To give life and to take life. Thou, old earth. That hast made man and unmade ; thou whose mouth Looks red from the eaten fruits of thine own womb ; Behold me with what lips upon what food I feed and fill my body; even with flesh Made of my body. Lo, the fire I lit I burn with fire to quench it; yea, with flame I burn up even the dust and ash there- of. Chorus. Woman, what fire is this thou Inirnest with? AltJura. Yea to the bone, yea to the blood and all. Chorus. For this thy face and ha-r are as one fire. Althda. A tongue that licks and beats upon the dust. Chorus. And in thine eyes arc hollow light and heat. Aithcea. C)f flame not fed with hand or frankincense. Chorus. I fear thee for the trembling of thine eyes. Althtra. Neither with love they trem ble, nor for fear. Chorus. And thy mouth shudder "-^g like a shot bird. Althtra. Not as the bride's mouth when man kisses it. ATALANTA IN CALYDON. ' 37 Chorus. Nay, but what thing is this thing thou hast done ? Althcca. Look, I am silent, speak your eyes for me. Chorus. I see a faint fire lightening from the hall. Alth(€a. Gaze, stretch your eyes, strain till the lids drop off. Chorus. Flushed pillars down the flickering vestibule. Althcea. Stretch with your necks like birds ; cry, chirp as they. Chorus. And a long brand that black- ens : and white dust. Althcpa. O children, what is this ye see ? your eyes Are blinder than night's face at fall of moon. That is my son, my flesh, my fruit of life. My travail, and the year's weight of my womb, Meleager, a fire enkindled of mine hands And of mine hands extinguished : this is he. Chorus. O gods, what word has flown out at thy mouth ? Althcea. I did this, and I say this, and I die. Chorus. Death stands upon the door- way of thy lips, And in thy mouth has death set up his house. Althaa. O death, a little, a little while, sweet death, Until I see the brand burnt down and die. Chorus. She reels as any reed under the wind. And cleaves unto the ground with stag- gering feet. Althcea. Girls, one thing will I say and hold my peace. [ that did this will weep not nor cry out, Cry ye and weep : I will not call on gods. Call ye on them ; I will not pity man. Show ye your pity. I know not if I live ; Save that I feel the fire upon my face, And on my cheek the burning of a brand. Yea, the smoke bites me ; yea, I drink the steam With nostril and with eyelid and with lip Insatiate and intolerant; and mine hands Burn, and fire feeds upon mine eyes ; 1 reel As one made drunk with living, whence he draws Drunken delight; yet I, though mad for joy. Loathe my long living, and am waxen red As with the shadow of shed blood; behold, I am kindled with the flames that fade in him, I am swollen with subsiding of his veins, I am flooded with his ebbing ; my lit eyes Flame with the falling fire that leaves his lids Bloodless ; my cheek is luminous with blood Because his face is ashen. Yet, O child. Son, first-born, fairest — O sweet mouth, sweet eyes, That drew my life out through my suck- ling breast. That shone and clove mine heart through — O soft knees Clinging, O tender treadings of soft feet, Cheeks warm with little kissings — O child, child, What have we made each other.' Lo, I felt Thy weight cleave to me, a burden of beauty, O son. Thy cradled brows and loveliest loving lips, The floral hair, the little lightening eyes And all thy goodly glory; with mine hands Delicately I fed thee, with my tongue Tenderly spake, saying, Verily in God's time. For all the little likeness of thy limbs, Son, I shall make thee a kingly man to fight, 38 ATALAiVTA IN CALYDON: A lordiy leader ; and hear before I die, " She bore the goodliest sword of all the world." Oh ! oh ! For all my life turns round on me ; I am severed from myself, my name is gone, — My name that was a healing, it is changed : My name is a consuming. From this time, Though mine eyes reach to the end of all these things, My lips shall not unfasten till I die. Sejuichortis. She has filled with sigh- ing the city, And the ways thereof with tears ; She arose, she girdl<"d her sides, She set her face as a bride's ; She wept, and she had no pity ; Trembled, and felt no fears. Sfinichorus. Her eyes were clear as the sun. Her brows were fresh as the day ; She girdled herself with gold, Her robes were manifold; But the days of her worship are done. Her praise is taken away. Seinichorus. For she set her hand to the fire. With her mouth she kindled the same ; As the mouth of a flute-player, So was the mouth of her ; With the might of her strong de- sire She blew the breath of the flame. Setuichortis. She set her hand to the wood. She took the fire in her hand ; As one who is nigh to death. She panted with strange breath She opened her li])s unto blood. She breathed and kindled the brand. Setuichonis. As a wood-dove newly shot, She sobbed and lifted her breast; She sighed and covered her eyes, ?'illin|^ her lips with sighs; She sighed, she withdrew herself not. She refrained not, taking not rest. Setnic/iorus. But as the wind which is drouth. And as the air which is death, As storm that severeth ships, Her breath severing her lips. The breath came forth of her mouth, And the fire came forth of her breath. Second Messenger. Queen, and you maidens, there is come on us A thing more deadly than the face of death : Meleager the good lord is as one slain. Semii/ionis. Without sword, without sword is he stricken ; Slain, and slain without hand. Second Messen[;er. For as keen ice divided of the sun His limbs divide, and as thawed snow the flesh Thaws from off all his body to the hair. Semiihorus. He wastes as the embers quicken; With the brand he fades as a brand. Second Messenger. Even while thev sang, and all drew hither, and he Lifted both hands to crown the Arca- dian's hair. And fix the looser leaves, both hands fell down. Semic/ioriis. With rending of cheek and of hair Lament ye, mourn for him, weep. Second Messenger. Straightway the crown slid off, and smote on earth. First fallen; and he, grasping his own hair, groaned. And cast his raimenl round his face, and tell. Semiclionts. Alas for visions that were. And soothsayings spoken in sleep! Second Messenger, l^ut the king twitched his reins in, and Itapl down. And caught him, crving out twice "(• child ! " and thrice, So that men's eyelids tliickened will', their tears. Sernic/iorus. Lament with a long la mentation. Cry, for an end is at hand. ATALANTA IN CALYDON, 39 Second Afesscns^er. " O son ! " he said, " son, lift thine eyes, draw breath, Pity me ! " But Meleager with sharp lips Gasped, and his face waxed like as sun- burnt grass. Semichorus Cry aloud, O thou king- dom, O nation, O stricken, a ruinous land ! Second Messenger. Whereat king CEneus, straightening feeble knees. With feeble hands heaved up a lessen- ing weight, Ai?d laid him sadly in strange hands, and wept. Semichorus. Thou art smitten, her lord, her desire. Thy dear blood wasted as rain. Second Messenger. And they with tears and rendings of the beard Bear hither a breathing body, wept upon And lightening at each footfall, sick to death. Semichorns. Thou madest thy sword as a fire. With fire for a sword thou art slain. Secotid Messenger. And lo, the feast turned funeral, and the crowns Fallen ; and the huntress and the hunter trapped ; And weeping and changed faces and veiled hair. Meleager. Let your hands meet Round the weight of my head ; Lift ye my feet As the feet of the dead ; For the flesh of my body is molten, the limbs of it molten as lead. Chorus. O thy luminous fact. Thine imperious eyes ! O the grief, O the grace. As of day when it dies ! Who is this bending over thee, lord, with tears and suppression of sighs ? Meleager. Is a bride so fair } Is a maid so meek } With unchapleted hair, With unfilleted cheek, Atalanta, the pure among women, whose name is as blessing to speak. Atalanta. I would that with feet Unsandalled, unshod, Overbold, overfleet, I had swum not nor trod From Arcadia to Calydon northward, a blast of the envy of God. Meleager. Unto each man his fate ; Unto each as he saith In whose fingers the weight Of the world is as breath ; Yet I would that in clamor of battle mine hands had laid hold upon death. Chorus. Not with cleaving of shields And their clash in thine ear. When the lord of fought fields Breaketh spear-shaft from spear, Thou art broken, our lord, thou art broken, with travail and labor and fear. Meleager. Would God he had found me Beneath fresh boughs ! Would God he had bound me Unawares in mine house. With light in mine eyes, and songs in my lips, and a crown on my brows ! Chorus. Whence art thou sent from us.^ Whither thy goal } How art thou rent from us, Thou that wert whole. As with severing of eyelids and eyes, as with sundering of body and soul ! Meleager. My heart is within me As an ash in the fire ; W^hosoever hath seen me. Without lute, without lyre, Shall sing of me grievous things, even things that were ill to desire. Chorus. Who shall raise thee From the house of the dead .'* Or what man praise thee That thy praise may be said ? Alas thy beauty! alas thy body! alas thine head ! Meleager. But thou, O mother, The dreamer of dreams. Wilt thou bring forth another To feel the sun's beams When I move among shadows a shadow, and wail by impassable streams .'• 40 ATALANTA IN CALYDOIV. CEneus. What thing wilt thou leave me Now this thing is done ? A man wilt thou give me, A son for my son, For the light of mine eyes, the desire of my life, the desirable one ? Chorus. Thou wert glad aliove others. Yea, fair beyond word ; Thou wert glad among mothers; For each man that heard Of thee, praise there was added unto thee, as wings to the feet of a bird. CEneus. Who shall give back Thy face of old years, With travail made black. Grown gray among fears. Mother of sorrow, mother of cursing, mother of tears ? Meleager. Though thou art as fire Fed with fuel in vain, My delight, my desire. Is more chaste than the rain. More pure than the dewfall, more holy than stars are that live without stain. Atalanta. I would that as water My life's blood had thawn. Or as winter's wan daughter Leaves lowland and lawn Spring-stricken, or ever mme eyes had beheld thee made dark in thy dawn. Chorus. When thou dravest the men Of the chosen of Thrace, None turned him again. Nor endured he thy face Clothed round with the blush of the battle, with light from a terrible place. CEneus. Thou shouldst die as he dies For whom none sheddeth tears ; Filling thine eyes And fulfilling thine ears With the brilliance of battle, the bloom and the beauty, the splendor of spears. Chorus. In the ears of the world It is sung, it is told. And the light thereof hurled And the noise thereof rolled From the Acroceraunian snow to the ford Meleager. For the dead man no home is; Ah, better to be What the flower of the foam is In fields of the sea, That the sea-waves might be as my rai- ment, the gulf-stream a garmeni for me. Chorus. Who shall seek thee and bring And restore thee thy day. When the dove dipt her wing, And the oars won their way Where the narrowing Svmplegades whitened the straits of Propontis with spray ? Mel easier. Will ye crown me my tomb Or exalt me my name. Now niv spirits consume, Now my flesh is a flanic ? Let the sea slake it once, and men speak of nje sleeping to praise me or shame. Chorus. Turn back now, turn thee, As who turns him to wake ; Though the life in thee burn thee, Couldst thou bathe it and slake Where the sea-ridge of Ilellc hangs heavier, and cast uin^n west waters Ijreak ? Meleager. Would the winds blow me back Or the waves hurl me home "i Ah, to touch in the track Where the jjim- U-pint to roam Cold girdles and crow is of the sea- gods, cool blossoms of wateJ and f'>ani! ATALANTA IN CALYDON. C'lrtis. The gods may release ' 'iat they made fast ; 1 ly soul shall have ease In thy limbs at the last ; But what shall they give thee for life, sweet life that is overpast ? Meleager. Not the life of men's veins, Not of flesh that conceives; But the grace that remains, The fair beauty that cleaves To the life of the rains in the grasses, the life of the dews on the leaves. Chorus. Thou wert helmsman and chief ; Wilt thou turn in an hour, Tby limbs to the leaf. Thy face to the flower, Thy blood to the water, thy soul to the gods who divide and devour? Meleager. The years are hungry. They wail all their days; The gods wax angry And weary of praise ; And who shall bridle their lips ? an who shall straiten their ways ? . Chorus. The gods guard over us With sword and with rod ; Weaving shadow to cover us. Heaping the sod. That law may fulfil herself wholh, to darken man's face before G>d. Meleager. O holy head of CEnais, lo thy son Guiltless, yet red from alien guilt, yet foul With kinship of contanihated lives, Lo, for their blood ^' die ; and mine own blood For blood-sheddingof mine is mixed therewith. That death may no discern me from my kin. Vet with clean heart die and faultless hand. Not shamefully ; thouherefore of thy love Salute me, and bid fre among the dead Well, as the dead fas for the best man dead Fares sadly; nathle- 1 now faring well Pass without fear where nothing is to fear. Having thy love about me and thy goodwill, O father, among dark places and men dead. CEneus. Child, I salute thee with sad heart and tears. And bid thee comfort, being a perfect man In fight, and honorable in the house of peace. The gods give thee fair wage and dues of death. And me brief days and ways to come at thee. Meleager. Pray thou thy days be long before thy death. And full of ease and kingdom; seeing in death There is no comfort and none after- growth. Nor shall one thence look up and see day's dawn Nor light upon the land whither I go. Live thou, and take thy fill of days, and die When thy day comes; and make not much of death. Lest ere thy day thou reap an evil thing. Thou too, the bitter mother and mother- plague Of this my weary body — thou too, queen, The source and end, the sower and the scythe. The rain that ripens and the drought that slays. The sand that swallows and the spring that feeds, * To make me and unmake me, — thou, T say, Althaea, since my father's ploughshare, drawn Through fatal seedland of a female field, Furrowed thy body, whence a wheaten ear Strong from tlie sun and fragrant from the rains I sprang, and cleft the closure of ;hy womb, 42 ATALAXTA IN CALYDON. Mother, I dying with unforgetful tongue Hail thee as holy, and worship thee as just. Who art unjust and unholy; and with my knees Would worship, but thy fire and subtle- ulering them, dev our me for Dissundernig these limbs Are as light dust and Grumblings from mine urn Before the fire has touched them ; and my face As a dead leaf or dead foot's mark on snow, And all this body a broken barren tree That was so strong, and all this flower of life Mother, thou sole and only, thou n'V these, Keep me in mind a little when I die Because I was thy first-born ; let th i soul Pity me, pity eyen me gone hence and (load. Though thou wert wroth, and thougVi thou bear again Much happier sons, and all men latex born Exceedingly excel me, yet do thou Forget not, nor think shame ; I was thy son. Time was, I did not shame thee ; an4 time was, I thought to live, and make thee honor- able Disbranched and desecrated misera- With deeds as great as these men's: but bly, they live. % And minished all that godlike muscle These, and I die; and what thing should have been. Surely I know not ; yet I charge thee. seeing 1 am dead already, love me not the less. Me, O my mother ! I charge thee bi these gods, y father's, and that holier breast of thine, Byxhese that see me dying, and that \ which nursed, Lov^^me not less, thy first-born : though \e;rief come, Grief oiW, of me, and of all these great joy. And shall .. , c always to thee; for thou knovr St, O mother, O breads that bare me, foi ye know, sweet head of myriothor, sacred eyes. Vc knt)w my soulalbeit I sinned,' vc know Albeit I kneel no neither touch thy knees, But with my lips kneel, and with ray heart 1 fall about thy fet and worship thee. And yc fart-wel'now, .ill my fiicnds; and yc. Kinsmen, much )unger and glorious more than Sons of M' moth's sister: and al, far( l and might. And lesser than a man's : for all my veins Fail me, and all mine ashen life burns down, I would thou hadst let me live ; but gods averse. But fortune, and the fiery feet of change, And time, these would not, these tread out my life, — These and not thou ; me too thou hast loved, and I Thee ; but 4his death was mixed with all my life. Mine end with my beginning: and this law, This only, slays me, and not my mother at'all. And let no brother or sister grieve too sore, Nor melt their hearts out on me with their tears, Since extreme love and sorrowing over- much Vex the great gods, and over-loving men Slay and are slain for love's sake ; and this house Shall bear much better children; why should these Weep ? but in i)atiencc let them live their lives And mine |>asK by forgotten : thou alone, ATALANTA IN CALYDON. 43 That were in Colchis with me, and bare down The waves and wars that met us : and though times Change, and though now I be not any thing. Forget not me among you, what [ did In my good time ; for even by all those days. Those days and this, and your own liv- ing souls, And by the light and luck of you that live. And by this miserable spoil, and me Dying, I beseech you, let my name not die. But thou, dear, touch me with thy rose- like hands, And fasten up mine eyelids with thy mouth, A bitter kiss; and grasp me with thine arms. Printing with heavy lips my light waste flesh, Made light and thin by heavy-handed fate, • And with thine holy maiden eyes drop dew. Drop tears for dew upon me who am dead. Me who have loved thee ; seeing with- out sin done I am gone down to the empty weary house Where no flesh is, nor beauty, nor swift eyes, Nor sound of mouth, nor might of hands and feet. But thou, dear, hide my body with thy veil, And with thy raiment cover foot and head,_ And stretch thyself upon me, and touch hands With hands and lips with lips : be pitiful As thou art maiden perfect ; let no man Defile me to despise me, saying, This man Died woman-wise, a woman's offering, slain Through female fingers in his woof of life. Dishonorable; for thou hast honored me. And now for God's sake kiss me once and twice. And let me go ; for the night gathers me. And in the night shall no man gather fruit. Atalajtta. Hail thou ! but 1 with heavy face and feet Turn homeward, and am gone out of thine eyes. Chorus. Who shall contend with his lords. Or cross them, or do them wrong ? Who shall bind them as with cords ? Who shall tame them as with song .-' Who shall smite them as with swords } For the hands of their kingdom arc strong. ERECHTHEUS: A TRAGEDY. DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER. Erechtheus. Chorus of Athenian Elders. PERSONS. Praxithea. Chthonia. Herald of Eumolpus. Messenger, Athenian HERALa Athena. Erechtheus. Mother of life and death and all men's days, Earth, whom I chief of all men born would bless. And call thee with more loving lips than theirs Mother, for of this very body of thine And living blood I have my breath and live. Behold me, even thy son, me crowned of men, Me made thy child by that strong, cun- ning god Who fashions fire and iron, who begat Me for a sword and beacon-fire on thee, Me fosterling of Pallas, in her shade Reared, that I first might pay the nurs- ing debt, Hallowing her fame with flower of third-vear feasts. And first bow down the bridled strength of steeds To lose the wild wont of their birth, and bear Clasp of man's knees and steerage of his hand, (Jr fourfold service of his fire-swift wheels That whirl the four-yoked chariot ; me the king 44 Who stand before thee naked new, and cry, holy and general mother of all men born. But mother most and motherliest of mine, Earth, for I ask thee rather of all the gods. What have we done ? what word mis- timed or work Hath winged the wild feet of this time- less curse To fall as fire upon us.> Lo. I stand Here on this brow's crown of the city's head That crowns its lovely body, till death's hour Waste it; but nos' the dew of ilawn and birth Is fresh upon it fiom thy womb, ano we Behold it born hew beauteous: one day more 1 see the world'i wheel of the circling sun Roll u]) rejoicing to regard on earth This one tiling goodliest, fair as heaven or he, Worth a god's g. zc or strife of gods: but now ERECHTHEUS. 45 V/ould this clay's ebb of their spent wave of strife Sweep it to sea, wash it on wreck, and leave A costless thing contemned ; and in our stead, Where these walls were, and sounding streets of men, Make wide a waste for tongueless water-herds And spoil of ravening fishes ; that no more Should nien say, Here was Athens. This shalt thou Sustain not, nor thy son endure to see, Nor thou to live and look on ; for the womb Bare me not base that bare me miser- able, To hear this loud brood of the Thra- cian foam Break its broad strength of billowy- beating war Here, and upon it as a blast of death Blowing, the keen wrath of a fire-souled king, A strange growth grafted on our natu- ral soil, A root of Thrace in Eleusinian earth Set for no comfort to the kindly land, Son of the sea's lord and our first-born foe, Eumolpus; nothing sweet in ears of thine The music of his making, nor a song Toward hopes of ours auspicious; for the note Rings as for death oracular to thy sons That goes before him on the sea-wind blown Full of this charge laid on me, to put out The brief light kindled of mine own child's life. Or with this helmsman hand that steers the state Run right on the under shoal and ridge of death The populous ship with all its fraught- age gone, And sails that were to take the wind of time Rent, and the tackling that should hold out fast Tn confluent surge of loud calamities Broken, with spars of rudders and lost oars That were to row toward harbor, and find rest In some most glorious haven of all the world, And else may never near it: such a song The gods have set his lips on fire withal Who threatens now in all their names to bring Ruin ; but none of these, thou knowest, have I Chid with my tongue, or cursed at heart for grief, Knowing how the soul runs reinless on sheer death Whose grief or joy takes part against the gods. And what they will is more than our desire, And their desire is more than what we will. For no man's will and no desire of man's Shall stand as doth a god's will. Yet, O fair Mother, that seest me how I cast no word Against them, plead no reason, crave no cause, Boast me not blameless, nor beweep me wronged, By this fair wreath of towers we have decked thee with, This chaplet that we give thee woven of walls, This girdle of gate and temple and cita- del Drawn round beneath thy bosom, and fast linked As to thine heart's root, — this dear crown of thine, This present light, this city, — be not thou Slow to take heed nor slack to strength- en her, Fare we so short-lived howsoe'er, and pay 46 ERECHTHEUS. What price we may to ransom thee thy town, Not me my life; but thou that diest not, thou. Though all our house die for this peo- ple's sake, Keep thou for ours thy crown our city, ^uard And give it life the lovelier that we died. Chorus. Sun, that hast lightened and loosed by thy might Ocean and Earth from the lordship of night, Quickening with vision his eye that was veiled. Freshening the force in her heart that had failed. That sister fettered and blinded brother Should have sight by thy grace and de- light of each other, Behold now and see What profit is given them of thee ; What wrath has enkindled with mad- ness of mind Her limbs that were bounden, his face that was blind. To be locked as in wrestle together, and lighten With fire that shall darken thy fire in the sky. Body to body and eye against eye In a war against kind. Till the bloom of her fields and her high hills whiten With the foam of his waves more high. For the sea-marks set to divide of old The kingdoms to Ocean and Earth as- signed, The hoar sea-fields from the cornfields' gold. His wine-bright waves from her vine- yards' fold, Fiail forces we find To bridle the sj^irit of gods or bind Till the heat of their hearts wax cold. But the peace that was stablished be- tween them to stand Is rent now in twain by the strength of his hand Who stirs up the storm of his sons over- bold To pluck from fight what he lost of right, By council and judgment of gods that spake And gave great Pallas the strife's fair stake, The lordship and love of the lovely land. The grace of the town that hath on it for crown But a headband to wear Of violets one-hued with her hair: For the vales and the green high places of earth Hold nothing so fair. And the depths of the sea bear no such birth Of the manifold births they bear. Too well, too well was the great stake worth A strife divine for the gods to judge, A crowned god's triumph, a foiled god's grudge, Though the loser be strong and the victress wise Who played long since for so large a prize, The fruitful immortal anointed adored Dear city of men without master or lord. Fair fortress and fostress of sons born free, Who stand in her sight and in thine, O sun. Slaves of no man, subjects of none ; A wonder enthroned on the hills and sea, A maiden crowned with a fourfold glory That none from the pride of her head may rend, Violet and olive - leaf purple and hoarv. Song-wreath and story the fairest of fame, Flowers that the winter can blast not or bend ; A light \\\)Ox\ earth as the sun's own fianic, A name as his name, Athens, a praise without end. ERECHTHEUS, 47 A noise is arisen against us of wa- ters, A sound as of battle come up from the sea. Strange hunters are hard on us, hearts without pity ; They have staked their nets round the fair young city, That the sons of her strength and her virgin daughters Should find not whither alive to flee. And we know not yet of the word unwritten. The doom of the Pythian we have not heard ; From the navel of earth and the veiled mid altar We wait for a token with hopes that falter, With fears that hang on our hearts thought-smitten Lest her tongue be kindled with no good word. O thou not born of the womb, nor bred In the bride-night's warmth of a changed god's bed, Put thy life as a lightning was flashed from the light of thy father's head, O chief god's child by a motherless birth, If aught in thy sight we indeed be worth. Keep death from us thou, that art none of the gods of the dead under earth. Thou that hast power on us, save, if thou wilt; Let the blind wave breach not thy wall scarce built ; But bless us not so as by bloodshed, impute not for grace to us guilt, Nor by price of pollution of blood set us free ; Let the hands be taintless that clasp thy knee, Nor a maiden be slain to redeem for a maiden her shrine from the sea. O earth, O sun, turn back Full on his deadly track Death, that would smite you black and mar your creatures. And with one hand disroot All tender flower and fruit, With one strike blind and mute the heaven's fair features, Pluck out the eyes of morn, and make Silence in the east and blackness whence the bright songs break. Help, earth, help, heaven, that hear The song-notes of our fear, Shrewd notes and shrill, not clear or joyful-sounding; Hear, highest of gods, and stay Death on his hunter's way, Full on his forceless prey his beagles hounding ; Break thou his bow, make short his hand. Maim his fleet foot whose passage kills the living land. Let a third wave smite not us, father, Long since sore smitten of twain, Lest the house of thy son's son perish. And his name be barren on earth. Whose race wilt thou comfort rather If none to thy son remain ? Whose seed wilt thou choose to cherish If his be cut off in the birth ? For the first fair graft of his graffing Was rent from its maiden root By the strong swift hand of a lover Who fills the night with his breath ; On the lip of the stream low-laughing Her green soft virginal shoot Was plucked from the stream-side cover By the grasp of a love like death. For a god's was the mouth that kissed her Who speaks, and the leaves lie dead. When winter awakes as at warning To the sound of his foot from Thrace. Nor happier the bed of her sister. Though Love's self laid her abed By a bridegroom beloved of the morning And fair as the dawn's own face. 48 ERECHTIIEUS. For Prodis, ensnared and ensnaring By the fraud of a twofold wile, With the poMit of her own spear stricken, By the gift of her own hand fell. Oversubtle in doubts, overdaring In deeds and devices of guile, And strong to quench as to quicken, O Love, have we named thee well ? 6y thee was the spear's edge whetted That laid her dead in the dew, In the n.oist green glens of the midland. By her dear lord slain and thee. And him at the cliff's end fretted By the gray keen waves, him too. Thine hand from the white-browed headland Flung down for a spoil to the sea. But enough now of griefs gray-growing Have darkened the house divine. Have flowered on its boughs, and faded, And green is the brave stock yet. O father all-seeing and all-knowing. Let the last fruit fall not of thine From the tree with whose boughs we are shaded, From the stock that thy son's hand set. Erechtheus. O daughter of Cephisus, from all time Wise have I found thee, wife and queen, of heart Perfect; nor in the days that knew not wind Nor days when storm blew death upon our i)eace Was thine heart swoln with seed of ]jride, or bowed With blasts of bitter fear that break men's souls Who lift too high their minds toward heaven, in thought Too godlike grown for worsliip ; but of nu^od L(|ual, in good time reverent of time bad, And glad in ill days of the good that were. Nor now too would I fear thee, now misdoubt Lest fate should find thee lesser than thj doom. Chosen if thou be to bear and to be great Haply beyond all women ; and the word Speaks thee divine, dear queen, thai speaks thee dead, Dead being alive, or quick and dead ir. one Shall not men call thee living? vet 1 fear To slay thee timeless with my proper tongue. With lips, thou knowest,that love thee; and such work Was never laid of gods on men, such word No mouth of man learnt ever, as from mine, Most loath to speak, thine ear most loath shall take. And hold it hateful as the grave to hear. Praxithca. That word there is not in all sj^eech of man. King, that being spoken of the gods and thee I have not heart to honor, o.- dare hold More than I hold thee or the gods in hate Hearing ; but if my heart abhor it heard Being insubmissive, hokl me not thy wife, But use me like a stranger, whom thine hand Hath fed by chance, and finding thence no thanks Hung off for shame's sake to forget- fulness. Erechtheus. O, of what breath shall such a word be made. Or from what heart finti utterance } Would my tongue Were rent forth rather from the quiver- ing root 'I'han uKide as fire or poison thus for tlice. J^rnxithen. But if thou speak of blood, and I that hear ERECHTHEUS. 49 Be chosen of all for this land's love to die, And save to thee thy city, know this well, Happiest I hold me of her seed alive. Erechtheiis. O sun that seest, what saying was this of thine, God, that thy power has breathed into my lips? For from no sunlit shrine darkling it came. Praxithea. What portent from the mid oracular place Hath smitten thee so like a curse that flies Wingless, to waste men with its plagues ."^ Yet speak. Erechtheiis. Thy blood the gods re- quire not ; take this first. Praxithea. To me than thee more grievous this should sound. Erechtheiis. That word rang truer aud bitterer than it knew. Praxithea. This is not then thy grief, to see me die .'' Erechtheiis. Die shalt thou not, yet give thy blood to death. Praxithea. If this ring worse, I know not : strange it rang. Erechtheiis. Alas ! thou knowest not ; woe is me that know ! Praxithea. And woe shall mine be, knowing ; yet halt not here. Erechtheiis. Guiltless of blood this state mav stand no more. Praxithea. Firm let it stand, whatever bleed or fall. Erechtheiis. O gods, that I should say it shall, and weep ! Praxithea. Weep, and say this ? no tears should bathe such words. Erechtheiis. Woe's me that I must weep upon them ! woe ! Praxithea. What stain is on them for thy tears to cleanse ? Erechtheiis. A stain of blood un- purgeable with tears. Praxithea. Whence ? for thou sayest it is and is not mine. Erechtheiis. Hear then, and know why only of all men I That bring such news as mine is, I alone Must wash good words with weeping I and thou. Woman, must wail to hear men sing, must groan To see their joy who love us; all our friends Save only we, and all save we that love This holiness of Athens, in our sight Shall lift their hearts up, in our hearing praise Gods whom we may not; for to these they give Life of their children, flower of all their seed. For all their travail fruit, for all theii hopes Harvest ; but we for all our good things, we Have at their hands which fill all these folk full Death, barrenness, child-slaughter, curses, cares. Sea-leaguer and land-shipwreck; which of these. Which wilt thou first give thanks for? all are thine, Praxithea. What first they give who give this city good. For that first given to save it I give thanks First, and thanks heartier from a hap- pier tongue. More than for any my peculiar grace Shown me and not my country ; next for this, That none of all these, but for all these I, Must bear my burden, and no eye but mine Weep of all women's in this broad land born Who see their land's deliverance; but much more, Hut most for this I thank them most of all, That this their edge of doom is chosen to pierce My heart, and not my country's ; for the sword Drawn to smite there, and sharpened for such stroke Should wound more deep than anj turned on me. b^ ERhtHTIfEirii. Chorm. Well fares the land that bears such fruit, and well The spirit that breeds such thought and speech in man. Erechtheus. O woman, thou hast shamed my heart with thine, To show so strong a patience : take then all ; For all shall break not nor bring down thy soul. The word that journeying to the bright god's shrine Who speaks askance and darkling, but his name Hath in it slaying and ruin broad writ out, I heard, hear thou: thus saith he: There shall die One soul for all this people ; from thy womb Came forth the seed that here on dry bare ground Death's hand must sow untimely, to bring forth Nor blade nor shoot in season, being by name To the under gods made holy, who re- quire For this land's life her death and maiden blood To save a maiden city. Thus I heard. And thus with all said leave thee ; for save this No word is left us, and no hope alive. Chorus. He hath uttered too surely his wrath not obscurely, nor wrapt as in mists of his breath. The master that lightens not hearts he enlightens, but gives them fore- knowledge of death. As a bolt from the cloud hath he sent it aloud, and proclaimed it afar. From the darkness and height of the horror of night hath he shown us a star. Star may I name it, and err not, or • flame shall I say. Born of tlic womb that was born for the torn!) of the day? O Night, whom other but thee for moth- er, and Death for the father. Night, Shall we dream to discover, save thee and thy lover, to bring such a sorrow to sight ? From the slumberless bed for thy bedfellow spread, and his bride under earth. Hast thou brought forth a M'ild and insatiable child, an unbearable birth. Fierce are the fangs of his wrath and the pangs that they give ; None is there, none that may bear them, not one that would live. Chthouia. Forth of the fine-spun folds of veils that hide My virgin chamber toward the full-faced sun I set my foot, not moved of mine own will, Unmaidenlike, nor with unprompted speed Turn eyes too broad or dog-like un- abashed On reverend heads of men and thence on thine. Mother, now covered from the light and bowed As hers who mourns her brethren ; but what grief Bends thy blind head thus earthward. holds thus mute, I know not till thy will be to lift up Toward mine thy sorrow-muffled eyes, and speak ; And till thy will be, would I know this not. Praxithca. Old men and childless, or if sons ve have seen And daughter's, elder-born were these than mine. Look on this child, how young of years, how sweet. How scant of time and green of age her life Puts forth its flower of girlhood ; and her gait How virginal, how soft her speech, her eves How seemly smiling. Wise should all ve be. All honorable and kindly men of age : Now give me counsel and one word to say ERECHTHEUS. 51 That I may bear to speak, and hold my peace Henceforth for all time even as all ye now. Dumb are ye all, bowed eyes and tongueless mouths. Unprofitable : if this were wind that speaks, As much its breath might move you. Thou then, child, Set thy sweet eyes on mine ; look through them well ; Take note of all the writing of my face As of a tablet or a tomb inscribed That bears me record ; lifeless now, my life Thereon that was, think written ; brief to read, Yet shall the scripture sear thine eyes as fire, And leave them dark as dead men's. Nay, dear child, Thou hast no skill, my maiden, and no sense To take such knowledge ; sweet is all thy lore. And all this bitter : yet I charge thee, learn And love and lay this up within thine heart. Even this my word : less ill it were to die. Than live and look upon thy mother dead. Thy mother-land that bare thee; no man slain But him who hath seen it shall men count unblest. None blest as him who hath died and seen it not. Chthonia. That sight some god keep from me though I die ! Praxithea. A god from thee shall keep it : fear not this. Chthonia. Thanks all my life long shall he gain of mine. Praxithea. Short gain of all yet shall he get of thee. Chthonia. Brief be my life, yet so long live my thanks. Praxithea. So long.? so little; how long shall they live ? Chthonia. Even while I see the sun- light and thine eyes. Praxithea. Would mine might shut ere thine upon the sun ! Chthonia For me thou prayest un- kindly ; change that prayer. Praxithea. Not well for me thou say- est, and ill for thee. Chthonia. Nay, for me well, if thou shalt live, not I. Praxithea. How live, and lose these loving looks of thine .'* Chthofiia. It seems I too, thus pray- ing, then, love thee not. Praxithea. Lov'st thou not life ? what wouldst thou do to die .-* Chthonia. Well, but not more than all things, love I life. Praxithea. And fain wouldst keep it as thine age allows.? Chthonia. Fain would I live, and fain not fear to die. Praxithea. That I might bid thee die not ! Peace ; no more. Chortts. A godlike race of grief the gods have set For these to run matched equal, heart with heart. Praxithea. Child of the chief of gods, and maiden crowned. Queen of these towers and fostress of their king, Pallas, and thou my father's holiest head, A living well of life nor stanched nor stained, O God Cephisus, thee too charge I next, Be to me judge and witness; nor thine ear Shall now my tongue invoke not, thou to me Most hateful of things holy, mourn fullest Of all old sacred streams that wash the world, Ilissus, on whose marge at flowery play A whirlwind-footed bridegroom found my child. And rapt her northward where mine elder-born Keeps now the Thracian bride-bed of a god 52 ERECHTHEUS. Intolerable to seamen, but this land Finds him in hope for her sake favor- able, A gracious son by wedlock : hear me then Thou likewise, if with no faint heart or false The word I say be said, the gift be given. Which, might I choose, I had rather die than give Or speak and die not. Ere thy limbs were made. Or thine eyes lightened, strife, thou knowest, my child, 'Twixt god and god had risen, which heavenlier name Should here stand hallowed, whose more liberal grace Should win this city's worship, and our land To which of these do reverence ; first the lord Whose wheels make lightnings of the foam-flowered sea Here on this rock, whose height brow- bound with dawn Is head and heart of Athens, one sheer blow Struck, and beneath the triple wound that shook The stony sinews and stark roots of the earth Sprang toward the sun a sharp salt fount, and sank Where lying it lights the heart up of the hill, A well of bright strange brine; but she that reared Thy father with her same chaste foster- ing hand Set for a sign against it in our guard The holy bloom of the olive, whose hoar leaf High in the shadowy shrine of Pandro- sus Hath honor of us all ; and of this strife The twelve most high gods judging with one mouth Acclaimed her victress : wroth whereat, as wronged That she should hold from him such prize and place, The strong king of the tempest-rifted sea Loosed reinless on the low Thriasian plain The thunders of his chariots, swallow- ing stunned Earth, beasts, and men, the whole blind foundering world That was the sun's at morning, and ere noon Death's; nor this only prey fulfilled his mind ; For with strange crook-toothed prows of Carian folk Who snatch a sanguine life out of the sea, Thieves keen to pluck their bloody fruit of s]:)oil From the gray fruitless waters, has their god Furrowed our shores to waste them, as the fields Were landward harried from the north with swords Aonian, sickles of man-slaughtering edge Ground for no hopeful harvest of live grain Against us in Boeotia : these being spent, Now this third time his wind of wrath has blown Right on this people a mightier wave of war, Three times more huge a ruin; such its ridge Foam-rimmed and hollow like ;he womb of heaven, But black for shining, and with death for life Big now to birth and ripe with child. full-blown With fear and fruit of ha\oc, takes tin sun Out of our eyes, darkening the day, and blinds The fair sky's face unseasonably with change, A cloud in one and billow of battle, ;i surge High reared as heaven with monstrous surf of spears That shake on us their shadow, till men's heads ERECHTHEUS. 53 Bend, and their hearts even with its forward wind Wither, so blasts all seed in them of hope Its breath and blight of presage ; yea, even now The winter of this wind out of the deeps Makes cold our trust in comfort of the gods, And blinds our eye toward outlook ; yet not here. Here never shall the Thracian plant on high For ours his father's symbol, nor with wreaths A strange folk wreathe it, upright set and crowned Here where our natural people born behold The golden Gorgon of the shield's de- fence That screens their flow^ering olive, nor strange gods Be graced, and Pallas here have praise no more. And if this be not I must give my child, Thee, mine own very blood and spirit of mine. Thee to be slain. Turn from me, tuin thine eyes A little from me : I can bear not yet To see if still they smile on mine or no. If fear make faint the light in them, or faith Fix them as stars of safety. Need have we. Sore need of stars that set not in mid storm. Lights that outlast the lightnings; yet my heart Endures not to make proof of thine or these. Not yet to know thee whom I made, and bare What manner of woman: had I borne thee man, I had made no question of thine eyes or heart, Nor spared to read the scriptures in them writ, Wert thou my son ; yet couldst thou then but die, Fallen in sheer fight by chance anc charge of spears. And have no more of memory, fill no tomb More famous than thy fellows in fair field. Where many share the grave, many the praise ; But one crown shall one only girl my child Wear, dead for this dear city, and give back life To him that gave her and to me that bare. And save two sisters living; and all this. Is this not all good ? I shall give thee, child. Thee but by fleshly nature mine, to bleed For dear land's love ; but if the city fall What part is left me in my children then .^ But if it stand, and thou for it lie dead. Then hast thou in it a better part than we, A holier portion than we all ; for each Hath but the length of his own life to live, And this most glorious mother-land on earth To worship till that life have end: but thine Hath end no more than hers ; thou, dead, shalt live Till Athens live not; for the days and nights Given of thy bare brief dark dividual life. Shall she give thee half all her age long own And all its glory; for thou givest her these; But with one hand she takes, and gives again More than I gave, or she requires of thee. Come therefore, I will make thee fit for death ; I that could give thee, dear, no gift at birth Save of light life that breathes and bleeds, even I y4 ERECHTHEUS. Will help thee to this better gift than mine, And lead thee by this little living hand, That death shall make so strong, to that great end Whence it shall lighten like a god's, and strike Dead the strong heart of battle that would break Athens ; but ye, pray for this land, old men. That it may bring forth never child on earth To love it less, for none may more, than we. Chorus. Out of the north wind grief came forth, And the shining of a sword out of the sea. Yea, of old the first-blown blast blew the prelude of this last. The blast of his trumpet upon Rho- dope. Out of the north skies full of his cloud. With the clamor of his storms as of a crowd At the wheels of a great king crying aloud, At the a.\le of a strong king's car That has girded on the girdle of war, — With hands that lightened the skies in sunder. And feet whose fall was followed of thunder, A god, a great god strange of name. With horse-yoke fleeter-hoofed than flame. To the mountain bed of a maiden came, Oreithyia, the bride mismated, Wofuliy wed in a snow-strewn bed With a bridegroom that kisses the bride's mouth dead ; Without garland, without glory, without song. As a fawn by night on the hills belated, CJiven over for a spoil unto the strong, from lips how ])alc so keen a wail At the grasp of a god's hand on her she gave, When his l)reath that darkens air made a havoc of her hair, It rang from the mountain even to the wave, — Rang with a cry, IVWs me, woe is me ! From the darkness upon Haemus to th? sea; And with hands that clung to her new lord's knee, As a virgin overborne with shame. She besought him by her spouseless fame, , By the blameless breasts of a maid uiv I married And locks unmaidenly rent and harried, And all her flower of body, born To match the maidenhood of morn, W^ith the might of the wind's wratb wrenched and torn. Vain, all vain as a dead man's vision Falling by night in his old friend's sight. To be scattered with slumber and slain ere light ; Such a breath of such a bridegroom in that hour Of her prayers made mock, cf her fears derision. And a ravage of her youth as of a flower. With a leap of his limbs as a lion's, a cry from his li])s as of thunder, In a storm of amorous godhead filled with fire, From the height of the heaven that was rent with the roar of his coming in sunder. Sprang the strong god on the spoil of his desire. And the pines of the hills were as green reeds shattered. And their branches as buds of the soft spring scattered, And the west wind and east, and the sound of the south. Fell dumb at the blast of the north wind's mouth. At the cry of his conv'ng out of heaven. And the wild beasts quailed in the rifts and hollows Where hound nor clarion of hunts- man follows. And the depths of the sea were aghast, and whitened, And the crowns of their waves were as flame that lightened. ERECHTHEUS. 55 And the heart of the floods thereof was riven. But she knew not him coming for terror, she felt not her wrong that he wrought her, When her locks as leaves were shed before his breath, And she heard not for terror his prayer, though the cry was a god's that besought her, Blown from lips that strew the world- wide seas with death. For the heart was molten within her to hear. And her knees beneath her were loosened for fear. And her blood fast bound as a frost- bound water, And the soft new bloom of the green earth's daughter Wind-wasted as blossom of a tree ; As the wild god rapt her from earth's breast lifted. On the strength of the stream of his dark breath drifted, From the bosom of earth as a bride from the mother, With storm for bridesman and wreck for brother, As a cloud that he sheds upon the sea. Of this hoary-headed woe Song made memory long ago ; Now a younger grief to mourn Needs a new song younger born. Who shall teach our tongues to reach What strange height of saddest speech. For the new bride's sake that is given to be A stay to fetter the foot of the sea. Lest it quite spurn down and trample the town, Ere the violets be dead that were plucked for its crown, Or its olive-leaf whiten and with- er.? Who shall say of the wind's way That he journeyed yesterday, Or the track of the storm that shall sound to-morrow, If the new be more than the gray grown sorrow ? For the wind of the green first season was keen. And the blast shall be sharper than blew between That the breath of the sea blows hither. Herald of Eumolpus. Old men, gray borderers on the march of death, Tongue-fighters, tough of talk and sin ewy speech. Else nerveless, from no crew of such faint folk Whose tongues are stouter than their hands come I To bid not you to battle : let them strike Whose swords are sharper than your keen-tongued wail, And ye, sit fast and sorrow ; but what man Of all this land-folk and earth-labor- ing herd For heart or hand seems foremost, him I call, If heart be his to hearken, him bid forth To try if one be in the sun's sight born Of all that grope and grovel on dry ground That may join hands in battle-grip for death With them whose seed and strength is of the sea. Chorus. Know thou this much for all thy loud blast blown. We lack not hands to speak with, swords to plead, For proof of peril, not of boisterous breath. Sea-wind and storm of barren mouths that foam And rough rock's edge of menace ; and short space May lessen thy large ignorance, and inform This insolence with knowledge if there live Men earth-begotten of no tenderer thews Than knit the great joints of the grim sea's brood With hasps of steel together; hcftveq to help, 56 ER ECU THE us. One man shall break, even on their own flood's ve.ge, That iron bulk of battle; but thine eye That sees it nowbwell higher than sand or shore Haply shall see not when thine host shall shrink. Herald of Eiimolptis. Not hajjly, nay, but surely, shall not thine. Chorus. That lot shall no god give who fights for thee. Herald of Evmclpiis. Shall gods bear bit and bridle, fool, of men } Chorus. Nor them forbid we, nor shalt thou constrain \ Herald of Einncipiis. Yet say'st thou none shall make the good lot mine \ Chorus. Of thy sia^ none, nor moved for fear of t!.ce. Herald of Eumolpus. Gods hast thou then to baffle gods of ours .'* Chorus. Nor thine nor mine, but equal-souled are they. Herald of Eumolpus. Toward good and ill, then, equal-eyed of soul "i Chorus. Nay, but swift-eyed to note where ill thoughts breed. Herald of Eumolpus. Thy shaft word- feathered flies yet far of me. Chorus. Pride knows not, wounded, till the heart be cleft. Herald of Eumolpjis. Nc shaft wounds deep whose wing is plumed with words. Chorus. Lay that to heart, and bid thy tongue learn grace. Herald of Eumolpus. Grace shall thine own crave soon too late of mine. Chorus. Boast thou till then, but I wage words no more. Erechtheus. Man, what shrill wind of speech and wrangling air Blows in our ears a summons from thy lips Winged with what message, or what gift or grace Requiring ? none but what his hand may take Here may the foe think hence to reaji, nor this Except some doom from Godvvard yield it him. Herald of Eumolpus. King of this land-folk, by my mouth to thee Thus saith the son of him that shakes thine earth, Eumolpus; now the stakes of war are set. For land or sea to win h\ throw and wear ; Choose therefore or to quit thy side and give The palm unfought for to his bloodless hand, Or by that father's sceptre, and the foot Whose tramp far off makes tremble fur pure fear Thy soul-struck mother, piercmg like a sword The immortal womb that bare thee ; by the waves That no man bridles, and that bound thy world, And by the winds and storms of all the sea. He swears to raze from eyeshot of tho sun This city named not of his father's name. And wash to deathward down one flood of doom This whole fresh brood of earth yeaned naturally. Green yet and faint in its first blade, unblown With yellow hope of harvest : so do thou, Seeing whom thy lime is come to meet, for fear Yield, or gird up thy force to fight and die. Erechtheus. To fight then be it ; for if to die or live, No man but only a god knows this much vet. Seeing us fare forth, who bear but in our hands The weapons not the fortunes of our fight ; For these now rest as lots that yet undrawn Lie in the lap of the unknown hour; but this I know, not thou, whose hollow mouth of storm ERECHTHEUS. 57 Is but a warlike wind, a sharp salt breath That bites and wounds not; death nor life of mine Shall give to death or lordship of strange kings The soul of this live citv, nor their heel Bruise her dear brow discrowned, nor snaffle or goad Wound her free mouth or stain her sanguine side Vet masterless of man ; so bid thy lord Learn ere he weep to learn it, and too late Gnash teeth that could not fasten on her flesh, And foam his life out in dark froth of blood Vain as a wind's waif of the loud- mouthed sea, Torn from the wave's edge whitening. Tell him this ; Though thrice his might were mustered for our scathe And thicker set with fence of thorn- edged spears Than sands are whirled about the win- tering beach When storms have swoln the rivers, and their blasts Have breached the broad sea-banks with stress of sea. That waves of inland and the main make war As men that mix and grapple; though his ranks Were more to number than all wild- wood leaves The wind waves on the hills of all the world, Yet should the heart not faint, the head not fall. The breath not fail, of Athens. Say, the gods Yxo\\\ lips that have no more on earth to say Have told thee this the la«t good news or ill That I shall speak in sight of earth and sun Or he shall hear and see them : for the next That ear of his from tongue of mine may take Must be the first word spoken under- ground From dead to dead in darkness. Hence ; make haste. Lest war's fleet foot be swifter than thy tongue. And I that part not to return again On him that comes not to depart away Be fallen before thee ; for the time is full, And with such mortal hope as knows not fear I go this high last way to the end of all. Chorus. Who shall put a bridle in the mourner's lips to chasten them. Or seal up the fountains of his tears for shame .^ Song nor prayer nor prophecy shall slacken tears nor hasten them. Till grief be within him as a burnt- out flame ; Till the passion be broken in his breast. And the might thereof molten into rest, And the rain of eyes that weep be dry, And the breath be stilled of lips that sigh. Death at last for all men is a harbor ; yet they flee from it, Set sails to the storm-wind, and again to sea; Yet for all their labor no whit further shall they be from it, Nor longer, but wearier, shall their life's work be. And with anguish of travail until night Shall they steer into shipwreck out of sight. And with oars that break and shrouds that strain Shall they drive whence no ship steers again. Bitter and strange is the word of the god most high. And steep the strait of his way. s^ ERECHTHEUS. Through a pass rock-rimmed and nar- row the light that gleams On the faces of men falls famt as the dawn of dreams, The dayspring of death as a star in an under sky Where night is the dead men's day. As darkness and storm is his will that on earth is done, As a cloud is the face of his strength. King of kings, holiest of holies, and mightiest of might. Lord of the lords of thine heaven that are humble in thy sight. Hast thou set not an end for the path of the fires of the sun. To appoint him a rest at length ? Hast thou told not by measure the waves of the waste wide sea, And the ways of the wind their master and thrall to thee '>. Hast thou filled not the furrows with fruit for the world's increase .•' Has thine ear not heard from of old, or thine eye not read The thought and the deed of us living, the doom of us dead ? Hast thou made not war upon earth, and again made peace .-' Therefore, O father, that seest us whose lives are a breath, Take off us thy burden, and give us not wholly to death For lovely is life, and the law wherein all things live, And gracious the season of each, and the hour of its kind. And precious the seed of his life in a wise man's mind ; But all save life for his life will a base man give. But a life that is given for the life of the whole live land. From a heart unspotted a gift of a spotless hand. Of pure will perfect and free, for the land's life's sake. What man shall fear not to put forth his hand and take ? For the fruit of a sweet life plucked in its pure green prime On his hand who plucks is as blood, on hik soul as crime. With cursing ye buy not blessing, not peace with strife. And the hand is hateful that chaffers with death for life. Hast thou heard, O my heart, and endurest The word that is said. What a garland by sentence found surest Is wrought for what head ? With what blossomless flowerage of sea-foam and blood-colored foli- age inwound It shall crown as a heifer's for slaughter the forehead for marriage un- crowned "i How the veils and the wreaths that should cover The brows of the bride Shall be shed by the breath of what lover. And scattered aside ? With a blast of the mouth of what bridegroom the crowns shall be cast from her hair. And her head by what altar made humble be left of them naked and bare .'' At a shrine unbeloved of a god unbe- holden a gift shall be given for the land, That its ramparts though shaken with clamor and horror of manifold waters may stand ; That the crests of its citadels crowned and its turrets that thrust up their heads to the sun May behold him unblinded with dark- ness of waves overmastering their bulwarks begun. As a bride shall thev bring her, a prey for the bridegroom, a flower for the couch of her lord; They shall muffle her mouth that she cry not or curse them, and cover her eyes from the sword. They shall fasten her lips as with bit and with bridle, and darken the light of her face. That the soul of the slayer may not falter, his heart be not molten, his hand give not grace ERECHTHEUS. 59 It she weep then, yet may none that hear take pity; If she cry not, none should hearken though she cried. Sha'.l a virgin shield thine head for love, O city. With a virgin's blood anointed as for pride ? Yet we held thee dear and hallowed of her favor, Dear of all men held thy people to her heart ; Nought she loves the breath of blood, the sanguine savor, Who hath built with us her throne and chosen her part. Bloodless are her works, and sweet All the ways that feel her feet ; From the empire of her eyes Light takes life, and darkness flies ; From the harvest of her hands Wealth strikes root in prosperous lands ; Wisdom of her word is made ; At her strength is strength afraid ; From the beam of her bright spear War's fleet foot goes back for fear; In her shrine she reared the birth Fire-begotten on live earth ; Glory from her helm was shed On his olive-shadowed head; By no hand but his shall she Scourge the storms back of the sea, To no fame but his shall give Grace, being dead, with hers to live, And in double name divine Half the godhead of their shrine. But now with what word, with what woe may we meet The timeless passage of piteous feet. Hither that bend to the last way's end They shall walk upon earth ? What song be rolled for a bride black- stoled And the mother whose hand of her hand hath hold ? For anguish of heart is my soul's strength broken. And the tongue sealed fast that would fain have spoken, To behold thee, O child of so bitter a birth That we counted so sweet, What way thy steps to what bride- feast tend. What gift he must give that shall wed thee for token If the bridegroom be goodly to greet. Chthonia. People, old men of my city, lordly wise and hoar of head, I, a spouseless bride, and crownless but with garlands of the dead. From the fruitful light turn silent to my dark unchilded bed. Chorus. Wise of word was he too surely, but with deadlier wisdom wise. First who gave thee name from under earth, no breath from upper skies, When, foredoomed to this day's dark- ness, their first daylight filled thine eyes. Praxithea. Child, my child that wast, and art but death's and now no more of mine, Half my heart is cloven with anguish by the sword made sharp for thine, Half exalts its wing for triumph, that I bare thee thus divine. Chthonia. Though for me the sword's edge thirst that sets no point against thy breast. Mother, O my mother, where I drank of life and fell on rest. Thine, not mine, is all the grief that marks this hour accurst and blest. Chorus. Sweet thy sleep and sweet the bosom was that gave thee sleep and birth ; Harder now the breast, and girded with no marriage-band for girth. Where thine head shall sleep, the name- child of the lords of under earth. Praxithea. Dark the name and dark the gifts they gave thee, child, in childbirth were, Sprung from him that rent the womb of earth, a bitter seed to bear, Born with groanings of the ground that gave him way toward heaven's dear air. 6o ERECHTIIEUS. r Chthonid. Day to day makes answer, first to last, and life to death ; but I, Born for death's sake, die for life's sake, if indeed this be to die, This my doom that seals me deathless till the s])rings of time run dry. Chorus. Children shalt thou bear to memory, that to man shalt bring forth none ; Yea, the lordliest that lift eyes and hearts and songs to meet the sun. Names to fire men's ears like music till the round world's race be run. Praxithea. I thy mother, named of gods that wreak revenge and brand with blame, Now for thy love shall be loved as thou, • and famous with thy fame. While this city's name on earth shall be for earth her mightiest name. Chthonia. That I may give this poor girl's blood of mine Scarce yet sun-warmed with summer, this thin life Still green with flowerless growth of seedling days. To build again my city; that no drop Fallen of these innocent veins on the cold ground But shall help knit the joints of her firm walls To knead the stones together, and make sure The band about her maiden girdlestead Once fastened, and of all men's violent hands Inviolable forever, — these to me Were no such gifts as crave no thanks- giving, If with one blow dividing the sheer life I might make end, and one pang wind up all, And seal mine eyes from sorrow ; for such end The gods give none they love not; but my heart. That lcaj)s up lightened of all sloth or fear To take the gword's point, yet with one thought's load Flags, and falls back, broken of ning, that halts Maimed in mid flight for thy sake, and borne down. Mother, that in the places where I played An arm's-length from thy bos^m and no more Shalt find me never, nor thine eve wax glad To mix with mine its eyesight, and for love Laugh without word, filled with sweet light, and speak Divine dumb things of the inward spirit and heart. Moved silently; nor hand or lip again Touch hand or lip of either, but foi mine Shall thine meet only shadows of swift night, Dreams and dead thoughts of dead things; and the bed Thou strewedst, a sterile place for all time, strewn For my sleep only, with its void sad sheets Shall vex thee, and the unfruitful cover- lid For empty days reproach me dead, that leave No profit of my body, but am gone As not one worth being born to bear no seed, A sapless stock and branchless; yc: thy womb Shall want not honor of me, that brought forth For all this people freedom, and for earth From the unborn city born out of my blood To light the face of a'.l men ever- more Glorv; but lav thou this to thy great heart Whcreundcr in the dark of birth con- ceived Mine unlit life lay girdled with the zone That bound thy bridal bosom ; set this thought Against all edge of evil as a sword ERECHTHEUS. To beat back sorrow, that for all the '.vorld Thou brought'st me forth a savior, who shall save Athens ; for none but I, from none but thee. Shall take this death for garland ; and the men Mine unknown children of unsounded years, My sons unrisen shall rise up at thine hand, Sown of thy seed to bring forth seed to thee, And call thee most of all most fruitful found Blessed ; but me too for my barren womb, More than my sisters for their children born, Shall these give honor, yea in scorn's own place Shall n.en set love, and bring for mock- ery praise. And thanks for curses ; for the dry wild vine, Scoffed at and cursed of all men, that was I, Shall shed them wine to make the world's heart warm. That all eyes seeing may lighten, and all ears Hear and be kindled ; such a draught to drink Shall be the blood that bids this dust bring forth. The chaliced life here spilt on this mine earth, Mine, my great father's mother; whom I pray Take me now gently, tenderly take home. And softly lay in his my cold chaste hand Who is called of men by my name, being of gods Charged only and chosen to bring men under earth, And now must lead and stay me with his staff, A silent soul led of a silent god, Toward sightless things led sightless ; and on earth I see now but the shadow of mine end, And this last light of all for me in heaven. Praxithea. F'arewcll I bid thee; so bid thou not me. Lest the gods hear and mock us : yet on these I lay the weight not of this grief, nor cast 111 words for ill deeds back ; for if one say They have done men wrong, what hurt have they to hear. Or he what help to have said it ? surelv, child. If one among men born might say it and live Blameless, none more than I may, who being vexed Hold yet my peace; for now through tears enough Mine eyes have seen the sun that from this day Thine shall see never more ; and in the night Enough has blown of evil, and mine ears With wail enough the winds have filled, and brought Too much of cloud from over the sharp sea To mar for me the morning ; such a blast Rent from these wide void arms and helpless breast Long since one graft of me disbranched, and bore Beyond the wild ways of the unwan dered world, And loud wastes of the thunder throated sea, Springs of the night and openings of the heaven. The old garden of the Sun ; whence never more From west or east shall winds bring back that blow From folds of opening heaven or founts of night The flower of mine once ravished, born my child To bear strange children ; nor on wing^ of theirs 52 ERECrfTIfEUS. Shall comfort come back to me, nor their sire Breathe help upon my peril, nor his strength Raise up my weakness ; but of gods and men I drift unsteered on ruin, and the wave Darkens my head with imminent height, and hangs Dumb, filled too full with thunder that shall leave These ears d?ath-deafened when the tide fincls tongue. And all its wrath bears on them; thee, O child, T. help not, nor am holpen ; fain, ah fain, More than was ever mother born of man, Were I to help thee ; fain beyond all prayer. Beyond all thought fain to redeem thee, torn More timeless from me sorrowing than the dream That was thy sister ; so shalt thou be too, Thou but a vision, shadow-shaped of sleep, By grief made out of nothing ; now but once I touch, but once more hold thee, one more kiss This last time, and none other ever more. Leave on thy lips, and leave them. Go. Thou wast My heart, my heart's blood, life-blood of my life. My child, my nursling: now this breast once thine Shall rear again no children ; never now Shall any mortal blosson* born like thee Lie there, nor ever with small silent mouth Draw the sweet springs dry for an hour that feed The blind blithe life that knows not; never head Rest here to make these cold veins warn\, nor eye Laugh itself open with the lips that reach Lovingly toward a fount more loving; these De^th makes as all good lesser things now dead. And all the latter hopes that flowered from these, And fall as these fell fruitless ; no joy more Shall man take of thy maidenhood, no tongue Praise it ; no good shall eyes get more of thee That lightened for thy love's sake. Now, take note, Give ear, O all ye people, that my word May pierce your hearts through, and the stroke that cleaves Be fruitful to them; so shall all that hear Grow great at heart with child of thought most high. And bring forth seed in season ; this my child. This flower of this mv body, this sweet life. This fair live youth I give you, to be slain, Spent, shed, poured out, and perish ; take my gift, And give it death and the under gods who crave So much for that they give ; for this is more. Much more is this than all wc ; for they give Freedom, and for a blast, an air of breath, A little soul that is not, they give back Light for all eyes, cheer for all hearts, and life That fills the world's width full of fame and praise And mightier love than children's. This they give, The grace to make thy country great, and wrest From time and death power to take hold on her, And strength to scathe forever; and this gift, EKECHTIIEUS. 63 Is this no more than man's love is or mine, Mine and all mothers' ? nay, where that seems more, Where one loves life of child, wife, father, friend. Son, husband, mother, more than this, even there Are all these lives worth nothing, all loves else With this love slain and buried, and their tomb A thing for shame to spit on ; for what love Hath a slave left to love with ? or the heart ]3ase-born and bound in bondage fast to fear. What should it do to love thee ? what hath he, The man that hath no country ? Gods nor men Have such to friend, yoked beast-like to base life, Vile, fruitless, grovelling at the foot of death. Landless and kinless thralls of no man's blood, Unchilded and unmothered, abject limbs That breed things abject ; but who loves on earth Not friend, wife, husband, father, moth- er, child, Nor loves his own life for his own land's sake. But only this thing most, more this than all, He loves all well, and well of all is loved. And this love lives forever. See now, friends. My countrymen, my brothers, with what heart I give you this that of your hands again The gods require for Athens : as I give, So give ye to them what their hearts would have Who shall give back things better ; yea, and these I take for me to witness, all these gods. Were their great will more grievous than it is. Not one but three, for this one thin spun thread A threefold band of children would I give For this land's love's sake ; for whose love to-day I bid thee, child, fare deathward and farewell. Chorus. O wofullest of women, yet of all Happiest, thy word be hallowed ; in all time Thy name shall blossom, and from strange new tongues High things be spoken of thee ; for such grace The gods have dealt to no man, that on none Have laid so heavy sorrow. From this day Live thou assured of godhead in thy blood. And in thy fate no lowlier than a god In all good things and evil ; such a name Shall be thy child this city's, and thine own Next hers that called it Athens. Go now forth Blest, and grace with thee to the doors of death. Chthojiia. O city, O glory of Athens, O crown of my father's land, fare- well. Chor7is. For welfare is given her of thee. Chthottia. O goddess, be good to thy people, that in them dominion and freedom may dwell. Chorus. Turn from us the strengths of the sea. Chthonia. Let glory's and theirs be one name in the mouths of all na- tions made glad with the sun. Chorus. For the cloud is blown back with thy breath. Chthonia. With the long last love of mine eyes I salute thee, O land where my days now are done. Chorus. But her life shall be born of thy death. Chthonia. I put on me the darkness thv shadow, my mother, and symbol O Earth, of my name. 64 ERECHTHEUS. Chorus. For thine was her witness from birth. Chthonia. In thy likeness I come to thee darkling, a daughter whose dawn and her even are the same. Chorus. Be thine heart to her gra- cious, O Earth ! Chthonia. To thine own kind be kindly, for thy son's name's sake. Chorus. That sons unborn may praise thee and thy first-born son. Chthoiia. Ciive me thy sleep, who give thee all my life awake. Chorus. Too swift a sleep, ere half the web of day be spun. Chthonia. Death brings the shears or ever life wind up the weft. Chorus. Their edge is ground and sharpened : who shall stay his hand .> Chthonia. The woof is thin, a small short life, with no thread left. Chortis. Yet hath it strength, stretched out, to shelter all the land. Chthonia. Too frail a tent for covering, and a screen too strait. Chorus. Vet broad enough for buck- ler shall thy sweet life be. Chthonia. A little bolt to bar off bat- tle from the gate. Chorus. A wide sea-wall, that shat- ters the besieging sea. Chthonia. I lift up mine eyes from the skirts of the shadow. From the border of death to the limits of light; O streams and rivers of mountain and meadow That hallow the last of my sight, O father that wast of my mother, Cephisus, (} thou too his brother From the bloom of whose banks as a prey Winds harried my sister awav, O crown on the world's head lying Too high for its waters to drown. Take yet this one word of me ilying, O city, () crown ! Though land-wind and sea-wind with mouths that blow slaughter Should gird them to battle against thee again, New-born of the blood of a maiden thjf daughter. The rage of their breath shall be vain. For their strength shall be quenched and made idle. And the foam of their mouths find a bridle, And the height of their heads bow down At the foot of the towers of the town. Be blest and beloved as I love thee Of all that shall draw from thee breath ; Be thy life as the sun's is above thee : I go to my death. Chorus. Many loves of many a mood and many a kind Fill the life of man, and mould the secret mind ; Many days bring many dooms, to loose and bind; Sweet is each in season, good the gift it brings. Sweet as change of night and day with altering wings, Night that lulls world-weary day, day that comforts night. Night that fills our eyes with sleep, day that fills with light. None of all is lovelier, loftier love is none. Less is bride's for l^ridegroom, moth- er's less for son, Child, than this that crowns and binds up all in one; Love of thy sweet light, thy fostering breast and hand, Mother Earth, and city chosen, and natural land ; Hills that bring the strong streams forth, heights of heavenlier air. Fields ariowcr with winds and suns, woods with shadowing hair. But none of the nations of men shall they liken to thee. Whose children true-born ami the fruit of thy body are we. The rest are thv sons but in figure, in word are thy seed ; We only the Hower of ihy travail, thy children indeed. ERECHTIIEVS. 65 Of thy soil hast thou fashioned our limbs, of thy waters their blood, And the life of thy sjjrings everlasting is fount of our flood. No wind oversea blew us hither adrift on thy shore. None sowed us by land in thy womb that conceived us and bore. But the stroke of the shaft of the sun- light that brought us to birth Pierced only and quickened thy furrows to bear us, O Earth ! With the beams of his love wast thou cloven as with iron or fire, And the life in thee yearned for his life, and grew great with desire. And the hunger and thirst to be wounded and healed with his dart Made fruitful the love in thy veins and the depth of thine heart. And the showers out of heaven over- flowing and liquid with love Fulfilled thee with child of his god- head as rain from above. Such desire had ye twain of each other, till molten in one Ye might bear and beget of your bodies the fruits of the sun. And the trees in their season brought forth and were kindled anew By the warmth of the moisture of mar- riage, the child-bearing dew. And the firstlings were fair of the wed- lock of heaven and of earth ; All countries were bounteous with blos- som and bourgeon of birth, Green pastures of grass for all cattle, and life-giving corn ; But here of thy bosom, here only, the man-child was born. All races but one are as aliens ingrafted or sown. Strange children and changelings; but we, O our mother, thine own. Thy nurslings are others, and seedlings they know not of whom ; For these hast thou fostered, but us thou hast borne in thy womb. Who is he of us all, O beloved, that owe thee for birth, Who would give not his blood for his birth's sake, O mother, O Earth ,-' What landsman is he that was fos- tered and reared of thine hand Who may vaunt him as we may in death though he die for the land.'' Well doth she therefore who gives thee in guerdon The bloom of the life of thy giving ; And thy body was bowed by no fruitless burden. That bore such fruit of thee living. For her face was not darkened fo; fear, For her eyelids conceived not a tear, Nor a cry from her lips craved pity; But her mouth was a fountain of song. And her heart as a citadel strong That guards the heart of the city Messenger. High things of strong- souled men that loved their land On brass and stone are written, and their deeds On high days chanted ; but none graven or sung That ever set men's eyes or spirits on fire, Athenians, has the sun's height seen, or earth Heard in her depth reverberate as from heaven, More worth men's praise and good re- port of gods Than here I bring for record in youi ears. For now being come to the altar, where as priest Death ministering should meet her, and his hand Seal her sweet eyes asleep, the maiden stood, With light in all her face as of a bride Smiling, or shine of festal flame by night Far flung from towers of triumph ; and her lips Trembled with pride in pleasure, that no fear Blanched them nor death before his time drank dry The blood whose bloom fulfilled them; for her cheeks Lightened, and brighter than a bridal veil 66 ERECHTHEUS. Her hair enrobed her bosom, and en- rolled From face to feet the body's whole soft length As with a cloud sun-saturate ; then she spake With maiden tongue words manlike, but her eyes Lit mildly like a maiden's: Coimtry- jnen, With more good-will and height of hap- pier heart I give me to you than my mother bare. And go more gladly this great way to death Than you)ig tneti boicud to battle. Then with face Turned to the shadowiest part of all the shrine, And eyes fast set upon the further shade. Take me, dear gods ; and as some form had shone From the deep hollow shadow, some god's tongue Answered, / bless you that yoicr guardian grace Gives me to guard this country, takes my blood. Your child's by name, to heal it. Then the priest Set to the flower-sweet snow of her soft throat The sheer knife's edge that severed it, and loosed From the fair bondage of so spotless flesh So strong a spirit; and all that girt them round, Gazing, with souls that hung on that sad stroke. Groaned, and kept silence after while a man Might count how far the fresh blood crept, and bathed How deep the dark robe and the bright shrine's base Red-rounded with a running ring that grew More large and chiskicr as the wells that fed Were drained of that pure cftluence. liut the queen Groaned not nor spake nor wept, but as a dream Floats out of eyes awakening, so passed forth Ghost-like, a shadow of sorrow, from all sight. To the inner court and chamber where she sits Dumb, till word reach her of this whole day's end. Chorus. More hapless born by far Beneath some wintrier star, One sits in stone among high Lydian snows. The tomb of her own woes : Yet happiest was once of the daughters of gods, and divine by her sire and her lord. Ere her tongue was a shaft for the hearts of her sons, for the heart of her husband a sword. For she, too great of mind, Grown through her good things blind. With godless lips and fire of her own breath Spake all her house to death ; But thou, no mother unmothered, nor kindled in spirit with pride of thy seed, Thou hast hallowed thy child for a blameless blood-offering, ana ransomed thy race by thy deed. Messenger. As flower is graffed on flower, so grief on grief Engraffed brings forth new blossoms of strange tears, Fresh buds and green fruits of an alien pain ; For now flies rumor on a dark wide wing. Murmuring of woes more than ye knew, most like Hers whom ye hailed most wretched; for the twain Last left of all this house that wore last night A threefold crown of maidens, and to- day Should let but one fall dead out of the wreath. If inatl with grief we know not, and sore love ERECHTHEUS. ^7 ¥ov this their sister, or with shame soul-stung To outlive her dead, or doubt lest their lives too The gods require to seal their country safe, And bring the oracular doom to perfect end, Have slain themselves, and fallen at the altar-foot Lie by their own hands done to death ; and fear Shakes all the city as winds a wintering tree. And as dead leaves are men's hearts blown about And shrunken with ill thoughts, and flowerless hopes parched up with presage, lest the pit- eous blood Shedof thesemaidensguiltlessfall and fix On this land's forehead like a curse that cleaves To the unclean soul's inexpiate hunted head Whom his own crime tracks hotlier than a hound To life's veiled end unsleeping; and this hour Now blackens toward the battle that must close All gates of hope and fear on all their hearts Who tremble toward its issue, knowing not yet If blood may buy them surety, cleanse or soil The helpless hands men raise, and reach no stay. Chorus. Ill thoughts breed fear, and fear ill words ; but these The gods turn from us that have kept their law. Let us lift up the strength of our hearts in song. And our souls to the height of the darkling day. If the wind in our eyes blow blood for spray. Be the spirit that breathes in us life more strong, Though the prow reel round, and the helm point wrong. And sharp reefs whiten the shore- ward way. For the steersman Time sits hidden astern. With dark hand plying the rudder of doom, And the surf-smoke under it flies like fume As the blast shears off and the oar- blades churn The foam of our lives that to death return. Blown back as they break to the gulfing gloom. What cloud upon heaven is arisen, what shadow, what sound, From the world beyond earth, from the night underground, That scatters from wings unbeholden the weight of its darkness around ? For the sense of my spirit is broken, and blinded its eye. As the soul of a sick man ready to die. With fear of the hour that is on me, with dread if an end be not nigh. O Earth, O gods of the land, have ye heart now to see and to hear What slays with terror mine eye- sight, and seals mine ear } O fountains of streams everlasting, are all ye not shrunk up and withered for fear .^ Lo, night is arisen on the noon, and her hounds are in quest by day, And the world is fulfilled of the noise of them crying for thci. prey. And the sun's self stricken in heaven - and cast out of his course as a blind man astray. From east to west of the south sea- line, Glitters the lightning of spears that shine ; As a storm-cloud swoln that comes up from the skirts of the sea, By the wind for helmsman to shore- ward ferried. So black behind them the live storm serried Shakes earth with the tramp of its foot, and the terror to be. 58 ERECHTHEUS. Shall tne sea give death whom the land gave birth ? O Earth, fair mother, O sweet live Earth, Hide us again in thy womb from the waves of it, help us or hide. As a sword is the heart of the god thy brother, But thine as the heart of a new-made mother, To deliver thy sons from his ravin, and rage of his tide. O strong north wind, the pilot of cloud and rain, For the gift we gave thee what gift hast thou given us again .-' O god dark-winged, deep-throated, a ter- ror to forth-faring ships by night. What bride-song is this that is blown on the blast of thy breath "i A gift but of grief to thy kinsmen, a song but of death. For the bride's folk weeping, and woe for her father, who finds thee against him in fight. Turn back from us, turn thy battle, take heed of our cry ; Let thy dread breath sound, and the waters of war be dry ; Let thy strong wrath shatter the strength of our foemen, the sword of their strength and the shield ; As vapors in heaven, or as waves or the wrecks of ships, So break thou the ranks of their spears with the breath of thy lips. Till their corpses have covered and clothed as with raiment the face of the sword-]:)loughed field. O son of the rose-red morning, () god twin-born with the day, O wind with the yovmg sun waking, and winged for the same wide way. Give up not the house of thy kin to the host thou hast marshalled from northward for prey. From the cold of thy cradle in Thrace, from the mists of the fountains of night. From the bride-bed of dawn whence day leaps laughing, on fire for his flight. Come d(nvn with their doom in thine hand on the ships thou hast brought up against us to fight. For now not in word but in deed is the harvest of spears begun, And its clamor outbellows the thunder, its lightning outlightens the sun. From the springs of the morning it thunders and lightens across and afar To the wave where the moonset ends, and the fall of the last low star. With a trampling of drenched red hoofs and an earthquake of men that meet. Strong War sets hand to the scythe, and the furrows take fire from his feet. Earth groans from her great rent heart, and the hollows of rocks are afraid, And the mountains are moved, and the valleys as waves in a storm-wind swayed. From the roots of the hills to the plain's dim verge and the dark loud shore, Air shudders with shrill spears cross- ing, and hurtling of wheels that roar. As the grinding of teeth in the jaws of a lion that foam as they gnash. Is the shriek of the axles that loosen, the shock of the poles thai crash. The dense manes darken and glitter, the mouths of the mad steeds champ. Their heads flash blind through the battle, and death's foo' rings in their tramp. For a fourfold host upon earth and in heaven is arrayed for the fight, Clouds ruining in thunder and armies encountering as clouds in the night. Mine ears are amazed with the terror of trumpets, with darkness mine eyes. At the sound of the sea's host charging that deafens the roar of the sky's. ERECHTHEUS. 69 White frontlet is daslied upon frontlet, and horse against horse reels hurled, And the gorge of the gulfs of the bat- tle is wide for the spoil of the world. And the meadows are cumbered with shipwreck of chariots that found- er on land, And the horsemen are broken with breach as of breakers, and scat- tered as sand. Through the roar and recoil of the charges that mingle their cries and confound, J. ike fire are the notes of the trumpets that tiash through the darkness of sound. As the swing of the sea churned yellow that sways with the wind as it swells, \s the lift and relapse of the wave of the chargers that clash with their bells; And the clang of the sharp shrill brass through the burst of the wave as it shocks Rings clean as the clear winds cry through the roar of the surge on the rocks; And the heads of the steeds in their headgear of war, and their corseleted breasts, Gleam broad as the brows of the bil- lows that brighten the storm with their crests. Gleam dread as their bosoms that heave to the shipwrecking wind as they rise, Filled full of the terror and thunder of water, that slays as it dies. So dire is the glare of their fore- heads, so fearful the fire of their breath, And the light of their eyeballs en- kindled so bright with the light- nings of death ; And the foam of their mouths as the sea's when the jaws of its gulf are as graves. And the ridge of their necks as the wind-shaken mane on the ridges of waves ; And their fetlocks afire as they rear drip thick with a dewfall of blood As the lips of the rearing breaker with froth of the man-slaying flood; And the whole plain reels and resounds as the fields of the sea by night When the stroke of the wind falls dark- ling, and death is the seafarer's light. But thou, fair beauty of heaven, dear face of the day nigh dead. What horror hath hidden thyglory,what hand hath muffled thine head .'' O sun, with what song shall we call thee, or ward off thy wrath by what name, With what prayer shall we seek to thee, soothe with what incense, as- suage with what gift. If thy light be such only as lightens to deathward the seaman adrift With the fire of his house for a beacon, that foemen have wasted with flame .'' Arise now, lift up thy light; give ear to us, put forth thine hand. Reach toward us thy torch of deliver- ance, a lamp for the night of the land. Thine eye is the light of the living, no lamp for the dead ; Oh, lift up the light of thine eye on the dark of our dread ! Who hath blinded thee ? who hath prevailed on thee .>* who hath en- snared ? Who hath broken thy bow, and the shafts for thy battle prepared ? Have they found out a fetter to bind thee, a chain for thine arm that was bared ? Be the name of thy conqueror set forth, and the might of thy master de clared. O god, fair god of the morning, O glory of day, What ails thee to cast from thy fore- head its garland away ? To jiluck from thy temples their chap let enwreathed of the light. And bind on the brows of thy god head a frontlet of night ? 70 ERECHTHEUS. Thou hast loosened the necks of thine horses, and goaded their flanks with affright, To the race of a course that we know not, on ways that are hid from our sight. As a wind through the darkness the wheels of their chariot are whirled. And the light of its passage is night on the face of the world. And there falls from the wings of thy glory no help from on high. But a shadow that smites us with fear and desire of thine eye. For our hearts are as reeds that a wind on the water bows down and goes by, To behold not thy comfort in heaven that hath left us untimely to die. But what light is it now leaps forth on the land Enkindling the waters and ways of the air From thy forehead made bare. From the gleam of thy bow-bearing hand t Hast thou set not thy right hand again to the string. With the back-bowed horns bent sharj) for a spring And the barbed shaft drawn. Till the shrill steel sing, and the tense nerve ring. That pierces the heart of the dark with dawn, O huntsman, O king, When the flame of thy face hath twi- light in chase Asa hound hath a blood-mottledfawn? Me has glanced into golden the gray sea-strands. And the clouds are shot through with the fires of his hands, And the height of the hollow of heaven that he fills As the heart of a strong man is quick- ened and thrills; High over the folds of the hnv-lying lands. On the shadowless hills As a guard on his walch-tuwer he stands. All earth and all ocean, all depth and all height. At the flash of an eyebeam are fille(J with his might : The sea roars backward, the storn] drops dumb. And silence as f'.ew on the fire of the fight Falls kind in our ears as his face in our sight With presage of peace to come. Fresh hope in my heart from the ashes of dread Leaps clear as a flame from the pyre^ of the dead. That joy out of woe May arise as the spring out of tempest and snow, With the flower-feasted month in hef hands rose-red Borne soft as a babe from the bear- ing-bed. Yet it knows not indeed if a god be friend, If rescue may be from the rage of the sea. Or the wrath of its lord have end. For the season is full now of death or of birth. To bring forth life, or an end of all ; And we know not if any thing stand or fall That is girdled about with the round sea's girth As a town with its wall ; But thou that art highest of the gods most high, That art lord if we live, that art lord though we die, Have heed of the tongues of our ter- ror that cry For a grace to the children of Earth. Athenian Ilcrahi. Sons of Athens, heavy-laden with the holy weight of years, Be your hearts as young men's lightened of their loathlicr load of fears; For the wave is sunk whose thunder shoreward shook the shuddering lands. And unbrcached of warring wateri Athens like a sea-rock stands. ERECHTHEUS. 71 Chorus. Well thy word has cheered us, well thy face and glittering eyes, that spake Ere thy tongue spake words of comfort ; yet no pause behoves it make Till the whole good hap find utterance that the gods have given at length. Athenian Herald. All is this, that yet the city stands unforced by stranger strength. Chorus. Sweeter sound might no mouth utter in man's ear than this thy word. Athenian Herald. Feed thy soul then full of sweetness till' some bit- terer note be heard. Chorus. None, if this ring sure, can mar the music fallen from heaven as rain. Athenian Herald. If no fire of sun or star untimely sear the tender grain. Chorus. Fresh the dewfall of thy tid- ings on our hopes reflowering lies. Athenian Herald. Till a joyless show- er and fruitless blight them, rain- ing from thine eyes. Chorus. Bitter springs have barren issues ; these bedew grief's arid sands. Athenian Herald. Such thank-offer- ings ask such altars as expect thy suppliant hands. Chorus. Tears for triumph, wail for welfare, what strange godhead's shrine requires ? Athenian Herald. Death's or victory's be it, a funeral torch feeds all its festal fires. Chorus. Like a star should burn the beacon flaming from our city's head. Athenian Herald. Like a balefire should the flame go up that says the king is dead. Chorus. Out of heaven, a wild-haired meteor, shoots this new sign, scattering fear. Athenian Herald. Yea, the word has wings of fire that hovered, loath to burn thine ear. Chorus. From thy lips it leapt forth loosened on a shrill and shadowy wing. Athenian Herald. Long they faltered, fain to hide it deep as death that hides the king. Chorus. Dead with him blind hope lies blasted by the lightning of one sword. Athenian Herald. On thy tongue truth wars with error : no man's edge hath touched thy lord. Chorus. False was thine then, jan- gling menace like a war-steed's brow-bound bell ? Athenian Herald. False it rang not joy nor sorrow ; but by no man's hand he fell. Chorus. Vainly then good news and evil through so faint a trumpet spake. Athenian Herald. All too long thy soul yet labors, as who sleeping fain would wake. Waking, fain would fall on sleep again ; the woe thou knowest not yet. When thou knowest, shall make thy memory thirst and hunger to forget. Chorus. Long my heart has heark- ened, hanging on thy clamorous ominous cry. Fain yet fearful of the knowledge whence it looks to live or die ; Now to take the perfect presage of thy dark and sidelong flight Comes a surer soothsayer sorrowing, sable-stoled as birds of night. Praxithea. Man, what thy mother bare thee born to say. Speak; for no word yet wavering on thy lip Can wound me worse than thought forestalls or fear. Athenian Herald. I have no will to weave too fine or far, O queen, the weft of sweet with bitter speech, Bright words with darkling; but the brief truth shown Shall plead my pardon for a lingering tongue. 72 ERECHTIIEUS. Loath yet to strike hope through the heart, and slay. The sun's light still was lordly housed in heaven When the twain fronts of war encoun- tering smote P'irst fire out of the battle ; but not long Had the fresh wave of windy fight begun Heaving, and all the surge of swords to sway, When timeless night laid hold of heaven, and took With its great gorge the noon as in a gulf, Strangled ; and thicker than the shrill- winged shafts Flew the fleet lightnings, held in chase through heaven By headlong heat of thunders on their trail Loosed as on quest of quarry; that our host, Smit with sick presage of some wrath- ful god. Quailed, but the foe as from one iron throat With one great sheer sole thousand- throated cry Shook earth, heart-staggered from their shout, and clove The eyeless hollow of heaven; and breached therewith As with an onset of strength-shattering sound. The rent vault of the roaring noon of night From her throned seat of usurpation rang Reverberate answer ; such response there pealed As though the tide's charge of a storm- ing sea Had burst the sky's wall, and made broad a breach In the ambient girth and bastion flanked with stars (Guarding the fortress of the gods, and all Crashed now together on ruin; and through that cry. And higher above it, ceasing, one nian's note Tore its way like a trumpet: Charge^ make end, Charge, halt not, strike, rend up their strength by the roots. Strike, break thevi, make your birth- right^ s protnise sure, Shozuyour hearts hardier than the fenced land breeds. And souls breathed in you from no spirit of earth. Sons of the sea's 7va7>es ! And all ears that heard Rang with that fiery cry, that the fine air Thereat was fired, and kindling filled the plain Full of that fierce and trumpet-quench- ing breath That spake the clarions silent ; no glad song For folk to hear that wist how dire a god Begat this peril to them, what strong race Fathered the sea-born tongue that sang them death. Threatening: so raged through the red foam of fight Poseidon's son Eumolpus ; and the war Quailed round him coming, and our side bore back. As a stream thwarted by the wind and sea That meet it midway mouth to mouth, and beat The f^ood back of its issue; but the king Shouted against them, crying, O Father- Source of the god my father, from thine hand Send me what end seems good no7v in thy sight. But death from mine to this man: anrl the word (^uick on his lips vet like a blast oi fire Blew them together ; and round its lords that met Paused all the reeling battle: two main waves Meeting, one hurled sheer from the sea wall back ERECHTIIEUS. 7Z That shocks it sideways, one right in from sea Charging, that full in face takes at one blow That whole recoil and ruin, with less fear Startle men's eyes late shipwrecked ; for a breath Crest fronting crest hung, wave to wave rose poised, Then clashed, breaker to breaker ; cloud with cloud In heaven, chariot with chariot closed on earth. One fourfold flash and thunder; yet a breath. And with the king's spear through his red heart's root Driven, like a rock split from its hill- side, fell Hurled under his own horschoofs dead on earth The sea-beast that made war on earth from sea. Dumb, with no shrill note left of storm- ing song, Eumolpus; and his whole host with one stroke Spear-stricken through its dense deep iron heart Fell hurtling from us, and in fierce re- coil Drew seaward as with one wide wail of waves, Resorbed with reluctation; such a groan Rose from the fluctuant refluence of its ranks, Sucked sullen back and strengthless ; but scarce yet The steeds had sprung, and wheels had bruised their lord Fallen, when from highest height of the sundering heaven The Father for his brother's son's sake slain Sent a sheer shaft of lightning writhen, and smote Right on his son's son's forehead, that unhelmed Shone like the star that shines down storm, and gave Light to men's eyes that saw thy lord their king Stand, and take breath from battle; then too soon Saw sink down as a sunset in sea-mist The high bright head that here in van of the earth Rose like a headland, and through storm and night Took all the sea's wrath on it ; and now dead They bring thee back by war-forsaken ways The strength called once thy husband, the great guard That was of all men, stay of all men's lives. They bear him slain of no man, but a god. Godlike ; and tow^ard him dead the city's gates Fling their arms open mother-like, through him Saved ; and the whole clear land is purged of war. What wilt thou say now of this weal and woe ? Praxitliea. I praise the go'ds foi Athens. O sweet Earth, Mother, what joy thy soul has of thi son, Thy life of my dead lord, mine own soul knows That knows thee godlike; and what grief should mine, What sorrow should my heart have, who behold Thee made so heaven-like happy' This alone I only of all these blessed, all thy kind, Crave this for blessing to me, that in theirs Have but a part thus bitter ; give me toq Death, and the sight of eyes that meet not mine. And thee too from no godless heart or tongue Reproachful, thee too by thy living name, Father divine, merciful god, I call, Spring of my life-springs, fountain of my stream. Pure and poured forth to one great end with thine. 74 EKECHTIIEUS. Sweet head sublime of triumph and these tears, Cephisus, if thou seest as gladly shed Thy blood in mine as thine own waves are given To do this great land good, to give for love The same lips drink, and comfort the same hearts, Do thou then, O my father, white- souled god, To thy most pure earth-hallowing heart eterne Take what thou gavest to be given for these, Take thv child to thee ; for her time is full, For all she hath borne she hath given, seen all she had Flow from her, from her eyes and breasts and hands Flow forth to feed this people ; but be thou. Dear god and gracious to all souls alive, Good to thine own seed also ; let me sleep, Father; my sleepless darkling day is done, My day of life like night, but slumber- less : For all my fresh fair springs, and his that ran In one stream's bed with mine, are all run out Into the deep of death. The gods have saved Athens; my blood has bought her at their hand. And ye sit safe; be glorious and be glad As now for all time always, country- men, And love my dead forever; but me, mc, What shall man give for these so good as death ? Chorus. From the cuji of my heart I pour through my lips along The niingk-d wine of a joyful and sor- rowful song ; Wine sweeter than honey and bitterer than bhxjcl that is poured From the chalice of gold, from the point of the two-edged sword. For the city /edeemed should joy flow forth as a flood. And a dirge make moan for the city polluted with blood. Great praise should the gods have surely, my country, of thee, Were thy brow but as white as of old for thy sons to see. Were thy hands as bloodless, as blame- less thy cheek divine; But a stain on it stands of the life-blood offered for thine. What thanks shall we give that are mixed not and marred with dread For the price that has ransomed thine own with thine own child's head.' For a taint there cleaves to the peo- ple redeemed with blood. And a plague to the blood-red hand. The rain shall not cleanse it, the dew nor the sacred flood That blesses the glad live land. In the darkness of earth beneath, in the world without sun. The shadows of past things reign ; And a cry goes up from the ghost of an ill deed done. And a curse for a virgin slain. Athena. Hear, men that mourn, and woman without mate. Hearken ; ye sick of soul with fear, and thou Dumb-stricken for thy children ; hear ye too. Earth, and the glory of heaven, and winds of the air. And the most hoiy heart of the deep sea. Late wroth, now full of quiet; hear thou, sun. Rolled round with the upper fire of rolling heaven, And all the stars returning; hills and streams, Springs and fresh fountains, day that seest these deeds. Night that shalt hide not; and thou child of mine, ('hild of a maiden, by a maid redeemed, ERECHTHEUS. 75 Blood-guiltless, though bought back with innocent blood, City mine own: I Pallas bring thee word, 1 virgin daughter of the most high god Give all you charge, and lay command on all. The word I bring be wasted not; for this The gods have stablished, and his soul hath sworn. That time nor earth nor changing sons of man, Nor waves of generations, nor the winds Of ages risen and fallen that steer their tides Through light and dark of birth and lovelier death From storm toward haven inviolable, shall see So great a light alive beneath the sun As the aweless eye of Athens ; all fame else Shall be to her fame as a shadow in sleep To this wide noon at waking ; men most praised In lands most happy for their children found Shall hold as highest honors given of God To be but likened to the least of thine, Thy least of all, my city ; thine shall be The crown of all songs sung, of all deeds done Thine the full flower for all time ; in thine hand Shall time be like a sceptre, and thine head Wear worship for a garland ; nor one leaf Shall change or winter cast out of thy crown Till all flowers wither in the world ; thine eyes Shall first in man's flash lightning lib- erty, Thy eongue shall first say freedom ; thy first hand Shall loose the thunder terror as a hound To hunt from sunset to the springs of the sun Kings that rose up out of the populous east To make their quarry of thee, and shall strew With multitudinous limbs of myriad herds The foodless pastures of the sea, and make With wrecks immeasurable and un- summed defeat One ruin of all their many-folded flocks 111 shepherded from Asia ; by thy side Shall fight thy son the north wind, and the sea That was thine enemy shall be sworn thy friend And hand be struck in hand of his and thine To hold faith fast for aye ; with thee, though each Make war on other, wind and sea shall keep Peace, and take truce as brethren for thy sake Leagued with one spirit and single- hearted strength To break thy foes in pieces, who shall meet The wind's whole soul and might of me main sea Full in their face of battle, and become A laughter to thee ; like a shower of leaves Shall their long galleys, rank by stagger- ing rank, Be dashed adrift on ruin, and in thy sight The sea deride them, and that lord of the air Who took by violent hand thy child to wife With his loud lips bemock them, by his breath Swept out of sight of being ; so great a grace Shall this day give thee, that makes one in heart With mine the deep sea's godhead, and his son With hmi that was thine helmsman, king with king, 7^ ERECHTIIEUS. Dead man with dead; such only names as these Shalt thou call royal, take none else or less To hold of men in honor; but with me Shall these be worshipped as one god, and mix With mine the might of their mysterious names In one same shrine served singly, thence to keep Perpetual guard on Athens ; time and change, Masters and lords of all men, shall be made To thee that knowest no master and no lord Servants; the days that lighten heaven, and nights That darken, shall be ministers of thine To attend upon thy glory, the great years As light-engraven letters of thy name Writ by the sun's hand on the front of the earth For world-beholden witness ; such a gift For one fair chaplet of three lives en- wreathed To hang forever from thy storied shrine. And this thy steersman fallen with tiller in hand To stand forever at thy ship's helm seen. Shall he that bade their threefold tlower be shcMU And laid him low that planted, give thee back In sign of sweet land reconciled with sea And heavenlike earth with heaven: such j)ro'nise-])lc(lgc I daughter without mother born of (}od To the most woful motiier born of man Plight for continual comfort. Hail, and live Beyond all human hap of mortal doom Happy; for so my sire hath sworn and I. Praxithea. O queen Athena ! from p heart made whole Take as thou givest us blessing ; never tear Shall stain for shame, nor groan untune the song That as a bird shall spread and fold its wings Here in thy praise forever, and fulfil The whole world's crowning city crowned with thee As the sun's eye fulfils and crowns with sight The circling crown of heaven. There is no grief Great as the joy to be made one in will With him that is the heart and rule of life. And thee, god born of god ; thy name is ours. And thy large grace more great than our desire. Chorus. From the depth of the springs of my spirit a fountain is poured of thanksgiving. My countrv, mv mother, for thee, That thy dead for their death shall have life in thy sight and a name ever- living At heart of thy j^eople to be. In the darkness of change ont he waters of time thev shall turn from afar To the beam of this dawn for a beacon, the light of these pyres for a star. They shall see thee who iove and take cc^mfort, who hate thee shall see and take warning. Our mother that niakcst us free; And the sons of thine earth shall have help of the waves that made war on their morning;, And friendship and fame of the sea. CHASTELARD: A TRAGEDY. DEDICATE THIS PLAY, AS A PARTIAL EXPRESSION OF REVERENCE AND GRATITUDE, TO THE CHIEF OH- LIVING POETS; TO THE FIRST DRAMATIST OF HIS AGE; TO THE GREATEST EXILE, AND THEREFORE TO THE GREATEST MAN OF FRANCE; TO VICTOR HUGO. ARV Stuart. AKV Beaton. ^AKV Sevton. .Iaky Cakmichael. PERSONS. Mary Hamilton. Randolph. Pierre de Boscosel de Chastelard. Morton. Darnley. Lindsay. Murray. Father Black. Guards, Bitrzesses, a Preacher, Citizens, etc. Another Yle is there toward the Northe, in the See Occe.in, where that ben fulle cruele and fiil vele Wonimen of Nature: and thei han precious Stones in hire Eyen; and thei ben of that kynde, hat z\{ they beholden ony man, thei slen him anon with the behrldynge, as dothe the Basilisk. Maundevile's Voiage and Travaile, Ch. xxviii. ACT I. MARY BEATON. jCENE I. — The Upper Chambey in Holyrood. The foil r Maries. Mary Beal \)i [sings]:—' I. Le nazire Est d, Veaii ; Entends rire Ce gros flot Que fait liiire Et bruire Le vieux sire Aqnilo. 2. Dans Vespace Dii graiid ai? Le vent passe Coninie tui fer Siffle et sonniy Tom be et tonne ^ Trend et donne A la mer. Vois, la brise 7\)urne an nord, Et la bise Soujffie et niord Snr ta pure Chcvelure Qui fnurrmire Et se tord. Mary Hamilton. Yt)u never sing noK but it makes you sad; Why do you sing.? Mary Beaton. I hardly know well why ; It makes me sad to sing, and very sad To hold my peace. 7» 1^ CHASTELARD. Mary Carmichcul. I know what sad- dens you. Mary Beaton. Prithee, what ? what ? Mary Carmichael. Why, since we came from France. You have no lover to make stuff for songs. Mary Beaton. You are wise ; for there my pain begins indeed, Because I have no lovers out of Prance. Mary Seyton. I mind me of one Oli- vier de Pesme, (You knew him, sweet) a pale man with short hair, Wore tied at sleeve the Beaton color. Mary Carmichael. Blue — I know, blue scarfs. I never liked that knight. Mary Hamilton. Me ? I know him ? I hardly knew his name. Black, was his hair? no, brown. Mary Seytoti. Light pleases you : I have seen the time brown served you well enough. Mary Carmichael. Lord Darnley's is a mere maid's yellow. Mary Hamilton. No ; A man's, good color. Mary Seyton. Ah, does that burn your blood,'' Why, what a bitter color is this red That fills your face ! if you be not in love, I am no maiden. Mary Hamilton. Nay, God help true hearts I I must be stabbed with love then, to the bone. Yea, to the spirit, past cure. Mary Seyton. What were you saying ? I see some jest run up and down your lips. Mary Carmiihael. Finish your song; I know you have more of it ; Good sweet, I jjray you do. Mary Beaton. I am too sad. Mary Carmichael. This will not sad- den you to sing ; your song Tastes sharp of sea and the sea's bitter- ness, liut small pain sticks on it. Mary Beaton. Nav, it is sad ; 1-or either sorrow with tlic beaten lips Sings not at all, or if it does get breath Sings quick and sharp like a hard sort of mirth : And so this song does ; or I would it did, That it might please me better than it does. Mary Seyton. Well, as you choose then. What a sort of men Crowd all about the squares! Mary Carmichael. Ay, hateful men; For look how many talking mouths be there. So many angers show their teeth at us. Which one is that, stooped somewhat in the neck. That walks so with his chin against the wind, Lips sideways shut.^ a keen-faced man — lo there. He that walks midmost. Mary Seyton. That is Master Knox, He carries all these folk within his skin. Bound up as 'twere between the brows of him Like a bad thought ; their hearts beat inside his; They gather at his lips like flies in the sun, Thrust sides to catch his face. Mary Carmichael. Look forth ; so — push The window — further — see you any thing ? Mary Hamilton. They are well gone; but pull the lattice in. The wind is like a blade aslant. Would God I could get back one day I think upon ; The day we four and some six after us Sat in that Louvre garden and plucked fruits To cast love-lots with in the gathered grapes ; This way : vou shut your eyes, and reach and pluck, And catch a lover for each grape you get. I got but one, a green one, and it broke Between my fingers, and it ran dowq through them. Mary Seyton. Ay, and the queen fell in a little wrath 15ccausc she got so many, and tore of? CHASTELARD. 79 Some of them she had plucked unwit- tingly— She said, against her will. What fell to you ? Mary Beaton, Me ? nothing but the stalk of a stripped bunch With clammy grape-juice leavings at the tip. Mary Carmichael. Ay, true, the queen came first, and she won all ; It was her bunch we took to cheat you with. What, will you weep for that now } for you seem As one that means to weep. God par- don me ! I think your throat is choking up with tears. You are not well, sweet, for a lying jest To shake you thus much. Mary Beaton. I am well enough : Give not your pity trouble for my sake. Mary Seyton. If you be well, sing out your song and laugh. Though it were but to fret the fellows there. — Now shall we catch her secret washed and wet [n the middle of her song ; for she must weep [f she sing through. Mary Hamilton. I love; [ watched her eyes masquing time Feed on his face by morsels ; she must weep. Mary Beaton {sings) : — Le navire Passe et luit^ Puis chavire A grand bruit ; Et sur ronde La plus blo7tde Tite au mo7ide Flotte et/uit. told you it was all through the Moi,je rame^ Et Vamour Cest ma flammey Mon grand jour y Ma chandelle Blanche et belUy Ma chapelle De sijour. Toi, mon dme Et ma/oi. Sots ma dame Et ma loi ; Sois ma mie, Sois Marie, Sois ma vie, Toute h 7noi ! Mary Seyton. I know the song ; < song of Chastelard's He made in coming over with the queen How hard it rained ! he played thai over twice, Sitting before her, singing each wore soft, As if he loved the least she listened to Mary Hamilton. No marvel if he loved it for her sake ; She is the choice of women in the world; Is she not, sweet .-* Mary Beatojt. I have seen no fairei one. Mary Seyton. And the most loving : did you note last night How long she held him with her hands and eyes, Looking a little sadly, and at last Kissed him below the chin, and parted so As the dance ended ? Mary Hamilton. This was courtesy ; So might I kiss my singing-bird's red bill After some song, till he bit short my lip. Mary Seyton. But if a lady hold her bird anights To sing to her between her fingers — ha } I have seen such birds. Mary Carmichael. Oh, you talk empti- ly; She is full of grace; and marriage in good time Will wash the fool called scandal off men's lips. Mary Hamilton. I know not that j I know how folk would gibe 8o CIIASTELARD. If one of us pushed courtesy so far. She has always loved love's fashions well ; you wot, The marshal, head friend of this Chaste- lard's, She used to talk with ere he brought her here, And sow their talk with little kisses thick As roses in rose-harvest. For myself, I cannot see which side of her that lurks Which snares in such wise all the sense of men ; What special beauty, subtle as man's eye And tender as the inside of the eyelid is, There grows about her. Mary Cannichad. I think her cun- ning speech — The soft and rapid shudder of her breath In talking — the rare, tender little laugh — The pitiful sweet sound like a bird's sigh W'nen her voice breaks; her talking does it all. Mary Seyton. I say, her eyes with those clear perfect brows : It is the playing of those eyelashes, The lure of amorous looks as sad as love. Plucks all souls toward her like a net. Mary Hayniltoii. What, what I V'ou ])raise her in too lover-iike a wise For women that praise women ; such report Is like robes worn the rough side next the skin. Frets where it warms. Mary Seyton. You think too much in French. Enter Darn LEY. Here comes your thorn ; what glove against it now } Mary Hamilton. ( )h, God's good pity I this a thorn of minc.=* It has not run deep in yet. .Mary Carniicliai-l. I am not sure: The red runs over lo your face's edge. Darn ley. Give me one word ; nay, lady, for love's sake ; Here, come this way; I will not keep you ; no. — O my sweet soul, why do you wrong me thus ? Mary Hamilton. Why will you give mc for men's eyes to burn .-' Darnley. What, sweet, I love you as mine own soui loves me; They shall divide when we do. Mary Hamilton. I cannot say. Darnley. Why, look you, I am broken with the queen ; This is the rancor and the bitter heart That grows in you , by God it is naught else. Why, this last night she held me for a fool — Av, God wot, for a thing of stripe and bell. I bade her make me marshal in her masque — I had the dress here painted, gold and gray (That is, not gray, but a blue green like this) — She tells me she had chosen her mar- shal, she. The best o' the world for cunning and sweet wit ; And what sweet fool but her swcct knight, God help ! To serve her with that three-inch wit of his } She is all fool and fiddling now : for me, I am well pleased; God knows, if I might choose I would not be more troubled with her love. Her love is like a brier that rasps tlic flesh, And yours is soft like flowers. Con.c this way, love ; So, further in this window: hark \ow here. Enter ChastkiaRD. Mary Beaton. CJood morrt)W, sir. Chastelard. Good morrow, noble hulv. Mary Cannichael. You have heaid no news .'' what new s } Chastelarii. Nay, I have nont. That maiden-tongued male-faced Eliza beth CHASTRLARD. 81 Hath eyes unlike our queen's, hair not so soft, And hands more sudden save for court- esy ; And lips no kiss of love's could brmg to flower In such red wise as our queen's; save this news, I know none English. Mary Seyton. Come, no news of her; For God's love talk still rather of our queen. Mary Beaton. God give us grace then to speak well of her. You did right joyfully in our masque last night ; I saw you when the queen lost breath (her head Bent back, her chin and lips catching the air — A goodly thing to see her) how you smiled Across her head, between your lips — no doubt You had great joy, sir. Did not you take note Once how one lock fell ? that was good to see. Chastelard. Yea, good enough to live for. Mary Beaton. Nay, but sweet Enough to die. When she broke off the dance, Turning round short and soft — I never saw Such supple ways of walking as she has. Chastelard. Why do you praise her gracious looks to me ? Mary Beaton. Sir, for mere sport ; but tell me even for love How much you love her. Chastelard. I know not : it may be If I had set mine eyes to find that out, I should not know it. She hath fair eyes : may be I love her for sweet eyes or brows or hair. For the smooth temples, where God touching her Made blue with sweeter veins the flower- sweet white ; Or for the tender turning of her wrist. Or marriage of the eyelid with the cheek ; I cannot tell ; or flush of lifting throat, I know not if the color get a name This side of heaven — no man knows; or her mouth, A flower's lip with a snake's lip, sting- ing sweet. And sweet to sting with : face that one would see And then fall blind and die with sight of it Held fast between the eyelids — oh, all these And all her body and the soul to that. The speech and shape and hand and foot and heart That I would die of — yea, her name that turns My face to fire being written — I know no whit How much I love them. Mary Beaton. Nor how she loves you back? Chastelard. I know her ways of lov- ing, all of them : A sweet soft way the first is ; afterward It burns and bites like fire ; the end of that. Charred dust, and eyelids bitten through with smoke. Mary Beaton. What has she done for you to gird at her ? Chastelard. Nothing. You do not greatly love her, you, Who do not — gird, you call it. I am bound to France ; Shall I take word from you to any one "i So it be harmless, not a gird, I will. Mary Beaton. I doubt you will not go hence with your life. Chastelard. Why, who should slay me ? no man northwards born. In my poor mind; my sword's lip is nu maid's To fear the iron biting of their own, Though they kiss hard for hate's sake. Mary Beaton. Lo you, sir, How sharp he whispers, what close breath and eyes — And hers are fast upon him, do you see ? Chastelard. Well, which of these must take my life in hand ? Prav God it be the better : nay, which ' hand >. 82 CHASTELARD. Mary Beaton. I think, none such. The man is goodly made ; She is tender-hearted toward his courte- sies, And would not have them fall too low to find. Look, they slip forth. [Exeunt Darnley and Mary Hamil- ton Mary Seyton. For love's sake, after them, And soft as love can. [Exeunt Mary C armichael and Mary Seyton. C/iastelard. True, a goodly man. What shapeliness and state he hath, what eyes, Brave brow and lordly lip ! were it not fit Great queens should love him .? Mary Beaton. See you now, fair lord, I have but scant breath's time to help myself, And I must cast my heart out on a chance ; So bear with me. That we twain have loved well, I have no heart nor wit to say ; God wot We had never made good lovers, you and I. Look you, I would not have you love me, sir. For all the love's sake in the world. I say. You love the queen, and loving burns you up. And mars the grace and joyous wit you had. Turning your speech to sad, your face to strange. Your mirth to nothing : and I am pite- ous, I, Even as the queen is, and such women are ; And if I helped you to your love-long- ing, Meseems some grain of love might fall my way. And love's god help me when I came to love : I have read tales of men that won their loves On some such wise. Chasteliird. It vou mean mercifully, I am bound to you past thought and thank ; if worse, I will but thank your lips and not your heart. Mary Beaton. Nay, let love wait, and praise me, in God's name. Some day when he shall find me ; yet, God wot, My lips are of one color with my heart Withdraw now from me, and about mid- night In some close chamber without light or noise It may be I shall get you speech of her; She loves you well ; it may be she will speak, I wot not what ; she loves you at her heart. Let her not see that I have given you word, Lest she take shame and hate her love. Till night. Let her not see it. Chastelard. I will not thank you now, And then IMl die what sort of death vou will. Farewell. \Exit. Mary Beaton. And by God's mercy and my love's I will find ways to earn such thank of you. [Exit. Scene II. — A Hall in the same. TV^t? Queen, Darnley, Murray, Ran- dolph, the Maries, Chastelard, etc. Queen. Hath no man seen my lord of Chastelard ? Nay, no great matter. Keep you on that side : Begin the purpose. Mary Carmichael. Madam, he is here. Queen. Begin a measure now that other side. I will not dance; let them i)lay soft a little. Fair sir, we had a dance to tread to- night, To teach our north folk all sweet ways of ?>ancc ; But at this time we have no heart to it CHASTELARD. J53 5it, sir, and talk. Look, this breast- clasp is new. The French king sent it me. Chastelard. A goodly thing : But what device ? the word is ill to catch. Queen. A Venus crowned, that eats the hearts of men : '.cUnv her flies a love with a bat's wings, \nd strings the hair of paramours to bind Jve birds' feet with. Lo what small subtle work : The smith's name, Gian Crisostomo da — what .'' Tan you read that.'' The sea froths underfoot ; She stands upon the sea, and it curls up [n soft loose curls that run to one in the wind. But her hair is not shaken, there's a fault ; It lies straight down in close-cut points and tongues. Not like blown hair. The legend is wit small : Still one makes out this — Cave — if you look. Chastelard. I see the Venus well enough, God wot, But nothing of the legend. Queen. Come, fair lord, Shall we dance now } my heart is good again. [ They dance a measure. Darniey. I do not like this manner of a dance, This game of two by two ; it were much better To meet between the changes and to mix Than still to keep apart and whispering Each lady out of earshot with her friend. Mary Beaton. That's as the lady serves her knight, I think: We are broken up too much. Darniey. Nay, no such thing ; Be not wroth, lady, I wot it was the queen Pricked each his friend out. Look you now — your ear — If love had gone by choosing — how they laugh. Lean lips together, and wring hands underhand \ What, you look white too, sick of heart, ashamed. No marvel — for men call it — hark you though — [ They pass. Murray. Was the Queen found no merrier in Prance ? Mary Hamilton. Why, have you seen her sorrowful to-night } Murray. I say not so much ; blithe she seems at whiles, Gentle and goodly doubtless in all ways, But hardly with such lightness and quick heart As it was said. Mary Hamilton. 'Tis your great care of her Makes you misdoubt ; naught else. Murray. Yea, may be so ; She has no cause I know to sadden her. [ They pass. Queen. I am tired too soon; I could have danced down hours Two years gone hence, and felt no wearier. One grows much older northwards, my fair lord; I wonder men die south ; meseems all France Smells sweet with living, and bright breath of days That keep men far from dying. Peace; pray you now. No dancing more. Sing, sweet, and make us mirth ; We have done with dancing measures- sing that song You call the song of love at ebb. Mary Beaton {stJigs). Bet7veen the sitnset and the sea My loz'e laid hands and lips ott me ; Of sT.veet came sour, of day came flight. Of long desire carne brief delight : Ah, lore, and what thing came of thee Between the sea-downs and the sea ? Bct'ivcen the sea-mark and the sea Joy grew to grief grief greru to me ; Love turned to tears, and tears lo fire. And dead delight to new desire ; 84 C/IASIELARD. Lovers talk, iove's touch there seemed to be Between the sea-sand and the sea. Between the sundown and the sea Love watched one hour of love with me . Then do^ufi the all-golden water-ways His feet Jleio after yesterdays ; I saw thefn come and saw them flee Between the sea-foa?n and the sea. Between the sea-strand and the sea Love fell on sleeps sleep fell on me ; The first star saw twain turn to one Between the moonrise and the sun ; The next, that saw not love, saw ?ne Between the sea-banks and the sea. Queen. Lo, sirs, What mirth is here ! Some song of yours, fair lord; You know glad ways of rhyming — no such tunes As go to tears. Chastelard. I made this yesterday; For its love's sake I pray you let it live. [//; of wind And washing of wan waves? how the hard mist Made the hills ache? Your songs lied loud, my knight : They said my face would burn off cUmd and rain Seen once, and fill the crannied land with fire. Kindle the capes in their blind black- gray hoods — I know not what. You praise me pa>t all loves; And these men love me little; 'tis sonic fault, I think, to love me: even a fool's swvit fault. I have your verse still beating in n.v head, Of how the swallow got a wing broki n In the s])ringtime, and lay upon iii^ side Watching the rest fly off i' the reil icat- time. And broke his heart with grieving it himself Before the snow came. Do you know that lord With sharp-set eyes? aiul him with huge t hewed throat ? Good friends to mc ; I had need love them well. CHASTELARD. 85 ■ay ? I will not tis no great wit old French Why do you look one have you Keep your eyes here : in me To care much now for friends of mine. — Come, a fresh measure ; come, play well for me. Fair sirs, your playing puts life in foot and heart. — Darnley. Lo you again, sirs, how she laughs and leans. Holding him fast — the supple way she hath! Your queen hath none such; better as she is For all her measures, a grave English maid. Than queen of snakes and Scots, Randolph. She is over-fair To be so sweet, and hurt not. A good knight ; Goodly to look on. Murray. Yea, a good sword too. And of good kin ; too light of loving though ; These jangling song-smiths are keen love-mongers. They snap at all meats. Darnley. What ! by God I think, For all his soft French face and bright boy's sword, There be folks fairer : and for knightli- ness. These hot-lipped brawls of Paris breed sweet knights, — Mere stabbers for a laugh across the wine. — Queen, There, I have danced you down for once, fair lord ; You look pale now. Nay then for courtesy must needs help you; do not bow your head, I am tall enough to reach close under it. I Kisses him. Now come, we'll sit and see this pas- sage through. — Darnley. A courtesy, God help us ! courtesy — Pray God it wound not where it should heal wounds. Why, there was here last year some lord of France (Priest on the wrong side as some folk are prince) Told tales of Paris ladies — nay, bj God, No jest for queen's lips to catch laugh- ter of That would keep clean; I wot he made good mirth, But she laughed over sweetly, and in such wise — Nay, I laughed too, but lothly. — Queen. How they look ! The least thing courteous galls them to the bone. What would one say now I were think- ing of } Chastelard. It seems, some sweet thing. Queen. True, a sweet one, sir, — That madrigal you made Alys de Saulx Of the three ways of love ; the first kiss honor, The second pity, and the last kiss love. Which think you now was that I kissed you with "i Chastelard. It should be pity, if you be pitiful : For I am past all honoring that keep Outside the eye of battle, where my kin Fallen overseas have found this many a day No helm of mine between them ; and for love, I think of that as dead men of good days Kre the wrong side of death was theirs^ when God Was friends with them. Queen. Good; call it pity, then. You have a subtle riddling skill at love Which is not like a lover. For my part, I am resolved to be well done with love. Though I were fairer-faced than all the world ; As there be fairer. Think you, fair mj knight. Love shall live after life in any man? I have given you stuff for riddles. bb CHASTELARD. Chastelard. Most sweet c[uecn, They say men dying remember, with sharp joy And rai)id reliictation of desire, Some old thing, some swift breath of wind, some word. Some sword-stroke or dead lute-strain, some lost sight, Some sea-blossom stripped to the sun and burned At naked ebb — some river-flower that breathes Against the stream like a swooned swimmer's mouth — Some tear or laugh ere lip and eye were man's — Sweet stings that struck the blood in riding — nay, Some garment or sky-color or spice- smell. And die with heart and face shut fast on it, And know not why, and weep not : it may be Men shall hold love fast always in such wise In new fair lives where all are new things else, And know not why, and weep not. Quecu. A right rhyme, And right a rhyme's worth : nay, a sweet song, though. What ! shall my cousin hold fast that love of his. Her face and talk, when life ends.? as God grant His life end late and sweet! I love him well. She is fair enough, his lover; a fair- faced maid, With gray sweet eyes and tender touch of talk; And that, God wot, I wist not. See you, sir. Men say I needs must get wed hasti- ly; Do none point lips at him ? Chastelard. Yea, gucssingly. Queen. God help such lips! and get mc leave to laugh ! What should I do but paint and put him up. Like a gilt god, a saiiitship in a shrine, For all fools' feast .'' God's mercy o| men's wits! Tall as a housetop and as bare of brain — I'll have no staffs with fool-faced carver heads To hang my life on. Nay, for love, n& more, For fear I laugh and set their eyes on edge To find out why I laugh. Good night, fair lords ; Bid them cease playing. Give me your hand; good night. Scene III. — Mary Beaton's Cham- ber : night. Enter Chastelard. Chastelard. I am not certain yet she will not come ; For I can feel her hand's heat still in mine, Past doubting of, and see her brows half drawn. And half a light in the eyes. If she come not, I am no worse than he thai dies to- night. This two years' patience gets an end at least. Whichever way I am well done with it. How hard the thin sweet moon is, split and laced And latticed over, just a stray of it Catching and clinging at a strip of wall, Hardly a hand's-breadth. Did she turn indeed In going out ? not to catch up her gown The page let slip, but to keep sight of me.'' There was a soft small stir beneath her eyes Hard to put on, a quivering of her blood That knew of the old nights watched out wakefullv. Those measures of her dancing too were changed — More swift and with more eager stops at whiles And rajiid pauses where breath failed her lips. CHASTELARD. 87 Enter Mary Beaton. Oh, she is come : if you be she indeed, Let me but hold your hand; what! no word yet ? You turn and kiss me without word; O sweet I If you will slay me, be not over-quick, Kill me with some slow heavy kiss that plucks The heart out at the lips. Alas ! sweet love. Give me some old sweet word to kiss away. Is it a jest ? for I can feel your hair Touch me — I may embrace your body too? I know you well enough without sweet words. How should one make you speak ? This is not she. Come in the light; nay, let me see your eyes. Ah, you it is ? what have I done to you } And do you look now to be slain for this That you twist back and shudder like one stabbed ? Mary Beaton. Yea, kill me now, and do not look at me : God knows I meant to die. Sir, for God's love. Kill me now quick ere I go mad with shame ! Chastelard. Cling not upon my wrists : let go the hilt : Nay, you will bruise your hand with it. Stand up; You shall not have my sword forth. Mary Beaton. Kill me now, I will not rise : there, I am patient, see. I will not strive, but kill me for God's sake. Chastelard. Pray you, rise up, and be not shaken so : 5^Drgive me my rash words, my heart was gone After the thing you were : be not ashamed ; Give me the shame, you have no part in it; Ccn I not say a word shall do you good ? Forgive that too. Mary Beaton. I shall run crazed with shame • But when I felt your lips catch hold on mine, It stopped my breath : I would have told you all. Let me go out ; you see I lied to you, And I am shamed; I pray you, loose me, sir. Let me go out. Cnastelard. Think no base things ot me : I were most base to let you go ashamed. Think my heart's love and honor go with you : Yea, while I live, for your love's noble sake, I am your servant in what wise may be. To love and serve you with right thank- ful heart. Mary Beaton. I have given men leave to mock me, and must bear What shame they please: you have good cause to mock. Let me pass now. Chastelard. You know I mock you not. If ever I leave off to honor you, God give me shame ! I were the worst churl born. Mary Beaton. No marvel though the queen should love you too. Being such a knight. I pray you for her love, Lord Chastelard, of your great courtesy, Think now no scorn to give me my last kiss That I shall have of man before I die. Even the same lips you kissed and knew not of Will you kiss now, knowing the shame of them, And say no one word to me afterwards. That I may see I have loved ihe best lover And man most courteous of all men alive .'' Mary Seyton {within). Here, fetch the light: nay, this way; enter all. Mary Beaton. I am twice undone Fly, get some hiding, sir ; They have spied upon me somehow. Chastelard. Nay, fear not; Stand by my side. 55 UliA^ I tLl^AKD. Enter Mary Slvton and Mary Hamilton. Mary Hiimillon. Give me that light: this way. Chastelard. What jest is here, fair ladies "i it walks late, Something too late for laughing. Mary Scyton. Nay, fair sir, What jest is this of yours .'' Look to your lady : She is nigh swooned. The queen shall know all this. Mary Hamilton. A grievous shame it is we are fallen upon ; Hold forth the light. Is this your care of us ? Nay, come, look up : this is no game, God wot. Chastelard. Shame shall befall them that speak shamefully: I swear this lady is as pure and good As any maiden, and who believes me not Shall keep the shame for his part and the lie. To them that come in honor and not in hate, I will make answer. — Lady, have good heart. Give me the light there : I will see you forth. ACT H. — DARNLEY. Scene L — 7'he great Chamber in Holyrood. The Queen and Mary Seyton. Queen. But will -ou swear it } Mary Seyton. Swear it, madam ? Qneen. Ay — Swear it. Mary Seyton. Madam, I am not friends with them. Queen. .Swear then against them if you are not friends. Mary Seyton. Indeed I saw thcni kiss. Queen. So lovers use — What, their mouths close ? a goodly way of love 1 Or but the hands .'' or on her throat. Prithee — You have sworn that. Mary Seyton. I say what I saw doix . Queen. Ay, you did see her chetk- (God smite them red!) Kissed either side.'' what, they must eat strange food. Those singing lips of his.-* Mary Seyton. Sweet meat enough — They started at my coming five yards off. But there they were. Queen. A maid may have kissed cheeks And no shame in them — yet one would not swear. You have sworn that. Pray God he be not mad : A sickness in his eyes. The left side love (I was told that) and the right cour- tesy. 'Tis good fools' fashion. What! no more but this } For me, God knows I am no whit wroth, — not I ; But, for your fame's sake that her shame will sting, I cannot see a way to pardon her, — For your fame's sake, lest that be prated of. Mary Seyton. Nay, if she were not chaste — I have not said She was not chaste. Queen. I know you are tender of her; And your sweet word will hardly turn her sweet. Mary Seyton. Indeed I would fain do her anv good. Shall I not take some gracious word to her } Queen. Bid her not come or wait on me lo-dav. Mary Seyton. Will you see him.'' Queen. See — oh, this Chastelard? He doth not well to sing maids into shame ; And folk are sharj) here; yet for sweet friends' sake Assuredly I'll see him. I am nut wroth. % CHASTELARD. 89 \ goodly man, and thereto — good sword It may be he shall wed her. I am not wroth. Alary Seytoii. Nay, though she bore with him, she hath no great love, I doubt me, that way. Queen. God mend all, I pray — And keep us from all wrong-doing and wild words. I think there is no fault men fall upon But I could pardon. Look you, I would swear She were no paramour for any man, So well I love her. Mary Seyton. Am I to bid him in .'' Queen. As you will, sweet. But if you held me hard You did me grievous wrong. Doth he wait there } Men call me over-tender; I had rather so, Than too ungracious. — Father, what with you .'' Enter Father Black. Father Black. God's peace and health of soul be with the queen ! And pardon be with me though I speak truth. As I was going on peaceable men's wise Through your good town, desiring no man harm, A kind of shameful woman with thief's lips Spake somewhat to me over a thrust- out chin. Soliciting as I deemed an alms; which alms (Remembering what was writ of Mag- dalen) I gave not grudging but with pure good heart. When lo! some scurril children that lurked near. Set there by Satan for my stumbling- stone. Fell hooting Avith necks thwart and eyes a-squint, Screeched and made horns and shot out tongues at me, — As at my Lord the Jews shot out their tongues. And made their heads wag ; I consid- ering this Took up my cross in patience, and passed forth : Nevertheless one ran between my feet. And made me totter, using speech and signs I smart with shame to think of: then my blood Kindled, and I was moved to smite the knave, And the knave howled ; whereat the lewd whole herd Brake forth upon me, and cast mire and stones. So that I ran sore risk of bruise or gash If they had touched ; likewise I heard men say, (Their foul speech missed not of mine ear) they cried, "This devil's mass-priest hankers for new flesh Like a dry hound ; let him seek such at home. Snuff and smoke out the queen's French " — Queen. They said that t Father Black. " — French paramours that breed more shames than sons All her court through ; " forgive me. Queen. With my heart. Father, you see the hatefulness of these — They loathe us for our love. I am not moved : What should I do being angry .'' By this hand (Which is not big enough to bruise their lips), I marvel what thing should be done with me To make me wroth. We must have patience with us When we seek thank of men. Father Black. Madam, farewell ; I pray God keep you in such patient heart. [ Exit. Queen. Let him come now. Mary Seyton. Madam, he is at hand. \^Exit Enter Chastelard. Queen. Give me that broidery-frame ; how, gone so soon? No maid about ? Reach me some skein of silk. What ! are you come, fair lord ? Now by my life That lives here idle, I am right glad of you ; I have slept so well and sweet since yesternight It seems our dancing put me in glad heart. Did you sleep well ? Chastelard. Yea, as a man may sleep. Queen. You smile as if I jested ; do not men Sleep as we do ? Had you fair dreams in the night .'' For me — but I should fret you with my dreams — I dreamed sweet things. You are good at soothsaying : Make me a sonnet of my dream. Chastelard. I will. When I shall know it. Queeti. I thought I was asleep In Paris, lying by my lord, and knew In some wise he was well awake, and yet I could not wake too ; and I seemed to know He hated me, and the least breath I made Would turn somehow to slay or stifle me. Then in brief time he rose and went away. Saying, Let her dream, but when her dream is out I will come hack and kill her as she wakes. And I lay sick and trembling with sore fear, And still I knew that I was deep asleep; And thinking, / must dream now, or J die, God send me some good dreatn lest I be slain ! Fell fancying one had bound my feet with cords, And bade me dance, and the first meas- ure made I fell upon my face, and wept for pain ; And mv cords broke, and I began the dance To a bitter tune ; and he that danced with me Was clothed in black with long red lines and bars, And masked down to the lips, but by the chin I knew you though your lips were sewn up close With scarlet thread all dabbled wet in blood. And then I knew the dream was not for good. And striving with sore travail to reach up ■ And kiss you (you were taller in my dream) I missed your lips, and woke. Chastelard. Sweet dreams, you said ? An evil dream I hold it for, sweet love. Queen. You call love sweet ; yea, what is bitter, then .-' There's nothing broken sleep could hit upon So bitter as the breaking down of love You call me sweet ; I am not sweet to you, Nor you — O, I would say not sweet to me. And if I said so I should hardly lie. But there have been those things be- tween us, sir, That men call sweet. Chastelard. I know not how There is Turns to The7e hath been ; 'tis a heavier change Than change of flesh to dust. Yet, , though years change. And good things end, and evil things grow great. The old love that was, or that was dreamed about. That sang and kissed and wept ui)on itself, I Laughed and ran mad with love of its | own face. That was a sweet thing. Queen. Nay, I know not well. 'Tis when the man is held fast under- ground They say for sooth what manner of heart he had. We are alive, and cannot be well sure If we loved much or little : think you Jiot It were convenient one of us should die? CHASTELARD. 91 lOjO; ^, but \ Chastelard. Madam, your speech is harsh to understand. Queen. Why, there could come no change then ; one of us Would never need to fear our love might turn To the sad thing that it may grow to be. I would sometimes all things were dead asleep That I have loved, all buried in soft beds And sealed with dreams and visions, and each dawn Sung to by sorrows, and all night assuaged By short sweet kisses and by sweet long loves For old life's sake, lest weeping over- much Should wake them in a strange new time, and arm Memory's blind hand to kill forgetful ness. Chastelard. Look, you dream still, and sadly. Queen. Sooth, a dream ; For such things died or lied in sweet love's face, And I forget them not, God help my wit ! I would the whole world were made up of sleep And life not fashioned out of lies and loves. We foolish women have such times, you know, When we are weary or afraid or sick For perfect nothing. Chastelard [aside). Now would one be fain To know what bitter or what dangerous thing She thinks of, softly chafing her soft lip. She must mean evil. Queen. Are you sad, too, sir, That you say nothing ? Chastelard. 1} not sad a jot — Though this your talk might make a blithe man sad. Queen. O me ! I must not let stray sorrows out ; They are ill to fledge, and if they feel blithe air They wail and chirp untunefully. Would God I had been a man! when I was born, men say, My father turned his face and wept to think I was no man. Chastelard. Will you weep, too ? Queen. In sooth. If I were man I should be no base man ; I could have fought ; yea, I could fight now, too. If men would show me ; I would I were the king ! I should be all ways better than I am. Chastelard. Nay, would you have more honor, having this — Men's hearts and loves and the sweet spoil of souls Given you like simple gold to bind your hair } Say you were king of thews, not queen of souls. An iron headpiece hammered to a head, You might fail, too. Queen. No, then I would not fail, Or God should make me woman back again. To be King James — you hear men say King yaffles, The word sounds like a piece of gold thrown down. Rings with a round and royal note in it — A name to write good record of; this king Fought here and there, was beaten such a day. And came at last to a good end, his life Being all lived out, and for the main part well And like a king's life; then to have men say (As now they say of Flodden, here they broke And there they held up to the end) years back They saw you — y^(i, /saw the king''s face helffied Red ift the hot lit foreground of somt fight Hold the whole war as tt were by the btt^ a horse Fit for his knees'' ^rip — the great rear- ing war That frothed with lips flung np, and shook mens lives Off either ffank of it like snozv ; I saw ( You could not hear as his sword rang), sa'o him Shout, laugh, smite straight, and fla^v the riven ranks. Move as the wind moves, and his horse'^s feet Stripe their long flags with dust. Why, if one died, To die so in the heart and heat of war Were a much goodlier thing than living soft And speaking sweet for fear of men. W^oe's me ! Is there no way to pluck this body off ? Then I should never fear a man again. Even in my dreams I should not; no, by heaven. Chastelard. I never thought you did fear any thing. Queen. God knows I do ; I could be sick with wrath To think what grievous fear I have 'twixt whiles Of mine own self and of base men. Last night If certain lords were glancing where I was Under the eyelid, with sharp lip and brow, I tell you, for pure shame and fear of them, I could have gone and slain them. Chastelard. Verily, You are changed since those good days that fell in France ; But yet I think you are not so changed at heart As to fear man. Queen. I would I had no need. Lend me your sword a little : a fair sword , I sec the fingers that I hold it with Clear in the blade, bright pink, the shell-col(jr, Drighter than flesh is really, curvet! all round. Now men would mock if I shouUl wear it here, Bound under bosom with a girdle, here, And yet I have heart enough to wear it well. Speak to me like a woman, let me see If I can play at man. Chastelard. God save King James ! Queen. Would you could change now! Fie, this will not do: Unclasp your sword ; nay, the hilt hurts my side ; It sticks fast here. Unbind this knot for me : Stoop, and you'll see it closer ; thank you : there. Now I can breathe, sir. Ah ! it hurtL me, though : This was fool's play. Chastelard. Yea, you are better so, Without the sword; your eyes are stronger things. Whether to save or slay. Queen. Alas, my side ! It hurts right sorely. Is it not pitiful Our souls should be so bound about with flesh Even when they leap and smite with wings and feet, The least pain plucks them back, puts out their eyes. Turns them to tears and words .' Ah, my sweet knight, You have the better of us that weave and weep While the blithe battle blows upon your eyes Like rain and wind ; yet I remember too When this last year the fight at Cor- richie Reddened the rushes with stained fen- watcr, I rode with mv good men, and took de- light, Feeling the sweet clear wind ujion my eyes. And rainy soft smells blown upon my face In riding, then the great fight jarred and joined. And the sound stung me right through heart and all ; For I was here, see, gazing off the hills, Snap Inth The Teetl Tcari And Seem Itell Tobi Iswe And This Havf As I a Asir Hi, CHASTELARD. 93 la the wet air; our housings were all wet ; And not a plume stood stiffly past the ear, l]ut flapped between the bridle and the neck ; And under us we saw the battle go i^ike running water; I could see by fits Some helm the rain fell shining off, some flag Snap from the staff, shorn through or broken short In the man's falling: yea, one seemed to catch The very grasp of tumbled men at men, Teeth clinched in throats, hands riveted in hair, Tearing the life out with no help of swords. And all the clamor seemed to shine, the light Seemed to shout as a man doth ; twice I laughed — I tell you, twice my heart swelled out with thirst To be into the battle ; see, fair lord, I swear it seemed I might have made a knight, y\nd yet the simple bracing of a belt Makes me cry out ; this is too pitiful. This dusty half of us made up with fears. — Have you been ever quite so glad to fight As I have thought men must ? pray you, speak truth. Chastelard. Yea, when the time came, there caught hold of me Such pleasure in the head and hands and blood As may be kindled under loving lii:)s : Crossing the ferry once to the Clerk's Field, I mind me how the plashing noise of Seine Put fire into my face for joy, and how My blood kept measure with the swing- ing boat Till we touched land, all for the sake of that Which should be soon. Qiu'cn. Her name, for God's Ioyc, sir ; You slew your friend for love's sake? nay, the name. Chastelard. Faith, I forget. Queen. Now by the faith I have You have no faith to swear by. Chastelard. A good sword : We left him quiet after a thrust or twain. Qiieeji. I would I had been at hand, and marked them off As the maids did when we played sing- ing games : You outwent me at rhyming; but for faith. We fight best there. 1 would I had seen you fight. Chastelard. I would you had ; his play was worth an eye ; He made some gallant way before that pass Which made me way through him. Queen. Would I saw that! How did you slay him ? Chastelard. A clean pass — this way ; Right in the side here, where the blood has root. His wrist went round in pushing, see you, thus. Or he had pierced me. Queen. Yea, I see, sweet knight. I have a mind to love you for his sake ; Would I had seen ! Chastelard. Hugues de Marsillac — I have the name now ; 'twas a goodly one Before he changed it for a dusty name. Queer:. Talk not of death; I would hear living talk Of good live swords and good strokes struck w^ithal, Tirave battles and the mirth of mingling men. Not of cold names you greet a dead man with. You are vet young for fighting ; but in fight Have you never caught a wound ? Chastelard. Yea, twice or so : The first time, in a little outlying field (My first field) at the sleepy gray o\ dawn. 94 CHASTELARD. They found us drowsy, fumbling at our girths, And rode us down by heaps ; I took a hurt Here in the shoulder. Queen. Ah, I mind well now ; Did you not ride a day's space after- ward, Having two wounds ? yea, Dandelot it was. That Dandelot took word of it. I know. Sitting at meat when the news came V) us I had nigh swooned but for those Flor- ence eyes Slanting my way with sleek lids drawn up close — Yea, and she said, the Italian brokeress. She said such men were good for great queens' love. I would you might die, when you come to die, Like a knight slain. Pray God we make good ends. For love too, love dies hard or easily, But some way dies on some day, ere we die. Chastelard. You made a song once of old flowers and loves. Will you not sing that rather .-* 'tis long gone Since you sang last. Queen. I had rather sigh than sing, And sleep than sigh; 'tis long since verily. But I will once more sing; ay, thus it was. \Sings. yai vti faner hien des e/toses, Afainte feuille oiler au vent. En sonireant aux vieilles roses, yai pleuri souvent. Vois-tu dans les roses viortes Amour qui sourit cachi ? O mon (imant, d. nos portes L\ii-tu vu couihii As-tu vu jamais au monde Venus ehasser et courir Fille de Vonde, avec Fotide Doit-el le mourir ? Aux jours de neige et de givre V amour s'effeuille et s'endort ; Avec mai doit-il revivre, Ou bien est-il mort ? 5- Qui sait ou s^en vont les roses ? Qui sait ou s''en va le vent ? En songeant a telle c hoses, yai pleuri souvent. I never heard yet but love made good knights. But for pure faith, by Mary's holiness, I think she lies about men's lips aslee]), And if one kiss or pluck her by the hand To wake her, why God help youi woman's wit, Faith is but dead ; dig her grave deep at heart. And hide her face with cerecloths; fare- well faith. Would I could tell why I talk idly. Look, Here come my riddle-readers. Welcome all! Enter Murray, Darnley, RANDOLrii, Lindsay, Mor ton, and other Lords. Sirs, be right welcome. Stand you by my side. Fair cousin, I must lean on love or fall ; You are a goodly staff, sir ; tall enough, And fair enough to serve. My gentle lords, I am full glad of God that in great grace 1 le hath given me such a lordly stay as this ; There is no better friended queen alive. For the repealing of those banished men That stand in peril yet of last year's fault. CHASTELARD. 95 It is our will ; you have our seal to that. Brother, we hear harsh bruits of bad report Blown up and down about our almoner; See you to this : let him be sought into : They say lewd folk make ballads of their spleen, Strew miry ways of words with talk of him; If they have cause let him be spoken with. Lindsay. Madam, they charge him with so rank a life Were it not well this fellow were plucked out — Seeing this is not an eye that doth offend, But a blurred glass it were no harm to break; Vea rather it were gracious to be done .-' Queen. Let him be weighed, and use him as he is ; I am of my nature pitiful, ye know. And cannot turn my love unto a thorn In so brief space. Ye are all most virtuous; Yea, there is goodness grafted on this land ; But yet compassion is some part of God. There is much heavier business held on hand Than one man's goodness : yea, as things fare here, A matter worth more weighing. All you wot I am to choose a help to my weak feet, A lamp before my face, a lord and friend To walk with me in weary ways, high up Between the wind and rain and the hot sun. Now I have chosen a helper to myself, I wot the best a woman ever won ; A man that loves me, and a royal man, A goodly love and lord for any queen. But for the peril and despite of men I have some time tarried and withheld myself, Not fearful of his worthiness nor you, But with some lady's loathing to let out My whole heart's love ; for truly this is hard, Not like a woman's fashion, shame- facedness And noble grave reluctance of herself To be the tongue and cry of her own heart. Nathless plain speech is better than much wit. So ye shall bear with me ; albeit I think Ye have caught the mark whereat my heart is bent. I have kept close counsel and shut up men's lips, V>w\. lightly shall a woman's will slip out. The foolish little winged will of her. Through cheek or eye when tongue is charmed asleep. For that good lord I have good will to wed, I wot he knew long since which way it flew. Even till it lit on his right wrist and sang. Lo, here I take him by the hand : fair lords, This is my kinsman, made of mine own blood, I take to halve the state and services That bow down to me, and to be my head. My chief, my master, my sweet lord and king. Now shall I never say "sweet cousin " more To my dear head and husband ; here, fair sir, I give you all the heart of love in me To gather off my lips. Did it like The taste of it } sir, it was whole and true. God save our king ! Darnley. Nay, nay, sweet love, no lord; No king of yours though I were lord of these. Queen. Let word be sent to all good friends of ours To help us to be glad; England and France Shall bear great part of our rejoicings up. 96 CHASTRLARD. Give nie your hand, dear lord ; for from this time I must not walk alone. Lords, have good cneer : For you shall have a better face than mine To set upon your kingly gold and show For Scotland's forehead in the van of things. Go with us now, and see this news set out. [Exeti/tt Queen, Darnley, aud Lords. As Chastelard is going out, enter Mary Beaton. Mary Beaton. Have you yet heard ? Vou knew of this.? Chastelard. I know. I was just thinking how such things were made And were so fair as this is. Do you know She held me here and talked, — the most sweet talk Men ever heard of .'' Mary Beaton. You hate me to the heart. What will you do.? Chastelard. I know not : die some day, r>ut live as long and lightly as I can. Will you now love me .? faith, but if you do, It were much better you were dead and hearsed. Will you do one thing for me .? Mary Beaton. Yea, all things. Chastelard. Speak truth a little, for God's sake : indeed It were no harm to do. Come, will you, sweet "i Though it be but to please God. Mary Beaton. What will you do? Chastelard. Ay, true, I must do some- what. Let me sec : To get between and tread ujjon his face — Catch both her hands anil bid men look at iliiin, Wo'N pure they were — I would do none of these. Though they got wedded all the days in the year. We may do well yet when all's come and gone. I pray you on this wedding night ot theirs Do but one thing that I shall ask of you. And Darnley will not hunger as I shall P'or that good time. Sweet, will you swear me this.? Mary Beaton. Yea ; though to do it were mortal to my soul As the chief sin. Chastelard. I thank you : let us go. ACT IIL — THE QUEEN. Scene I. — The Queen's Chamber. A'ii^Jit. Lights bit r /ling in front of the bed. i5"///t'r Chastelard atid^\\-R.\ Beaton. Mary Beaton. Be tender of your feet Chastelard. I shall not fail : These ways have light enough to help a man That walks with such stirred blood in him as mine. Mary Beaton. I would yet plead with you to save your head : Nay, let this be then : sir, I chide you not. Na}^ let all come. Do not abide he yet. Chastelard. Have you read never ii . French books the song Called the Duke's Song, some boy maclj ages back, A song of drag-nets hauled across thwart seas And plucked up with rent sides, and caught therein A strange-haired woman with sad sinoj- ing lips, Cold in the cheek like any stray of sci, And sweet to touch .? so that men sw- ing her face, And how she sighed out little Ahs of pain And soft cries sobbing sideways from her mouth, Fell in hot love, and having lain w-th her Died soon ? One time I could have tjld it through : CHASTELARD. 97 Now I have kissed the sea-witch on her eyes, And my lips ache with it : but I shall sleep Full soon, and a good space of sleep. Alary Beaton. Alas ! Chastelard. What makes you sigh though I be found a fool ? Yc: Lave no blame : and for my death, sweet friend, I never could have lived long either way. WhV; as I live, the joy I have of this Would make men mad that were not mad with love ; I hear my blood sing, and my lifted heart Is like a springing water blown of wind For pleasure of this deed. Now, in God's name, I swear if there be danger in delight I must die now : if joys have deadly teeth, I'll have them bite my soul to death, and end In the old asp's way, Egyptian-wise; be killed In a royal purple f<'.shion. Look, my love Would kill me if my body were past hurt Of any man's han^ ; and to die thereof, I say, is sweeter than all sorts of life. I would not have her love me now, for then I should die mcanlier some time. I am safe, Sure of her >ace, my life's end in her sight. My blood sbed out about her feet — by God, My heart feels drunken when I think of it. See you, she will not rid herself of me, Not thoL»gh she slay me : her sweet lips and life Will smell of my spilt blood. Mary Beaton. Give me good night. Chastelard. Yea, and good thanks. \Exit M.-VRY 1^ EATON. Here is the very place : Here has her body bowed the pillows in, A.nd here her head thrust under made the sheet Smell soft of her mixed hair and spice: even here Her aims pushed back the coverlet, ])ulled here The golden silken curtain halfway in, It may be, and made room to lean out loose. Fair tender fallen arms. Now, if God would, Doubtless he might take pity on my soul To give me three clear hours, and then red hell Snare me forever: this were merciful : If I were God now, I should do thus much. I must die next, and this were not so hard For him to let me eat sweet fruit, and die With my lips sweet from it. For one shall have This fare for common days'-bread, which to me Should be a touch kept always on my sense To make hell soft, yea, the keen pain of hell Soft as the loosening of wound arms in sleep. Ah, love is good, and the worst part of it More than all things but death. She will be here In some small while, and see me face to face That am to give up life for her, and go Where a man lies with all his loves put out And his lips full of earth. I think on her. And the old jileasure stings and makes half-tears Under mine eyelids. Prithee, love, come fast. That I may die soon; yea, some kisses through, I shall die joyfully enough, so God Keep me alive till then. I feel her feet Coming far off; now must I hol<(l m> heart, Steadying my blood to see her patientlv \_Hidcs himself l>y the bed 98 CHASTELAKD. I Enter the QuEEN and Darnley. Queen. Nay, now go back : I have sent off my folk, Maries and all. Pray you, let be my hair; I cannot twist the gold thread out of it That you wound in so close. Look, here it clings : Ah ! now you mar my hair unwinding it. Do me no hurt, sir. Darnley. I would do you ease ; Let me stay here. Queen. Nay, will you go, my lord.? Darnley. Eh .? would you use me as a girl does fruit. Touched with her mouth and pulled away for game To look thereon ere her lips feed? but see. By God, I fare the worse for you. Queen. Fair sir, Give me this hour to watch with and say prayers : You have not faith — it needs me to say prayers. That with commending of this deed to God I may get grace for it. Darnley. Why, lacks it grace ? Is not all wedlock gracious of itself.'* Queen. Nay, that I know not of. Come, sweet, be hence. Darnley. You have a sort of jewel in your neck That's like mine here. Queen. Keep off your hands and go: You have no courtesy to be a king. Darnley. Well, I will go : nay, but I thwart you not. Do as you will, and get you grace; farewell, And for my ])art, grace keep this watch with me ! For I need grace to bear with you so much. [Exit. Queen. So, he is forth. Let me be- hold myself; I am too pale to be so hot ; I marvel So little color should be bold in tlu- . face When the blood is not (juietcd. I have Hut a brief space to cool my thoughts upon. If one should wear the hair thus heaped and curled Would it look best .-* or this way in the neck 1 Could one ungirdle in such wise one's heart, [ Taking off her girdle. And ease it inwards as the waist is eased By slackening of the slid clasp on it ! How soft the silk is — gracious color too; Violet shadows like new veins thrown up Each arm, and gold to fieck the faint sweet green Where the wrist lies thus eased. I am right glad I have no maids about to hasten me : So I will rest, and see my hair shed down On either silk side of my woven sleeves, Get some new way to bind it back with — yea. Fair mirror-glass, I am well ware of you. Yea, I know that, I am quite beautiful. How my hair shines ! — Fair face, be friends with me. And I will sing to you : look in my face Now, and your mouth must help the song in mine. Alys la chdtelaine Voit venir de par Seine Thii'bault le capitaine Qui par le ainsi : W^as that the wind in the casement -* nay, no more But the comb drawn through half my hissing hair Laid on my arms — yet my flesh moved at it. E)ans ma camaille Plus de clou ijui vailU\ Dans via known, Mary Beaton. Mada:n, I have no V'our blood has frost and cruel gall in it, words. CHASTELARD. 105 Queen. No words ? no pity — Have you no mercies for such men ? God help ! It seems I am the meekest heart on earth — Yea, the one tender woman left alive, And knew it not. I will not let him live, For all my pity of him. Mary Beaton. Nay, but, madam. For God's love look a little to this thing. If you do slay him you are but shamed to death ; All men will cry upon you, women weep. Turning your sweet name bitter with their tears ; Red shame grow up out of your mem- ory And burn his face that would speak well of you ; You shall have no good word nor pity, none, Till some such end be fallen upon you : nay, I am but cold, I knew I had no words. I will keep silence. Queen. Yea, now, as I live, I wist not of it : troth, he shall not die. See you, I am pitiful, compassionate, I would not have men slain for my love's sake. But if he live to do me three times wrong. Why then my shame wo'ild grow up green and red Like any flower. I am not whole at heart ; In faith, I wot not what such things should be. I doubt it is but dangerous ; he must die. Mary Beaton. Yea, but you will not slay him. Queen. Swear me that, I'll say he shall not die for your oath's sake. What will you do for grief when he is dead .-' Mary Beaton. Nothing for grief, but hold my peace ancl die. Queen. Why, for your sweet sake one might let him live; But the first fault was a green seed of shame. And now the flower, and deadly fruit will come With a])ple-time in autumn. By my life, I would they had slain him there in Edinburgh ; But I reprieve him ; lo the thank I get. To set the base folk muttering like smoked bees Of shame and love, and how love comes of shame. And how the queen loves shame that comes of love ; Yet I say naught and go about my ways. And this mad fellow that I respited Being forth and free, lo now the second time Ye take him by my bed in wait. Now see If I can get goodwill to pardon him ; With what a face may I crave leave of men To respite him, being young and a good knight And mad for perfect love '^. shall I go say, — Dear lords, because ye took him s/uune- fully. Let /urn not die ; because his fault is foul, Let him not die ; because if he do live I shall be held a harlot of all men, I prav you, siueet sirs, that he may not ' die ? Alary Beaton. Madam, for me I would not have him live ; Mine own heart's life was ended with my fame, And my life's breath will shortly follow them ; So that I care not much ; for vou wot well I have lost love and shame and fame, and all To no good end ; nor while he had hi? life Have I got good of him that was my love. io6 CHASTELARD. Save that for courtesy (which may God quit) He kissed me once as one might kiss for love Out of great pity for me ; saving this, He never did me grace in all his life. And when you have slain him, madam, it may be I shall get grace of him in some new way In a new place, if God have care of us. Queen. Bid you my brother to me presently. \Exentit Alaries. And yet the thing is pitiful ; I would There were some way. To send him overseas, Out past the long firths to the cold keen sea Where the sharp sound is that one hears up here — Or hold him in strong prison till he died — He would die shortly — or to set him free And use him softly till his brains were healed — There is no way. Now never while I live Shall we twain love together any more. Nor sit at rhyme as we were used to do, Nor each kiss other only with the eyes A great way off ere hand or lip could reach ; There is no way. Enter Murray. O, you are welcome, sir ; You know what need I have ; but I l^raise heaven, Having such need, I have such help of you. T do believe no queen God ever made Was better hoi pen than I look to be. What! if two brethren love not heartily, Who shall be good to either one of them ? Murray. Madam, I have great joy of your good will. Queen. I pray you, brother, use no courtesies : I have some fear you will not suffer me When I shall speak. Fear is a fool, I think. Vet hath he wit enow to fool mv wits, Being but a woman's. Do not answer me Till you shall know ; yet if you have a word I shall be fain to hear it ; but I think There is no word to help me ; no man's word. There be two things yet that should do me good, — A speeding arm and a great heart. My lord, I am soft-spirited as women are, And ye wot well I have no harder heart : Yea, with my will I would not slay a thing. But all should live right sweetly if I might ; So that man's blood-spilling lies hard on me. I have a work yet for mine honor's sake, A thing to do, God wot I know not how. Nor how to crave it of you : nay, by heaven, I will not shame myself to show it you : I have not heart. Murray. Why, if it may be done With any honor, or with good men's excuse, I shall well do it. Queen. I would I wist that well. Sir, do you love me? Murray. Yea, you know I do. Queen'. In faith, you should well lovt- me, for I love The least man in your following for your sake With a whole sister's heart. Murray. Speak simply, madam ; I must obey you, being your bounden man. Queen. Sir, so it is you know wl.at things have been, Even to the endangering of mine inno cent name, And bv no fault, but bv men's evil will. If C'hastclard have trial openly, I am but shamed. Murray. 'I'his were a wound indeed, If your good name should lie upon his ' lip. CHASTELARD. 107 Queen. I will the judges put him not to plead, i;ome way to close with him : I wot not. — Sir, Enter Darnley. ^lease it your love I have a suit to you. Darnley. What sort of suit .'' Queen. Nay, if you be not friends — ; have no suit towards mine enemies. Darnley. Eh ! do I look now like your enemy ? Queen. You have a way of peering under brow [ do not like. If you see any thing in me that irks you, I will painfully Labor to lose it : do but show me favor, ^.nd as I am your faithful humble wife This foolishness shall be removed in me. Darnley. Why do you laugh and mock me with stretched hands ? Faith, I see no such thing. Queen. That is well seen. Come, I will take my heart between my lips. Use it not hardly. Sir, my suit begins ; That you would please to make me that I am, (In sooth I think I am) mistress and queen Of mine own people. Darnley. Why, this is no suit: This is a simple matter, and your own. Queen. It was, before God made you king of me, Darnley. No king, by God's grace ; were I such a king, I'd sell my kingdom for six roods of rye. Queen. You are too sharp upon my words; I would Have leave of you to free a man con- demned. Darnley. What man is that, sweet,? Queen. Such a mad poor man As God desires us use not cruelly. Darnley. Is there no name a man may call him by } Queen. Nay, my fair master, what fair game is this } Whv, vou do know him: it is Chaste- lard. Darnley. Ay, is it soothly ? Queejt. By my life, it is ; Sweet, as you tender me, so pardon him. Darnley. As he doth tender you, so pardon me ; ' For, if it were the mean to save my life. He should not live a day. Queen. Nay, shall not he .-* Darnley. Look what an evil wit ok! Fortune hath: Why, I came here to get his time cut off. This second fault is meat for lew(J men's mouths ; You were best have him slain at once . 'tis hot. Queen. Give me the warrant, and .sit down, my lord. Why, I will sign it ; what, I understand How this must be. Should not my name stand here } Darnley. Yea, there, and here the seal. Queen. Ay, so you say. Shall I say too what I am thinking of ? Darnley. Do, if you will. Queen, I do not like your suit, Darnley. 'Tis of no Frenchman fash ion. Queen. No, God wot : no CHASTELARD. 'Tis nowise great men's fashion in French land To clap a headsman's tabard on their backs. Darnley. No, madam ? Queen. No ; I never wist of that. Is it a month gone I did call you lord 1 I chose you by no straying stroke of sight, But with my heart to love you heartily. Did I wrong then ? did mine eye draw my heart .^ I know not ,• sir, it may be I did wrong : And yet to see you I should call it right Even yet to love you ; and would choose again. Again to choose you. Darnley. There, I love you too , Take that for sooth, and let me take this hence. Queen. O, do you think I hold you off with words ,'' Why, take it then; there is my hand- writing. And here the hand that you shall slay him with. 'Tis a fair hand, a maiden-colored one : I doubt yet it has never slain a man. You never fought yet save for game, I wis. Nay, thank me not, but have it from my sight ; Go and make haste for fear he be got forth : It may be such a man is dangerous ; Who knows what friends he hath.? and by my faith I doubt he hath seen some fighting, I do fear He hath fought and shed men's blood ; ye are wise men That will not leave such dangerous things alive; 'Twcre well he died the sooner for your sakes. Pray you make haste; it is not fit he live. Darnley. What ! will you let him die so easily ? Queen. Why, God have mercy I what way should one take To please such i)cople .-* there's some cunning way, Something I miss, out of my simple soul What ! must one say " Beseech you do no harm," Or "for my love, sweet cousins, be not hard," Or " let him live but till the vane come round" — Will such things please you ? well then, have your way ; Sir, I desire you, kneeling down with tears. With sighs and tears, fair sir, requiie of you, Considering of my love I bear this man. Just for my love's sake let him not be hanged Before the sundown ; do thus much for me. To have a queen's prayers follow after you. Darnley. I know no need for you to gibe at me. Queen. Alack ! what heart then shall I have to jest .'' There is no woman jests in such a wise — For the shame's sake I pray you hang him ?iot, Seeing ho7v I loz'e him, save indeed in silk, Sweet twisted silk of my sad haitdiwork. Nay, and you will not do so much for me ; You vex your lip, biting the blood and all: Were this so hard, and you compassion- ate .? I am in sore case then, and will weep indeed. Darnley. What do you mean to cast such gibes at me .-' Queen. Woe's me, and will you turn my tears to thorns ? Nay, set your eyes a little in my face : See, do 1 weep.^ what will you make of me .'* Will you not swear I love this prisoner "i \q. are wise, and ye will have it; yet for me 1 wist not of it. We arc but feeble fools. And love may catch us when we lie asleep, CHASTELARD. Ill And yet God knows we know not this a whit. Come, look on me, swear you believe it not : It may be I will take your word for that. Darnley. Do you not love him ? nay, but verily .-' Qtieen. Now then, make answer to me verily, [Which of us twain is wiser.? for my part I will not swear 1 love not, if you will ; Ye be wise men and many men, my lords, And ye will have me love him, ye will swear That I do love him ; who shall say ye lie.? Look on your paper; maybe I have wept : Doubtless I love your hanged man in my heart. What ! is the writing smutched or gone awry .? Or blurred — ay, surely so much — with one tear. One little sharp tear strayed on it by chance .? Come, come, the man is deadly danger- ous ; Let him die presently. Darnley. You do not love him ; Well, yet he need not die ; it were light hard To hang the fool because you love him not. Qtieen. You have keen wits and there- to courtesy To catch me with. No, let this man not die ; It were no such perpetual praise to you To be his doomsman, and in doglike wise Bite his brief life in twain. Darnley. Truly it were not. Queen. Then for your honor and my love of you (Oh, I do love you ! but you know not, sweet. You shall see how much), think you for their sake He may go free ? Darnley. How, freely forth of us ? But yet he loves you, and being mad with love Makes matter for base mouths to chew upon : 'Twere best he live not yet. Queen. Will you say that ? Darnley. Why should he live to breed you bad reports > Let him die first. Queen. Sweet, for your sake, not so. Darfiley. Fret not yourself to pity; let him die. Queen. Come, let him live a little ; it shall be A grace to us. Darnley. By God, he dies at once. Queen. Now, by God's mother, if I respite him. Though you were all the race of you in one, And had more tongues than hairs to crv on me. He should not lose a hair. Darnley. This is mere mercy — But you thank God you love him not a whit ? Queen. It shall be what it please; and if I please It shall be any thing. Give me the war- rant. Darnley. Nay, for your sake and love of you, not I, To make it dangerous. Queen. Oh, God's pity, sir ! You are tender of me; will you serve me so. Against mine own will, shew me so much love. Do me good service that I loath being done, Out of pure pity ? Darnley. Nav, your word shall stand. Queen. What makes you gape so beastlike after blood .? Were you not bred up on some hang- man's hire, And dieted with fleshmeats at his hand, And fed into a fool? Give me that paper. Darnley. Now for that word I will not. Queen. Nay, sweet love, For your own sake be just a little wise- Come, I beseech vou. 112 CHASTELARD, Darnley. Pluck not at my hands. Queen. No, that I will not: I am brain-broken, mad ; Pity my madness for sweet marriage- sake And my great love's ; I love you to say this; I would not have you cross me, out of love. But for true love should I not chafe indeed ? And now I do not. Darnley. Yea, and late you chid. You chafed and jested and blew soft and hard — No, for that "fool " you shall not fool me so. Queen. You are no churl, sweet, will you see me weep .'' Look, I weep now ; be friends with my poor tears. Think each of them beseeches you of love, And hath some tongue to cry on you for love. And speak soft things ; for that which loves not you Is none of mine, not though they grow of grief And grief of you ; be not too hard with them. You would not of your own heart slay a man ; Nay, if you will, in God's name make me weep, I will not hate you ; but at heart, sweet lord. Be not at heart my sweet heart's enemy. If I had many mighty men to friend, I would not i)leacl too lovingly with you To have your love. Darnley. Why, yet you have my love. Queen. Alas ! what shall mine ene- mies do to nic If I be used so hardly of my friends ? Come, sir, you hate mc ; yet for all your hate You cannot have such heart. Darnley. What sort of heart? I have no heart to be used shamefully, If you mean that. Queen. Would Ciod I hivcd you not! You arc too li:ird to be used lovingly. Darnley. You are moved too much for such a little love As you bear me. Queen. God knows you do me wrong; God knows the heart, sweet, that I love you with. Hark you, fair sir, I'd have all well with you ; Do you not fear at sick men's time of | night What end may come ? are you so sure of heart.!* Is not your spirit surprisable in sleep? Have you no evil dreams? Nay, look you, love, I will not be flung off your heart and hand, I am no snake : but tell me for your love. Have you no fancies how these things will end In the pit's mouth? how all life-deeds will look At the grave's edge that lets men into hell ? For my part, who am weak and woman- eyed. It turns my soul to tears : I doubt this blood Fallen on our faces when we twain are dead Will scar and burn them : yea, for heaven is sweet, And loves sweet deeds that smell nol of spilt blood. Let us not kill : God that made mercv first Pities the pitiful for their deed's sake. Darnley. Get you some painting : with a cheek like this You'll find no faith in listeners. Queen. How, fair lord ? Darnley. I say that looking with this face of yours None shall believe you holy. What 1 you talk. Take mercy in your mouth, cat holi- ness, Put God under your tongue, and feed on heaven, With fear and faith and — faith, I know not what — And look as though you stood and saw men slain CHASTELARD. 113 To make you game and laughter : nay, your eyes Threaten as' unto blood. What will you do To make men take your sweet word? Pitiful — You are pitiful as he that's hired for death, And loves the slaying yet better than the hire. Queen. You are wise that live to threat and tell me so : Do you love life too much .'' Darnley. Oh, now you are sweet. Right tender now : you love not blood nor death, You are too tender. Queen. Yea, too weak, too soft : Sweet, do not mock me, for my love's sake ; see How soft a thing I am. Will you be hard .? The heart you have, has it no sort of fear ? Darnley. Take off your hand, and let me go my way. And do my deed ; and when the doing is past I will come home, and teach you tender things Out of my love till you forget my wrath. I will be angry when I see good need, And will grow gentle after, — fear not that; You shall get no wrong of my wrong- doing. So I take leave. Queen. Take what you will ; take all. You have taken half my heart away with words : Take all I have, and take no leave ; I have No leave to give : yea, shortly shall lack leave, I think, to live ; but I crave none of you ; I would have none : yet for the love I have. If I get ever a mean to show it you, I pray God put you some day in my hand That you may take that too. Darnley. Well, as he please : God keep you in such love ; and so farewell. \Exit. Queen. So fare I as your lover, but not well. — Ah, sweet, if God be ever good to me To put you in my hand I I am come to shame ; Let me think now, and let my wits not go; God, for dear mercy, let me not forget Why I should be so angry: the dull blood Beats at my face, and blinds me ; I am chafed to death. And I am shamed ; I shall go mad and die- Truly I think I did kneel down, did pray. Yea, weep (who knows t ) it may be — all for that. Yea, if I wept not, this was blood brake forth And burnt mine eyelids ; I will have blood back, And wash them cool in the hottest of his heart, Or I will slay myself: I cannot tell. I have given gold for brass, and lo, the pay Cleaves to my fingers ; there's no way to mend, — Not while life stays : would God that it were gone ! The fool will feed upon my fame, and laugh ; Till one seal up his tongue and lips with blood. He carries half my honor and good name Between his teeth. Lord God, mine head will fail ! When have I done thus since I was alive ? And these ill times will deal but ill with me — My old love slain, and never a new to help, And my wits gone, and my blithe use of life. And all the grace was with me. Love — perchance If I save love I shall well save myself 114 CHASTELARD. I could find heart to bid him take such fellows, And kill them to my hand. I was the fool To sue to these, and shame myself: God knows I was a queen born, I will hold their heads Here in my hands for this. Which of you waits ? Enter Mary BEAi*bN and Mary Carmichael. No maiden of them? — what, no more than this ? Mary Canuichacl. Madam, the lady Seyton is gone forth ; She is ill at heart with watching. Queen. Ay, at heart — All girls must have such tender sides to the heart They break for one night's watching, ache to death For an hour's pity, for a half-hour's love — Wear out before the watches, die by dawn, And ride at noon to burial. God's my pity ! Where's Hamilton? doth she ail too? at heart, 1 warrant her at heart. Mary Beaton. I know not, mad- am. Queen. What! sick or dead? I am well hoi pen of you : Come hither to me. What pale blood you have ! Is it for fear you turn such cheeks to me ? Why, if I were so loving, by my hand, I would have set my head upon the chance. And loosed him thcjugh I dietl. What will yon do ? Have you no way ? Mary Beaton. None but your mercy. Queen. Ay? Why, then the thing is jnteous. Think, for God's sake — Is there no hning way to fetch him forth ? Nay, what a white thin-blooded thing is love. To help no more than this doth ! Were I in love, I would unbar the ways to-night, and then Laugh death to death to-morrow, mock him dead ; I think you love well with one half your heart. And let fear keep the other. Hark you now : You said there was some friend durst break my bars — Some Scotch name — faith, as if I wist of it! Ye have such heavy wits to help one with — Some man that had some mean to save him by — Tush, I must be at pains for you 1 Mary Beaton. Nay, madam. It were no boot; he will not be let forth. Queen. I say, the name. Oh, Robert l'>skine — yea, A fellow of some heart : what saith he ? Mary Beaton. Madam, The thing was sound all through, yea, all went well, But for all prayers that we could make to him He would not fly: we cannot get him forth. Queen. Great God ! that men should have such wits as this ! I have a mind to let him die for that; And vet I wot not. Said he, he loathed ' his life? Mary Beaton. He says your gracf given would scathe yourself. And little grace for such a grace as that Be with the little of the life he kept To cast off some time more unworthily. Queen. God help me! what should wise folk do with him ? These men be weaker-wilted than mere fools When they fall mad once; yet by Mary's st)ul I am sorrier for him than for men right wise. God wot a fool that were more w'^^e than he CHASTELARD. 115 Would love me something worse than Chastelarcl, Ay, and his own soul better. Do you think (There's no such other sort of fool alive) That he may live ? Mary Beaton. Yea, by God's mercy, madam, To your great praise and honor from all men If you should keep him living. Queen. By God's light, I have good will to do it. Are you sure, If I would pack him with a pardon hence, He would speak well of me — not hint and halt. Smile and look back, sigh and say love runs out, But times have been — with some loose laugh cut short. Bit off at lip— eh? Mary Beaton. No, by heaven he would not ! Queen. You know how quickly one may be belied — Faith, you should know it; I never thought the worst; One may touch love, and come with clean hands off — But you should know it. What ! he will not tly — Not though I wink myself asleep, turn blind — Which that I will I say not? Mary Beaton. Nay, not he ; We had good hope to bring him well aboard, i Let him slip safe down by the firths to sea, Out under Leith by night-setting, and thence Take ship for France, and serve there out of sight In the new wars. Queen. Ay, in the new French wars — You wist thereof too, madam, with good leave — A goodly bait to catch mine honor with And let me wake up with my name bit through. I had been much bounden to you twain, methinks. But for my knight's sake and his love's ; by God, He shall not die in God's despite nor mine. Call in our chief lords ; bid one see to it,— Ay, and make haste, {Exeunt Mary Beaton afid Mary Carmichael. Now shall I try their teeth : I have done with fear; now nothing but pure love And power and pity shall have part in me; I will not throw them such a spirit in flesh To make their prey on. Though he be mad indeed, It is the goodliest madness ever smote Upon man's heart. A kingly knight — in faith, Meseems my face can yet make faith in men. And break their brains with beauty : for a word. An eyelid's twitch, an eye's turn, tie them fast And make their souls cleave to me. God be thanked, This air has not yet curdled all the blood That went to make me fair. An hour agone, I thought L had been forgotten of men's love More than dead women's faces are forgot Of after lovers. All men are not of earth: For all the frost of fools and this cold land. There be some yet catch fever of my face And burning for mine eyes' sake. 1 did think My time was gone when men would dance to death As to a music, and lie laughing down In the grave and take their funerals foi their feasts. ii6 CHASTELARD. To get one kiss of me. I have some strength yet, Though I lack power on men that lack men's blood. Yea, and God wot I will be merciful ; For all the foolish hardness round my heart That tender women miss of to their praise, They shall not say but I had grace to give Even for love's sake. Why, let them take their way : What ails it them though I be soft or hard } Soft hearts would weep and weep, and let men die For very mercy and sweet-heartedness ; I that weep little for my pity's sake, I have the grace to save men. Let fame go — I care not much what shall become of fame, So I save love, and do mine own soul right; I'll have my mercy help me to revenge On all the crew of them. How will he look. Having my pardon ! I shall have sweet thanks And love of good men for my mercy's love, — Yea, and be quit of these I hate to death, With one good deed. Enter the Maries. Mary Beaton. Madam, the lords are here. Queen. Stand you about me, I will sjx'ak to thcni. I would the whole world stood up in my face, And heard what I shall say. I5id them conic in. ^■///t'r Murray, Kandoi.pk, Morion, Lindsay, ami other Lords. Hear you, fair lords, I have a word to you ; There is one thing I woukl fain under- stand, — If I be (|ueen, or no; for by my life Melhinks I am growing un((uecnly. No man speak .-• Pray you take note, sweet lord ambas- sador, I am no queen : I never was born queen , Alack, that one should fool us in thi.^ wise ! Take up my crown, sir, I will none of it Till it hath" bells on as a fool's cap hath. Nay, who will have it .<* no man take i up? Was there none worthy to be shamet but I } Here are enow good facesj good to crown ; Will you be king, fair brother.-* or you, my lord .-' Give me a spinner's curch, a wisj) oi reed. Any mean thing; but, God's love, no more gold. And no more shame : let boys throw dice for it, Or cast it to the grooms for tennis-play. For I will none. Murray. What would your highness have .!• Queen. Yea, yea, I said I was no majesty; I shall be shortly fallen out of grace. What would I have ? I would have leave to live ; Perchance I shall not shortly : nay, fo. me That have no leave to respite other lives To keep mine own life were small praise enow. Murray. Your majesty hath power to respite men, As we well wot ; no man saith other- wise. Queen. What! is this true? 'tis a thing wonderful — So great I cannot be well sure of it. Strange that a C|ueen should find such grace as this At such lords' hands as ye be, — such great lords : I pray you let me get assured agam, Lest I take jest for truth, and shame myself. And make you mirth : to make your mirth of me, God wot it were small pains to you, mv lords, CHASTELARD. 117 But much less honor. I may send re- prieve — With your sweet leaves I may? Murray. Assuredly. Queen. Lo, now, what grace is this I have of you ! I had a will to respite Chastelard, And would not do it for very fear of you : Look you, I wist not ye were merciful. Morton. Madam — Queen. My lord, you have a word to me .'* Doth it displease you such a man should live ? Morton. 'Twere a mad mercy in your majesty To lay no hand upon his second fault And let him thrice offend you. Queen. Ay, my lord ? Mortoti. It were well done to muffle lewd men's mouths By casting of his head into their laps : It were much best. Queen. Yea, truly were it so ? But if I will not, yet I will not, sir, For all the mouths in Scotland. Now, by heaven. As I am pleased he shall not die, but live. So shall ye be. There is no man shall die. Except it please me ; and no man shall say, Except it please me, if I do ill or well. Which of you now will set his will to mine ? Not you, nor you I think, nor none of you. Nor no man living that loves living well. Let one stand forth and smite me with his hand, Wring my crown off and cast it under- foot, And he shall get my respite back of me, A.nd no man else: he shall bid live or die. And no man else; and he shall be my lord. And no man else. What ! will not one be king ? Will not one here lay hold upon my state } I am queen of you for all things come and gone. Nay, my chief lady, and no meaner one, The chiefest of my maidens, shall bear this, And give it to my prisoner for a grace. Who shall deny me } who shall do me wrong } Bear greeting to the lord of Chastelard, And this withal for respite of his life. For by my head he shall die no such way: Nay, sweet, no words, but hence and back again. [Exit Mary Beaton. Farewell, dear lords; ye have shown grace to me, And some time I will thank you as I may; Till when, think well of me and what is done. ACT v. — CHASTELARD. Scene I. — Before Holyrood. A croxvd of people ; among them Soldiers, Bur- gesses, a Preacher, etc. First Citizen. They are not out yet. Have you seen the man ? What manner of man ? Second Citizen. Shall he be hanged, or no .'' There was a fellow hanged some three days gone, Wept the whole way: think you this man shall die In better sort, now ? First Citizen. Eh, these shawm-players That walk before strange women, and make songs ! How should they die well ? Third Citizen. Is it sooth men say Our dame was wont to kiss him on the face In lewd folk's sight ? First Citizen. Yea, saith one, all day long He used to sit and jangle words m rhvme To suit with shakes of faint adulterous sound i8 CHASTELARD. Some French lust in men's ears ; she made songs too, Soft things to feed sin's amorous mouth upon, — Delicate sounds for dancing at in hell. Fourth Citizen. Is it priest Black that he shall have by him When they do come ? T/iird Citizen. Ah ! by God's leave, not so ; If the knave show us his peeled onion's head And that damned flagging; jowl of his — Second Citizen. Nay, sirs, Take heed of words ; moreover, please it you. This man hath no pope's part in him. T/urd Citizen. I say That if priest whore's-friend with the lewd thief's cheek Show his foul blinking face to shame all ours. It goes back fouler ; well, one day hell's fire Will burn him black indeed. A IVoman. What kind of man? 'Tis yet great pity of him if he be Goodly enow for this queen's paramour, A French lord overseas? what doth he here. With Scotch folk here? First Citizen. Fair mistress, I think well, He doth so at some times that I were fain To do as well. The IVoman. Nay, then he will not die. First Citizen. Why, see you, if one eat a piece of bread Baked as it were a certain jirophct's way. Not upon coals, now — you shall ap|)re- hend — If defiled bread be given a man to eat, 1 Icing thrust into his mouth, why he shall cat, And with good hap shall cat; but if now, say, One steal this, bread and beastliness and all, When scarcely for pure hunger flesh and bone Cleave one to other — why, if he steal to eat. Be it even the filthiest feeding — though the man Be famine-flayed of flesh and skin, I say He shall be hanged. Third Citizen. Nay, stolen said vou, sir ? See, God bade eat abominable bread. And freely was it eaten — for a sign This, for a sign — and doubtless as did God, So may the devil ; bid one eat freely and live. Not for a sign. Secofid Citizen. Will you think thus of her? But wherefore should they get this fel- low slain If he be clear toward her ? Thiid Citizen. Sir, one must see The day comes when a woman sheds her sin As a bird moults ; and she being shifted so, The old mate of her old feather pecks at her To get the right bird back ; then she being stronger Picks out his eyes — eh? Second Citizen. Like enough to be ; But if it be — Is not one preaching there With certain folk about him? First Citizen. Yea, the same Who jireached a month since from Eze- kicl Concerning these twain, — this our (|uccn that is, And her that was, and is not now so much As queen over hell's worm. Third Citizen. Ay, said he not, This was Aholah, the first one of these. Called sisters only for a type — being twain, Twain Maries, no whit Nazarenc ? the first Bred out of Egypt like the water-worm With sides in wet green places baked with slime And festered tlesh that steams against the sun : CHASTELARD. 119 A plague among all people, and a type Set as a flake upon a leper's fell. First Citizen. Yea, said he, and unto her the men went in, The men of Pharaoh's, beautiful with red And with red gold, fair foreign-footed men. The bountiful fair men, the courteous men. The delicate men with delicate feet, that went Curling their small beards Agag-fash- ion, yea. Pruning their mouths to nibble words behind With pecking at God's skirts — small broken oaths Fretted to shreds between most dainty lips, And underbreath some praise of Ash- taroth Sighed laughingly. Second Citizen. Was he not under guard For the good word ? First Citizen. Yea, but now forth again — And of the latter said he — there being two, The first Aholah, which interpreted — Third Citizen. But, of this latter ? First Citizen. Well, of her he said How she made letters for Chaldaean folk And men that came forth of the wilder- ness And all her sister's chosen men ; yea, she Kept not her lip from any sin of hers, But multiplied in whoredoms toward all these That hate God mightily; for these, he saith. These are the fair French people, and these her kin Sought out of England with her love- letters To bring them to her kiss of love ; and thus With a prayer made that God would break such love Ended some while ; then crying out for strong wrath Spake with a great voice after : This is she, Yea the lew-d woman, yea the same woman That gat bruised breasts in Egypt, when strange men Swart from great suns, foot-burnt with angry soils. And strewn with sand of gaunt Chal daean miles, Poured all their love upon her: she shall drink The Lord's cup of derision that is filled With drunkenness and sorrow, great of sides And deep to drink in till the dreg drips out: Yea, and herself with the twain shards thereof Pluck off her breasts; so said he. Fourth Citizefi. See that stir — Are not they come ? Third Citizen. There wants an hour of them. Draw near, and let us hearken; he will speak Surely some word of this. Second Citizen. What saith he now.-* The Preacher. The mercy of a harlot is a sword, And her mouth sharper than a flame of fire. Scene II. — /;/ Prison. Chastclard. So here my time shuts u]); and the last light Has made the last shade in the world for me. The sunbeam that was narrow like a leaf Has turned a hand, and the hand stretched to an arm, And the arm has reached the dust on the floor, and made A maze of motes with paddling fingers. Well, I knew not that a man so sure to die Could care so little; a bride-night's lustiness 120 CHASTELARD. Leaps in my veins as light fire under a wind : As if I felt a kindling beyond death Of some new joys far outside of me yet; Sweet sound, sweet smell and touch of things far out Sure to come soon. I wonder will death be Even all it seems now? or the talk of hell And wretched changes of the worn-out soul Nailed to decaying flesh, shall that be true ? Or is this like the forethought of deep sleep Felt by a tired man ? Sleep were good enough — Shall sleep be all ? But I shall not for- get For any sleep this love bound upon me — For any sleep or quiet ways of death. Ah ! in my weary dusty space of sight Her face will float with heavy scents of hair And fire of subtle amorous eyes, and lips More hot than wine, full of sweet wicked words Babbled against mine own lips, and long hands Spread out, and pale blight throat and pale bright breasts, Fit to make all men mad. I do believe This fire shall never quite burn out to the ash, And leave no heat and flame upon my dust For witness where a man's heart was burnt up. For all Christ's work this Venus is not c|uelled, Pnit reddens at the mouth with blood of men, Sucking between small teeth the sap o' the veins. Dabbling with death her little tender lips — A bitter beauty, poisonous-pearled mouth. I am nut tit to live but for love's sake, So I were best die shortly. Ah ! fair love, Fair fearful Venus made of deadlv foam, I shall escape you somehow with mv death,— Your splendid supple body and mouth on fire, And Paphian breath that bites the lips with heat. I had best die. Enter Mary Beaton. What ! is my death's time come. And you the' friend to make death kind to me .'• 'Tis sweetly done ; for I was sick for this. Mary Beaton. Nay, but see here; nay, for you shall not die : She has reprieved you ; look, her name to that, A present respite ; I was sure of her : You are quite safe : here, take it in your hands : I am faint with the end of pain. Read there. Chastelard. Reprieve ? Wherefore reprieve .^ Wlio has done this to me ? Mary Beaton. I never feared but God would have you live. Or I knew well God must have jjunished me ; Rut 1 feared nothing, had no sort of fear. What makes vou stare u])on the seal so hard.? ' Will you not read now ? Chastelard. A rejirieve of life — Reprieving me from living. Nav, bv God, I count one death a bitter thing enough. Mary Beaton. See what she writes; your k)ve ; for love of you ; Out of her love ; a word to save vour life : But I knew this too though vou love me not : She is your love ; T knew tiiat : yea, by heaven. Chastelard. \'oii knew I had to live and be reprieved : .Sav I were bent to die now? Marv Beaton. Do not die, CHASTELARD. 21 F^or her sweet love's sake ; not for pity of me, You would not bear with life for me one hour ; But for hers only. Chastelard. Nay, I love you well, I wo-.ild not hurt you for more lives than one. But for this fair-faced paper of reprieve, We'll have no riddling to make death shift sides : Look, here ends one of us. [Tearing it. For her I love. She will not anger heaven with slaying me ; For me, I am well quit of loving her; For you, I pray you be well comforted. Seeing in my life no man gat good by me, A.nd by my death no hurt is any man's. Alary Beaton. And I that loved you .'' nay, I loved you ; nay, Why should your like be pitied when they love t Her hard heart is not yet so hard as yours. Nor God's hard heart. I care not if you die. These bitter madmen are not fit to live. I will not have you touch me, speak to me, Xor take farewell of you. See you die well. Or death will play with shame for you, and win. And laugh you out of life. I am right glad I never am to see you an/ more, For I should come to hate you easily; I would not have you live. \Exit. Chastelard. She has cause enow. I would this wretched waiting had an end. For I wa.x feebler than I was : God knows I had a mind once to have saved this flesh, And made life one with shame. It marvels me This girl that loves me should desire so much To have me sleep with shame for bed- fellow A whole life's space ; she would be glad to die To escape such life. It may be, too, her love Is but an amorous quarrel with herself, Not love of me, but her own wilful soul . Then she will live, and be more glad oi this Than girls of their own will and thei: heart's love Before love mars them : so God go with her ! For mine own love — I wonder will she come Sad at her mouth a little, with drawn cheeks And eyelids wrinkled up.'' or hot and quick To lean her head on mine and leave her lips Deep in my neck? For surely she must come ; And I should fare the better to be sure What she will do. But as it please my sweet ; For some sweet thing she must do if she come, Seeing how I have to die. Now three years since. This had not seemed so good an end for me ; But in some wise all things wear round betimes, And wind uj) well. Yet doubtless she might take A will to come my way, and hold my hands, And kiss me some three kisses, throat, mouth, eyes. And sav some soft three words to soften death : I do not see how this should break her ease. Nay, she will come to get her warrant back : By this no doubt she is sorely penitent, Her fit of angrv mercy well blown out. And her wits cool again. She must have chafed A great while through for anger to be- come So like pure pity ; they must have fret ted her 22 CIIASTELARD. Nigh mad for anger : or it may be mis- trust, She is so false ; yea, to my death I think She will not trust me ; alas the hard sweet heart ! As if my lips could hurt her any way But by too keenly kissing of her own ! Ah ! false poor sweet fair lips that keep no faith, They shall not catch mine false or dan- gerous ; They must needs kiss me one good time, albeit They love me not at all. Lo, here she comes, For the blood leaps and catches at my face; There go her feet, and tread upon my heart; Now shall I see what way I am to die. Enter the QuEEN. Queen. What! is one here? Speak to me, for God's sake : Where are you lain? Chastelard. Here, madam, at your hand. Queen. Sweet lord, what sore pain have I had for you, And been most patient ! — Nay, you are not bound. If you be gentle to me, take my hand. Do you not hold me the worst heart in the world ? Nay, you must needs; but say not yet you do. I am worn so weak, I know not how I live : Reach me your hand. Chastelard. Take comfort and good heart ; All will find end; this is some grief to you, But you shall overlive it. Come, fair love ; Be of fair cheer : I say you have done no wrong. Queen. I will not be of cheer: I have done a thing That will turn tire and burn mc. Tell inc not ; If you will do nie comfort, whet your sword. But if you hate me, tell me of sof things. For I hate these, and bitterly. Look up; Am I not mortal to be gazed upon ? Chastelard. Yea, mortal, and not hate> ful. Queeti. O lost heart ! Give me some mean to die by. Chastelard. Sweet, enough. You have made no fault; life is not worth a world. That you should weep to take it : would mine were, And I might give you a world-worthier gift Than 6ne poor head that love has made a spoil ; Take it for jest, and weep not : let me go, And think I died of chance or malady. Nay, I die well ; one dies not best abed. QueeJt. My warrant to reprieve you — ■ that you saw ? That came between your hands ? Chastelard. Yea, not long since. It seems you have no will to let me die. Queen. Alas ! you know I wrote it with my heart. Out of pure love; and since you were in bonds, I have had such grief for love's sake and my heart's, — Yea, by my life I have, — I could not choose But give love way a little. Take my hand ; You know it would have jnicked my heart's blood out To write reprieve with. Chastelard. Sweet, vour hands are kind ; Lay them about niy neck, upon my face. And tell me not of writing. Queen. Nay, by heaven, I would have given vou mine own blood to drink If that could heal you of your soul- sickness. Yea, they kni)W that, they curse me for yi)ur sake, Kail at niv love — Would God their heads were lojjped, CHASTELARD. 23 And we twain left together this side death ! But look you, sweet, if this my warrant hold You are but dead and shamed; for you must die, And they will slay you shamefully by force Even in my sight. Chastelard. Faith, I think so they will. Qiieeti. Nay, they would slay me too, cast stones at me. Drag me alive; they have eaten poison- ous words, They are mad, and have no shame. Chastelard. Ay, like enough. Queen. Would God my heart were greater ! but God wot I have no heart to bear with fear, and die. Yea, and I cannot help you: or I know I should be nobler, bear a better heart : But as this stands — I pray you for good love, As you hold honor a costlier thing than life — Chastelard. Well ? Queen. Nay, I would not be denied for shame ; In brief, I pray you give me that again. Chastelard. What, my reprieve .^ Queen. Even so ; deny me not, For your sake mainly : yea, by God you know How fain I were to die in your death's stead. For your name's sake. This were no need to swear. Lest we be mocked to death with a reprieve, And so both die, being shamed. What ! shall I swear ? What, if I kiss you ? must I pluck it out? You do not love me : no, nor honor. Come, I know you have it about you : give it me. Chastelard. I cannot yield you such a thing again; M'ot as I had it. Queen. A coward ? what shift now ? Do such men make such cravens ? Chastelard. Chide me not : Pity me that I cannot help my heart. Queen. Heaven mend mine eyes that took you for a man ! What, is it sewn into your fllesh .'* take heed — Nay, but for shame — what have you done with it .' Chastelard. Why, there it lies, torn up. Queen. God help me, sir ! Have you done this.? Chastelard. Yea, sweet ; what should I do? Did I not know you to the bone, mj sweet ? God speed you well ! you have a goodly lord. Queen. My love, sweet love, you are more fair than he, Yea, fairer many times : I love you much, Sir, know you that ? Chastelard. I think I know that well. Sit here a little till I feel you through In all my breath and blood for some sweet while. gracious body that mine arms have had, And hair my face has felt on it ! grave eyes, And low thick lids that keep since years agone In the blue sweet of each particular vein Some special print of me ! I am right glad That I must never feel a bitterer thing Than your soft curled-up shoulder and amorous arms From this time forth; nothing can hap to me Less good than this for all my whole life through. 1 would not have some new pain after this Come spoil the savor. Oh, your round bird's throat, More soft than sleep or singing ; your calm cheeks. Turned bright, turned wan with kissci hard and hot; 124 CHASTELARD. The beautiful color of your deep curved hands, Made of a red rose that had changed to white ; That mouth mine own holds half the sweetness of, Yea, my heart holds the sweetness of it, whence My life began in me, — mine that ends here Because you have no mercy; nay, you know You never could have mercy. My fair love. Kiss me again, God loves you not the less; Why should one woman have all goodly things ? You have all beauty ; let mean women's lips Be pitiful, and speak truth : they will not be Such perfect things as yours. Be not ashamed That hands not made like these that snare men's souls Should do men good, give alms, relieve men's pain : You have the better, being more fair than they; They are half foul, being rather good than fair ; You are quite fair: to be quite fair is best. Why, two nights hence I dreamed that I could sec In through your bosom, under the left flower, And there was a round hollow, and at heart A little red snake sitting, without spot, Tiiat bit — like this, and sucked up sweet — like this. And curled its lithe light body right and left. And quivered like a woman in act to love. Then there was some low fluttered talk i' the li))s. Faint sound of s(jft fierce words caress- ing them - Like a fair woman's v\hcn her love gets way. Ah! your old kiss — I know the ways of it: Let the lips cling a little. Take them ofT, And speak some word, or I go mad with love. Qi'een. Will you not have my chap lain come to you ."* Chastelard. Some better thing Ow' yours, — some handkerchief. Some fringe of scarf to make confes- sion to. You had some book about you that fell out — Queen. A little written book of Ron sard's rhymes. His gift, I wear in there for love of him — See, here between our feet. Chastelard. Ay, my old lord's, — The sweet chief poet, my dear friend long since .-* Give me the book. Lo you, this verse of his: With coming lilies in late April came Her body, fashioned whiter for their shame ; And roses, touched with blood since A don bled, From her fair color filled their lips with red : A goodly praise : I could not praise you so. I read that while your marriage-feast went on. Leave me this book, I pray you : I would read The hymn of death here over ere I die; I shall know soon how much he knew of death When that was written. One thing 1 know now : I shall not die with half a heart at least. Nor shift my face, nor weep my fauli alive ; Nor swear, if I might live, and do new deeds, I would do better. Let me keeji the book. Queen, ^'ea, keep it : as would God you haci kept your life CHASTELARD. 125 Out of mine eyes and hands ! I am wrung to the heart. This hour feels dry and bitter in my mouth, As if its sorrow were my body's food More than my soul's. There are bad thoughts in me, — Most bitter fancies biting me like birds That tear each other. Suppose you need not die ? Chastelard. You know I cannot live for two hours more. Our fate was made thus ere our days were made : Will you fight fortune for so small a grief "i But for one thing I were full fain of death. Queen. What thing is that ? Chastelard. None need to name the thing. Why, what can death do with me fit to fear? For if I sleep I shall not weep awake ; Or, if their saying be true of things to come, Though hell be sharp, in the worst ache of it I shall be eased, so God will give me back Sometimes one golden gracious sight of you — The aureole woven flower-like through your hair, And in your lips the little laugh as red As when it came upon a kiss and ceased, Touching my mouth. Queen, As I do now, this way,' With my heart after: would I could shed tears ! Tears should not fail when the heart shudders so. But your bad thought ? Chastelard. Well, such a thought as this: It may be, long time after I am dead, For all you are, you may see bitter days ; God may forget you, or be wroth with you : Then shall you lack a little help of me, And I shall feel your sorrow touching vou, A happy sorrow, though I may not touch, — I that would fain be turned to flesh again. Fain get back life to give up life for you, To shed my blood for help, that long ago You shed and were not holpen; and your heart Will ache for help and comfort, yea for love, And find less love than mine — for I do think You never will be loved thus in your life. Queen. It may be man will never love me more; For I am sure I shall not love man tv<'ice. Chastelard. I know not : men must love you in life's spite; For you will always kill them ; man by man Your lips will bite them dead; yea^ though you would. You shall not spare one ; all will die of you; I cannot tell what love shall do with these. Rut I for all my love shall have no might To help you more, mine arms and hands no power To fasten on you more. This cleaves my heart, That they shall never touch your body more. But for your grief — you will not have to grieve ; For being in such poor eyes so beauti- ful It must needs be as God is rnore than 1 So much more love he hath of you than mine ; Yea, God shall not be bitter with my lovCf Seeing she is so sweet. Queen. Ah ! my sweet fool, Think you, when God will ruin me for sin. My face of color shall prevail so much With him, so soften the toothed iron's edge 126 CHASTELARD, To save my throat a scar ? nay, I am sure I shall die somehow sadly. Chastclard. This is pure grief; The shadow of your pity for my death, Mere foolishness of pity: all sweet moods Throw out such little shadows of them- selves. Leave such light fears behind. You, die like me ? Stretch your throat out that I may kiss all round Where mine shall be cut through: sup- pose my mouth The axe-cdge to bite so sweet a throat in twain With bitter iron, should not it turn soft As lip is soft to lip? Qutcn. I am c|uitc sure I shall die sadly some day, Chastclard; I am quite certain. Chastclard. Do not think such things ; Lest all my next world's memories of you be As heavy as this thought. Queen. I will not grieve you ; Forgive me that my thoughts were sick with grief. What can I do to give you case at heart ? Shall I kiss now? I pray you, have no fear But that I love you. Chastclard. Turn your face to mc ; I do not grudge your face this death of mine; It is too fair — by God, you are too fair. What noise is that ? Qt4een. Can the hour be through so soon ? I bade them give me but a little hour. Ah! I do love you! such brief space for love ! I am yDurs all through, do all your will with me ; What if we lay and let them take us fast, Lips grasping lips? I dare do any thing. Chastelard. Show better cheer : let no man see you mazed ; Make haste and kiss me cover up your throat. Lest one see tumbled lace, and prate of it. Enter the Guard: Murray, Darn ley, Mary Hamilton, Mary Beaton, and others with thetn, Darnley. Sirs, do your charge ; let him not have much time. Mary Hamilton. Peace, lest you chafe the queen : look, her brows bend Chastelard. Lords, and all you come hither for my sake. If while my life was with me like a friend That I must now forget the friendship of, I have done a wrong to any man of yoii, As it may be by fault of mine I have ; Of such an one I crave for courtesy lie will now cast it from his mind and heed Like a dead thing ; considering my dead fault Worth no remembrance further than my death. This for his gentle honor and good-will I do beseech him, doubting not to finil Such kindliness if he be nobly made And of his birth a courteous race of man. You, my lord James, if you have aught toward me — Or you. Lord Darnley — I dare fear no jot, Whate'er this be wherein you were aggrieved. But you will pardon all for gentleness. Darnley. For my part — yea, well, if the thing stand thus. As you must die — one would not bear folk hard — And if the rest shall hold it honorable, Why, I do pardon you. Murray. Sir, in all things We find no cause to speak of you bui well r For all I see, save this your deadly fault. I hold you for a noble perfect man. Cha.^telard. I thank you, fair lord, for your nobleness. \o\\ likewise, for the courtesy you have CHASTELARD. 127 I give you thanks, sir ; and to all these lords That have not heart to load me at my death. Last, I beseech of the best queen of men, And royallest fair lady in the world, To pardon me my grievous mortal sin Done in such great offence of her : for, sirs. If ever since I came between her eyes She hath beheld me other than I am, Or shown her honor other than it is, Or, save in royal faultless courtesies, Used me with favor; if by speech or face. By salutation or by tender eyes, She hath made a way for my desire to live. Given ear to me or boldness to my breath ; I pray God cast me forth before day cease, Even to the heaviest place there is in hell. Yea, if she be not stainless toward all men, I pray this axe that I shall die upon May cut me off body and soul from heaven. Now for my soul's sake I dare pray to you : Forgive me, madam. Queen. Yea, I do, fair sir : With all my heart, in all I pardon you. Chastelard. God thank you for great mercies. — Lords, set hence ; I am right loath to hold your patience here; I must not hold much longer any man's. Bring me my way, and bid me fare well forth. \As they pass ojtt, the Queen stays Mary Beaton. Queeft. Hark hither, sweet. Get back to Holyrood, And take Carmichael with you : go both up In some chief window whence the squares lie clear, — Seem not to know what I shall do : mark that, — And watch how things fare under. Have good cheer ; You do not think now I can let him die.? Nay, this were shameful madness if you did, And I should hate you. Mary Beaton. Pray you love me, madam. And swear you love me, and will let me live, That I may die the quicker. Queen. Nay, sweet, see. Nay, you shall see, this must not seem devised ; I will take any man with me, and go ; Yea, for pure hate of them that hate him: yea. Lay hold upon the headsman, and bid strike Here on my neck; if they will have him die. Why, I will die too: queens have died this way For less things than his love is. Nay, I know They want no blood ; I will bring swords to boot For dear love's rescue though half earth were slain ; What should men do with blood } Stand fast at watch ; For I will be his ransom if I die. \^Exeiint. Scene HL — The Upper Chamber in Holyrood. Mary Beaton seated: ^^ARY Carmi- chael at a windo7o. Maiy Beaton. Do you see nothing ? Mary Carmichael. Nay, but swarm^ of men And talking women gathered in small space, Flapping their gowns and gaping with fools' eyes ; And a thin ring round one that seems to speak. Holding his hands out eagerly: no more. Mary Beaton. Why, I hear more : ] hear men shout The queen I 128 CHASTELARD. Mary Carmichacl. Nay, no cries yet. Mary Beaton. Ah ! they will cry out soon When she comes forth ; they should cry out on her: I hear their crying in my heart. Nay, sweet, Do not you hate her > All men, if God please. Shall hate her one day; yea, one day, no doubt, I shall worse hate her. Mary Carmichacl. Pray you, be at peace ; You hurt yourself : she will be nverciful ; What ! could you see a true man slain for you ? I think I could not ; it is not like our hearts To have such hard sides to them. Mary Beaton. Oh, not you, And I could nowise : there's some blood in her That does not run to mercy as ours doth; That fair face and the cursed heart in her Made keener than a knife for manslay- ing Can bear strange things. A/ary Cartnichael. Peace, for the peo- ple come. "Ah ! Murray, hooded over half his face With pluckcd-down hat, few folk about him, eyes Like a man angered ; Darnley after him. Holding our Hamilton above her wrist, His mouth put near her hair to whisper with — And she laughs softly, looking at his feet. Mary Beaton. She will not live long ; God hath given her Few days and evil, full of hate and love, I see well now. Mary Carmichael. Hark, there's their cry — The queen ! Fair life am/ loiii;, and good days to the queen ! Mary Beaton. Vca, but God knows. I feel such j)atiencc here As I were sure in a brief while to die. Mary Carmichael. She bends and laughs a little, graciously. And turns half, talking to I know not whom — A big man with great shoulders; ah I the face, You get his face now, — wide and dusk* ish, yea, The youth burnt out of it. A goodly man, Thewed mightily and sunburnt to the bone; Doubtless he was away in banishment, Or kept some march far off. Mary Beaton. Still you see nothing.^ Mary Carmichael. Yea, now they bring him forth with a great noise. The folk all shouting, and men thrust about Each way from him. Mary Beaton. Ah! Lord God, bear with me. Help me to bear a little with my love For thine own love, or give me some quick death. Do not come down ; I shall get strength again, • Only my breath fails. Looks he sad or blithe .? Not sad I doubt yet. Mary Cartnichael. Nay, not sad a whit. But like a man who losing gold or lands Should lose a heavy sorrow; his face set, The eyes not curious to the right or left, And reading in a book, his hands un- bound, With short fleet smiles. The whule place catches breath. Looking at him ; she seems at i)oint to speak : Now she lies back, and laughs, with her brows drawn And her lips drawn too. Now they read his crime. I see the laughter tightening her chin: Why do you bend your boily, and draw breath ? They will not slay him in her sight ; I am sure She will not have him slain. CHASTELARD. 129 Mary Beaton. Forth, and fear not : I was just ])raying to myself — one word, A prayer I have to say for her to God If he will mind it. Mary Cannichael. Now he looks her side ; Something he says, if one could hear thus far : She leans out, lengthening her throat to hear, And her eyes shining. Mary Beaton. Ah ! I had no hope ; Yea, thou God knowest that I had no hope. Let it end quickly. Mary Cannichael. Now his eyes are wide, And his smile great ; and like another smile The blood fills all his face. Her cheek and neck Work fast and hard ; she must have pardoned him, He looks so merrily. Now he comes forth Out of that ring of people, and kneels down ; Ah ! how the helve and edge of the great axe Turn in the sunlight as the man shifts hands ! It must be for a show : because she sits And hardly moves her head this way; I see Her chin and lifted lips. Now she stands up, Puts out her hand, and they fall mutter- ing I Ah! Mary Beaton. It is done now ? Alary Car?nichael. For God's love, stay there ! Do not look out. Nay, he is dead by this; But gather up yourself from off the floor. Will she die too? I shut mine eyes, and heard — Sweet, do not beat your face upon the ground. Nay, he is dead and slain. Mary Beaton. What ! slain indeed ? I knew he would be slain. Ay, through tlie neck ; I knew one must be smitten through the ' neck, To die so quick : if one were stabbed to the heart. He would die slower. Mary Cartnichael. Will you behold him dead? Mary Beaton. Yea : must a dead man not be looked upon That living one was fain of? give me way. Lo you, what sort of hair this fellow had ; The doomsman gathers it into his hand To grasp the head by for all men to set : I never did that. Mary Carfnichael. For God's love, let me go ! Mary Beaton. I think sometimes she must have held it so. Holding his head back, see you, by the hair, To kiss his face, still lying in his arms. Ay, go and weep : it must be pitiful If one could see it. What is this they say? So perish the queen'' s traitors ! Yea, but so Perish the queen ! — God, do thus much to her For his sake only : yea, for pity's sake Do thus much with her. Mary Cartnichael. Prithee, come in with me : Nay, come at once. Mary Beaton. If I should meet with her. And spit upon her at her coming in — But if I live then shall I see one day When God will smite her lying harlot's mouth, — Surely I shall. Come, I will go with you ; We will sit down together face to face Now, and keep silence ; for this life is hard. And the end of it is quietness at last. Come, let us go : here is no word to say. An usher. Make way there for the lord of Bothwcll ; room, — Place for my lord of Bothwell next the queen. BOTHWELL: A TRAGEDY. jroAAa fitp 7a Tptifm fidfa btifjiOiTtov a.\ri, noi/Tia,. t' ayfcdAat xviaiiXiitv Aa/ui7ra(Scs~ TTcSaopoi, wrat'd Tt xal n(6oPa.tJ.ova, Ka.v( fkoivTuv cdyiiuip <}>jidp«T'iV rATj/utdvwv ; Kal Trai'ToAixou? epojTa? araccri avyuopiOV^ fipoTuiVf (v^vyov<; 6' 6p.avXia<: ; OrjAuKpaTTj? aTrepwTO? tpio? wapat'iKa KV\t)b6.Ku>V T€ Kal fipCTWl', Aesch. CAo. 585-401. A VICTOR HUGO. COMME un fleuve qui donne h I'oc^an son %.me, J'apporie au lieu sacr^ d'ou le vers tonne et luit Mon dranie epique et plein de tumulte et de flammc, Ou vibre un si^cle dteint, oil flotte un jour qui fuit. Un pcuple qui rugit sous les pieds d'une femme Passe, el son souffle emplit d'aube el d'ombre et de bruit Un ciel apre et guerrier qui luit comme une lame Sur I'avenir deb^ut, sur le passd deiruit. Au fond des cieux hagards, par I'orage battue, Une figure d'ombre et d'etoiles vetue Pleure et menace et brille en s'evanouissanl; Ecbir d'amour qui blesse et de haine qui tue, Fleur eclose au sommet du sioclc cblouissant, Rose a tige epineuse et que roogit le sang. DRAMATIS PERSONS Mary Stuart. Marv Beaton. Maky Sevton. Maky Carmichael. Jane Cokdon. Countess 0/ Bothwell. 1a>£T Stuart, Countess of A rgyle. Margaret Lady Dougi-/\s 0/ Lochleven. Lauy Reres. , Henry Lord \^Ky^^v^\, King Consort. James Heihlrn, Earl of Bothwell. James Stuart, Earl of Murray. James LRmglas, Earl 0/ Morton. William Maitland of Lethington, Secreta- ry of Stuff. iOHN Knox. )avid Rizzio. The Earls of lIuNTLEY, Argyle, Caithness, Rothes, Cassilis, Athoi,, and Mar. Lords HicKKiKs, Lindsay, Kuiiiven, Flem- ing, SkYTON, lioYD, OcUlLTKKli, HuME, AkiiKUATH, and Maxwio-L, 130 The younger RuTHVEN. The Master of Ochiltree, son to Lord Ochiltree. The Master of Maxwell, son to Lord Her' ries. Sir James Melville. Sir Robert Melville. Sir George Douglas, uncle to Darnley. Sir William Douglas of Lochleven. .George Douglas, his brother. Sir William Kirkaldy of Grange. Lord Robert Stuart, Abbot of St. Cross. r>u Croc, Ambassador from E'rance. Sir Nicholas Throgmorton, Ambasscuior from England. John Hamilton, Archbishop of St. An- drew's. John Leslie, Bishop of Ross. Arthur Kkskine, Laf tain of the Guard. Anthony Stanuen and Stuakt of Trat QUAiK, Equtrriet, BOTH WELL. 131 John Erskinb 0/ Dun. Andrew Ker 0/ Fauldonside. Henry Drummond 0/ Ricarton. Archibald Beaton. John Hepburn 0/ Bolton, Ormiston, Hay e^ Talla, Conspirators with Bothivell. Crawford, Nelson, Taylor, servants to Darnley, Nicholas Hubert, surnamed Paris, sev' vant to Bothwell. The Provost of Edinburgh. Robert Cunningham, steward to the Earl 0/ Lennox. ■ Page and Girl attending on Lady Lochbeven. Burgesses, Citizens, Soldiers, Attendants, etc. Time, March 9, 1566, to May 16, 1568. ACT I. — DAVID RIZZIO. Scene I. — Holyrood. Enter Darnley and Mary Carmi- CHAEL. Darnley. But you will not believe me though you hear; You have no. faith: you steeV by sight, and see This fellow gilt and garnished with her grace Sit covered by the 'queen where lords stand bare, And jet before them lordlier; and the sight Makes firm your faith that in his hand and eye This land is but a harp to play upon. Whose strings may turn to serpents or to swords. To maim his hand or charm his eye to death. You have no faith to see this, or to read The sentence that ensuing shall write me king, And worth men's fears or faiths: lo! now you laugh, As though my hope were braggart, and myself A fool and mouthpiece of its foolish vaunt : You have no faith. Alary Carmichael. I have no wit nor will To choose between St. David for my lord And sweet St. Henry. Darnley. Nay, Ring David now, King David psalmist ; but for all his song I doubt he hath lost the old trick of touch he had Once in the sword-play. Mary Carmichael. See you play not Saul, Who are something of his stature in our eyes. Much of his mighty presence ; be it not said He hath snipt your skirts already. Darnley. Who said that ? Who speaks of me so, lies to the blood and bone, To the heajt and soul lies. I am no king mayhap, — I do not say yet I shall die no king : God knows that, and is wise, — but man I am, Look else, who love you — Mary Carmichael. Sir, be king for me, It shall content my will to you-ward, seeing I take you to be royal, and myself Honest. Darnley. Why honest ? what a gibe is this? What make you of me ? Mary Carmichael. Yea, what should I make ? 'Tis time I were on service. Darnley. Oh, the queer's? She gets good service, excellent service done. And worthy servants hath she, — a lib- eral queen. Well, if you will. \Exit Mary Carmichael. I would the month were out. If earth were easier by just one less knave» 132 BOTH WELL. I might sleep well and laugh and walk at case. With none to mate me. Enter Morton. Ah ! my good lord and friend, I had somewhat I would say — but let words be. The man you know of, I would you had made him safe ; I would have told you this much. Morlofi. Sir, the earl Murray being with us in the main thing here, Though he keep hand from the red handiwork. Shall enough help us. Dartiley. Let him know it not, then : Let him stand by : he must not know it. Why, well, It is the more our honor : yet would God He, being not with us, were not any- where. But dead, sir, dead! I say, who hath eyes to see May see him dangerous to us, and mani- fest. Ye have no eyes who see not : for my part, I noted him at once. Sir, by this light. When 1 first saw him — and I have eyes to see — I knew what manner of meaning in his face Lav privy and folded up and sealed and signed. I would you lords had sight and heart like mine : He should not long live daijgerous; yet, God wot. For my p Morton. You saw first surely, and some one spo4ce first out — \'ou had eyes, he tongue — and both bear witness now If this must be or not be. Darnley. Death, is that .> I must kill— bid you kill him.' Morton. Nowise, sir; As little need of one as the other is here ; As little of cither as no need at all. Darnley. You doubt or hand or tongue, then, sir, of mine.-' I would not strike, if need were, o9 bid strike ? Morton. Neither we doubt, nor nei- ther do \vc need — Having you with us. Darniev. 'Twas but so you meant ? I had else been angry — nay, half wroth I was — Not as I took it — I had eUc been wroth indeed. BOTH WELL. 135 Morton. That had been grievous to me and perilous, This time of all times. Darnley. Ay, you need me, ay; I am somewhat now then, somewhat- more than wont. Who thus long have been nothing — but will be ? Well, so, I am with you. Shall he die — how soon ? To-day I had said, but haply not to- day — There might fall somewhat, something slip awry. In such swift work, ha .^ Then, what day .'' Perchance Twere better he died abed— or were there charms, Spells — if himself though be not witch, drug-proof *Tis like^ and devil-witted, being a knave Born poisonous and bred sorcerous like his kind — We have heard what manner of plague his south land spawns. What sort of kith and kin to hell and him. How subtle in starry riddles and earth's roots The dog-leeches that kill your soul in you. Or only body, or both, as Catherine please, Mother that was to our Mary — have we not ? We must look to it, and closely look. Morton. My lord. Of so much being so sure, of this be too ; That surely and soon in some wise very sure We are quii of him with God's help or without. Darnley. Why, that were well. I hold you resolute ; I pray you stay so, and all is well enough. We have talked our time out — you had all to say — All the thing's carriage — and my mind to take. Which with plain heart I have made you understand. ' My Jtiind is, he must die then : keep you there. \Extt. Morton. Had God but plagued Egypt with fools for flies, His Jews had sped the quicker. Enter Marv Beaton. Is the queen risen, Lady? Mary Beaton. Not yet. Was not the king with you ? I heard him high and shrill. Morton. Ay, he was here. If anywhere the king be. Vou are sad, Mary Beaton. I am not blithe of bearing, I wot well, Hut the word sad is sadder than I am. Is he not vexed "i Morton. I have never seen him else, Save when light-heartedness and loose- hung brain Have made him proud and drunken: as of late He has been but seldom. There's one sad at least ; If it be sad to hang the head apart. Walk with brows drawn and eyes dis- c|uieted. Speak sullen under breath, and shrug and swear. If any move hiin, and then again fall dumb; He has changed his fresher manner, and put off What little grace made his ungracious youth Fair in men's eyes a little ; if this last. He will not long last in men's lordship here. Except by love and favor shown of the queen. Mary Beaton. There he sits strong in surety ; yet men say He is discontent, disheartened, for dis- taste Of the like love and favor shown of her (Or not the like, yet too much near the like) Toward Rizzio ; but such men, seeing visionary, Run wide in talk, and sleep with speech awake And sight shut fast : are you not of my mind ? '3^ BOTH WEI J.. Morton. I am most of theirs whose mind is most toward hers, As whose should be most noble ; but in truth Mine own is moved to hear her gra- cious heart Mismadc of, her clear courtesies mis- read, Mislikcd }ier liking, her good will ma- ligned. Even of his mouth who owes life, breath, and place, Honor and title, even to that clear good will To that her grace, liking, and courtesy. Mary Beaton. You mean our lord and hers and king of Scots? Morton. As kingly a king as master- ful a lord. And no less hers than ours ; as strong each way. Mary Beaton. And he misreads so much the queen's pure heart As to mistake aloud her manner of life, And teach the world's broad open j)u])ular car liis graceless commentary on her mere grace And simjilc favor shown a simple knave, Her chamber-child, hervarlet? a poor man, Stranger, skilled little in great men's policies — Which is strange too, seeing he hath had some chance To learn some tricks of courts and embassies, Being therein bred, and not so very a fool But one might teach him — yet no (i(jul>t .1 man. Save for such teaching, simple and in- nocent ; Only what heart, what spirit and wit he has, Being hot and close as fiie on the old faith's side And the Krench party's — if his wit were great, It might do more than simple scrviic soon. Having her heart as 'twere by the eai which leans Still toward his saying or singing ; but ye know There is no peril in him, and the king More fool than he a knave. Morton. Well, I know not ; My skill is small in tunes, yet I can tell Discord between kings' ear and peo- ple's tongue. Which hearing as in spirit I forebear Harsh future music in a state mistuned. If such men lay but hand upon the keys, Touch ne'er so slight a string of policy With ne'er so light a finger: I would the queen, For the dear faith I bear her, saw but this. Or that the lords were heavier-eyed to see. Mary Beaton.. Are they so keen of soul as of their sight, — To slay wrong as to see wrong."* Morton. 'P'aith, with us The hand is matched against the eye for speed ; And these no slower in stroke of sight and sword Than their sharp-sighted swift-souled forefathers. I say not this that you should gather fear Out of my saying to sow in the car of the queen ; But for truth's sake; and truly I do not fear That I have put fear in you, for you seem Not lightly fearful to me. Mary Beaton. I would not be, Where I might keep good heart anc open eye, Nor blind nor fevered with foolhardi- ness, As here mcseems T may keep; for I see No hurt yet nor hurt's danger steer in sight. Save the mere daily danger of high- raised heads To be mis-sf)okc-n and mis-seen of men, WhiLh is not for high-sealed hearts to fear. \\ BOTH WELL. 137 Morton. Her heart is high enough, and yours as hers : You shall do well to hold your courage fast, Keeping your wits awake ; whereof myself I make no doubt, howbeit men fear the queen, Having our bitter folk and faith to fight, Out of sharp spirit and high-heartedness May do such things for love's sake or for wrath's As fools for fear's sake : which were no less harm (Turning her wit and heart against her- self) Than to be coward or witless. Fare you well : I will not doubt but she is well advised. \^Exit. Mary Beaton. He is but dead by this, then. I did know it ; And yet it strikes upon me sudden and sharp, As a thing unforethought on. It is strange To have one's foot as mine is on the verge. The narrowing threshold of a thing so great. To have within one's eyeshot the whole way. The perfect reach of fate from end to end, From life to life replying and death to death This is the first hour of the night, and I The watcher of the first watch, by whose lamp The starless sky that grows toward birth of stars And the unlit earth and obscure air are seen Pale as the lamp's self yet not well alight. Yet by the light of my heart's fire, and mind Kindled, I see what fires of storm, what flaws, What windy meteors and cross-counter- ing stars. Shall be through all the watches to the And bloodlike sunrise of the fire-eyed day. I am half content already ; and yet I would This watch were through. Enter the Queen, Rizzio, and Mary Seyton. Queen. Nay, it is later, sure : I am idle, I am idle, and flattered : you say wrong. To find my sloth some pardonable plea, Which is not pardonable ; a perfect sin, One writ among the sorest seven of all; Enough to load the soul past penitence. Am I not late indeed "i speak truth and say. Rizzio. To watchers the sun rises evei late. Though he keep time with summer; but your grace Keeps earlier than the sun's time. Queen. 'Tis but March, And a scant spring, a sharp and starve* ling year. How bitter black the day grows! one would swear The weather and earth were of this people's faith, , And their heaven colored as their thoughts of heaven, Their light made of their love. Rizzio. If it might please you Look out, and lift up heart to summer- ward. There might be sun enough for seeing and sense, To light men's eyes at, and warm hands withal. Queen. I doubt the winter's white is deeper dyed And closer worn than I thought like to be; This land of mine hath folded itself round With snow-cold, white, and leprous mis- belief. Till even the spirit is bitten, the blood pinched, And the heart winter-wounded ; these starved slaves That feed on frost, and suck the snowi for drink. I3S BOTH WELL. Hati»ig the light for the heat's sake, love the cull! • Wc want sonic hotter fire than summer or sun To burn their dead blood through, and change their veins. Rizzio. Aladam, those fires are all but ashen dust . 'Tis by the sun we have now to walk warm. If I had leave to give good counsel tongue And wisdom words to work with, I would say, Rather by favor and seasonable grace Shall your sweet light of summer-speak- ing looks Melt the hard mould of earthen hearts, and i^ut Spring into spirits of snow. Your hus- band here, Who was my friend before your lord, being grown Doubtful, and eyil-eyed against him- self. With a thwart wit crossing all counsel, turns From us-ward to their close fierce inti- macy Who are bitterest of the faction against fp.lth. And through their violent friendship has become His own and very enemy, being moved Of mere loose heart to vex you. Now there stands On the other hand, in no wise bound to him, Knl as your rebel and his enemy Cast forth condemned, one that called home again Might be a bond between the time and )r)U, Tying the wild world tamer to your hand. And in your husband's hot and unreined mouth As bit and bridle against his wandering will. Queeu. What name is his who shall so strengtlien mc ? iiiztio. Vour father gave hiui half a biulhcr's nanic. Quee>i. I have no brother : a blood less traitor he is Who was my father's bastard born. By heaven, 1 had rather have his head loose at my foot Than his tongue's counsel rounded in mine ear Rizzio. I would you had called hiir, out of banishment. Queeu. Thou art mad, thou an mad . l)rate me no more of him. Rizzio. He is wise, and we need wis dom ; penitent, And God, they say, loves most his peni- tents ; Stout-hearted and well-minded toward your grace. As you shall work him, and beguilable Now at your need if you but will he be. And God he knows if there be need ol such. Queen. No need, no need : I am crowned of mine own heart, And of mine own will weaponed; am 1 queen To have need of traitors' leave to live by, and reign By the God's grace of these } I will not have it ; Toward (}od I swear there shall be no such need. Rizzio. Yet if there were no need, less harm it were To have him easily on your royal side While the time serves that he may serve you in, — Less harm than none, and profit more than less. Qrieen. He is a misborn traitor and heretic ; And of his own side baffled, a flat fooJ, Who thought to have comfort of Eliza- beth, Large furtherance of my swect-souled sister's love, Grace and sure aid of her good plighted word, . Her honorable and precious jilighted word, And secret seal to help him; as she durst not, Yea, she would (;un aiid durst noC BOTH WELL. 39 Rizzio. Please you note — Queen. It shall not please me; I say- she hath made him kneel, (And this does i)lease me indeed) hath seen him down, Seen him and spurned him kneeling from her foot. As my born traitor and subject. David, nay, But hath 'thy careful love not made thee mad, Whose counsel was my sword against him once ? Why, thou wast sworn his slayer; and all that while He held up head against us, thy one word Bade strike him dead of all men. What ! hast thou Fairly forgot his puri)ose, were I taken. To speed thee out of life ? his seQret bond. Sealed with himself in spirit, thou shouldst die ? Wast thou not trothplight with that soulless boy, Ere he might thee, to rid him out of life ? Nay, and thou knowest how dear a cause I have. And thou, to slay him when the good chance comes, Which God make speedy toward us ! by my hand, Too little and light to hold up his dead head. It was my hope to dip it in his life Made me ride iron-mailed, a soldieress. All those days through we drove them here and there. Eastward from Fife, and hither and forth again. And broken to the border ; yea, all day 1 thoug-ht how worth his life it were to ride Within the shot-length of my saddlebow And try my poor and maiden soldier- ship. And now I am bidden, and you it is bid me, Reach my hand forth forgivingly and meek T© strike with his for love and policy ? He is beaten and broken, without help of hope. Who was mine enemy ever, and ever I knew How much he was mine enemy; and now maimed. Wounded, unseated from his power of place. Shall I raise up again and strengtheti him, Warm and bipd up his cold and o'er bled wounds With piteous cordials.'* nay, but when I do. May he have strength to wreak his will on me, And I be flung under his feet I be- side. He was your mocking-stock this short while since : You swore, men tell me, Daniot told it me, — Your ghostly man of counsel, — why, to him, He says, you swore the bastard should not bide With you in Scotland; it made anger at you. Put passion in their mouths who bear you hard. That you should threaten kinglike. Hath he moved you To change your heart and face toward him at once, Or do you mock, or are struck mad indeed. That now you turn to bid me cry him home. Make much of him and sing him to my side ? Rizzio. For all this, madam, if I be not mad. It were well done to do it. He is a man Well-loved, well-counselled, and though fast in faith, Yet howsoever in strong opinion bound, Not so much over-ridden of his own mind As to love no man for faith's single sake ; No fire-brained preacher nor wild-witted knave. 140 BOTH WELL. But skilled and reared in state and soldiership. What doth it need you to misthink of me ? Say it is but this jewel he sends n»e here That pleads his part before yoa; say I am his And not your servant, or not only of )0U Made and again unmakable ; 'tis truth, He hath given me ^ifts to be his coun- sel to you, And I have taken, and here I plead his part, Seeing my life hangs upon your life, and yours. If it be full and even and fortunate In spite of foes and fears and friends, must hang On his, unbound from these and bound to you. Wt have done ill, having so mighty a match, So large a wager on this turn of time. To leave the stakes in hand of a lewd boy, A fool and thankless ; and to save the game We must play privily, and hold secret hands. Queen. I will not have his hand upon my part. Though it were safe to sweep up gold and all. Rizzio. But till our side be strong; then cast him off. When he hath served to strengthen you- so much . You have no need of any strength of his. Bear with him but till time be, and we touch The heart of the hour that brings our chance to catch Hope by the flying hair, and to our wneel Bind fortune and wind-wavering m.ij- esty. To shift no more in the air of any change, But hang a steady star ; then, when the faith Sits crowned in us that serve her, and you hold The triple-treasured kingdom in your lap. What shall forbid you set a sudden foot Where it may please you, on thcii hearts or heads That in their season were found service able, k And now are stones of stumbling i* \ Time shapes all : And service he may do you, or else offence. Even as you handle this sharp point of time, To turn its edge this wary way or that; And for the land and state, why, having served. He may be seasonably stript out of these When you would do some friend a courtesy Who has still been found secret and Catholic, A lantern's eye of counsel in close dark, While he did blind man's service ; but till then Let him keep land and name, and all he will. And blindly serve to the blind end in trust. To wake a naked fool. That this may be, I am firm in faith, may it be but with youv will. Queen. He will not lielp us beat his own faith down ; He is no hawk to seel and then to un- hood. Fly at strange fowl, and pluck back blind again. Rizzio. Bethink you, madam, he only of all his kind Stood out against men hotter in heresy, Spake down 'their si)eeches, overbore Pope Knox, Broke with his cardinal's college of shrewd saints, In your free faith's defence, that would have barred you From custom of religion ; and I wol, BOTH WELL. 141 Save for his help, small help had found my queen From Huntley or Hamilton, her faith- fellows, Or any their co-worshippers with her. Queen. Thou art ever saying them wrong ; they are stout and sure, Even they that strove for honor's sake with us : Their one least fault I am minded to forgive ; True friends in faith, my dear own blood and kin, No birthless bastards nor mistitled men. It pleased me bid him into banish- ment. And shall not lightly please me bid him back. Rizzio. Yet some men banished for no less a cause. It has been known, you have loosed from banishment I tell you for true heart. Queen. Nay, I well know it. You are good and faithful to ils, God quit it you, And well of us loved back; how much, you know, • Put more than is our fear of men's mis- saying. For me, I find no such foul faultiness In the lord Bothwell but might well be purged .After long trial of English prison-bands And proof of loyal lips and close true heart Whereout no gaoler could pluck dan- gerous speech, And then with overpassing to and fro The strait sea wide enough to wash him white 'Twixt France and us : and all this jar- ring year You have seen with what a service, in full field. Oft in our need he hath served us ; nor was it Such matter of treason and nowise par- donable To mix his wits with Arran's broken brain In their device to entrap mine hand with his For high state's sake and strong-winged jiolicy, When he was matched with me in most men's mouths. And found not yet for changeling or for fool. But howsoever, it pleased me pardon him ; And a stout spear for warden have I won. I have holp myself in help of him, who now Hath with good works undone his dead misdeeds, And left their memory drowned in the under sea That swept them out and washed him in again, A man remade ; and fail me whoso fails, Him 1 hold fast my friend ; bui those cast out That rose up right between my will and me To make me thrall and bondslave to their own, Giving me prison and them swift banish- ment Whom I gave honor, and cast the crown away. And break the old natural heart of royalty, For foul faith's sake or craft of their niiscreed ; That smote with sword or speech against all state, Not through blind heat or stumbling hardihood, l^ut hate of holiness and height of mind. Hateful to kingly truth, hate'rs of kings ; Them though I i)ardon I would not take to trust, Nor bind up their loose faith with my belief. For all assurances of all men born. Resides, I hate him, singly. Rizzio. I have said, and say : Do you as time will turn it; time turns all. Queen. I do believe there is no man's estate So miserable, so very a helpless thing. So trodden und&r and overborne, as mine. 142 BO Til WELL. ['Or first the man that I set up for lord, For master of mine and mate of only me. Have I perforce put forth of my shamed bed, And broken on his brows the kingless crown. Finding nor head for gold nor hand for steel Worth name of king or husband, but the throne Lordless, the heart of marriage hus- bandless, Through his foul follies; then in the utter world, In the extreme range and race of my whole life Through all changed times and places of its change, Having one friend, I find a foe of him To my true sense and soul and spirit of thought That keeps in peace the things of its own peace, Secret and surely: in faith, this frets my faith. Distunes me into discord with myself, That you should counsel me against my soul. I pray you, do not. Rizzio. Nay, I will no more. Hut if you take not Murray again to trust At least in short sweet seeming for some while, So to subdue him as with his own right hand And all chief with him of his creed and crew, Then, cleaving to the old counsel, sud- denly Have him attainted, and being so brought in Hy sumnKjns as your traitor, with good speed Have off his head; let him not live to turn ; Choose you sure tongues to doom him, hands to rid. And be his slaying his sentence; for tl)e rest. Make to you friends Argyle and Cha- tclhcrault And such more temperate of their fac- tion found As may be servants to your pardoning hand If they be separable ; but anywise In pardoning these, forgive not half his fault With half their pardon; cut no branch of his. But the root only; strike not but at heart When you strike him : he hath done and borne too much To live 'twixt that and this unrecon- ciled, Having on this hand his conspiracy, On that your proclamation ; his head priced, His life coursed after with hot hound and horn, His wife thrust forth hard on her trav- ailing time, With body soft from pangs and deli- cate. To roam in winter-bound and roofless woods : These things not wholly with your grace wij^ed off, And washed with favor and fair-faced love away. Must work within him deadly and des- perate. Queen. Now I find your counsel in you, no strange tongue, But the old stout speech and sure ; and this same day Will I set hand to it. I have chosen the lords That shall attaint in council these men fled. Of mortal treason ; and some two hours hence My tongue through their strange lii)s shall sjieak him dead Who is only my heart's hated among men. I am gay of heart, light as a spring south-wind, To feed my soul with his foretasted death. \'ou know the reason I have, you know the right BO Til WELL. 143 And he the danger of it, being no fool, For fool he is not ; I would he were but fool. Oh, I feel dancing motions in my feet, And laughter moving merrily at my lips, Only to think him dead and hearsed; or hanged — That were the better. I could dance down his life, Sing my steps through, treading on his dead neck, For love of his dead body and cast-out soul. He shall talk of me to the worm of hell. Prate in death's ear, and with a speech- less tongue, Of my dead doings in days gone out. Sweet lord, David, my good friend and my chancel- lor, I thank you for your counsel. Rizzio. May it be Prosperously mine I but howsoever, I think It were not well, when this man is put down, Though Lethington be wily or Melville wise. To make your stay of any other man. Queen. I would I had no state to need no stay, God witness me, I had rather be reborn. And born a poor mean woman, and live low With harmless habit and poor purity Down to my dull death-day, a shep- herd's wife. Than a queen clothed and crowned with force and fear. Rizzio. Are you so weary of crowns, and would not be Soon wearier waxen of sheepfolds "i Queen. 'Faith, who knows? But I would not be weary, let that be Part of my wish. I could be glad and good. Living so low, with little labors set. And little sleeps and watches, night and day Falling and flowing as small waves in low sea From shine to shadow and back, and out and in Among the firths and reaches of low life: I would I were away and well. No more, For dear love talk no more of policy. Let France and faith and envy and England be. And kingdom go, and people : I had rather rest Quiet for all my simple space of life, With few friends' loves closing my life days in, And few things known, and grace of humble ways, — A loving little life of sweet small works. Good faith, I was not made for other life; Nay, do you think it.** I will not hear thereof ; Let me hear music rather, as simple a song. If you have any, as these low thoughts of mine. Some lowly and old-world song of quiet men. Rizzio. Then is the time for love- songs when the lip Has no more leave to counsel ; even so be it; I will sing simply, and no more counsel you. Queen. Be not unfriends ; I have made you wroth indeed, Unknowing, and pray you even for my no fault Forgive, and give me music; I am athirst For sweet-tongued pardon only. Rizzio. If this be harsh. The pardon be for fault enforced of mine. Love with shut wings, a little ungrown love, A blitid lost love, alit on my shut heart. As on an u}ihhnvn rose an iinjledged ikn>e : Feeble the Jlight as yet, feehU the flowir. And I said, Sho7o me if sleef< or love thou art. Or death or sorrow, or some obscurer power ; 144 BOTHIVELL. Show me thyself^ tf thoti be some such pcntwr, Jf fkou Ite i^oci or spirit , sorroio or /(we, yyiat J tnay praise Ihee for the thing thou art. And saying, I felt tny soul a sudden Jioiver Full-Jiedged of petals, atid thereon a dove Sitting full-feathered, singing at my heart. Yet the song^s burden heavier oti tny heart Than a man''s burden laid on a child's power. Surely most bitter of all sweet things thou art, And sweetest thou of all things bitter, love ; Aftd if a poppy or if a rose thy flower, iVe know fiot, nor if thou be kite or doz>e. But nightingale is none, nor any dove. That sings so long nor is so hot of heart For love of sorr-nv or sorrow of any love ; Nor all thy pain hath any or all thy p07ver. Nor any knows thee if bird or god thou art. Or whether a thorn to think thee, or whether a flower. But surely will I hold thee a glorious fower. And thy tongue surely yiuceter than the dove Muttering in mid leaves from a feri'ent heart Something divine of some exceeding loz'e, Jf thou being god out of a great god's power IVilt make me also the glad thing thou art. Will no fnan's mercy sho7V me where thou art. Thai I may bring thee of all my fruit and Jhnver, That with loud lips and with a mo/ten heart I may sing all thy praises, till the e, and seek one so7.'ereign Jlower, Whose thrall thou art, and sing for loz't of love. Queen. It sings too southerly for this harsh north; This were a song for summer-sleeping ears, One to move dancing measures in men's feet Red-shod with reek o' the vintage. Who went there ? What ! hear you not ? Mary Seyton. My lord of BothwelTs foot : His tread rings iron, as to battle-ward. Queen. Not his, it was not. See if it be indeed. 'Twas a good song Something he had with me — I thank you for your song — I know not what. Let him come in. Sir, be with us lo night — I knew it was late indeed — at supper time. Rizzio. Madam, till night I take my loyal leave. God give you good of all things. {Exit. Queen. Doth he mock me ? I care not neither; I know not. Stay with us. Enter Botmwki.l. Good morrow, sir : we bade you. did we not ? Be with us after noon; 'lis not noor. near, And you are truer than your own word ; and that, 'Tis a true man's and trusty. Bofhwell. True it slioul'lbe, Madam, if truth be ttue. and I vour thrall, And truth's for your s.ike. Queen. I would know of you — I know not what — sotnithing there was to know. I would you were not warden — as in truth BOTH WELL. 145 I think to unmake you — of the marches there. 'Tis a fierce office. You have a royal sword, At least a knightly ; 1 would not see it hacked rough In brawlmg border dangers. Botlnvcll. Anywhere Hand, hilt, and edge are yours, to turn and take. Use or throw by; you know it. Queen. I know it indeed. 1 have not many hearts with me, and hold Precious the hearts I have and the good hands. Ladies, we have somewhat with our servant here That needs no counsel and no ear of yours, So gives you leave. \Exetnil Maries. I know not why they are gone ; I have nothing with you secret. Bolhwell. Yea, one thing; You cannot help it; your face and speech and look Are secret with me in my secret heart. Queen. I know not that; 1 would I did know that. 'Tis yet not twelve days since I sa-w you wed To my dear friend, and with what eye you know Who would not, for all love that I might make And suit to you, give ear to me, and be In mine own chapel at the holy mass Made one with her ; for all the feast we kept, No jewel of mine bequeathed your wife might l)uy Consent of you to take her wedded hand After the church-rite of her faith and mine ; And how much love went with your policy, I cannot tell ; yet was my will content That you should wed her name and house, lo bring The race of Gordon on our side again. And have its ruin rebuilded and its might Restored to do us service ; so you said. And so I thought I knew your mind to stand ; Being so fast bound to mc, I need not doubt She could but hold you by the hand, and I That had you by the heart need grudge not that. While time gave order, and expediency Required of us allowance; but in faith I know not whether there be faith or no, Save in my heart, wherein 1 know too sure How little wisdom is to trust in man. So comes it, as you see, for all my show, I am ill at heart, and tired. Both-well. 'Tis your own blame. Queen. Yea, now, what would you have me .'' I am yours to do it : But you say nothing ; yet you say too much. My blame it is, my weary waste of breath. My wretched hours and empty blood- less life. My sleepy vigils and my starting sleeps, All by my fault — if it be fault to be More than all men loving, all women true, To hunger with the foodless heart of grief, And wither with the tearless thirst of eyes. To wander in wea"k thought through unsown fields. Past unreaped sheaves of vision ; to be blind, Weak, sick and lame of spirit and poor of soul. And to live loveless for love's bitter sake, And have to food loathing, and shame for drink. And see no cease or breach in my long life Where these might end or die; my fault it is. And I will kill my fault: for I that loved Will live to love no living thing again. Both-well, As you will, then. 140 nOTHlVRLL. Queen. Nay, do not tread on nic ; I am lying a worm out of your way, aiul )ou Turn back to bruise me. I am stricken sore enough ; Do not worse wound me ; I am hurt to the heart. You change and shift quicker than all good things, That all change quickly: I am fast, and cannot change. If you do hold me so, fast in your heart. You should not surely mock me. Bothwell. I mock you not. You are looser and lighter-tempered than the wind, And say I mock you : 'tis you mock yourself, And much more me that wot not of your mind ; What would you have, and would not. Queen. Nothing, I, Nothing but peace, and shall not. By my faith, I think no man ever loved woman well. You laugh, and thrust your lips up, but 'tis truth, — This that I think, not your light lewd man's thought, I>ut in my meaning it is bitter true. l)y heaven, I have no heart for any on earth, Any man else, nor any matter of man's. But love of one man ; nay, and never had. Bothwell. I do believe it, by myself I do. Who am even the self-same natured ; so T know it. Quecti. What heart have you to hurt me ? I am no fool To hate you for your heat of natural heart. I know vou have loved and love not all alike. But somewhat all ; I hate you not for that. When have I made words of it ? sought out times To wrangle with you .'' crossed you with myself? What have I said, what done, by saying or deed To vex you for my love's sake .•* and have been For my part faithful beyond reach of faith, Kingdomless queen, and wife unhus- banded. Till in you reigning I might reign and rest. I have kept my body, yea from wedded bed, And kept mine hand, yea from my sceptre's weight, That you might have me and my king- dom whole: What have these done to take you, what to keep, Worth one day's doing of mine yet.^ Ah ! you know. For all the shape and show of things without. For all the marriage and the bodilr bond And fleshly figure of community, I have loved no man, man never hath had me whole, I am virgin toward you : O my love, love, love. This that is not yours in me I abhor, I pray God for your sake it may be false. Foolish and foul : I would not have it man. Not manlike, and not mine, it shall not be. Being none of love's, and rootless in my soul. Not growing of my spirit but my blood ; I hate myself till it be born. Bofh-well. Ay, sweet. You talk now loud of love; but ten days since Was T not bid love well your friend, and be True husband to her? what swcet- tongucd preacher then Taught me how faith should best be kept by change Of passionate fear and pleasure and bright pain And all their strange sharp sweet so licitudes BO Tin VEIL. 147 For such good gifts as wisdom gives and takes ¥xom hand to married hand of them that wed ? Whose counsel was this wisdom ? whose command This that set sorrow and silence as one seal On the shut lips of foolishness and love ? Queen. I bade you not be wise ; or, if I bade, It was to be obeyed not. Both-well. Then indeed I did obey not, who did foolishly To do your bidding. Queen. Mine .^ did I say, Go ? Did I say, Love her "i did I say. Hate me ? As you must hate to love her. Yea, perchance I said all this ; I know not if I said ; But all this have you done ; I know that well. Both-well. Indeed I have done all this if aught I have, A.nd loved at all or loathed, save what mine eye Hath ever loathed or loved since first it saw That face which taught it faith, and made it first Think scorn to turn and look on change, or see How hateful in my love's sight are their eyes That give love's light to others. Queen. Tell her so, Not me ; I care not though you love your wife So well that all strange women's eyes and mine Are hateful to you. Oh, what heart have I, That jest and wrangle .? but indeed I thought You should do well to love her not, but wed, And make you strong, and get us friends — but, nay, God knows I know not what I thought, or why, When you should wed her: now I think but this, That if one love not, she does well to die ; And if one love, she does not well to live. I pray you, go ; not for my love who pray. But that for love's sake we thought well to part. And if we loved not it was well indeed. Go. Both-well. To what end .-* and whither ,-' whencesoe'er, I must come back. Queen. Not to my feet, not mine ; Where should his end be for a married man To lie down lightly, with all care cast off. And sleep more sound than in lov^j's lap ? for sleep Between the two fair fiery breasts of, love Will rest his head not oft, nor oft shut eyes. They say, that love's have looked on. Both-well. By that law, Mine eyes must wake forever. Queen. Nay, for shame. Let not the fire in them that feeds on' mine Strike fire upon my cheeks : turn off their heat ; It takes my breath like flame, and smothers me. What ! when I bid > Both-well. You have bid me d(y be- fore What you have chid me doing, bui never yet A thing so past all nature hard, u .. now Shall chide me for obedience. Queen. Well — ah nie ! — I lack the heart to chide ; I have borne too much, And haply too much loved. Abs I and now I am fain too much to show it; but he that made Made me no liar, nor gave me Craft with power To choose what I might hide at will, 01 show. 148 nOTIIlVEI.L. I am simplc-soulcd and sudden in my speech, Too swift and hot of heart to guard my lips Or else lie lightly : wherefore while I may, Till my time come to speak of hate or love, I will be dumb, patient as pity's self Gazing from Godward down on things of the earth, And dumb till the time be : would I were God ! Time should be quicker to lend help and hand To men that wait on him. I will not wait, Lest I wait over-long, no more than need, — By my long love, I will not. Were I a man, I had been by this a free man. Both-well. Be content. If I have any wit of soldiership, 'Tis not far off from this to the iron day That sets on the edge of battle, the bare blow. All that we fight or fret for. 'Tis not like Men will bear long with iheir own lin- gering hopes And hearts immitigable, and fiery fears That burn above dead ashes of things quenched Hotter for danger, and light men forth to fight, And from between the breaking ranks of war The flower must grow of all their fears and h()|)es, — Hopes of high ]:)romisc, fears made quick bv faith. Angers, ambitions ; which to gather and wear Must be our toil and garland. Quceu. My heart's lord, I put my heart and hands into your haml To hold and help: do you what thing in the world Shall seem well to you with them, they content Live with your love, or die. For my one part, I would I had done with need of for ging words. That 1 might keep truth pure upon my lips. I am weary of lying, and would not speak word more To mock my heart with, and win faith from men. But for the truth's sake of my love, which lies To save the true life in me. Botlnocll. It may be You shall not long need to dress love in lies : This plighted plague of yours hath few men friends To put their bodies between death and his. Queen. Nay, I think not ; and we shall shape us friends Out of the stuff of their close enmi- ties. Wherewith he walks inwoven and wound about To the edge and end of peril ; yet God knows If I iox all my cause would seek his death. Whose lips have stained me with report as foul As seem to mine their kisses, that like brands Sear my shamed face with tire to think on them ; Yet would I rather let him live, would God, Without mine honor or my conscience hurt. Divide from mine his star, or bid it set. And on my life lift up that light in heaven That is my day of the heart, my sun of soul. To shine till night shut up those loving eyes. That death could turn not from it ^though the fire Were quenched at heart that fed them. Nay, no more : Let me go hence, and weep not. iExit BOTHWELL. 140 Bolhwell. Fire, in faith, ! Enough to light hini down the way of the worm, And leave nie warmer. She went sud- denly : Doth she doubt yet ? I think, by God's light, no: I hold her over-fast by body and soul, — Flesh holds not spirit closer. Now what way To shift him over the edge and end of life, She laughs and talks of, yet keep fast my foot On the strait verge of smooth-worn stony things That we stand still or slide on.'' 'Tis a shoal Whereon the goodliest galleon of man's hope, That had no burning beacon such as mine Lit of her love to steer by, could not choose But run to wreck. Re-enter Mary Beaton. Mary Beaton. Pray you, my lord, a word. If you know aught of any new thing here. You will not be about the court to- night : If not, of my good will I' counsel you, Make hence in speed and secret, and have hope Till the next day lighten your days to come. Both-well. I had rather the close moon and stars a-night Lit me to love-bed : what warm game is here, That I must keep mine hand out ? Mary Beaton. Such a game As you shall win and play not, or my wit Is fallen in sickness from me. Sir, you know I am your friend, I have your hap at heart. Glad of your good, and in your crosses crossed : I pray you trust me, and be close and wise, For love of your own luck. Bothwt'll. Tell me one thing : What hand herein shall Master David hold .? Mary Beaton. I think he will not hold the like alive. \Exeunt. Scene II. — The High Street. Burgesses and Peoplk. First Citizen. Was it not shown long since when she came in. If God were glad of her ? Two days and nights Ere she brought strife among us, and again Two nights and days when first we saw her face, We saw not once by day the sun's in heaven, The moon's by night, or any space of stars. But thick sick mist corrupting the moist air With drench of darkness, so that scarce at noon Might man spy man a bow-shot's length away ; And in man's memory on that day of the year Was never a more dolorous face of heaven Seen so to scowl on summer, as to speak What comfort shall come with her to this land; But then were most eyes blind. Second Citizen. These five years since Has God filled full of signs that they ^might see. And sent his plagues to open them ; and most, This year or twain what portents of his hand Have writ us down in heaven and trembling earth For fearful flatterers and for faithless friends Whose fear and friendship have no part in him, Who knows not or can read not ? Famine, frost, Storms of stars crossing, and strange fires in the air, — Have these no tongues to chide 'with ? ISO BOTH WELL. Thini Citizen. Why, at first A man that was no seer might see what end Should come on us that saw the mass conic in, And held our hand when man by man feU off, And heart by heart was cooled of all its heat By sprinkled holy-water of the court In five days' space, tempering the fer- vent edge That had been fieriest on God's side: Lord James, Whose heart should weep now for it, or burn again With shame to think how he made strong their hands Who have "cast him out among the banished lords That lack their life in England, kept himself The chapel-door, that none who loved God's law Might slay the idolatrous and whorish priest In his mid sin ; and after mass was said Lord Robert and Lord John of Cold- ingham. Who then had put not off our cause, but sat With faithful men as fellows at God's board. Conveyed him to his chamber : there began The curse that yet constrains us, and must fall On more than these; of whom ye know this John Is now before the face o' the fire of God, And ere he died in desperate penitence, Men say, sent warning to his sister queen To turn her feet from those unquiet ways Wherein they tread behind the Pope's to hell. First Citizen. His life was like his brother's of St. Cross, As foul as need or friar's or abbot's be That had no shameful part in a king's race, And made such end as he that lives ma; make, Whose bastard blood is proud yet, and insults As might a prince's or a ])riest's indeed, Being Irulv neither, yet with either name Signed as in scorn; these are our lords, whose lust Breaks down men's doors to fetch their daughters forth. Even as his townsmen vexed the doors of Lot Till God sent on them fire, who spares but these For our shame's sake, because we spare, being men, And let our hands hang swordless, and the wrath Faint in our hearts, that though God send none down Should be made fire to make a fire of them. Third Citizen. These fools and foul that with them draw the king To shame and riotous insolence which turns Past hope and love to loathing, — these, though vile. Have in them less of poison than men's tongues Who for the queen's love boast in what brief while They will pluck down God, and plant Antichrist, And pull out Knox by the ears : thus Bothwell did, And yet stands higher than any head save his Who in disdain of danger fills his hands As full of gold as are his faithless lips Of lie-, and bloody counsels, and requires No less than part in all their forfeit lands That live in exile, so to turn his name From loon to lord, from stranger into Scot, And next the Pope's exalt it : while this king Sets all his heart to fleshly foolishness. The beastlike body that eats up the soul As a bird «narcd and eaten ; and in feaj BOTHWELL. 151 Of God and Rimmon, with a supi)le soul, Crooks his lithe knee for ci alt, and bows his back In cither's house, yet seeks no prophet's leave, Nor hears his saying that God shall spew the like Out of his mouth. Second Citizen. Yet this good grows in him, That he has fallen in anger with the queen For her knave's sake that was his closest friend. Chief craftsman and main builder of the match ; Yea, half his heart, brother and bed- fellow. Sworn secret on his side. Third Citizen. There are who think They have changed beds in very and shameful deed. And halved more than their own hearts. First Citizen. He came here On the Pope's party, against our kingly lords. Against the duke, our first more natu- ral head. Against the good-will of all godliness ; And hath he now cast their cords from him ? nay. This is the stormy sickness of ill blood Swelling the veins of sin in violent youth •That makes them wrangle, but at home and heart, Whatever strife there seem of hands abroad, They are single-minded in the hate of God. Did he not break forth into bitterness. Being warned by Knox of youth and empty heart, Yea, rail aloud as one made mad with wine ? Did he not lay devices with this knave That now ye say defiles him in his wife. To rid the noble Murray from their way, That they might ride with hotter spurs for hell > Second Citizen. God hath set strife betwixt them, that their feet Should not be long time out of their own snares. Here be the men we look for comfori from. Men that have God's mark sharp upon the soul ; Stout Ochiltree, and our main stay John Knox. Enter John Knox and Ochiltree. Ochiltree. Have you yet hope that for his people's sake God will leave off to harden her hard heart. That you will yet plead with her .•• John Knox. Nay, I know n ot ; But what I may by word or witness borne. That will I do, being bidden : yet indeed I think not to bring down her height of mind By counsel or admonishment. Her soul Is as a flame of fire, insatiable. And subtle as thin water; with her craft Is passion mingled so inseparably That each gets strength from other, her swift wit By passion being enkindled and made hot, And by her wit her keen and passionate heart So tempered that it burn itself not out, Consuming to no end. Never, I think, Hath God brought up against the peo- ple of God, To try their force or feebleness of faith, A foe than this more dangerous, nor of mood More resolute against him. Ochiltree. So long since You prophesied of her when new come in : What then avails it that you counsel her To be not this born danger that she is. But friends with God she hates, and with his folk She would root put and ruin ? John Knox. Yet this time I am not bidden of him to cast her off 152 DOTH WELL. I will Speak once ; for here even in our eyes Mis enemies grow great, and cast off shame. We are haled up out of hell to heaven, and now They would fain pluck us backward by the skirt. And these men call me bitter-tongued and hard, Who am not bitter; but their work and they Who gather garlands from the red pit- side To make foul fragrance in adulterous hair. And lift white hands to hide the fires of God, — Their sweetness and their whiteness shall he turn Bitter and black. I have no hate of her. That I should spare ; I will not spare to strive That the strong God may spare her, and not man. Ochiltree. Yea, both, so be we have our lost lords home, And the Pope's back-bowed changeling clean cast out And of a knave made carrion. John Knox. For your first, II grows as fruit 6ut of your second wish : Come but the day that looks in his dead face, And these that hate him as he hates all good Shall have their friends home, and their honor high Which the continuance of his life keeps low. Ochiltree. .Surely, for that, my hand or any's else Were hot enough to help him to his end. Yet when this thing is through, and this l^higuc jnirgcd, There stands a thorn yet in our way to prick, — The loose, weak witted, half-souled boy called king. John Knox. 1 1 is of him I am bidden speak with her, Having but now rebuked him back sliding In God's sight and his name. It may be yet. Whether by foolishness and envious heart. Or by some nobler touch left in his blood, — Some pulse of spirit that beats to a tune more high Than base men set their hearts by, — he will turn Helpful to Godward, serviceable in soul To good men's ends in hate of that they hate. I cannot say : howbeit, I fear not much Her love of him will keep. him fast to her; If he be drawn in bonds after her wheels, It will be but of subtle soul and craft The cords are woven that hold him. But, for me. Love they or hate, my way is clear with them : Not for her sake iror his sake shall our Lord Change counsel and turn backward*, and save his What will or wit I have to speak or live, He knows who made it little for myself, But for him great ; and be you well assured. Love of their love nor doubt of their dislike Hath u|)on me more power than upon God. For now I have seen him strive these divers years With spirits of men and minds exorbi- tant, Souls made as iron and their face as flame Full hard and hot against him, and their wits Most serpent-strong and swift, sudden of thought And overflowing of counsel, and their hands Full of their fortune, and their hearts made large j To hold increase of all prosperities; j BOTHIVELL. 53 And all these are not, and I poor num am, Because he hath taken and set me on his side, And not where these were ; I am con- tent alone To keep mine own heart in his secret sight Naked and clean, well knowing that no man born Shall do me scathe but he hath bidden him do. Nor I speak word but as he hath set it me. First Citizen. Goes he to Holyrood ? Second Citizen. Ay, sir, by noon. First Citizen. There is a kindling trouble in the air; The sun is halting toward the top of day; It will be shine or rain before he come. Ochiltree. What ails this folk to hover at our heel, - And hang their eyes on you so heed- fully.? John Knox. They should be natu- rally disquieted. Seeing what new wind makes white the wave o' the time We ride on out of harbor. — Sirs, ye have heard News of your scathe and of shame done to God, And the displeasure bites you by the heart, I doubt not, if your hearts be godly given : Make your souls strong in patience ; let your wrath Be rather as iron than a3 fuel in fire. Tempered and not consumed; heat that burns out. Leaves the hearth chillier for the flame- less ash Than ere the wood was kindled. First Citizen. Master Knox, You know us, whereto we would, and by what way : This too much patience burns our cheeks with shame That our hands are not redder than our face With slaying of manslayers who spill blood of faith, And pierce the heart of naked holiness. It is far gone in rumor, how the (lueen Will set on high and feed on gold that man Who was a scourge laid long since on the saints, — The archbishop of St. Andrew's; and perforce. Dyed as he stands in grain wi^h inuo cent blood, Will make him mightier for our scathe and shame Than ere the kindly people of the word Has made him bare of bad authority. Second Citizen. Likewise she hath given her seal imperial To a lewd man and a stranger, her own knave, Vile, and a papist ; that with harp and song Makes her way smoother toward the pit of hell. John Knoxi What needs us count and cast offences up That all we know of, how all these have one head, — The hateful head of unstanched mis- belief? For sins are sin-begotten, and their seed Bred of itself and singly procreative ; Nor is God served wUh setting this to this For evil evidence of several shame, That one may say, Lo now! so many are they; But if one, seeing with God-illumined eyes In his full face the encountering face of sin. Smite once th-: one high-fronted head, and slay, His will we call good service. For myself. If ye will make a counsellor of me, I bid you set your hearts ag^ainst one thing To burn it up, and keep your hearts on fire. Not seeking here a sign and there a a sign. Nor curious of all casual sufferance:^. 154 nOTI/lVELL. But steadfast to the undoing of that thing done Whereof ye know the being, however it be, And all the doing abominable of God. Who questions with a snake if the snake sting ? Who reasons of the lightning if it burn ? While these things arc, deadly will these things be ; And so the curse that comes of cursed faith. First Citizen. It is well said. Second Citizen. Ay, and well done were well. Third Citizen. We have borne too long for God, we that are men, Who hath time to bear with evil if he would. Having for life's length even eternity; But we that have but half our life to live, Whose half of days is swallowed of their nights, — We take on us this lame long-suffering, To sit more still and patienter than God, As though we had space to doubt in, and long time For temperate, quiet, and questionable pause. First Citizen. Let the time come — Second Citizen. Nay, we must make the time. Bid the day bring forth to us the fruit we would, Or else fare fruitless forth. Third Citizen. It is nigh noon ; There will be shine and rain and shine ere night. Scene III HoLVROon. The Queen and Rizzio; Mary Sey- TON and Mary Carmichael in at- tendance. Queen. Is he so tender-tongued ? it is his fear That plucks the fang out from his hate, and makes A stingjcss snake of his malignant heart ; He hath a mind — or, had he a mind at all. Would have a mind — to mischief; but his will Is a dumb devil. Rizzio. Why, fear then and no love Will make faith in him out of false- hood's self, And keep him constant through un- stableness. Queen. Fear that makes faith may break faith ; and a fool Is but in folly stable. I cannot tell If he indeed fear these men more than me; Or if he slip their collar, whether or no He will be firm on my side, as you say. Through very lightness; but I thmk not of him. Steadfast or slippery. Would I had been that day Handless, when I made one his hand with mine ! Yet it seemed best. I am spirit-sick and faint With shame of his foul follies and loathed life. Which hath no part but lewdness of a man. Nor style of soul nor several quality, Dividing men from men, and man from beast. By working heart or complement of brain, — None, very none. I will not sec iiim to-night. I have given command to insure our privacy. Is it past noon .'' Enter Darnley and Makv Beai'ON. Darnley. You say sh*^ hath asked for me } Mary Beaton. Ay, and complainingly, as though her love Were struck at by your absence. Darnley. Love ! her love I It were a cunning stroke should print a wound In that which hath no substance, and no spirit To feel the hurt. Well, I will speak t(' her. Queen. How like a chidden bondman of his lorJ BOTH WELL. 155 Looks my lord now ! Come you from penance, sir? Has the kirk put you to no private shrunc Besides the public tongue of broad re- buke ? We are blessed in your penitence ; it is A gracious promise for you. Darnley. Penitence ? Queen. You have a tender faith ana quick remorse That vi'ill bear buffets easily; pray God It pluck you absolution from their hands Who are godly sparing of it. We have heard A priest of theirs cast for incontinence Hardly with thrice purgation of his shame Recleemed himself to kirkwaxd. Darnley. I hear naught. Queen. Nay, but you hear when these rebuke you of sin In the full face and popular ear of men ; You hear them surely, and patiently you hear, And it shows in you godliness and grace Praiseworthy from them; for myself, my lord, I have some foolish petulances in me And stings of pride that shut me out from grace So sought and bought of such men ; but your course May teach me timelier humble-minded- ness And patience to get favor : which till now I have never needed beg, and now should prove A very witless beggar. Teach me words. Pray you, to move men's minds with; such great men's As your submission purchases to be Good friends and patrons to you ; for I fear Your Knox is not my friend yet. Darnley. So I think. Madam, I know not what you make of me, Nor if your jest be seasonable or no ; I am no fool nor implement of theirs, Nor paticnter of their irreverences Than the queen's self; if you endure such tongues, Why, I may bear them. Queen. Well and patiently; I praise your manhood's temper for it and am The happier for your royalty of spirit That will not feel wrong done of baser men To be at all wrong done you. Darnley. Will you think it? Well then, I am so, I am just your thought; You read me right, and this our friend reads too, For I am plain and easy to read right. Queen. Have you made time to say so? Darnley. Ay, and this, That it mislikes me — it gives me dis- content That men should — Queen. Ay ? that men should — any thing — Bear themselves manlike, or that men should be, — It is offence done openly to you ? Darnley. Nay, not offence, nor open ; naught it is. Or to me naught. Queen. Naught as I think, indeed. You were about to chide us ? well it is You have so humble a wife of us and true. To make your chidings fruitful, that your words Bear and bring forth good seed of bet- tering change. I pray you, when you chide me, that you make Your stripes the gentler for my humble ness. Darnley. I have no mind to jest and jape, and will — And will not wrangle with you. Queen. Will, and will not ? They say a woman's will is made like that, But vour will yet is wilfullcr than ours Darnley. Not as I think. Queen. God better the king's thought 156 BOTHWtLLL. And mind more tyrannous than is his place I Darnley. If I be king — Queen. And I be kingdomless, And place be no place, and distinction die Between the crown and curch — Well, on, our lord. Darnlcy. Why am I out of counsel with you? Whence Am I made show of for a titular fool. And have no hand in enterprise of yours. Nor tongue, nor presence ? Not alone my name That is rubbed out and grated off your gold. But myself plucked out of your register, Made light account of, held as nothing- ness, Might move me — Queen. Whither? Darnley. To some show of wrath More than complaint, if I were minded ill. Here is a breach made with the English queen. Our cousin of England, a wide-open breach, A great-grown quarrel, and I no part of it. Not named or known of. Queen. You are the hai)])Ier man Heavenward, if blessed be the peace- able. Darnley. The happier heavenward, being the worldlier shamed; The less I like it. You have suddenly cast forth A man her servant and ambassador. With graceless haste and instance, from the realm, fin barren charge of bare complicity With men now banished and in English bounds. But not attaint of treason toward us yet Nor deadly doomed of justice. Qt4een. Not attaint ? Give not your si)irit trouble for that ; the act Is drawn 'by this against them, and the estates Need but give warrant to their forfeit- ure, Now it has passed the lords of the articles. Take no care for it ; though it be sweet in you, And gracious, to show care of your worst foes You have on earth ; that would have driven you forth A shameful rebel to your cousin queen, And naked of our foreign favor here That clothc^l you with unnatural royalty And not your proper purple. Forth; you say I have done this wrong ? Darnley. I do not say you have done Wise work nor unwise; but howbeit, I say I had no part in aught of it, nor knew With what a spur's prick you provoked her spleen Who is not stingless to requite it you, Nor with what scant of reason. Queen. 'Tis sad truth. She shows no less disquiet mind than yours, Nor a less loud displeasure : she was kind, She says, well-willed to me-ward, but my sins, Unkindliness, and soul's obduracy, Have made her soft heart hard; and for this fault She will not ever counsel me again, Nor cease to comfort my dear brother's need With gold^ and good compassion; and I have Even such a sister as brother of her as him. And love alike and am like loved of them. He wills me well, she swears, as she herself, And, I'll re-swear it; she wills as well as he. Darnley. Ay, we know whence this wellsprmg of your will Takes head and current ; who must have brave wars We know, fair ficlii, broad booty to sweep up. BOTHWELL. 57 Space to win spurs in ; and what Eni^- lish gold Must after battle gild his heels with them, When he shall stand up in my father's stead, Lieutenant-general for you of the realm; And who must have your brother's lands we know, Investiture must have, and chancellor- ship. And masterdom in council. Here he stands, A worthy witness to it : do you look on me ? Is it not you must be the golden sir, The counsel-keeper, the sole tongue of the head, The general man, the goodly? Did you send Lord Bothwell hard at heel of him cast forth To make his. wrong sweet with sweet- spoken words. And temper the sharp taste of outrage done And heat in him of anger, with false breath ? Why made you not your own tongue tunable Who are native to soft speaking, and who hate With as good heart as any Scot that hates England ? or is her messenger your fool To take blows from you and good words alike As it shall chance him cross your morn- ing mood Angry or kindly? Qiiccn. Sir, our chancellor. We charge you that you answer not the duke. Darnley. Duke ? Queen. Ay, the duke of Rothsay; whom we pray Seek otherwhere some seemlier talking- stock To flush his hot and feverish wit upon. Darnley. Your chancellor ? why went not such a man With you before the lords of the ar- ticles Now, an hour back, and yet but half day through, To hell) you speak the banished lords to death ? Is't not the heart of the ofifice, to see law Punish law's traitors, as you bid them be In the proof's teeth, who are honcster than some You bid be law's justiciaries of them ? Why went he not? 'twere no more shame nor i)raise Than here to swell in state beside your own. Queen. Must we crave leave to bid you twice take leave, Or twice to ask what would you ? Darnley. Truly this, A mere mean thing, an insignificance. If you will once more hear — oh, no- wise me. But just the man whose name you take in mouth To smite me on my face with — Master Knox. Queen. Are you his usher going be- fore his grace No less than servant to his master- word ? Or is it penitence and submission makes you In the holy way of honor and recom- pense So high in ofifice with him ? Say, this time For the usher's sake I'll speak with the usher's lord : Yet if I mind 'twas I bade send for him To speak of you his servant : for I hear You did not at first stripe submit vour- self, Nor take all penance with all patience, being Brought hardly in time to harsh hu- mility Such as we see now ; which thing craves excuse To make you gracious in your master's eyes, If it be true — I would not think it were — 158 BOTH WELL. You brake in anger forth from the High Kirk, Being there rebuked, and would not sit at meat, But past away to hawking in pure, rage After an hour or twain of high dis- course Heard with plain show of sharp un- thankfulness ; Which that you now repent, and would redeem, I will bear witness for you to your lord To make your penitential peace with him. Let him come in. Darnley. I am no messenger. Queen. Where is my chamberlain? bid Marnock here — Let the man in, and one man only more, Whoever it be ; we'll see him privily. Our chancellor, and our no messenger. We have no need of to dispute with him. Darnley. If I go hence — Queen. Why, then you stay not here. Dartiley. But if I go at bidding — Queen. Why, you go: With the more speed, the less of tar- riance made. Let me not hold you half-way back : farewell. \Exeunt Darnley and Rn;ziO. I have not begun so luckily, nor set So good a face on the first half of day, Now to keep terms with mere tongue- traitors more. Enter ]owii Knox^W JoHN Erskine OF Dun. So once we are met again, sir, you and \. Set him before us. John Knox. I am before your grace Without man's haling or compulsive word : Nor at these divers times you have sent for me Have you found need to use me force- fully. Queen. Well, let that be; as verily mesecms *Tis I find forceful usage at your hands, And handling such a:> never prince has borne Since first kings were ; yet have I borne with it. Who am your natural princess, and sat by To hear your rigorous manner of speaking through As loud against my kinsfolk as myself; Yea, I have sought your favor dili- gently, And friendship of my natural subject born. And reconcilement by all possible means ; I have offered you at your own choice and time Whenso it pleased you ever admonish me Presence and audience ; yea, have shamed myself With reasonless submission; have en- dured The naked edge of your sharp speech, and yet Cannot be quit of you : but here to. God I make my vow I will be once revenged. Give me my handkerchief. I should take shame That he can shame me with these tears, to make Mine eyes his vassals. John Knox. Madam, true it is There have been divers seasons of dis* pute Btitween your grace and me, wherein I have never Found you offended : neither now would find The offence I sought not ; yea, I knew this well, If it shall please God break your jnison-house, And lighten on your disimprisoned soul, That my tongue's freedom shall offend you not. For surely being outside the preaching- place I think myself no breeder of offence. Nor one that gives man cause of wratb and wrong ; And being therein, I speak not of my self BOTH IV ELL. 159 But as God bids who bids mc, speaking plain, Flatter no flesh on earth. Lo, here I stand, A single soul and naked in his eye, Constrained of him, to do what thing he will, And dare and can none other. Hath he sent me To speak soft words of acceptable things in ladies' chambers or kings' courts, to make Their ways seem gracious to them ? I wot, no. I am to bring God's gospel in men's ears, And faith therein, and penitence, which are The twain parts of it : but the chief o' the land And all the main of your nobility Give God no heed, nor them that speak for God, Through flattering fear and ill respect of you ; And seeing, if one preach penitence to men. He must needs note the sin he bids repent. How should not I note these men's sin who choose To serve affections in vou, and wild will. Rather than truth in God ? This were lost breath. To chide the general wrong-doing of the world, And not the very present sin that burns Here in our eyes offensive, — bid serve God, And say not with what service. Queen. Nay, but so What is it to you, or any saving me, How this man married to me bears himself? "With what sign-manual has God war- ranted Your inquisition of us ? What am I, That my most secret sanctuaries of life And private passages of hours should be Food for men's eyes, or pavement for men's feet To peer and pasture, track and tread upon, Insult with instance .> Am I only bound To let the common -mouth communi- cate In my life's sweet or bitter sacrament, The wine poured, the bread broken every day ? To walk before men bare, that they may judge If I were born with any spot or no. And praise my naked nature "i to sub- ject Mine unsubmitted soul subordinate To popular sight and sentence .-* What am I, That I should be alone debarred, de- posed. From the poor right of poor men, who may live Some hour or twain unchallenged of the day. And make to no man answer what they do As I to mine must render? who is thi« That takes in hand such hard things and such high ? Sir, what man are you, that I need account For this word said, or that, or such things done. Only to you or mainly, of myself? Yea, what are you within this commoiK wealth ? John Knox. A man within it, and a subject born. Madam ; and howsoever no great man. Earl, lord, nor baron to bear rule therein, Yet has God made me a profitable man, How abject I seem ever in your eye, No member of the same unmeritable. Yea, madam, this pertains not less to me Than any of all your noble-nurtured men, To warn men of what things may hurt the same. So as I see them dangerous; and here in i6o BOTH WELL. My conscience and mine office with one tongue Crave plainness of me : wherefore to yourself I say the thing I speak in public place, That what great men soever at any time Shall be consenting to your lord's un- faith Or flattering furtherance of unfaith in you, They do what in them lieth to cast out Christ, Banish his truth, betray his liberty And free right of this realm, and in the er.d Shall haply do small comfort to your- self. And for him too, your husband, it may be That as he spares not to dishonor God For your delight, by service of the mass, God will not spare to smite him by your hand That faithlessly he fawns on to his loss. Queen. When was there queen so handled in the world? I would I could not weep; for being thus used I needs must never or now. Is this li^ht day ? Am I asleep, or mad, or in a trance, That have such words to beat about mine ears. And in mine eyes his present face who speaks ? Erskine of Dun. Madam, I pray your grace contain your mood, And keep your noble temperance of yourself, For your high sake and honor, who are held For excellence of spirit and natural soul As sovereign born as for your face and place. Kingdom, and kingly beauty; to whose might The worthiest of the world, all Europe's chief, Ilcr choice of crowns, might gladly bow themselves To find your favor. I beseech you think That here is no disloyalty designed. Nor thing dishonorable ; for were men mad Whose wits are whole, and false whose faiths are sound, The very mouth of madness would speak sense. The very tongue of treason would speak truth. For love and service of your royalty; Blind curses bless, and red rebellion bow. That came to burn and threaten. Do not dream That a man faithful Godward and well loved Can be to you-ward evil-willed, who have Power on your natural and your born unfriends To bind their good-will to you. Queen. Words, all words; I am weary of words : I have heard words enough To build and break, if breath could break or build, Centuries of men. What would they with me, sir ? These my liege folk that love me to the death, — Their death or mine, no matter, — my fast friends Whose comfortable balms so bruise my head It cannot hold the crown up; these good hands That wring my wrist round to wrench out the staff God set into mine own ; these loving, lips That take my name upon them as to kiss. And leave it rank with foam of hateful speech ? Must I lie dead de|)osed, or must I live Stript shameless, naked to the very name, A crest less creature and displumed, that feeds On charities and chances? will they give BOTH WELL. I6l Me, their queen born, me, bread or dust to eat, With a mouth water-moistened or a dry, Beggared or buried? shall I hold my head In shameful fief and tenantry of these For their least wind of any wrath that blows To storm it off my shoulders ? What were I That being so born should l)e born such a thing As bondsmen might bemock the bond- age of And slaves contemn for slavery ? Nay, no words : A word may wound, and no word heal again, As none can me — whom all men's words may wound — Who am liable to all buffets of men's tongues, All stripes of all their scandals — and was born To no such fear — and have nor tongue nor wit To plead and gather favor — no such grace As may get grace, no piteous skilful- ness — Only my truth and tears; and would to God My tears and truth for you were wind and fire To burn and blow corruption from the world, And leave pure peace to breed where you plant war, And make the furrows fat with pesti- lence And the grain swell with treason I but, too sure. They too can hurt, and heal not. I am soul-sick With shame and bitter weakness ; yet, God's will, I may take strength about me to put off Some part of shame. Sir, you that make me weep, By these my tears and my sharp shame of them I swear you will not laugh to see me laugh. When my time comes: you shall not; 1 will have Time to my friend yet; I shall see you, sir. If you can weep or no, that with dry eyes Have seen mine wet; I will try that: look toMt. John Knox. Madam, — I speak m very eye of God, — I never took delight in any tears Shed of God's creatures; yea, for my self-sake, I can but very hardly abide the tears Of mine own boys whom mine own hand and love Chastens, and much less can take any i«y . , In this the weepmg of your majesty. But, seeing I have given you no offen- sive cause Nor just occasion, but have spoken truth After mine office as mine own place craves Lest I, God's man, be man-sworn to God's truth, I must sustain, howb.eit unwillingly, Rather these tears drawn of your majesty Than blood of mine own conscience stabbed to death Or through my silence of my common- wealth By my dumb treason wounded. Qneen. A fair word : I thought it was forgotten of men's mouths. And only lived in the inner heat of the heart, Too sure to want the spelling of their speech. Sir, you shall find it in my very tears, — This blood you fear for of your com- monwealth. And in the hurts of mine authority The wounds it lies abed with; what, God help, Can the head bleed, and not the body faint ? Or wherein should the kingdom fed sucii maim l62 nOTHWELL. As in the kingship j;tricken? there are you, If you be true man, and each true man born Subject, and circled with the bound of rule. Hurt to the heart. But heartless things are words : Henceforth I will not n Mary Beaton. I cannot tell by/isking of myself, Nor answer for your asking. Which of you Shall wait at supper on the queen to- night } Mary Carmickael. None but her coun- sel of close hours, Argvle. Mary Beaton. .^\\t sups with them; and in attendance there Some two or three I heard of,- -one of these No man of arms. Mary Seyton. What should they da with arms? More*need of lips to sing with. Mary Beaton. Ay, to sing : It is no matter of state they meet uponl^ Mary Seyton, Are your wits lost ilk deed, or do you jest? 1 54 BOTHWELL. Mary Bcifott. True, it should be for no atfairs of stale They fiup at nightfall in the, lesser room, — They three, and three to make the music up. Mary Seytoii. What ails you at it ? Mary Beaton. Nothing ; I ail naught. i did but think what music he should make After this preacher.' Let us to the queen. Scene IV. — Darnley's Lodging. Darnley ««(/ Sir George Douglas. Darnlcy. I think our friend of Mor- ton had grown slack But for my spurring, uncle. Sir Geori^e Douglas. Nay, he is firm : You do him less right than you do yourself To think he should need quickening. Darnlcy. Oh, I know not : What should I know.? what wit have I to know .'' I am a fool, and* have no forethought! Why, But for my resolute instance at this need, — I said to him. Be resolute, — and since then, Some six or eight hours gone, I have heard such things As would put sense and passion in dead bones, — By God I have ; it shall be seen I have. But are you sure it should be done to- night ? Sir George Douglas. Ay, surely. Darnley. Well, I see no surety in it. Methinks now, every day we let him live Blows hot the popular wrath of all the land. And makes us surer, when we strike indeed, That all men's hearts will stab him with our hands. Sir George Douglas. By which ac- count he might live long, and die An old white death and woundless. Is net thia The man whereof you told me some while since How at clo.se midnight, your wife's doors being locked, Vou burst them open, and gat hold di him Hid in a closet of her bedchamber. Save for furred gown and shirt abovit the knave Naked? and must you take him so again, And he so twice get clear of you, aini laugh ? You swore me that : what need to tell or swear. If he must live still ? weeping, with clenched hands. You swore it, praying me for our shame's sake send Word to your uncle Ruthven ; but what need, If there were no shame in the thing at all. Or but so little, as now so little it seems, There is no haste to slay him } Darnley. Nay, you carp : 'Tis thus men ever catch at my good words. To turn them on their tongues, and spit them out Changed and discolored. He shall die to-night. Sir George Douglas. Assuredly. Darnley. I say so, — mark» I say it, I that have cause: how else could it be sure .'' But sure it is, — I say he shall not live. Let us go seek Lord Morton out again, And tell him it is sworn we strike to- night. How many of us ha,vc hands in it with me. Who cannot with mine own hand as I would Strike— -it were shameful tc me — were it not .-* For mine own hand's sake. Sir George Douglas. There arc Lands enough Without the shame done to your high ncss' hand ; Sufficcth >ui Vk'C have it kct to the bond BOTIIWELL. 165 That signs him dead; nor need we sum their names Whose hands will strike, not spare, for their own sakes. Darnley. V/ell, let us go to make my lord's faith sure That it shall be no later than to-night. Scene V. — The Queen's Cabinet. The Queen, Rizzio, Countess of Argyle, Lord Robert Stuart, Arthur Erskine, in attendance. Queen. Have I not done a queenlike work to-day ? I have made attaint my traitors of my- self; With no man at my hand to strengthen me, Have gone before the lords of the articles, And set my will upon them like a seal, And they for their part set on their old friends The bloody seal of treason signed of death Arid countersigned of burning igno- miny. You are half fearful, you, lord chancel- lor, You my good servant ; but I knew their necks Were made to take the impression of my foot. Their wills and souls the likeness of mine own. And I have used them for the things they are. Countess of Argyle. You have been right royal, madam, and your lovers Have joyful cause to praise you. Queen. Will you say it. Who bear as much part in his blood as I Of our dead father's giving? then I think No other tongue for love of Murray slain Shall sting me though mine own speak off his head, Obcc caught up out of England; nay, I think We shall get vantage of your lord'ii friend Knox Ere many days be. Countess of Argyle. Speed your maj- esty ! The cord were hallowed that should silence him. Queen. Ay, though mine own hands twist it. To spin hemp For such a throat, so loud and eloquent. Should better please me, and seem a queenlier thing, Than to weave silk, and flower it with fine gold. He hath a tongue to tame a tiger with, Fright into fierce and violent reverence The fearfullest earth's monsters. 1 do think I like him better than his creed-fellows Whose lips are softer toward me; 'tis some sport To set my wit to his, and match with mine The shrewd and fiery temper of his spirit For trial of true mastery : yet to-day He made me weep, weep mightily — by faith. If there be faith in any lips of earth, I think to live, and laugh at his tears yet. Robert Stuart. I would the hand were on him that might make His eyes weep red, and drop out of their rings, Looking on death. What reason gives him leave. What right makes room for him to take his way So past men's patience grown so mas- terful t Had I one half word's warrant of your grace. His tongue should not be long inside his lips. Queen. I am no wife of Antony, to try My needle's point against his tongue s edge ; yet I have cause as good as Fulvia's, though his speech Ring somewhat short of Roman. Here is one i6o BOTH WELL. That has that southern honey on his lips frozen as it seems up with this galling air, And not a note left golden, but his tongue Nipt with the chill to death as with a knife That cuts us short of music Countess of Argyle. Yea, my lord. Why will you so discomfort the good hour With tongueless sadness? We have cause to chide, That, having cause to sing, find song to seek And thought to find it ready. Rizzio. I have been sad These two hours back; I know not what it was So struck me out of mirth, for I was merry, And knew not why. Queen. Nay, if you love me, sir, You had reason to be merry with my mirth Who am blithe to be found queen over my foes. I have been glad all this good day thereof Save some few minutes that my subject- saint Vexed even to mere intemperance; but few tears Wept out that little bitter part of day, Ancl left it sweet. Have you not heard men say This heaviness without a root of fear Goes oft before some good ? now should there be Some new thing hard upon us that will make All good hearts glad. Have you no song to mock The doubt away that mocks you ? RizT.io. At your will. 1 am something yet in tune for such a song As joy makes out of sorrow, when the thought Plays with false grief for joy's sake. I'U.-asc you hear it With such light audience as its worth is light? Queen. Ay, such a note should fit me for this time; A.fter the tuneless toil of talking day, A light song lightly brings ill thoughts asleep. Rizzio {sings) J LtOrd Love went ^faying Where Time was playing^ In light hands weighing Light hearts ivith saa ; Crowned king with peasant,. Pale past with present. Harsh hours with pleasant^ Good hopes with bad ; Nor dreamed how fleeter Than Timers swift metre^ 0\r all things sweeter How clothed with power ^ The murderess maiden Mistrust walks laden With red fruit ruined Darnley. Why, I know not where. Queen. It will be known hereafter; it shall be Dear blood to some of you if David's here Be spilt, my faithful servant's ; but may God, My poor true friend, have mercy on your soul ! Ruthven. Here, take your wife into your arms, my lord, And bid her fear not. — Madam, have no fear; We had sooner spend the blood of our own hearts Than you should suffer harm ; and what we do Is but your husband's bidding. Let them pass : He shall be kept for this time safe enough In my lord's chamber here. Durnlcy. Ay shall he, safe — In that same chamber where vou used of old, Hcfore this fellow grew so in your grace, To come and seek me ; but since "he so fell In credit with you and familiar use, Even if I come to yours I find of late Small entertainnient of you, save &o far As David may sit third with us, and set To cards with you even till an hour oi twain Be gone past midnight. Queen. I have heard not said It was a duteous gentlewoman's part To seek her husband's chamber, but the man's To seek the wife when he would aught with her. Darnley. Why came you to my cham- ber, then, at first, And ever till these few months back that he Became familiar with you.-' or am I In any part now of my body failed. To fall out of your grace? or what dis- dain Have you of me.-' or what offence of mine Makes you not use me at all times alike, Seeing I am willing to do all good things That may become a husband to his wife .'' Queen. My lord, of all the shame here done to me, \'ou have the fault: for which sake I henceforth Shall never be your wife, nor lie with you, Nor ever shall have liking of my life Till I may make you bear as sore a heart As I bear now. Ruthven. Madam, for honor's sake, Be rcasonabl\- and timelv reconciled To your wed lord; and with him take advice Of such good friends as love you. Give me leave : nOTHWELL. 169 I am faint, and cannot stand to plead with you. \Sits. Bring w\q. to drink, for God's sake. Dai)tley. Give my lord A cup of wine. Queen. Is this your malady "i If ye shall slay me or my six-months' child By this night's force and fear, my friends yet live To wreak me of Lord Ruthven. Rttthven. Be content. Queen. When word goes forth how I am handled here — What, am I kinless, think you, without help ? Mine uncles, and my brother king of P'rance, All lords of all lands living, all heads crowned. Shall be one storm to shake you from the world ; And the Pope with me, and the Catho- lic king, And all that live or of my faiih or blood, Shall all make way upon you. RiitJiven. I am too mean That these so many ahd mighty should take aim At one such poor man here as I am. See, If you will weigh it worthily yourself. This is no treason; never till this night Was so good service done you. For myself, I will make answe'- to God's charge and man's How I have served you in it. Queen. What have I done? What thing am I, that ye should use me thus.? O miserable and desertless that I am, Unkingdomed of mii->e honor I I thai had Lordship of land and natural rule of men A.m poorer here than any landless man, And weaker than all women. Pray you, sir, By what law's sentence am I made man's thrall ? What lord have I offended that can bid My face for shame be covered in your sight } Whom have I wronged } or who hath power on me. What thing soever I be, to do mc wrong ? Who hath given forth judgment on me ? what man's right Calls me his servant .? Nay, there is no slave Men strike without a sentence; and ye strike Your own righ.t in me and your nam» to death With one self-ruinous violence. Rtcthven. Be at peace ; We strike but your own sickness ofl yourself, , Who cut off him to save you : the dis- ease That dies of the physician leaves no cause That you should curse, but tliank him. Qtceen. Thank ? ay, thank — God give me grace to give you thanks I be sure Ye shall not lack my memory to it, nor will To made me worthy of you. What I no more .'' \Exit Ruthven. I thought his wrath was large enough for me To find a murderous part in where to die, And share it with my servant. Must I live ."* Sir, you that make death warm between jour lips. And, silent,' let fall murder from your mouth, Have you no kiss to kill mc ? no love left To give me poison? Why is he gone forth ? Hath the hot falsehood eaten through your tongue } Speak. Darnley. Why, I bade him look to those your friends That might have risen upon us; heai you that ? [Noise outiitU 170 BOTHWELL. There is a clamor of thc-m in the courts, But naught to help or hurt now. He is gone To read our will out in the general ear, And by proclaiming of my share with them In this their new-born justice to make sure Men's hearts that hearken; and lest fear shake our friends, Or ill-will toward us and good-will to- ward you Make our foes strong in malice of de- sign. To warn them of your brother's present speed, Who must be here with morning: my device, My trick to win all faiths that hang on him And tie them to my service with his hand. So have we all souls instant on our side. And you no way to wound us: for by this, Even with the hearing of my name given forth As parcel of the bond that writes him dead, Which is now cancelled with his blood- shedding, This your good town is with us, and your lords That stood for you with this man fled or dead, If they dare strike or stand yet. What shift now ? What wit? what craft.!* Queen. My friends driven forth the court } No help upon my side? The town raised too? Darnley. We had no heart nor wit to work with, ha ? We were your fools, and heartless? Queen \at the window). Help, all friends! All good men help your queen here! Ho, mv lord. My lord the IVovost! Darnley. He is raised indeed* Queen. Help for the queen! help. Provost ! Darnley. Peace, I say ; You may fare worse : these are wild hours. Voice without. Sit down ; You shall be hewn in pieces if you stir, And flung into the Nor'-Loch. Darnley. Nay, be wise ; Pluck not their madness on you. Queen. Oh, your love ! It shows now kindly in vou. Re-enter RuTHVEN. Ruthven. All is sped; The lords of the adverse party being roused up And hearing with what large applause of men The reading of our sentence in the bond And names subscribed, and proclama- tion made Of Murray even at heel of the act returned. Was of all mouths made welcome, in fierce haste Forth of their lodging fled confusedly With no more tarriance than to bring their lives Clear of the press and cry of peril at hand, And their folk round them in a beaten rank Hurled all together ; so no man being left, — The earls of Huntley and of Rothwcll gone, — To lift a hand against the general peace. The townsmen; of their surety satis- fied. Brake up with acclamation of content For the good comfort done them in this deed. Queen. What have ye made my serv- ant ? Ruthven. A dead dog. His turn is done of service. Darnley. ^'e.T, stark dead ? Ruthven. They stabbed him through and through with edge on edge Till all their jjoints met in hSiA \ there be lies, BOTH WELL. 171 Cast forth in the outer lodge, a piteous knave And poor enough to look on. Queen. I am content. Now must I study how to be revenged. Darnley. Nay, think not that way : make it not so much ; Be warnedr^nd wiser. Queen. Must I not, my lord? You have taught me worthier wisdom than of words ; And I will lay it up against my heart. ACT IL — BOTHWELL. Time^from March 10, rj66y to February Scene I. — The Queen's Chamber. Enter Darnley and Arthur Ers- KINE, severally. Darnley. Is the queen risen .'' Arthur Erskme. She has not slept, my lord. They say she is in some peril of mis- hap Through the sore handling of this vio- lent night, — Mortal mishap it may be. Darnley. Ay ! who say it ? What should be mortal to her ? she was not sick, Nor near enough her danger. Arthur Erskine. I am no leech : Haply the fright of murderous menaces And noise of swords is held medicinal ; The savor of a slain friend comforta- ble, And his blood balm : if these be health- ful things, You have given her weakness physic. Enter the QuEEN. Queen. Ah, our lord ! Comes he with death about him ">. I could take it As readily as condemned men take re- prieve, For of a life much deadlier than itself Death would reprieve me. Darnley. I am come to bring you help. Queen. You are ever helpful, even at all needs good. For stroke or speech, good always. I am weak ; Let me have execution swift or soft ; Here is no strength to suffer. Darnley. Sit, and rest. Queen. Nay, I can stand ; or should I kneel, my plight Were one with my new fortune. You may go : I have but private penitence to do. And privy grace to get me ; for indeed I were stark mad to hope by any mean For public pardon; I am condemned, and have No hope but of such pity as dead men gain Who living found no grace in the great world. \Exit Arthur Erskine. Now, what death, sir } Darnley. You think not as you speak; Your thought has other business than your tongue. And death has no part in it. Queen. I am assured I must not live. Darnley. Whose doom has passed on you ? Not mine ; I would not have you go in fear : You may be safe as I am. Queen. As you, my lord "i I think I may, and yet may chance but find A little day of surety. Darnley. By mine honor. My word and place of sovereignty is pledged For your fair usage ; they that unseat you Shall find no king in me. Queen. Nay, I think not. Darnley. As they would have mc friend and firm to them, I told them, they should use you roy- ally. No state or privilege plucked off you ; nay, I have no thought by stolen strength of yours 172 BOTinVELL. To increase myself out of your weak- ness ; only I would have royalty remade in yon, And in your honor an honorable part; See the state in you and the name shine fair, And in your praise mine own praise perfected As parcel of it, and in your good fame Mine own fame stablished ; as from your repute Shaken or sullied, my name too takes soil, And in your insufificience I wax weak. So would I have the grace I gain and strength Redound to you-ward; who being queen indeed, I cannot seem unkingly. Queen. 'Tis well thought. It was my curse to know not in good time How high a sense and royal of itself I had in you so near me. Darnley. That your thought, Misdeeming me worth no more weight with you, Hath brought us to this breach. Now lies it in you To make all whole ; these lords that in my name And for mine ends and with my leave rose uj) To rid out peril and scandal from us all. And make red-handed witness of them- selves Against the shame and scathe of roy- alty, Are not the traitors of your thought, but keep Faith flawless toward the personal em- pire here And spirit of rule, dishonoring not the law liy forceful chastisement of secret breach That did it bloodless violence; this blood shed Must heal indeed the privy hurt of law And all but death of kingship, in such pass Wasted and wounded ; but no hand of theirs Would stab through you your holy majesty. Cut off all life of law.wilh yours, and make Authority die with you one visible death ; No thought |)ut out your office, though yourself Were found come short thereof, to leave this land A kingless kingdom ; wherefore with good-will I counsel you make peace with their designs And friends with mine intent, which for us both Is but all power and honor. Queen. So you see it ; But were your eyes no flatterers of themselves. The sight were other : yet for my poor part I cannot care though power be oui of sight, Save that mine honor visibly is marred By wreck in you of either; for in- deed Nor power nor honor shall hang on to you If you must wear them but at will cA men. And by strange leave of chance au- thority Reign or not reign. But all concerns me not : Rule as you may, be lord of that you can, I can contend not with your lords, or you. Their master-servant. Pardon me, I am weak, A feeble simple woman, without stay, And witless of your worth ; yet I might fear Their j)olicies were no good friends of yours. Could we see all. Men's hearts arc manifold. Not made of glass like women's such as mine, At once transpicuous and perceptible To eyes like yours that look their faults through ; yet BOTHIVELL. 173 IVrchance you see more faults than lie there, spots That are not natural to us ; or make too much C)t' our light thoughts, and weakness ; yet, your pardon : \'()u have reason in it, being more wise than we, And stronger in your regency of soul ; It may be you do well to bear me hard. And I do ill who think to counsel you; 'Tis no great matter; for in no great while My weakness will be medicine to itself, And end as I do : no default of mine But must by dying be curable ; and God knows I little think to live. Darnley. Why, have no fear; You see I stand 'twixt you and all such threat. Queen. Nay, I see not ; but though you be my friend, How far soever you stand out for me. There is one threat that no man's help in the world Can bring to nothing : here it speaks in me Mortal ; I know the word inevitable That without breath or sound has called me dead ; I would not plead against it. Darnley. Nay, you dream ; You jest or dream. Queen. I do not : I am dead. What! have you slain in jest, or in a dream Have I seen death, and felt him in my flesh, Felt my blood turn, and my veins fill with death, [ And the pang pass and leave me as I am, Dead ? for my state is pangless, and my pain Perished : I have no life to bring forth pain, Or painful fruit of life ; I think in pity God willed one stroke of sheer mor- tality Should kill all possible pain and fear in me. All after-chance of ill ; I cannot die Twice, and can live not with my dead self here Violently slain. I am sure I have no child. I would but pray, if I had breath to pray. For mere shame's sake and pity's, I might have My women with me ; and was not born to want What our most poor bare natural womanhood Seeks not in vain of meanest people : more I seek of no man's mercy. Darnley. You shall have it ; But this is fear and shaken heart in you — I trust not very danger. Queen. I that know Must bear the peril and the sense alike, And patiently can bear, so but I have Hope of your heart made soft towards me ; sir, Howe'er I have been untoward and confident In my blind state and sovereign folly, now God knows me if I have not need of love Who have so much of pardon. Darnley. Is this sure. Such instant and such perilous press of time, — Or but your thought it may be ? Queeji. Nay, my thought ! Is it my thought I am stricken to my death? Is it my thought you have no pity of me ? Is it my thought I had looked at other time For other joy of childbed, and such pangs As bring glad women honor? not this death That sunders me from fruit of mine own years And youth and comfort, and mere natu- ral hoi:)e, And love that looks on many a worse than me ? Is it my thought that for small fault of mine, 174 BOTH WELL. And little lack of love and duteousness, I am brought to shame and mortal chastisement ? Is it my thought love is not dead in me For all this chastening? and my peni- tence Wherewith I weep on my least wrong- doings past, And faith wherewith I look for pardon yet, For grace of you — is all this but my thought ? Darnley. By heaven, I will not have you wronged of them. You shall live safe and honorably. Queen. My lord, Who lives in such times honorably or safe, When change of will and violence mutable Makes all state loose and rootless ? Think you, men Who have dipped their hands in this red act with you Will, as they wash them, so wash off their hearts The burning spot of raw malignity And fire and hunger of ambition made So proud and full of meat, so rank in strength, So grossly fed and fattened with fresh blood ? Is it for love of your name more than mine These men that fought against my love of you. And made rebellious wars on my free choice. Smite now my very head and crown of state ir. this night's hot and present stroke ? Be sure it is the throne, the name, the j^owcr in us. That here is stabbed and bleeds from such a wound As draws out life of you no less than me If you be part of majesty indeed. Yea, howsoe'er you be now borne in hand, They will but use you as an axe to smite. A brand to set on fire the house of state And in the doing be burnt up of itself. Why, do but think with now more temperate blood What are they that have helped you to this deed ? What friends to you "i what faith toward royalty. And what good-will and surety of sound mind. Have you found in them "i or how put in proof? What bond have their loves given you to confirm Their hearts toward you stable ? Nay, if this Be all my pledge for honor and safe life. They slide upon a slippery ground in- deed. Dartiley. The pledge is mine, not theirs : you have my word ; No warrant of their giving, but of me. What ails you to go yet in fear of them ? Queen. Alas ! I know not whom I need yet fear. What men were they who helped you to this deed ? Yet it avails not me to know. I think The fierce first root of violence was not set Of you nor of your uncles, though I know They of your mother's kinship love me not; But though their hearts, albeit one blood with yours. Be bitter toward me, yet being of your blood I would fain think them not so hard; and yet It was no gentle sight I had of them. Nor usage ; I can see their eyes burn still, And their brows meet against me. Such a si.i;ht Again might wind all suffering up in me, And give it full release, DarnUy. It was their plot; Th.il is, for love of me they felt the offence BOTH IV ELL. 175 Eat at their hearts. I did not set them on ; But wrath and shame's suspicion for my sake Edged and envenomed; then your poli- cies too, And injuries done the popular weal, the slate So far mishandled, — this was all men's talk. Mine uncle's chiefly, Ruthven's, and his word Was hot in the ear of Maitland and Argyle, Showing the wrong done and the further fear, More wide in issue and large in likeli- hood Than all wrong done already ; nay, and plain ; You would have given the state up to strange hands. And for strange ends; no dreaming doubt of mine, But very vision, proof : they held it so ; And, by my faith, I with them. Queen. Morton too? Was not his wit part of your wisdom ? Darn ley. Ay ; Why, all heads highest, all subtlest, could not choose But be one judgment and one counsel here. In such a biting need •, yea, common fools, Poor senseless knaves might see it. Queen. Yea, visibly. ^ The sharpest wits and hands put armor on To go forth strong against me ; little doubt But fools and ignorance and the com- mon mouth. The very dust o' the street, the dross of man. Must needs take fire with blowing of such wind. And stir at such men's passage : their mere feet Moving would raise me up such ene- mies From the bare ground. Ruthven — you said his breath Was first to heat men's hearing with strange words And set their hearts on edge; and at his touch The quick-eyed Maitland and loose- souled Argyle, Keen to catch fire or fear from other men's ; And the full-counselled Morton — by my life (That's but a little oath now) I think strange To be at all alive, and have such men So sore unfriends and secret, and their wits So sharp to set upon so slight a thing. How grew this up amongst you ? Darnley. Why, you see it ; No need to set men on; their swords were made Of your own follies ; yet have comfort ; That was so little made of, so less worth. In your late judgment, will alone be guard And buckler of yop ; come what coun- sel may. It shall not hold against you with mv will, And cannot work without. Queen. Nay, that were hard. I thank you ; but what counsel will they take. Think you, which way to deal with me } ^^y soul Is womanly distempered and distract With doubts of them : no fear of your good mind, Of your firm love and fruitful ; but, alas ! I am no strong man as you my guard, and ache With new faint fear of their fresh angers : then. This watch on me, my ways and rooms barred up. No help nor issue, shakes and sickens me With pangs for every stroke in the hour, that says I am so much more time prisoner. Darnley. For your guard, 176 BOTHWELL. It must be later taken off; the rest I will find mean of help for. They are now In council with your brother, new brought home With seal from me of pardon to reverse Your fresh and rash attainder, in my name Now cancelled and made strengthless ; and I think There must three judgments be debated of,- Whether, for hurt done to the common state And treason to succession, you must bear Penance of death, or life's imprison- ment. Which fear not I will have them put in form, Nor see it pass upon you ; the third mean Is for some season that you be in ward In Stirling Castle, till your warrant given And free consent to this late justice done. And to the new faith stablished in the realm By right and rule of law, religiously. And to mine own investiture as king. Now for no fear at all or doubt of them. But very love and good desire toward you, I will go plead your part, and take them sign Of seasonable submission ; with which word I doubt not but to reconcile their thoughts. And bring their loves back bounden to your feet. Queen. Neither do I doubt. Let them draw this bond, I will set hand to what they will of me. To seal you king needs now no grace of mine, Hardly my leave; and for their faith, it has Too firm a foot for my poor power to shake, Had I the will now molten in me strong As ere the fire of fierce necessity Had made it soft and edgeless ; for their deed, Say, if they hold my word of pardon worth More than mere scorn, I am bound to thank them, being Masters of me and of my wrath or will. And needing show me no such courtesy; And if it please them take mine oath and hand To sign them safe, and mark them from all charge Sackless and scatheless, let them take it ; alas ! I thought well they might rather take my life. And yet I think well they would take indeed But for your safeguard of me ; would they not Slay me .-' nay, by your honor tell me — nay, I know they would, had I no guard in you. Slay me defenceless. Darnley. Have no fear: I have sworn They shall not touch you roughly. Queen. Swear again, That I may quite rest confident ; and yet Swear not ; I would not seem to hold you fast To your own peril ; better were I dead Than you fell in their danger for my sake. Ah ! and I know not, I may hardly think I hav{? you surely on my side. Dar)iley. By heaven. You shall want nothing of my help or love. Queen. How had you heart to go so near my death .'' Darnley. I had no mind to hurt you. Queen. None? well, none — I will not think it ; yet I was nigh dead. You saw my very death here at my breast Where your child is not yet — I did not think To feel instead there murder's iron lip> For his soft suckling mouth. Darnley. Come, think not of it BOTHWELL. 177 Qi(cc7i. I had not time to think of it indeed. But I think now you will have hardly power To match your will to save me, if their will Shall yet be mortal to me : then I saw You had not power, or had not will ; and now I know not which vou have yet. Daniley. They shall find ' I have power enough and will to turn them. Queen. Well — I lean, then, on your hand. If you were mine, Though they were subtler and more strong in hate, They should not hold me here in peril. Daniley. Plow .'' Queen. No matter, so their guard were less on me. Darnley. You would take flight, then? Queen. Ay, with you for wing To lift me out of prison. Darnley. Whither.'* Queen. Nay, I am but the fool of your keen flatter- ing wit. Who let you see my little hope that lives To see my some day sunnier : yet God knows Without light of you it were lustre- less. I can look forth not, or heave up my hand. But with your help to stay me. Darnley. Surely no. As you .stand now, you cannot ; and I were A faithless fool to mine own fortune, if 1 loosed you out of sight for wanton- ness, Who have vou now in hand : but for all this li may be flight were no such unwise mean To assure our free and mutual power on thtem, And show them simply subject ; as it is. They have some show of hold on us which makes Our reign and freedom questionable and slight : I see some reason in it. Queen. Why, do you think That you being here their gaoler in their eye Can be their king too, or not rather they Lords both of gaol and warder .-* they will hold you But as the minister of their power on me. Of no more office than a doorkeeper Nor honor than their headsman ; but fled hence You are very king indeed, by your own hand, Lord of the life you give and majesty. By no man's furtherance and no grant of theirs Made pensioner and proxy for their reign Who should bear rule and you the sem- blance, worn As mask of all their faces, glove of hands, And hollow trumpet blown of all their mouths. But mine and all their free and sove- reign king. Darnley. Why, so I say; they must be borne in hand. Look you, we must not set their fears on edge ; They shall suspect not : I will take them word. And bring them to you for your bond. Queen. Meantime, I will but walk an hour here hand in hand With my good brother; let me speak to him While they shall draw the schedule. Darnley. I will bid him Attend you, and your women ; but be sure You take him not to counsel : he is wise. And full of malice ; let him not be part Of our new mind. 178 BOTH WELL. Queen. He shall not. Darn ley. But you smile : What should he 'do to know it? Queen. He shall not know. Darniey. Well, you shall see him, and they take off your guard ; I will make sure : but when and by what means Think you to fly ? Queen. To-night. Darniey. God help your wit! To-night ? Queen. Before the change of watch ; I have said : Weak as I stand, and burdened, and soul-spent, I will be hence. Mistrust me not for strength ; My soul shall make my body like itself, A servant armed to wait upon my thought And page my purpose as its minister Till the end be held in hand. This guard removed, I will find ways out to win forth to- night, Fear not, and servants. Go now to the lords With all submissive mild report of me. And bring them to receive my word and hand To confirmation of what bond they please For pardon and possession of their will; And for your kingship — sir, assure yourself That in few hours it shall be seen and sure You shall need never seek their loves again, Or hands to help you to it, or tongues to cry. Nor be called king by will of any man, Nor lord by choice of any friend on earth. Darniey. Nay, I would heed no voices. Queen. And be sure You shall not build your power on loves of theirs. Nor live by their election. Go, and thrive ; Think how my faith and hope and love in you Find all their rest and stronghold, and on them Set up your trust and standard of your strength. [Exit Darnley. So much is done ; go thou, then, first to death; For from this hour I have thee. — Heart, lie still, Till I may make those mightier traitors mine That shall be swords for me to smite him with. And then be free as fire. Enter Mary Beaton. Hast thou no news ? Mary Beaton. The lord of Bothwell lies at secret ward To bear you forth of peril here by force ; He has gathered up his men beyond the walls To break this guard upon you when you will. If at your suit it shall not be with- drawn ; Here is his token brought me privily For your own hand. Queen. No, in my heart it is, My love and lord, thy token ; this poor heart. That, ere mine ear is smitten with thy name, Hears it, and turns to springing fire. What thanks Would I not rather pay than these of words For this thy loving speed .^ Yet send him these. And bill him, I would fain say come but wait Till I have tried my traitors; if VM tongue Win them to slack their hold on me to-night, We may speed surelicr; if their hands h'old fast, Then let him smite and slay and set me free. I would have all their heads here in my lap, BOTH WELL. 17^ fell him, not one or two slain sud- denly, That their blood shed may seem not spilt by chance, Nor lost and won in hazard of affray, But sacrificed by judgment, and their names Who would have made of royalty in me Ruin, and marred the general name of king, Shall with their lives be perfectly put out, Royally ruined ; wherefore if I may I will steal forth with subtle help of words. Not break their bonds with violence ; in which hope Bid him watch close. [Exit Mary Beaton. And when his watch is done It v/ill be morning, and the sun shall break As fire for them that had their hour by night And light for wrath to see them and to slay. Re-enter ARTHUR Erskine, introducing Murray. Arthur Erskine. Madam, my lord of Murray. Queen. Ah ! my brother, Had you been here, they had not used me thus. Murray. I am sorry, madam, such things should be done As even the strain of sharp necessity Can make but fierce and bitter. Queen. Is this all .'' Nay, it was necessary then and just. Or I must seem and strive to think it was. If you say so. But in my present sight. Now when a feather's or a flower's weight borne Might make life stoop within me, sense break down, All strong capacities of nature fail ; Now when the hardest heart with iron bound Might turn to very mercy for my sake, Here in mine eye to do my friend to death — For howsoe'er ye hold him, yet being dead I will not say but he was friend of mine Who lies now dead and slaughtered, — nay, by heaven, I will not cast that name of friend away Because the man my friend is slain for me, — I say, to kill him at my knee, to stain An unborn child's brow with his mur- dered blood, To affray with sanguine hands, shake with sheer blows, The weak and holy warders of the womb. The reverence and remembrance of us all For that which bare us hidden before birth And after was called mother, — oh, this deed. This, though all law were cast out of the vorld, All grace "^orgotten, — this, you will not say But they did ill who did it. What ! you weep .'• These tears are made of our deal father's blood, Who left in each of us such part of him As must yearn each toward other, and divide At need their mutual suffeiing : I knew well I need not fear to find not in your heart Some natural seed of comfort. Murray. That I weep I take no shame, to see you ; but mine eyes Receive more comfort than their tears can give To see, for all this rash and ruthless night. Vet you stand up unwounded, and your heart Is left you to put spirit in your speech Not like a sick man's. If you have no hurt. No hurt is done, though they did vio- lently; For this man's life was as a present death I So BOTHWELL. To the well-being and peace of all your state, Which, by the force of justice done on him, Stands now in surety. I would pray you make Your profit of your pain herein, being wise. As you well may; for this was not the man That you saw slain, but the man's policy, Stabbed through with all their daggers ; and you see How it lies dead and outcast. I be- seech you. For your own love and honor of high rule, Set not your heart toward it to raise it up That men would bury, lest the grave- yard reek Of d^aa men's craft and strange men's creeds brought back Prove poison to you. Queen. I will do what men will. I must not die, then ? Murray. There are those would have it For scandal and offence cast on the realm By shame done to the popular common- wealth in majesty made shameful ; as they say Through you it hath been, and your dealings known With this dead friend : some that would leave you life Spake of life spent in sharp imprison- ment Unto your death's day: but by mine award You are cpiit of either danger ; you must live But under guard till you by word ap- prove This man's desj)atch for necessary and just, Submit yourself to call your husband king, And own the true faith rooted in this realm For lawful and for sovereign here of rule. So much you shall. Queen. Nay, I will more than this. I will seal now what you will have me seal. What bond soever: let them come to me. Who wTought this murderous matter but last night. That I may sign their pardon with my tongue Ere they can crave or threaten. Let them come : So shall my perfect purpose be more plain Freely in all things to submit myself — I have your word already — to their will : Ay, even with all my new submissive heart, As else I cannot choose ; for what am I, That I should think much to submit myself ? Murray. Vou shall do wisely to keep faith with them. And make your word your action's measure : so Shall hearts n(,)W loosened from you be made fast, And love reclaimed wait on you loyally Through all your land's length. See, the lords are come. Enter Darnlev, Morton, and Ruth- VKN. Queen. Good morrow, sirs ; ye gave me no good night. Yet arc vou welcome even as life or death Were welcome to mc, coming with vour will : For without love of my good lords my life Were scarce worth holding out against their will ; Hut, if it please them I should die not yet. For their love's sake I give it welcome. Sirs, I have heard what terms ye lay upon mine head, And bow beneath them willingly, being sure BOTHWELL. I8 I It is Dut meet I should submit myself, It is but fit mere majesty bow down To take the burden by good men and wise Imposed upon it ; nor shall this be hard : For what ye did so suddenly and swift, If there be power of pardon in me, here With as good heart even as ye did the deed Do I forgive it ; nay, I should give you thanks That ye vouchsafe of me to be forgiven ; For what am I among you ? Let the bond Be drawn between us presently to sign, While for an hour's space I will walk and wait Here with my noble brother, hand in hand. And heart reposed on heart, eyes an- swering eyes. With pure plain faith : for wha* now in the world Should lies or dumb dissembling profit me, Though I were natural liar ? as I do trust Ye shall not find me, but most faithful ; yet. If I were falser than the foam of the sea, And wilfuller than wind, what should I do, Being yours, to mock you and myself, and lie fAgainst mine own life ? for ye see me, sirs, [How I stand bare between you, without strength, [At your mere mercy, with no friend on earth If ye will be mine unfriends; and I think To live but by your grace and leave, who might. If ye were minded, speak me out of life Or sign me dead with smiling; I were mad To play with lies, who feel your hands on me So heavy as they are, and have no hope Save to be pitied and believed of you. I pray you, then, have faith in me, who live In your faith only, and, if it fail me here, Must die the lowliest death in all tlie world, And no man's hand to help me. Darnley. She says truth : There is no hand. Morton. Madam, though faith stand fast, Yet fear hath something here to say of you. And wisdom to remember. We must think That what is done in service of yourself You cannot hold good service when it comes So masked in blood, so vizarded like death, As this of ours doth; and that yet in time You may find mean to wreak your wrath on us For having strangely served you, and perforce Given desperation and the dangerous time So desperate a deliverance from de- spair. We have saved you in this service done the state. Who must have else been broken in the breach Of the state's order and the popular law. By this man living violently misused ; But cannot hope yet for such thanks of you As even the deed deserves whose fierce despatch Has shaken you with thunder, and its flame Still makes your eyes blind to the good work done, And sharp need felt of it : so must this be. And so must we take heed lest, being yet blind. We give you scope and mean to hurt yourself. Queen. I did not think the thing was yet alive That could fear me. I82 BOTH WELL. DarnU-y. Nay, look you, she says right : We hnvc no room to fear her. Queen. Lo, r»y lords, How dangerous and how strong a thing it is That threatens here your state and safety ! sec, It is no less than woman, and unarmed. Half dead, unfriended, hard on child- bearing, Naked of arms or means : it were not wise To leave unguarded, without spies or swords About her path, so great a danger ; yea. Wise men would rather fear her force too much. Than good men show compassion. Do your wills : I am well content to know you wise, and so To bear what hard or lighter weight ye please : How sore soever, God knows, I believe It shall not long afiflict me. Murray. In my mind. It now shall less distract the general eye With apprehension of strange times and strife. To see the ways again made clear, and gates Not crowded up with guard. Darnley. Why, so I said. Ruthven. So \ say not. Bear with me though I seem i^ess confident or free of heart than men, Whose minds are gentle as their names, should be In things of common care: what hurt may come By fault of us, we know not, but we know It is no private peril ; if we err, Not we nor ours must only ache for it, But the whole popular heart of this great land Must bleed and break for our false friendship shown. And confident remission of our cause And very duty toward her, through mere wish To be called gentle toward her ene- mies. Queen. I am her enemy, then : w here lies my strength ? What field ? what weapon } how shali we make war, Take truce and break it, with what equal face Stand brow to brow for battle ? By this hand, I knew not yet how strong it was, nor worth How many hands of swordsmen ; were this true, I might wax proud to be so terrible. Seeing in such great men's eyes so great a fear. And only mine own fearful face therein As in a mirror shadowed. Darnley. 'Tis mere truth : We should be shamed to seem in feah- of her. Yea, made a mockery in men's eyes and mouths For base and blind misgiving. Ruthven. You, my lords And equals with me in the proof of years, In the age of counsel and experience borne Of common service done our natural state. Shall best pass judgment, if in hate or fear I speak for mine own ends or enmities To turn your hearts from honor. For the queen, As she shall be toward God, so I toward her Would be fast frieiul and servant ; bul wherein She is not friend with heaven nor witb the state, I were no friend to serve her, nor to sa) There were no danger and no sin tc serve. Ye must all think I think not to livt long; And being so signed of sickness for m; grave With such a mortal seal, I speak al'vc \ BOTH WELL. ■83 A.S one being dead that speaketh : if ye lose The grace of God here won by your own hands, The power ye have to serve him, and the effect Of his good hour, through negligence of will, Or pride or pity, ye shall see the state Break from your hands, and, for one devil cast out. Seven entered in its body. Sirs, take heed: The least thing lightly overlooked or done May undo all things wrought. Keep fast your guards ; Jiy the king's counsel if they be with- drawn, Upon his head that bade them go shall rest What bloodshed ever follows : yet in time Think nothing weak that is not with us ; each May have some sting or weapon of it- self That till sloth feel it sees not. Queen. A wise rule : So should the wary wolf pen up the lambs. The falcon set good guaid upon the wren. For fear of teeth or talons Murray. We will give To the king's hand the bond for yours to sign : Meantime all ease and rf-verence shall you have, And freedom for your household folk to serve As best your need n:?.y bid them. Queen. Sirs, farewell. T will not pray you do but what ye will, Which shall seem wisely to me. — Let me have Word of their instant sentence. \Aside to Darivley.] Darnley [aside). With all speed. [i5'x^««/ Darnley, Murray, Morton, and RUTHVEN. Queen, Where are my servants Standen and Traquair ? Arthur Erskine. At hand to serve your highness. Queen. Ah, to serve ! My highness is brought low, too low to claim Service of men ; if I may find but love Or only pity of any, this shall be All utmost service I desire of them. I have but my sorrows to my subjects left, And these rebellious ; yet I keep what state And rule I may upon them. Tell those twain I pray their patience lend me but the time To hear what I would have them, and to choose If they will do it for pity. Arthur Erskine. Think them here. And your will done already. \Exit. Queen. Yea, my will ! What knowest thou may my will be ? By this light, I feel a heat and hurry of the heart That burns like joy ; my blood is light and quick. And my breath comes triumphantly as his That has long labored for a moun- tainous goal. And sets fast foot on the utmost cliff of all. If ere the race be run my spirit be glad, What when it puts the palm of peril on, And breathes clear air, and conquers ? Nay, I think The doubt itself and danger are as food To strengthen and bright wine to quicken me, And lift my heart up higher than my need. Though that be high upon me. Re-enter Erskine with Traquair and Standen. Now, my friends, Ye come unlike to courtiers, come to serve Me most unlike a queen: shall I think yet I have some poor part in your memories safe, 1 84 nOTinVELL. And you some care of what I was, and thought How I fare now ? Shall I take up my hope, That was cast down into the pit of death, To keep the name God gave me, and the seal Fhat signs me royal, by your loves and faiths Recrowned and reinstated ? Say but no, Or say but naught, this hope of mine and heart Are things as dead as yesterday: my cause Lies in your lips, to comfort or con- found, As ye see reason. Yet, as power is yours. So let remembrance in you be for light To see the face of the time by ; so let faith. Let noble pity and love be part of you, To make you mindful what a cause it is That ye must put in judgment, and what life For fame or shame to you through all time born Ensues upon your sentence ; for ye choose If ye will match my dangers with your faiths. And helj) me helpless with your hearts, who lie lly grief and fear made heartless; or lend hand To make my weakness weaker, and break down My brcjken wall of sovereignty; which now \Vc wot were no sore labor. Standen. Let him die As heartless toward the grace of God, who hath No heart in him to give its blood for yours ! Traquair. So say we all your ser- vants. Queen. Did I know it.' Meihinks 1 knew, when I bade send for you, Ye should so say. Ah, friends I I had no fear But I should find me friends in this fierce world. Or I had died unfriended. Shall I thank you For being the true men and the kind ye are, Or take your service thankless, since I thought Ye could not else, being young and of your kinds. But needs must be my help.? ye have not hearts To strike, but at men wcaponed ; ye would not Lay hard hand on a woman weak with child, A sick sad woman that was no man's queen Of all that stood against her ; yet her son, The unborn thing that pleads again with you As it could plead not with them, ons went, That should have stabbed to death the race of kings. And cut their stem down to the root ; here, here The pistol's mouth that bruised mv breast, the hand That struck athwart my shoulder, found their mark, Made here their point to shoot at: in my womb I>y them the bud of empire should have died. That yet by you may live, and yet give thanks For flower and fruit to them that sa' ed the seed. Standen. They shall die first. 7'riujutiir. (."ommand us what n'\vt way There is to serve you : though the V'.iy were fire. We would be through it. Queen. To-night, then, at first vvatc** I puri)()se with the man's help — nuy, what n.mie BOTHWELL. 185 Shall his be now ? king, husband, or, God help, King's father? — with the man that you called king As I called husband, to win forth of bonds By the close covered passage under- ground That by strange turns and strait blind working ways Winds up into the sovereign cemetery Whose dust is of my fathers; there- without Wait you with horse ; and when you see us rise Out of the hollow earth among the dead, Be ready to receive and bear us thence. Some two hours' haste will speed us to Dunbar, Where friends lie close, and whence with sudden strength I trust to turn on these good lords again. Do this for such poor love's sake as your queen's, And if there be thanks worthy in the world, Them shall she give ; not silver, sirs, nor gold. Nor the coined guerdon that is cast on churls To coin them into service ; but a heart. If not worth love, yet loving, and a faith That will die last of all that dies in me. And last of all remembrances foregone Let your names go. God speed you, and farewell. Scene II. — Ruins of the Abbey of HOLYROOD. Enter Arthur Erskine, Traquair, and Stan den. Standen. It must be time ; the moon is sick and slow That should by this be higher. Arthur Erskine. It is your eye Whose sight is slow as sickness; for the moon Is seasonable and full : see where it burns Between the bare boughs and the broken tombs Like a white flower whose leaves were fire : the night Is deep and sharp wherein it hangs, and heaven Gives not the wind a cloud to carry, nor Fails one faint star of all that fill their count To lend our flight its comfort; we shall have Good time of heaven and earth. Traquair. How shall the steeds Be shared among us t Arthur Erskine. If she keep her mind. My English gelding best shall bear the queen, And him the Naples courser. Hark I they come. Standen. It was a word said of the wind to hear What earth or death would answer. These dead stones Are full of hollow noises, though the vault Give tongue to no man s footfall : when thev come. It will speak louder. Lo, how straight that star Stands over where her face must break from earth As it hath broken ! it was not there before. But ere she rise is risen. I would not give The third part of this night between us shared For all the days that happiest men may live. Though I should die by morning. Traquair. Till she come, I cannot choose but with my fears take thought. Though all be after her sweet manner done And by her wise direction, what strange ways And what foul peril with so faint a guard Must of so tender feet be overpast Ere she win to us. 1 86 BOTH WELL. Arthur Erskine. All these with laugh- ing lijjs Shall she pass through; the strength and spring of soul That set her on this danger will sustain Those feet till all her will and way be won. Her spirit is to her body as a staff, And her bright fiery heart the travel- ler's lamp That makes all shadow clear as its own light. Enter from the vaults the QuEEN a7id Darnley. Queen. Here come the wind and stars at once on us ; How good is this good air of that full heaven That drives the fume back of the sepul- chres, And blows the grave away ! Have no more fear ; These are no dead men. Darnley. Nay, I fear no dead ; Nothing I fear, of quick or dead, but God. Shall I not go before you .■* Queen. Not a foot. See you, my friends, what valiant hearts are here. My lord's and mine, who hardly have crept forth. In God's fear only, througft the charnel- house, Among the bones and skulls of ancient kings That thought not shame to stand for stumbling-stones In their jjoor daughter's way, whose heart had failed. But that his hardier heart held up her feet, Who even if winds blew did not shrink nor shake For fear of aught but Cod. The night is kind, And these March blasts make merry with the moon That laughs on our free flight. Where stand your steeds .'' Arthur Erskine. Madam, hard by in shadow of the stones; I'lcase you, this way. Queen. I will to horse with you. Darnley. No, but with me. Queen. It is not my good will. Ride you alone, and safer. — Friend, your arm. Scene III. — Murray's Lodging»in HOLYROOD. Enter Murray, Morton, and Ruthven. Morton. There is no present help '- the violent speed Of these fierce days has run our chances down. It is found certain she comes back to- day; Soon as their flight drew bridle at Dunbar, Yet hot from horse, she sends for Bothwell in. With all his border thievery, red-foot knaves. The hardiest hinds of Liddesdale ; next him His new bride's brother, Huntley, more in care To win the land back than revenge the blood His father lost for treason ; after these Caithness with Athol, and the queen's chief strengths, The earl marshal and the archbishop ; in few days Eight thousand swords to wait on that sweet hand Was worth so little manhood ; then Argyle, Who should have been a sea-wall on our side Against the foam of all their faction, he. Struck to the heart with spite and sharp desjiair Through proof late made of English faith, — as you, My lord of Murray, felt it when ye twain Sought help, and found false heart there, — casts himself Over upon her side ; with him two more Her last vear's rebels, Rothes and Glen- cairn, BOTHWF.LL. 187 And pardon sealed for all that rose with them \Vho were not of our counsel in this death. Thus fare we without help or hope of these, And from the castle here of Edinburgh The hot Lord Erskine arms in our offence His mounted guns, making the queen more strong Than had her flight won first its dark- ling walls, And for a free camp in the general field Set up her strength within the fortress here — Which serves her now for outwork, while behind The whole force raised comes trooping to her hand. In this deep strait that our own hands have dug And our own follies channelled, to let in Storm on our sails and shipwreck on our hopes, My counsel is that whoso may stand fast Should here in harbor bide his better day. And we make land who may not : you, my lord, As by James Melville she solicits you. May honorably assure your peace with her. Being speckless in her sight of this man's blood ; We that dipped open hand in it must hence. And watch the way of the wind and set of storm Till the sea sink again. Rtithven. Sir, so say I ; You serve not us a whit nor change our chance By tarrying on our side. Let no man fly For our deed's sake, but we that made our deed The witness for us not to be gainsaid By foe of ours or friend we have on earth. It was well done ; what else was done, and ill. We must now bear the stroke of, and devise Some healing mean in season. This is sure, That faith or friendship shall have no long life Where friendship is ingraffed on breach of faith ; But shame, despite, division, and dis- trust Shall eat the heart out of their amity. And hate unreconcile their heartless hands Whom envious hope made fast, or cun- ning fear. This cannot be but nigh ; and ye that live Shall see more sure for this blind hour's default. And hold more fast, and watch more heedfully. The new chance given, for this chance cast away. I shall not see it, how near soe'er ; and yet The day that I shall die in banishment Is not much nigher than must their doom's day be Whose trust is in the triumph of theii hour. Mine is now hard on end; but yours shall last, I doubt not, till its service be all done. And comfort given our people. Take the Lairds Grange and Pittarrow with you to the queen. Ye shall find peace and opportunity With present welcome as for proffered love ; Make swift agreement with her ; this shall be The surest staff that hope may take in hand. Farewell. Murray. I would not say it, if ye not knew My faith dejjarts not with me from your side, Nor leaves the heart's bond broken of our loves; 8S BOTHIVELL. But in this trust, though loath, I take farewell, To give you welcome ere the year be dead. Ruthveii. Me shall you not, nor see my face again. Who ere the year die must be dead ; mine eyes Shall see the land no more that gave them light, But fade among strange faces ; yet, if aught I have served her, I should less be loath to leave This earth God made my mother. Murray. Then farewell. As should his heart who fares in such wise forth To take death's hand in exile. I must fare, 111 now or well I know not ; but I deem I have as much as you of banishment. Who bear about me but the thought of yours. Scene IV.— Holyrood. The Queen and Sir James Melville. Queen. Am I come back to be con- trolled again, And of men meaner ? must I hold my peace Or set my face to please him.? Nay, you see I low much miscounselled is he, strajed how far I'rom all men's hope and honor, and to me How strange and thankless, whom in self-dcspite \o\\ will me yet to foster: I would live Rather the thrall of any hind on earth. Melville. I would but have your wis- dom hide somewhile The sharpness of your spirit, whose edge of wrath There is no man but now sees mani- fest ; As there is none who knows him that hath cause To love or honor ; yet great pity it is lo see what nobler natural mind he had. And the first goodness in him so put out By cursed counsel of his mother's kin. The bastard Douglas, and such ill friends else As most are unfriends : but this fire in you Who chose him, being so young, of your own will. Against the mind of many, for your lord. Shall rather burn yourself than purge his mood. And the open passion of your heart and hate Hearten in him the hate he bears not you. But them that part you from him. Twice, you know, — Or now my tongue were less for love's sake bold, — Twice hath it pleased your highness charge me speak W^hen time or need might seem for counsel : then That thus you charged me, now such need is come. Forgive that I forget not. Queen. I might well. Did you forget, forgive not ; but I know Your love forgot yet never any charge That faith to me laid on it ; though I think I never bade vou counsel me to bear More than a queen might worthily, nor sought To be advised against all natural will, That with mine honor now is joined to speak And bid me bear no more with him, since both Take part against my patience. For his hate. Henceforth shall men more covet it than fear ; My foot is on its head, that even to- day Shall yield its last poor power of poison And live to no man's danger till it die. Enter Darn LEV and Murray. Welcome, dear brother and my worth) lord, BOTH WELL. 189 Who shall this clay by your own word be clear In all men's eyes that had ill thoughts of you. Brother, to-day my lord shall purge himself, By present oath before our councillors. Of any part in David's murdered blood, And stand as honorable in sight of all Whose thought so wronged hmi as in mine he doth Who ever held him such as they shall now Murray. Must he swear this ? Daridey. Who says I shall not swear ? Queen. He has given his faith to swear so much to-day, And who so shameless or so bold alive As dare doubt that ? Murray. Not I : in God's name, no ; No more than any other. Darnley. Nay then, well ; I am not angry. Queen. 'Tis the noblest mood That takes least hold on anger those faint hearts That hold least fire are fain to show it first ; The man that knows himself most hon- orable Fears least or doubts if others hold him so ; But he that has small honor in himself Is quick to doubt what men may deem of him, And thence most swift in anger as in fear Of men's imagined judgments ; praised be God, Our lord is none such. Is the deed not drawn That gives into our servant Bothwell's hand The forfeit lands of IMaitland for his own That by his former fault stand for- feited.? Murray. Is it your purpose he shall have those lands t Queen. It is my very ])urposc. Murray. I grieve at it. Queen. Grieve or be glad, it stands my purpose yet. W^e should be gone to meet our coun- cillors; My heart thinks long till it shall know my lord Held of the world as noble as of me. Darnley It is not time. Queen. No, but much more than time Come with me, brother \Exeunt QUF.EN and MURRAY Melville. I am sorry for your grace. Darnley. You must not think 1 know not all this while That she doth mock me. Melville Nay, her mood may change Darnley. Never for me. I had been much better dead Than cast off thus, who cast mine own friends off And knew not for whose sake. She hath slain the men W^ho kept that night the gates while he was slain ; I would she had rather taken too mj blood Than put my life to shame : yet I may live To put that off upon her ; had I friends. Shame should go back from me to her, who thinks To lay it on her wedded lord, and laugh ; As I may one day laugh yet. Heai you news Of Morton and mine uncle "i Melville. They are fled ; I hear but this, not whither. Darnley. As they brewed. So let tliem drink; the hands were none of mine That mixed that cup to them ; so much I swear. And niav so much with honor. Yd would God I had not chosen to lose their loves for hers. And found so cold her favor ! Scarce escaped. Scarce out of bonds, half breathless yet with flight, Xo mind was in her of my help, my love. My hand that brake her prison : for all this, I go BOTHWELL. \fy kin forsaken, mine own wrongs and gnefs Forgotten, mine own head imperilled, mine For hers that I delivered, and perchance To leave within their danger had done well. No thought or thanks I get of her ; and these That, had I stood by them, might stand by me When I shall need, may mock me for her fool. And curse me for their traitor. Yet I think, Were I once clear of her as now of these. Please God, to make mine own strength by myself, "Being both ways free ; I know not well yet how, But I will take mine own part yet, or die. \^Exeiait. Scene V. — A Street. Enter Two Burgesses. First Burgess. What is this news that flies so in the dark Like a night-bird whereof we know it is. But of what wing we know not ."* Second Burgess. This that comes From the exiled lords in England, to make bare The face of Darnley's falsehood, with what lips He swore his deed away, and damned himself? They had no sooner knowledge of such shame, Than word was sent of him through all the land. Large witness of his full complicity And cc^nscicncc with them of the work to be For which they groan in barren banish- ment. While he crawls here before the scorn- ful {|uecn, And has betrayed the blood of his allies To the axe's edge of unjust judgment. First Burgess. One By treason of his tongue already slain Now speaks of him with breathless mouth to God ; And Maitland and two more lie undei doom Through but his witness ; yet for all this shame It seems he has won small guerdon save the shame. But hath his treason for his treason's fee ; And this more comfort, to behold the man That by his lips, and nobler hands than his, Was done to righteous death, and thrust in earth Before the main door of this Abbey church. Unearthed again, and nobly re-interred Hard by the grave's edge of Queen Magdalen, That men may judge how near he grew alive To the queen's side yet living ; where instead A worthier stay now in her brother stands For her false lord to look upon and loathe No less than David, and much more to fear. Whom with that David he laid trains to slay Aforetime, and again made vaunt but now In the queen's sight to slay him ; or so herself Gave word to the earl, and willed him make demand Of the king's own false fearful mouth ; but he, Whom thus perchance she sought to make the sword To pierce her husband, modestly be spake Before her face this caitiff like a friend, And was put off with faint excuse ; and yet, Heart-wrung to see him stand, or any man. Fast in her favor, like one sick with grief BOTH WELL. 191 The king flies forth to Glasgow, where apart His father's head is hidden ; and there as here He sits not in men's sight now royally, But with some six or eight goes up and down Even where he lists, and none takes note of him ; While the miscounselled queen, grown high in mind, Holds privy commerce with the brood o' the Pope Whose plots corrupt the northward English air. And with the murderous Irish, to put out The live light of our God from sea to sea With insurrection of the fires of hell And smoke of slaughter ; meantime she reclaims Of the English queen, for prisoners to her hand. The death-doomed lords in exile ; and men say They find scant countenance of the southern court ; Yet they think not she will deliver them. Second Burgess. One is there hath found sure deliverance; No chain of man's can mark him pris- oner more, Nor whence he rests can any banish him ;■ Ruthven is dead. First Burgess. God hath his friend, then, safe ; For God's friend he was ever ; and hath died Most fortunately, seeing not what we live Too soon to see. Second Burgess. He was a nobler man Than his own name was noble : no Scot born More true to the old love of his natural land. Nor stouter-hearted on the gospel side \ Of all that stood to serve it. Yet have these As valiant servants ; Morton, though cast out. Lives secret yet in England, whence the queen Dares not, I think, for shame's sake, yield him up To this queen's bloody judgment, or for fear And hostile heart she will not. We shall know Shortly what upshot God will bring of all; Whate'er this be, there will be none again That shall do Darnley good. First Burgess. I saw him swear That day before the council ; he was pale As one half drunken, stammering as in wrath. With insolent forehead and irresolute eyes, Between false fear and shameful hardi- hood. With frontless face that lied against it- self. And trembling lips that were not yet abashed For all their trembling. Second Burgess. Ay, good cause was there To shake him to the soul, having cast off Friendship and faith of good men, yet being still Signed with their enemies' blood too plain and broad To gain the good-will of unrighteous- ness. When his day comes that men are weary of him, God shall strike home. First Burgess. Then should that stroke be swift ; For evil and good alike are weary of him. Scene VI. — Castle of Alloa. Murray and Darnley. Darnley. Shall I not see her ? but if I see her not I will be wroken of you that shut me out. By God I will. What 1 are ye not conv bined. 192 BOTHIVELL. Vou, my false-blooded brother, demi- ]jriiice, And liothwell, and the trustless fool Argyle, \\ ith her to unmake me ? I shall foil you though, Vea, were all three made each a triple man With thrice your heart and wit. Murray. You strike too high, And shear but air in sunder : there's none yet That wills you so much evil as yourself, Would you but think it. Turn your wrath on me, It cannot wound or fright out of its peace A soul that answers not your hate, nor w'orks By night or light against you. Darnlcy. Swear me that. And if a devil there be, I am rid of you Whom he will gripe at once, and hale to hell. You took not word to Melville from my wife, Of warning with rebuke for his past pains To reconcile us, and with charge to be No more familiar with me for her sake ; You were not of her counbel to lie in At Stirling, whence she fled from sight of me, Who following hither was again cast off, And till our child was born in Edin- burgh Might scarce have sight of her, and may not now When, scarce a month delivered, she comes back To take by sea and land her pleasure here ( )f hunt or sail among the firths and hills In such fair fellowship as casts out mine. It was not you that knew this, and approved : I pray you, swear it. Murray. Vou arc lesser than a child. That, btmg as simple, yet by innocence Exceeds you naturally. What cause have I Or power to wrong you } what good thing of yours Should 1 desire to strip from you, and wear, What gold or grace to gird myself withal, And stand up clad in thievish orna- ment To take your place thrust out t Con- spiracy Should have some gain for warrant of itself, With vantage of some purpose; none lays wait To slay or steal save what may profit him ; So sit you safe enough. Darnley. I shall not see her } Murray. If you will be well coun- selled, no : her mood Is hard and keener since your child was born. And she, new-risen from childbed, hither came To taste the savor and sweetness of the sea, I think, with no mind you should follow her; Nor am myself, howbeit you hold me hers, And of one counsel to put down your hopes. More near her favor ; one man's eye alone Sees her face favorable, one only ear Hears her speak soft; if he be friend of mine, You know as I know. Darnlcy. Why, ye are reconciled; I have heard what care she had to appease both parts. When you before her face had bravct' him, saying, Ere he reft Maitland's forfeit land and state Some score as honorable as he should die, And she had cast herself across your wrath With reconciling passion; av, nu lord, BOTH WELL. 193 T=ike note we are not so dull of ear or brain I^nt we hear word of you, and under- stand The traitors that ye all are, all, to me. The false heart and the lying lips that serve The murderous meaning of your will, and hers The first and worst. What! will ye have my life ? Is it my helpless blood that she would take To serve for christening-water to her child, And for the font no gift of English gold Though bright and hollow and void as English love. But the strait coffin, the vile shell of death, That hides and bears me graveward ? but I live. To save myself and to revenge I live, And will not die for all you. Enter the QuEEN and BOTHWELL. Queen. What is this That makes such wrathful or such wo- ful war Even on our ears, and here .'' We bade you not Come brawl before us like a groom, and break Our breath of peace with cries of con- tumely- Here is not room enough for rioters' threats To ring through and return ; in Edin- burgh You have leave to brawl and wail and swear and cry. Feed where you list, and love ; here I would rest. With thus much leave yet by your gracious grant, That I may somewhile sit apart, and think What man I have to husband. Darnley. I will go : I would I had not come between your eyes Nor now nor ever. Queen. Then they had never learnt What makes or makes not man worth looking on. Darnley. Am I not worth your eye? Queen. I pray, go back : I would not say what you are worth or no. Darnley. I am yet worth two bas- tards ; and this man. If he shall do me less than right, by heaven, Shall wear the proof upon him. Murray. Sir, your words Are as swords drawn of drunkards' hands, which first Feel their edge bite ; me can they make not shrink, You they may pierce, and slay your own good name, If any man be that gives ear to you. Darnley. You will not fight with me .'' Queen. What ! in our face .-* Hath fear gone after shame ? Murray. Let hnn pass hence : He hath said truth once ; we shall not fight. Queen. I charge you Make straight atonement ; else, though shame be dead, I will find means to raise up fear alive. Darnley. Nay, I spake hot and hastily : my lord, You know I bear no bitter heart toward you : I am more of quick tongue than of evil will. Murray. Sir, so I hold you. Darnley. So you do but right. Nor will I stay to chafe your majesty, That has all power to bid me to and fro Who yet was called your lord once of the priest. And am no lord, but servant. \Exit. Queen. Said you, once ? Not once, but twice, he hath spoken truth to-day. Yet sits it strange upon his lips. Murray. I would He had come not hither, or you not bidden him back. Queen. What! should he stay .^ Fait brother, wot you well, 194 BOri/lVELL. I had rather touch in the dark a ser- pent's flesh, And with its body and breath confound mine own, Than with his breath and body. Nev- er more, By Mary Virgin, while these limbs are mine And these my living lips, never will I Pollute myself with him ; by kiss nor touch Shall ever he defile me. Nay, too, see, (You have not seen) what privacies he hath With what strange friends ; here have I to my hand Letters of his to Philip and the Pope, That they should know I am slacker toward the faith Than Rome would have me, or Spain ; he swears I am cold, I have cast off care (God wot) to serve the Church, And he it is, my lord, being strong in faith. Expounds mine unfaith to them. Bothwell. Hath he sworn To sleep for their sakes in a naked grave ? If this were blown among the popular folk, Scant time there were to sew his shroud, I ween. Ere earth were shed upon him, Murray. Ay, but, sir, They must not know it ; it were not well they knew ; Nor shall it be put forth among them. Bothxvcll. No! It shall not > Murray. By my will it shall not be, Bothwell. His will ! and shall not ! Is it cjueen, or king, 'J'hat holds the rod of rule in Scotland here ? Madam, what says your sometime majesty Of such a kingly will } since, for your own, It has no power, it shall not fight with his. Shall not have way, nor shall not be at all, Except it swim with his will. Murray. This is naught. Bothwell. Yea truly, naught shall be this will of yours, — This potent will that shall not tread ik down ; Yea, what you will or will not, all is naught. Naught as your name, or title to bear rule Within the realm possessed more royally. Murray. 'Tis not a score as big-voiced men as this Shall make me weak with wagging of their tongues, That I should loose what lies into my hand. Madam, what faith I bear you and good- will. If that you know not, let the time and proof. Not mine own lips, be witness : in this realm I have some power to serve you, by no craft Unjustly purchased nor by force of hand Won masterfully ; and for God's love and yours That which I may I will do to keep fair In the open eye of all men your good name And power, which if that name be blown against With windy whispers of ill-minded folk, Or such as see your marriage-bed lie cold. And know not wherefore, dies out of your hand, And is no more forever. Therefore is it I would not the worst cause of strife you have Were opened to the people : for himself, ^'ou know if ever love between us were Since first I fell under your stroke of wrath For his sole sake, whose match then made with you I would betimes have broken, but being made Would not now see rent shatncfully in twain That men should sj)eak you wrong. BOTinVELL. 195 Qtieen. You are honorable ; But yet the whole worst cause you know not of, — That even his father Lennox writes me here Letters to put the charge thereof away, And clear himself of fellowship there- in, Assuring his own honesty, albeit His word is worthless with his son my lord, And his name held not as a father's name. This letter will I lay before the lords, That they may see what manner of cause he hath To plead against us with what likeli- hood, When his own father shall forswear his cause. I am assured he hath set his lewd light mind, — Out of what fear I know not, or what shame, — To flee forth of the kingdom, and take ship For the islands westward of that south- ern cape Where the out-thrust heel of England cleaves the sea; But God knows how to live there, if by spoil Or what base mean of life : only thus much In parley with the French ambassador He hath avowed, and wept to tell of wrongs That, as he swears, have driven him down to this. Murray. He is a fool, and vile : yet let not him Be the more dangerous to you even for this, That he is vile and foolish ; there should be Wise means to curb and chain the fool in him Without the scandal of the full-mouthed world. Queen. Such have I sought ; and pres- ently I think To have him brought again in Edin- burgh Before the lords in council, even those men Who stood in arms against him with yourself When first there grew debate upon our match (Which I could pray now with too tardy tongue That God had given you force to break indeed). And were of counsel with him afterward In David's bloodshed, and betrayed of him Into mine hand again for perfect fear. Fear and false heart ; even before these, I say, Whose threefold memory of him so must knit Their hearts to his, there shall he plead, and say If he have aught against me blame- worthy. Or what he would : so shall he be dis- played. And we in the eyes of all men justified That simply deal with him and honor- ably. Not as by cunning or imperious hand, But plain as with an equal. Bothzvcll. By my head. Your counsel, madam, is more than man's poor wit. Murray. It may do well : would all were well indeed ! I see no clearer way than this of yours Nor of more peaceful promise. I will go To bid my friends together of the lords Who will be counselled of me, and to show Your purpose righteous : so I take my leave. {Exit Queen. Is not that light red oversea ? Bothwell. Blood-red. Queen. The wind has fallen : bu*. there the clouds come up • We shall not sail to-day. Bothivell. No : here will be No woman's weather. Queen. Yet I had in mind Either to sail or drive the deer to-day. I fear not so much rainfall or sea-drift ]()6 iwrinvELL. That I sliould care to house and hide my head. I never loved the windless weather, nor The dead face of the water in the sun : I had rather the live wave leapt under me, And fits of foam struck light on the dark air. And the sea's kiss were keen upon my lip And bold as love's and bitter ; then my soul Is a wave too that springs against the light, And beats and bursts with one great strain of joy As the sea breaking. You said well ; this light Is like shed blood spilt here by drops and there, That overflows the red brims of the cloud. And stains the moving water: yet the waves Pass, and the spilt light of the broken sun Rests not upon them but a minute's space ; No longer should a deed, methinks, once done, Kndure upon the life of memory To stain the days thereafter with re- morse. And mar the better seasons. Bot/iwell. So think I. Queen. If I were man, I would be man like you. Bot/nuell. What then ? Queen. And, being so loved as you of me, I would make use of love, and in good time Tut the scythe to it, and reap ; it should not rot As corn ungarnered, it should bring forth bread And fruit of life to strengthen mc : but, mark, Who would eat bread must earn bread: would you be king } Bothivell. Nay, but servant ever to my queen Scene VJI. — KniNHUkGH: the Par- liament-House. The QUEKN seated in state; near her I)u Croc and Murray; Darnley /';/ front., as at his arraignment ; on the one side the Lords of the Congrega- tion ; on the other those of the Queen'' s party, BoTHWELL, IIUNTLEY, CAITH- NESS, Athol, and the Archbishop of St. Andrew's. Queen. My lords, ye hear by hio own word of hand How fair and loyally our father writes, To purge his name that had indeed no soil Of any blame to us-ward ; though he have No power upon our wedded lord his son To heal his heart's disease of discon- tent : Which, for myself, before God's face and yours I do protest I know not what thing done Hath in my lord begotten or brought forth. Nor of what ill he should complain in me. Nay, here in very faith and humble- ness I turn me to him, and with clasped hands beseech That he would speak even all his mind of me, In what thing ever I have given my lord offence. And if before him I stand blameworthy Would lay my blame for burden on my head In this high jircsence ; which to bear shall be At once for penance and instruction to Tue, Who know not yet my lightest fault by name. Ochiltree. So would we all be certi- fied of you, Sir, that vour cause may stand forth visibly, Queen. l!et us go forth ; the evening j And men take cognizance of it who will be fair. ' see BOTIIWELL. 19; Nor root nor fruit now of your discon- tent ; We pray you, then, make answer to the queen. Du Croc. My lord, you have held me for a friend, and laid A friend's trust on me ; for that honor's sake For which I am bounden to you, give me now Bul leave to entreat you in all faith of heart Dishonor not yourself nor this great queen By speech or silence with a show of shame ; Let it be seen shame hath no portion here. But honor only and reconciled remorse That pours its bitter balm into the wound Of love somewhile divided from itself, And makes it whole ; I pray you, be it so now. Queen. An honorable petition, my good lord, And one that comes reverberate from my heart. Dariiley. I will not stand the ques- tion. Are ye set To bait me like a bondslave.'' Sirs, I think There is no worthier man of you than I, Whom ye would chide and bait and mock; howbeit, V'e shall not wring out of my smitten lips, As from a child's ye scourge till he speak truth, One word I would not; rather being thus used I will go forth the free man that I came. No nobler, but as noble. For your grace, I have stood too near you now to fall behind, And stand far back with vassal hat plucked off To bow at bidding ; therefore with free soul For a long time I take farewell and go. Commending you to God ; and if, as seems. I was or naught or grievous in youl eye. It shall not take offence this many a day At this that here offends it. So I have done: Enough said is said well. Botlnoell [aside to the QiieeJi). I never saw Such heart yet in the fool. Madam, speak now; I wot he hath made a beard or two of them Nod favorably. Queen. What should T say? not I. Botlnoell. Speak to the ambassador; bid him take heed This feather fly not shipward, and be blown Out of our hand ; speak to him. Queen. Have no such fear. He will not fly past arm's length; the French lord Will hold him safe unbidden. Look, they talk. Bcthweil. And yet I would he had spoken not so high. I did not think but he would bend, and mourn Like a boy beaten. Queen. With what sorrow of heart, My lords, we have heard such strange and harsh reply To our good words and meaning, none of you But must be as ourself to know it well But since nor kindliness nor humble speech Nor honest heart of love can so prevail Against the soul of such inveteracy, But wilful mind will make itself more hard Than modesty and womanhood are soft Or gentleness can speak it fair, we have not One other tear to weep thereon for shanie. So without answer, yea, no word vouch- safed, As all ye witness, no complaint, no cause. No reason shown, but all put off io wrath, — 198 BOTHWELL. I would not say, ourself in you, my lords, Mocked with defiance, — it were but a scorn To hold our session further. Thus in grief Will we fare hence, and take of you farewell. Being southward bounden, as ye know, to hear At Jedburgh what complaint of wrong there is Between our own folk and the border- ing men, Whose wardens of the English side have wrought us Fresh wrong but late; and our good warden here Shall go before us to prepare our way. Scene VIII. — Hermitage Castle. The Queen and Bothwell. Bothwell. I did not think you could have rid so fast. Queen. There is no love in you to lift your heart, Nor heart to lift the fleshly weight, and bear Forward : I struck my love even as a spur Into the tired side of my horse, and made it Leap like a flame that eats up all its way Till I were here. Pothivell. Why came you not before ? Queen. What ! am I now too slow? Bot/nuell. Ay, though you rode Beyond the sun's speed, yea, the race of time That runs down all men born. Forgive it me That I was wroth and weary for your love, Here lymg alone, out of your eyes; I could not But chafe and curse, sending my sj^irit forth From this maimed flesh yet halting with its wound To move about you like a thought, and bring me Word of your works and ways. Queen. I could not come. Bothwell. Was there so much work worthier to be done Than this, to give love and to take again Thus } but for my part, of all things in the world I hold this best, to love you ; and I think God never made your like for man to love. Queen. You are my soldier ; but these silk-soft words Become your lips as well as mine, when love Rekindles them ; how good it is to have A man to love you ! here is man in- deed, Not fool or boy, to make love's face ashamed. To abash love's heart, and turn to bit- terness The sweet blood-current in it. O my fair lord ! How fairer is this warrior face, and eyes With the iron light of battle in them left As the after-fire of sunset left in heaven When the sun sinks, than any fool's face made Of smiles and courtly color ! Now I feel As I were man too, and had part myself In your great strength; being one with vou as I, How sliould not I be strong? It is your deed, Bv grace of you and influence, sir, it is That I fear nothing; how should I lift up Mine eyes to your eyes, O my light o' the war. And dare be fearful ? yours but looked upon. Though mine were timorous as a dove's affrayctl. For very shame would give them heart, and fire To meet the eyes of danger. What were 1 To have your love, and love you, and yet be BOTH WELL. 199 No more than women are whose name is fear And their hearts bloodless, — I, who am part of you, That have your love for heart's blood ? Shall I think The blood you gave me fighting for my sake Has entered in my veins, and grown in me To fill me with you ? O my lord, my king, Love me ! I think you cannot love me yet. That have done naught nor borne for love of you ; But by the eye's light of all-judging God, That if I lie shall burn my soul in hell. There is not in this fierce world any thing. Scorn, agony, stripes, bonds, fears, woes, deep shame, Kingdomless ruin, but with open hands. With joyous bosom open as to love, Yea, with soul thankful for its great delight And life on fire with joy, for this love's sake I would embrace and take it to my heart. Both7uell. Why, there should need not this to love you well ; What should you have to bear for me, my queen, Or how should I more love you ? Nay, sweet, peace. Let not your passion break you ; your breast burns, Your very lips taste bitter with your tears. Queen. It is because — O God that pities us ! — I may not always lie thus, may not kneel. Cling round your hands and feet, or with shut eyes Wait till your lips be fast upon my face, And laugh with very love intolerable As I laugh now. Look, now I do not weep, I am not sad nor angered against heaven That ever he divides us ; I am glad That yet I have mine hour. Sweet, do not speak. Nor do not kiss me; let mine eyes but rest In the love's light of yours, and for a space My heart lie still, late drunken with love's wine. And feel the fierce fumes lessen and go out And leave it healed. Oh ! I have bled for you The nearest inward blood that is my life Drop by drop inly, till my swooning heart Made my face pale. I should look green and wan If by heart's sickness and blood-wast- ing pain The face be changed indeed; for all these days Your wound bled in me, and your face far off Was as a moving fire before mine eyes That might not come to see you ; I was dead, And yet had breath enough, speech, hearing, sight. To feel them strange and insupport- able. I know now how men live without a heart. Does your wound pain you } Both-well. What ! I have a wound.'' Queen. How should one love enough, though she gave all. Who had your like to love ? I pray you tell me. How did you fight ? Bothwell. Why, what were this to tell > I caught this reiver, bv some chance of God, That put his death into mine hand, alone. And charged him ; foot to foot we fought some space. And he fought well ; a gallant knave, God wot, And worth a sword for better soldier's work !00 BOTHWELL. TIkui these thieves' brawls. I would have given him life To ride among mine own men here and serve, lint he would not : so being sore hurt i' the ihigh I pushed upon him suddenly, and clove Ills crown through to the chin. Queen. I will not have you I Icnceforth for warden of these borders, sir ; \Vc have hands enow for that and heads to cleave That but their wives will weep for. Bot/nvelL Have no fear. This hour had healed me of more grievous wounds : When it shall please you sign me to your side, Think I am with you. Queen. I must ride — woe's me! The hour is out. Ik not long from me, love ; And till you come, I swear by your ow^n head I will not see the thing that was my lord, Though he came in to Jedburgh. I had thought To have spoken of him, but my lips were loath To mar with harsh intrusion of his name The least of all our kisses. Tet him be: We shall have time. How fair this castle stands ! These hills are greener, and that sing- ing stream Sings sweeter, and the fields are bright- er faced, Than I have seen or heard ; and these goc^d walls That keep the line of kingdom, all my life I shall have mmd of them to love them well. Nav, yet I must to horse. Bothwell. Ay must you, sweet ; If you will ride thus fifty mile a day, r.ui for your face you should be man indeed. Queen. Hut f(;r my face } Botlnoell. If you will make me mad -^ Queen. I dare not dwell with mad- men ; sir, farewell. Botlnvell. But for your love, and for its cruelty, I would have said, you should be man. Queen. Alas ! But for my love ? nav, now you speak but truth ; For I well knew there was no love in man. But we grow idle in this our laboring time. When we have wrought through all the heat o' the day, W^e may play then unblamed, and fear no hand To push us each from other : now fare well. Scene IX. — The Qiteen's Lodging AT Jedburgh. The three M.ARIES. Mary Carviichael. What, will she die .? how says this doctor now } Mary Seyton. He thinks by chafinc" of her bloodless limbs To quicken the numbed life to sense again That is as death now in her veins; bu' surely I think the very spirit and sustenance That keeps the life up current in tht blood Hath left her as an empty house, foj death. Entering, to take and hold it. Mary Beaton. I say, no ; She will not die of chance or weariness This fever caught of riding and hoi haste Being once burnt out, as else naught ails her, will not Leave her strength tainted : she is manly made. And good of heart ; and even by this her brain, We see, begins to settle; she will live. Mary Cartnuhaei. I'rav (mkI she may, and no timt- worse than this Come through her ilealh on us and all her land BOTHIVELL. 20I Left lordless for men's swords to carve and share, — Pray God she die not. Mary Beaton. From my heart, amen ! God knows and you if I would have her die. Mary Seyton. Would you give up your loving life for hers } Mary Beaton. I shall not die before her ; nor, I think. Live long when she shall live not. Mary Seyton. A strange faith : Who put this confidence in you .'' or is it But love that so assures you to keep life While she shall keep, and lose when she shall lose For very love's sake ? Mary Beaton. This I cannot tell, Whence I do know it ; but that I know it I know. And by no casual or conjectural proof Not yet by test of reason ; but I know it Even as I know I breathe, see, hear, feed, speak, And am not dead and senseless of the sun That yet I look on : so assuredly I know I shall not die till she be dead. Look, she is risen. Enter the Queen, supported by attend- ants. Queen. W^hat word was in your lips ? That I must die .'' Mary Seyton. Heaven hath not such hard heart. Queen. I think I shall not, surely, by God's grace ; Yet no man knows of God when he will bring His hour upon him. I am sick and weak, And yet unsure if I be whole of mind. i think I have been estranged from my right wits These some days back ; I know not. Prithee tell me. Have I not slept } I know you, who you are ; Vou were about me thus in our first days. When days and nights were rose-leaves that fell off Without a wind or taint of chafing air, But passed with perfume from us, and their death Had on it still the tender dew of birth. We were so near the sweet warm wells of life. We lay and laughed in bosom of the dawn, And knew not if the noon had heat to burn Or the evening rain to smite us ; being grown tall, Our heads were raised more near the fires of heaven And bitter strength of storms ; then we were glad. Ay, glad and good. Is there yet one o\ you Keeps in her mind what hovers now in mine, — That sweet strait span of islanded green ground Where we played once, and set us flowers that died Before even our delight in them was dead ? Now we are old, delights are first to die Before the things that breed them. Maiy Seyton {aside). She roams yet. IMary Beaton. I do remember. Queen. Yea, I knew it ; one day We wrangled for a rose' sake, and fell out With tears and words protesting each 'twas she. She 'twas that set it ; and for very wrath I plucked up my French lilies, and set foot On their gold heads, because you had chafed me, saying Those were her flowers who should be queen in France, And leave you, being no queen, youi Scottish rose With simpler leaves ungilt and inno cent That smelt of homelier air ; and I mine well I rent the rose out of your hand, ane cast Upon the river's running ; and a thorn Pierced through mine own hand, and wept not then; 202 BOTHWELL. But laughed for anger at you, and glad heart To have made you weep, being worsted. What light things Come back to the light brain that sick- ness shakes, And makes the heaviest thought that it can hold No heavier than a leaf, or gossamer That seems to link two leaves a minute, then A breath unlinks them ; so my thoughts are, — nay. And should not so: it may be I shall die. And as a fool I would not pass away With babbling lips unpurged and grace- less heart Unreconciled to mercy. Let me see That holy lord I bade be not far off While I lay sick — I have not here his name. My head is tired, yet have I strength at heart To say one word shall make me friends with God, Commending to him in the hour of un- ripe death 1 he S])irit so rent untimely from its house. And, ere the natural night lay hold on it. Darkly divided from the light of life. Pray him come to me. ^, Mary Beaton. Is it my lord of Ross, The queen would see.'' my lord is at her hand. Enter the BiSHOP OF Ross. Queen. Most reverend father, my soul's friend, you see How little queenlike I sit here at wait Till God lay hand on me for life or death, With pain for that gold garland of my head Men call a crown, and for my body's robe Am girt with mortal sickness: I wcnild fain, Before I set my face to look on death, Mine eyes against his eyes, make straight the way My soul must travel with this flesh put off At the dark door ; I pray you for God's grace Give me that holy help that is in you To lighten my last passage out of sight. For this world's works, I have done with them this day, With mine own lips while yet their breath was warm Commending to my lords the natural charge Of their born king, and by my brother's mouth To the English queen the wardship of her heir. And by the ambassador's of France again To his good mistress and my brother king The care of mine unmothered child, who has No better friends bequeathable than these ; And for this land have I besought them all,— Who may beseech of no man aught again, — That here may no man for his faith be wronged Whose faith is one with mine that all my life I have kept, and fear not in it now to die. Bishop of Ross. Madam, what com- fort God hath given his priests To give again, what stay of spirit and strength May through their mean stablish the souls of men To live or die unve.xed of life or death, Unwounded of the fear and fang of hell. Doubt not to have ; seeing though no man be good. But one is good, even God, yet in his eye The man that keeps faith sealed upon his soul Shall through the blood-shedding of Christ be clean. And in this time of cursing and flawed faith BOTH WELL. 203 Have you kept faith unflawed, and on your head The immediate blessing of the spouse of God. Have no fear therefore but your sins of life, Or stains and shadows such as all men take, In this world's passage, from the touch of time, Shall fall from off you as a vesture changed, And leave your soul for whiteness as a child's. Queen. I would have absolution ere I die. But of what sins I have not strength to say Nor hardly to remember. I do think I have done God some service, holding fast Faith, and his Church's fear; and have loved well His name and burden set on me to serve. To bear his part in the eye of this thwart world, And witness of his cross; yet know myself To be but as a servant without grace Save of his lord's love's gift ; I have sinned in pride, Verchance, to be his servant first, and fight. In face of all men's hate and might, alone. Here sitting single-sceptred, and com- pel For all its many-mouthed inveteracy Vhe world with bit and bridle like a beast Brought back to serve him, and bowed down to me. Whose hand should take and hale it by the mane. And bend its head to worship as I bade, I, first among his faithful ; so I said, And foolishly ; for I was high of heart ; And now, behold, I am in God's sight and man's Nothing; but though I have not so much grace To bind again this people fast to God, I have held mine own faith fast, and with my lips Have borne him witness if my heart were whole. Bishop of Ross. Therefore shall he forget not in your hour. Nor for his child reject you; and shall make The weight and color of your sins on earth More white and light than wool may be or snow. Queen. Yea, so my trust is of him ; though as now Scarce having in me breath or spirit of speech I make not long confession, and my words Through faintness of my flesh lack form ; yet, pray you. Think it but sickness and my body's fault That comes between me and my will, who fain Would have your eye look on my naked soul. And read what writing there should be washed out With mine own heart's tears, and with God's dear blood. Who sees me for his penitent; for surely My sins of wrath and of light-minded- ness, And waste of wanton will and wander- ing eyes, Call on me with dumb tongues for penitence ; Which I beseech you let not God reject For lack of words that I lack strength to say. For here, as I repent and put from me, In perfect hope of pardon, all ill thoughts, So I remit all faults against me done, Forgive all evil toward me of all men, Deed or device to hurt me ; yea, I would not There were one heart unreconciled with mine When mine is cold; I will not take death's hand With any soil of hate or wrath or wrong 204 BO Til WELL. About me, but being friends with this past world Pass from it in the general peace of love. Mary Beaton. Here is some message from the world of friends, Brought to your brother : shall my lord come in ? Qtteen. What lord? ye have no lord of any man While I am lady of all you. Who is this.? Message } what message ? whence ? Enter Murray. Miij-ray. From Edinburgh Your husband new alighted in sharp speed Craves leave of access to your majesty. Queen. By heaven, I had rather death had leave than he. What comes he for.? to vex me quick or dead With his lewd eyes and sodden sidelong face That I may die again with loathing of him > By God, as God shall look upon my soul, I will not see him. Bid him away, and keep Far off as Edinburgh may hold him hence .Among his fellows of the herded swine 'ihat not for need but love he wallows with To expend hia patr-mony of breath and blood In the dear service of dishonoring days. Murray. Let him but bide the night here. Queen. Not an hour ; Not while his horse may breathe. I will not see hiu). Murray. Nay, for the world's sake, and lest worse be said ; Let him sleej) here, and come not in your sight. Queen. Unless by some mean I be freetl of him, I have no pleasure upon earth to live. I will put hand to it first myself. My lord, See how this ill man's coming shakes my soul. And stains its thoughts with passionate earth again That were as holy water, white and sweet, For my rechristening ; I could weep with wrath To find between my very prayer and God His face thrust like a shameful thought in sleep. I cannot pray nor fix myself on heaven But he must loose my holw, break up my trust, Unbind my settled senses^ and pluck down My builded house of hope. Would he were dead That puts my soul out of itr- peace with God! Comfort me, father ; let hii/i not have way ; Keep my soul for me safe, and full of heaven As it was late. — See that you rid him hence, I charge you, sir, with morning. Murray. Yea, I shall ; 'Twere best he saw you not. Queen. I think so. Hark! Who is there lighted after him.' I heard — Nay, he is sick yet, wounded ; yet I heard — Pray God he be not risen too soon, to ride With his wound's danger for r y sick ness' sake. Mary Beaton. It is my lord trie war- den. Queen. What! 1 knew it, — So soon so far, and with such speed ! ay, never Had (pieen so ill befrien ied of her own So fast a friend and loving. I will see hini ; I am stronger than I was. Give me your hands ; I can stand u[)right surely. Come you in, .And help to attire me like a liviiiy cpieen ; BOTH WELL. 205 These are as grave-clothes. One go bring me word How he looks now, — if weak or well indeed, If stout of cheer or tired. Say, for his coming And care unbidden of me, I thank him not If he have done his own wound hurt thereby. I will but rest, and see him : bring me in. \^Exeunt. Scene X. — Craigmillar. The Queen, Murray, Both well, Maitland, Huntley, «7z^ Argyle. Queen. If it must be, or all without it break, I am content to have Lord Morton home ; Nay, all of them ye will, save two I keep To be the food of justice and my wrath. Now hunger-starven ; his red hand who set To my child-burdened breast the iron death, And the uncle of my caitiff; they shall bleed, As Ruthven should, but for death's hastier hand That plucked him up before me : for his son, Let him come back too. Maitland. It is nobly judged. And shall content the lords and land alike With such good counsel and such fair consent To see your highness moved to rid yourself Of their disease and yours, with all men's will Purged from you by the readiest mean we may. Queen. Ay, by divorce : I have then your tongues to that, — Yours, both my friends now that were ill friends once, But haudfast here in common faith to me And equal-hearted ; and my brother's voice. Joined with these good lords present : but you said, Was it not you said, sir, that by divorce, Though leave were given of them that might withhold. And the priest's word that bound un- bound us, yet Some soil might fall from lips of evil will On our son's birth-name 1 Maitland. Yea, from ill men's mouths And all that hate you such rebuke might fall. Which were foul shame to suffer and be dumb, Though made by your divorce unan- swerable. Queen. In sooth, I thought so ; and howbeit yourself. My lord of Bothwell, by the judgment given That loosed your mother's from your father's hand Stood undespoiled in fair inheritance, It may be where the cast is of a crown. And such a crown as in contention shakes Two several-storied kingdoms, even the chance Should stand not questionable, and friend nor foe Have word to throw against it. Maitland. So I said. Bot/noell. Yet must the queen be freed ; and for the fear Lest England for his sake be moved, I know not What hold it has upon us, who but now Saw what good heart and loyal will they bear To the right heirship of your majesty Who bide on our south border, when their guns From Berwick hailed you passing hither, and made The loud-mouthed crags cry to their batteries back, And tell the sundering Tweed and al/ green hills, 206 BOTH WELL. And all the clamorous concourse of the sea, The name that had the lordship of both lands In heritage to bind them fast in one. There heart and tongue outspake of the true north That for his caitiff sake should not be moved Nor alter from its faith though he were cast, With haltered throat or millstone round his neck, From a queen's bed into the naked sea. Maitland. Madam, we are here for service of your grace, Chief of your council and nobility : We shall find mean whereby without wrong done To your son's title, you shall well be quit Of your ill-minded husband ; and albeit My lord of Murray present here be one As scrupulous of his faith a Protestant As is your grace a Papist, he will look As through his fingers on the work we do, And say no word, I am well assured, of all His eye may wink on. Queen. Nay, I cannot tell ; I would not have mine honor touched, nor buy My peace with hurt of conscience ; being so wise As silence proves you or as speech proclaims, Ye shall do well to let this be ; perchance The good ye mean me being untimely done Might turn to my displeasure, and your hands Leave me more hurt than holpen. Murray. You say well ; For none but honorable and lawful ends Have I desired this council, to procure Your just and honest freeilom, and re- peal The banished Morton, whose advice thereto Shall not be fruitless; for no further aim To no strange mean have I put hand. Farewell. \^Exit. Argyle. He will not know of us enough to thwart ; And so not least may serve us; but if here These hands whose help would hurt you not be set To such a bond as may put forth oui cause. And bind us to sustain it with one soul, Shall they more hurt than help you .'' Queen. Nay, ye are wise ; I know not ; but I think your helpful hands Could not be set but to my service. Huntley. Then Should we set down what reason of resolve W^e have to make it manifest and sure That this young fool and tyrant by our will Shall bear no rule among us, and thereto For divers causes shall he be put forth One way or other, and what man soe'er Shall take this deed in hand, or do it, all we Shall as our own and general act of al' Defend and fortify it. Queen. Must all set hands To one same bond for warrant "i Botlnvell. Who should fail? Not we that shall devise it, nor Balfour, My kinsman here and friend. Queen. Must you sign too .'' Botlnvell. How must I not.^ am I not fir to serve As being or coward or faithless or a fool, Or all or any.' or what misdoubt of yours Should wash my writing out or blur my name .<* What faith a faithful servant of his hands May freely challenge of the king they serve, So much I challenge of your majesty. Queen. Nay, my fair lord, but for your known faith's sake And constant service the less need it were To have your hand here on our side lest men BOTH WELL. 207 Should lay the deed but on mine ancient friends, Whose names not all men love yet for my sake, And call it but our privy plot and hate, Which is the judgment of all wisest lords And equal sentence of the general land. Maitland. So we that were not count- ed with your friends Should bear the whole deed and its danger up, — We whom you have loved not, madam, for the stand We made against the perilous loves and hates That loosened half your people's love from you. Yet must we have his hand too. Bothwell. Ay, and shall. I wear no gloves when hands are bared to strike. Qneen. Be it as you will ; I am noth- ing in your count ; !>o be it; my counsel shall not cumber you. /Do all ye list. Maitland. And all that shall be done Will be the more strength to your majesty, And comfort to your cause : which now we go With all oiw help to hearten. Queen. Go, and thrive. \Exeunt Maitland, Huntley, and Argyle I would we had no need of such men's tongues. Bothtvell. He has the wisest name on all their side ; And by the tether that holds fast his faith We lead their lesser wits what way we will. Sharp-spirited is he surely, deep of soul, Cunning and fearless ; one that gives, men say, Small heed or honor to their faiths or fears And breath of holy custom ; undis- traught By doubt of God's hand paddling in our clay Or dream of God's eye slanted on oui sin ; As one that holds more worthily of God, — Or would not hold at all — whate'er he be. Than of a sidelong scrupulous overseer That pries askance upon our piteous lives To judge of this and this, how ill or well, And mark souls white or black with coal or chalk For crowning or for burning, palms or fires ; One therefore that through all shut ways of life Lets his soul range, even like the all- winnowing wind, And ply her craft in all life's businesses Not like a blind man burdened; sure of hand And great of counsel, like an under fire That works in the earth and makes its breach by night. And leaps a league's length at the first stride forth Of its free foot, blackening the face of men; So strong and keen and secret is his soul. Queen. So he keep trust, I care not if his creed Be faced or lined with craft and atheism. His soul be close or open ; but what bond Shall bind him ours so sure that fraud nor force Mav serve against us more .'' BotJnvell. Doubt me not that ; By hilt, not edge, we hold him as a sword That in our hand shall bend not till we break, If we would break it when our work is done. Queen. Have we the strength? I doubt not of this hand, That holds my heart, if it be strong or no, More than I doubt of the eyes thai light mine eyes, 2o8 BOTH WELL. The lips that my lips breathe by, — O mv life, More than I doubt of mine own bitter love, More than of death's ao power to sun- der us, Of his no force to quench me who am fire, — Fire for your sake, that would put all these out To shine and lighten in your sight alone For warmth and comfort, being to all eyes beside Or fear or ruin more fleet of foot than fear. I would I had on breast or hand or brow In crown or clasp the whole gold wrought of the earth. In one keen jewel the store of all the sea. That I might throw down at your hand or foot Sea, land, and all that in them is of price, Or in the strong wine of my piercing love Melt the sole pearl of the earth, and drink dissolved The cost of all the world's worth. Botlnuell. Yea, my queen .'' Have then no fear what man shall deem or do ; For by this fire and light of you I swear, — That is my sunlight and my fire of dav,— We shall not walk as they that walk by night Toward our great goal uncertainly, nor swerve Till we strike foot against it. Kiss me now. And bid me too speed on my way with them To bring back all their hands here to the bond Set fast as mine, or as your heart is fast Set on his death whose life lies nigh burnt out, Half branfl, half ash already, in the heat Of that bright wrath which makes as red as flame Your fearful and sweet splendor ; nay, by heaven. It flushes all the light about your face With seven-times-kindled color of pure fire, And burns mine eyes beholding, as your lips And quick breath burn me kissing. Mt sweet fear, Had you not been the sweetest, even to me You must have been the fearfullest thing alive. Queen. For love is so, and I am very love. And no more queen or woman; have no heart, No head, no spirit or sense at all of life. Save as of love that lives and that is I, I that was woman, and bore rule alone Upon myself ; who am all dis-king- domed now. Made twice a slave, — mine own soul's thrall, and yours Who wield the heart that wields me at your will. I can but do as wills the spirit in me Which is your spirit's servant. Ah, my lord, — My one lord every way, my poor heart's blood. Breath of my lips and eyesight of mine eves, — How did I live the life that loved you not .^ What were those days wherein I walked apart, And went my way, and did my will alone. And thought and wrought without you in the world '^. Then I did evil and folly : 'he more need I purge me now, and perfect my desire, Which is to be no more your lover, no, Hut even yourself, yea niore than body and soul, One and not twain, one utter life, one fire, One will, one doom, one deed, one spirit, one ( "lod ; For we twain grown and molten each in each POTinVELL. 209 Surely shall be as God is and no man. Both-well. Ood speed us, then, till we grow u]) to God ! Me first, who first shall clear our way to climb By carving one weed's earthly coil away That cumbers our straight growing : pray for me ! I will have all their hands to it in an hour. Scene XL — Courtyard of a Host- elry AT WHITTINGHAM. BoTHWELL and Morton. Morton. Fled in pure fear of me '>. well, he knows best. Towards Glasgow, said you ? Both-well. Soon as came the word You were brought home with welcome of the queen, He spurs from Stirling with all heat of speed, — Even from her arms new-reconciled and face That favorably had received him ; leaves the feast Half made, and his unchristened yean- ling there Not yet signed God's, and dewy from the font Long waited for, till the English golden gift Was grown too strait to hold and hal- low him, — Flies from all sight and cheer of festal folk. And on the way being smitten sick with fear Cries out of poison working in his flesh Blue-spotted as with ulcerous pesti- lence. Weeps himself dead, and wails himself alive. As now he lies, but bedrid ; and has lain Thi3 Christmas through, while the queen held her feast At Drummond Castle. Mortoft. Yea, I heard so ; and you At Tullibardine likewise, or men he, Kept the feast high beside her. Well, my lord. Now have you time and room to say for each What ye would have of me, the queen and you, Who are hand and tongue at once ot her design. Here am I newly lighted, hot from horse. But fresh come forth of exile and ill days To do you service : let me have her hand For warrant of what dangerous work she will. And mine is armed to do it ; but till I have. Expect of me, who have seen times strange as this. Nothing. Both%vell. I have her warrant in my lips ; By me she speaks you safe in serving her. Morton. Let that secure yourself : I must have proofs. Both-well. You shall have all, and written ; but your hand Must be in this with ours. Morton. I have cause enough, Good reason and good will to see it performed, But will not strike through mine own side at him : Make vour mind sure of that. Bot/nvell. Well, you shall have it; Myself will fetch your warrant from her hand That from my mouth assures you not ; and then — Morton. Then shall my hand make answer to her own. [Exeunt. Scene XH. — Callander. The Queen and Lady Reres. Queen. I do not feel as at past part- ings : then My heart was sick and bitter, and mine eve Saw not beyond the grievous hour at hand ; Now when of all time I should be most sad, lO JWTNIVELL. Being jiartcd at love's highest of height from love, And bound to meet love's poison and my plague, My life's live curse yet married to my life, Yet am I light and fuller of sweet hope Than even sweet memory fills me. Lady Reres. It is well When dawn discomforts not the whole sweet night. Queen. There be stars sure that die not of the day. Or in this hoariest hour of dusk and dew How should my heart be warm with last night's fire ? Enter BoTHWELL. What ! risen so soon, my lord .'' Bot/iwell. What ! not yet forth ? That was the question laughing on your lips, And this my plea to kill the question with. [A issing her. I must ride now. There waits a mes- senger From our wed lord in Glasgow. Queen. Ay .'* would God He had slipt his saddle and borne his charge to hell ! Must we part here .-* I ask but what I know. Only to have a breath more of your mouth, A smile more of your eye, turn of your head, Before you kiss and leave me. Why should love, TTiat can change life, seat and disseat the soul In heaven or hurl it hellward, break and build. Root and unroot the very springs o' the heart, Have not the force to i)luck but twelve hours back. And twice consume and twice consum- mate life. Twice crowned and twice confounded ? I would give All but love's self, all hope and heat of life, But to have over this scant space again, Since yesterday saw sunset. Bothwell. You shall win A better prayer than this; for one poo! hour Caught from the gripe of all good- grudging time. An hundred-fold in long-lived happi- ness. Secure and scatheless of all change or fear. Queen. Yet this joy waited on by fear and doubt, Plucked casually, a flower of accident. On the rough lip and edge of danger's breach. How sweeter is it than the rose to smell We gather from our garden with gloved hand. And find nor thorn nor perfume ! You must go, And I part hence ; yet all through life and death I shall have mind of this most gracious place, Poor palace of all pleasure, where I found Brief harborage in long travel of my life. Now take farewell of me. BotJnuell. Fair lips, farewell. And love me till we kiss again and sleep. \Exit. Queen. So may my last sleep kiss me at your lips. And find me full of you as heaven of light ny tmii id this Come in that waits : he shall bear word of me Before I stand in his lord's sight again. Enter Crawford. What message from our lord your master, sir ? Crawford. Madam, with all his heart my lord commends His heart's excuses to your majesty For the great grief and doubt wherein it stands Of your unstanched displeasure ; of which fear He lies soul-sick, and sends that heart by mc When my time comes of slumber. Bid this man BOTHIVELL. 2ir To crave its pardon of you, and for grace From your dread lips some comfortable word That may assure him who now lives in pain Through the evil news he hears from all winds blown, In all mouths open ; whence as one distraught, And knowing not how to bear himself secure Or dare put forth to meet you, for the words He hears you have said, though fain, I know, to come And clear himself of aught that you suspect By present inquisition, — this I know, Though now he laid no charge on me to say, — He hath writ you word already of his grief. And finds no answer but of bitter sound, Nor any light of pity from your face, Nor breath of healing ; wherefore on my knees He kneels before you to require his doom. Queen. I have no remedy for fear ; there grows No herb of help to hea^ a coward heart. Fears were not rank were faults not rank in him. Crawford. It is no caitiff doubt that pleads with you. No rootless dread sprung of a craven mood That bows him down before your high- ness' foot To take the sovereign sentence of your eye And bide and bear its judgment given as God's : He knows, he says, by proof and speech of men What cause he has what friends of yours to fear. Queen. What ! must I ride alone to comfort him ? Tell him he may sleep sure, then, though I come : Lord Bo^hwell is bound back to Edin- burgh ; There is no man to affright him in my train But grooms and lackeys ; and, for all I hear. He never feared my women. Crawford. Please it you. My master doth but wish all hearts of men Were on their faces written with their faith. Queen. Hath he no more than this, our lord, to say .'* Then let him hold his peace; and bear him word That of our grace we come to cherish him With not a man's face to procure his dread. Tell him so much, and bid him keep good heart, If heart he have, even for my sake, who swear He shall not long live in this fear of me. Scene XIII. — Darnley's Lodging IN Glasgow. Darnley on a couch, as sick ; CRAW- FORD in attendance. Darnley. She is come in, then ? Crawford. Presently she comes. Darnley. You found her yet more sharp of eye than tongue .'' Crawford. Ay. Darnley. Would I had but strength to bring myself Forth of this land where none will pity me, — No, not the least of all you, though I die. Who comes with her ? what house- hold .'' I would speak With Joachim her French fellow there, to know Why she should come, — you cannot show me, — ay. And if for good ; and if they come with her, — Her outland folk and Bothwell's, — or, at least, 212 BOTinVFLL. If she liavc mind yet to send off or no Joseph, her dead knave's brother. Are you sure Himself shall come not? wherefore, be- ing come in, Should she not lodge beside me ? Nay, I hear More than she wots of, and have spies that see What counsels breed among the crew of them. What talk was that of marriage that should be Between her fiddler and no maid of hers, To what fair end ? Would God I might take ship I I would make speed for England; there at least They durst not lay their nets about my life : Here every wind that blows hath smells of blood. I am lost and doomed ; lost, lost! Crawford. Have better thoughts. Take hope to you, and cheer. Darnley. Ay, ay, much cheer ! "S'e are all in one to abuse me, snare and slay, — Ye are all one heart to hate, one hand to smite ; I have none to love nor do me good, not one, One in the world's width, of all souls alive. I am dead and slain already in your hearts. Il\ (iod, if ever I stand up strong again, I will be even with all you. Doth she think I fear her.-* there is none that lives I fear. What said she to you ? Crinvford. With her last breath she said You should no longer live in fear of her. Darttley. Why, so I do not : nay, nor ever did. Let her come now, and find I fear her not. What shall she say.? {Without.) Make way there for *he queen ! Enter the QuEEN, attended. Queen. How is it with our lord? Darnley. Ill is it, — ill, Madam, and no lord but your servant here. Will you not kiss me ? Queen. Nay, you are sick indeed. Let mc sit here, and give me but your hand. I have a word with you to speak for love. And not for chiding. Darnley. I beseech you, no : I have no force to bear man's chiding now. Being sick, and all my sickness is of you. That look so strange and heavily on me ; Howbeit I could now die, I am made so glad. For very joy to see you. If I die. Look, I leave all things to your only will. And of my pure love make no testa- ment, Nor lay no charge on any else for love. Queen. I will rebuke you not but tenderly. As a right wife and faithful woman. Sir, What word was that you wrote me, ami wherein And wherefore taxing some for crueltv. Of what suspicion misconceixcd and born. That came forth of your hand to strike my heart ? You that have found no cause, and will not sav ^^>u have found or shall lincl ever cause of fear, So to misdoubt me, — what coultl sting you so. What adder-headed thought or venom- ous dream. To make you shoot at this bared breast to you .Suspicion winged and whetted with ill thoughts ? BO Til WELL. 213 What words were these to write, what doubts to breed, Of mere mistrust and stark unfriendli- ness ? Nay, and I know not, God can witness me, So much as what you doubt or what misdeem, Or wherein hold me dangerous or my friends, ♦ More than I know what source your sickness hath. Whereof I would fain think all this is bred And all ill fears grown but of feverish nights. What cause most ails you ? or what think you on ? Darnley. I think how I am punished, — ay, God knows I am punished that I made my God of you. What should I mean of cruelty but yours, That will not look on my sore peni- tence For my least sin, as God would look on all? Though I confess wherein T have failed indeed. Yet never in worse kind than was avowed ; And many a man for such revolt as mine Hath had your pardon : in this kind I have sinned. Not in such wise as ever I denied, And am yet young ; and though you should cast up How often being forgiven I have gone back. And fallen in fresh offence of vou that late Forgave me, may not any twice or thrice So slip that is none older than I am, Or slack his promise plighted, yet in the end. Repenting, by experience be chastised ? If my weak years and grief may get but grace, I swear I never shall make fault again ; And this is all, and honest, that I crave, To have again my wife to bed and board, Which if I may not by consent of you Out of this bed I never will rise more. I pray you tell me whereof you re- solve, That I may die or live, who have no thought But only of you ; and at such luckless time As ever I offend you, even the offence Grows of yourself; for when I am wronged or wroth If I for refuge might complain to you Of any that offends me, I would speak Into no ear but yours ; but being estranged. What now soe'er I hear, necessity Binds me to keep it in my breast, and hence I am moved to try my wit on mine own part For very anger. Now, being at your foot. Will you forgive me.'' that for love in- deed And fear of you have trespassed, being so young, And had no good man's counsel, and no guard. No light, no help, no stay, — was yet scarce man. And have so loved you whom I sinned against. Queen. Why would you pass in the English ship away.-* Darnley. I swear by God I never thought thereon ; I spake but with the men : but though I had, I might have well ta'en hold on such a thought. To hear much less things than the least I heard. Queen. What inquisition was it that you made To hear such things as fright you? Darnley. Nav, by heaven, I have made none ; I never sought man out To speak with any ; I swear I see no spies. 214 BOTH WELL. Queen. Must I return to your own car again The very words were spoken ? Dartiley. I did hear There was a letter brought you to sub- scribe l^y certain of the council, to the intent I should be cast in prison, and with power To slay me by your warrant, should I make Resistance : Highgate said so ; I con- fess I spake with him ; my father that first heard Brought him to speech of me. Queen. Spake he so much ? But Walcar, that at Stirling brought me word Of this man's speeches here, had heard of him That you with certain of our lords had laid A plot to take our son, and having crowned Reign for him king of Scots; whereon the man, Being had before our council with good speed, Swore he knew no such tale, and had but heard Some rumour blown of your imprison- ment, But nothing of your slaying ; to which again His witness summoned gave him straight the lie. Yet would I not conceive the tale for true, That, being incensed with some our loyal lords Who were not of the faction that should lay Such regency upon you for your son, \'()u had threatened them aloud with wrath to come. What say you to it .'' Dartiley- I say you do me wrong 'i'o s[)eak to me ai him tliat as you say Belied me to you: who saith so of me lies, And I will }jluck liis ears from off his head, The knave whose tongue so misdelivers me. And, I beseech you, think he lies that saith I would be wroth with any man your friend. Or would not rather give away my life Than by despite toward such displease you : yet I have heard strange things here of a trustier tongue. The Laird — you know him — of Minto, my fast friend. If any friend be fast on earth to me. He told me to what bond what hands were set ; Yea, and more hands than those that signed me dead. He swore, were set to slay me ; but God knows I gave no faith to it, — would not dream or doubt You could devise, that were my proper f^esh, To do me any evil ; nay, I said It was well seen you would not, by theii writ Against my life that you subscribed not ; else. Could I think once you hungered for my death, God knows I would not hold you hungering long. But make mine own throat naked for your knife As readily as your hand could pluck it forth : Howbeit the best man of mine enemies else Should buy me dear — ay, any of all but you, Except he took me sleeping ; as in- deed Were now not hard to take me : had I but A hand to help my heart, and health to go. A foot to stand against them, God and you, Madam, should oversee us and judge; but now You see what power I have, what hoj)e of help, BOTHWELL. 215 What strength to serve my will and my best heart Lies in my broken body; ay, these know that, What force is left to second my good- will They know who durst not else devise or do, Had I the natural might yet of my limbs, What now — But you, if you have pity of me, Seeing me how faint I am and how sore sick And cannot eat for weakness, though I faint, That makes me loathe my meat, — but will you not Feed me and kiss me ? surely I could live. Being quickened of your hands and piteous lips, So sweet you are, and strong, and large of life. Nay, do but kiss me once though I must die. Be it but lest all men say you loved me not. Queen. I have a pain here takes me in my side — I pray you — where my sickness left it sore And liable to swift pains yet: pardon me. Darnley. 'Tis I you cannot pardon, — I, woe's me, You cannot love or pardon ; but I swear. So be it you will not leave me, I will go, So but I may not lose you out of sight. Borne in a litter, such as here I lie, So weak, so full of sickness, where you will. Be it to Craigmillar, though death went with me. Or to the world's end, going in sight of you. Queen. Have here my hand, then, and my faith to it, sir. When there the healing springs have washed you whole A.S they shall surely, with cold cleans- ing streams Whose medicinal might shall bathe your veins. And kill the fire that feeds upon th«ir blood, I will once more dwell with you as your wife. In all the lovely works and ways of love And dues of duteous life and unity That man may claim of woman. Tell me now, — Ere we go thither, where the leecn and May help you, nor be far off from my son, — What are those lords you are wroth at ? since I hear Some are there that you threaten, as in doubt Their minds are bitter toward you : shall I say You stand in fear of Maitland .'' Darnley. Him .'' not I, — I pray you, speak not of him for my sake, — I stand in fear of no man: I beseech you. Speak me not of him; I will see no man. To be our makebate and your tale- bearer ; I have heard too of your brother, how he says I spake with him at Stirling, where I swear I came not in his chamber, spake not half Of all whereof he has rounded in your ear That I made plaint to him concerning you; For all my faults are published in your eye, And I deny not one, and naught put off: What should it boot me to deny my speech ? But there are they that think the faults they make Shall to all time lie still unspoken of. Yet will they speak aloud of small and great, And tax alike all faults of other folk, 2l5 BOTJnVELL. The least fault as the worst, in men like me That have not craft to hide or most or least. God save you from such friendship : it is thought, Through power upon you of such evil tongues, /ourself have not your power upon yourself, y\i; by your slight still of my proffered love 1 would believe you have not; such a friend Rode with you hither, — or unfriend as I doubt : I like her not, — the Lady Reres, your friend ; I pray God she may serve you, if she 'be, To your own honor; it runs through all men's mouths, She was Lord Bothwell's harlot, who stands marked For a lewd liver above all men alive : She and her sister both lie side by side Under the like report of his rank love, — Foul concord and consent unsisterlike In such communion as beas-ts shun for shame. Nay, for you know it, it lives on com- mon lips. Cries from all tongues, — you know it; but for my part I will love all that love you, though they were but for that love's sake shameful in men's eyes. Why will you wake not with me this one night, liut so soon leave me, and I sleep so ill } Queen. Nay, though this night I may not watch with you, 1 leave "you not till you turn back with me ; I'.ut for the lords' sake must it not be kn.)wn. That, if you change not purjiose ere that time. When yf)u are whole, we shall be one again ; Lest when they know it, remembermg )our loud threat To make them find, if ever we agreed, What small account they had made of you, and how Vou had counselled me to take nor some of them To grace again without assent of yours, They fall in fear and jealousy, to see The scene so broken and the play so changed Without their knowledge, that contrari wise Was first set up before them. DariiUy. Think you then Thev will for that the more esteem of you But I am glad at heart you speak of them, And do believe now you desire indeed That we should live together in quiet- ness ; For, were it otherwise, to both of us Might worse fall than we wot of; but I now Will do whatever vou will do, and love All that you love; and I have trust in you To draw them in like manner to my love ; Whom since I know thev aim not at mv life I will love all alike, and there shall be No more dissension of your friends and mine. Queen. It was by fault of you all this fell out That I must heal. For this time, fare vou well ; Whei: I get rest, I will return again. \Exit -u>i(/t iitfendiitih. Darnley. What say you now .-• she is gentler in mine eyes Than was your word of her. Cra'iofofd. Av, sweet to sight, Fxceeding gentle. Wherefore, could one tell. Should she desire to lead you so in hand Just to Craigmillar? whence report came late Of tio good counsel toward you or good hope. BOTinVELL. 217 Except the hope be good, there to be healed Of all life's ill forever, once being bathed In the cold springs of death ; and hence meseems More like a prisoner than her wedded lord Are you borne off as in her bonds. Daniley. By heaven, I think but little less, and fear myself, Save for the trust indeed I have in her And in her promise only; howsoe'er, I will go with her, and put me in her hands, Though she should cut my throat ; and so may God Between us both be judge. I have been men's fool That were but tongues and faces of my friends : I see by mine own sight now, and will stand On no man's feet but mine. Give me to drink ; I will sleep now ; my heart is healed of fear. Scene XIV. —The Queen's Apart- ment IN THE SAME. The Queen and Paris. Queen. Here is the letter for your lord to know I bring the man on Monday, as is writ. Hence to Craigmillar. Say too this by mouth, — The Ladv Reres can witness with mine oath I would not let him kiss me. Bid our lord. Mine and your lord, inquire of Mait- land first If our past purpose for Craigmillar hold, Or if the place be shifted, and send word To me that here await his will by you. Be of good speed; I say not of good trust, Who know you perfect in his trust and mine. Farewell. Paris. I am gone with all good haste I may, And here come back to serve your maj- esty. Hath it no further counsel or command To be mv mess age Queen. Tell him, night and day And fear and hope are grown one thing to me Save for his sake : and say mine hour? and thoughts Are as one fire devouring grain 'w grain This pile of tares and drift of crum- bling brands That shrivels up in the slow breath of time The i)art of life that keeps me far from him. The heap of dusty days that sundci us. I would I could burn all at once away. And our lips meet across the mid red flame, Thence unconsumcd, being made of keener fire Than any burns on earth. Say that mine eyes Ache with mine heart, and thirst with all my veins, Requiring him they have not. Say my life Is but as sleep, and my sleep very life. That dreams upon him. Say I am passing now To do that office he would have me do, Which almost is a traitor's; say, his love Makes me so far dissemble, that myself Have horror at it ; bid him keep in mind How, were it not to obey him, I had rather Be dead before I did it; let him not Have ill opinion of me for this cause. Seeing he is alone the occasion of it himself. Since for mine own ])articular revenge I would not do it to him that I most hate ; My heart bleeds at it. Say, he will not come But on condition I shall cleave to him Hereafter, and on that word given of mine 2KS BO Til WELL. Will go where I would have him go : alas ! I never have deceived yet any man, liut I remit me to my master's will In all things wholly; bid him send me word What I shall do, and come what may thereof I shall obey him ; if some new subtler way By medicine may be thought on when I bring The man here to Craigmillar, that as yet May not this long time of himself go forth Out of the house, let him advise him- self How to put this in hand : for all I find. This man I here endure to play upon Lives now in great suspicion; yet my word Hath credit with him, but not far enough For him to show me any thing ; but yet I shall draw forth of him what thing I will If my lord bid me be more plain with him ; But I will never take delight to wrong The trust of any that puts trust in me ; Yet may my lord command me in all things. And though by checks and hints of that I feared This man sometimes even touch me to the quick W^ith words dropt of mine honor and my power On mine own self, whereby I surely know That he suspects him of the thing we wot And of his life, yet as to that last fear I r)ccd but say some three good words to him, And he rejoices, and is out of doubt, lie was seen never as gay of mood as now When I make show of grace and gentle heart, And puts me in remembrance of all things That may assure my faith he loves me well. Let not my love suspect me for his sake. Who take such great joy of his love- making That I come never where he is but straight I take the sickness of my sore side here, I am vexed so with it; wearied might he be. This poisonous man that gives me all this pain. When I would speak of things far sweeter; yet He is marred not overmuch of form or face. Though he have borne much, and his venomed breath Hath almost slain me though I sit far off. He would have had me watch with him, but I Put off the night ; he says he sleeps not sound. He never spake more humbly nor more well ; And if I had not proven his heart of wax. And were not mine cut of a diamond Whereinto no shot ever can make breach But that which flies forth of mine own love's hand, I had almost had pity of him ; but say I bid the captain of my fortressed heart F'ear not ; the place shall hold unto the death. And bid my love in recompense thereof Let not his own be won by that false kind That will no less strive with him for the same. I think the twain were trained up in one school. For he hath ever tear in eye, and makes Most piteous moan to arouse men's ])ity, yea, Humbly salutes them all, even to the least. To make their hearts soft toward him; and desires BOTH WELL. 219 That with mine own hands I would give him meat; But let my lord, where he is, give no more trust Than I shall here. Tell him all this ; and say I am in the doing here of a work I hate Past measure; and should make him fain to laugh , To see mc lie so well, or at the least So well dissemble, and tell him truth 'twixt hands. Say, by the flatteries I perforce must make And prayers to him to assure himself of me, And by complaint made of the men de- signed, I have drawn out of him all we list to know, Yet never touched one word of that your lord Showed me, but only wrought by wiles ; and say "With two false kinds we are coupled, I and he. My love ; the Devil dissever us, and God Knit us together for the faithfullest pair That ever he made one : this is my faith, I will die in it. Excuse me to my lord, That I writ ill last night, being ill at ease, And when the rest were sleeping was most glad To write unto him, who might no more, nor could Sleep as they did and as I would de- sire, Even in my dear love's arms ; whom I pray God Keep from all evil, and send him all repose. And being so long my letter hindered me To write what tidings of myself I would. Who had wrought before for two hours of the day Upon this bracelet I would send to him. Though it be evil made, for fault of time. I have had so little, and I can get no lock, Though, that mine hands might end it yester-eve, I would not see the man ; but this mean time I think to make one fairer : let him not Bring it in sight of any that was here, For all would know it, seeing it was wrought for haste In sight of them ; yet might it bring some harm. And may be seen if he should chance be hurt ; Let him send word if he will have it, and say If he will have more gold by you, and when I shall return, and how far I may speak ; For this man waxes mad to hear of him Or of my brother; and when I visit him His friends come all to be my convoy, say. And he desires me come the morn betimes And see him rise. This letter that 1 send. Bid my lord burn it, being so dangerous, With naught in it well said, — for all my mind Was on this craft I loathe to think upon, — And if it find his hand in Edinburgh, Let him soon send me word, and that I doubt Be not offended, since to doubts of him I give not o'er-great credit ; but say this, That seeing to obey him, who is my dear heart's love, I spare nor honor, conscience, hazard, state. Nor greatness whatsoever, I beseech him But that he take it in good part, and not As his false brother-in-law interprets, whom I pray him give not ear to nor believe Against the faithfullest lover he ever had Or ever shall have ; nor cast eye on hei BOrinVELL. Whose feigned tears should not be esteemed so much Nor prized so as the true an,d faithful toils Which I sustain but to deserve her place : Wherett) that I despite all bonds may climb, Against my nature I betray them here That may prevent me from it ; God for- give me, And God give him, my only love, the hap And welfare which his humble and faithful love Desires of him ; who hopes to be to him Ere long a thing new-named for recom- pense Of all her irksome travails. Tell him this; Say I could never stint of hand or tongue To send love to him, and that I kiss his hands, Ending; and let him think upon his love, And write to her, and that oft; and read twice through Mine evil-written letter, and keep in mind All several sayings writ of the man therein. Say for delight I have to send to him I run twice over all the words I send. And that each word may fasten in his ear As in his eye, and you may witness me That hand and tongue and heart were one to send, I'ut all my message in your lips again That here was written. Say — I know not what ; I can say naught but with my silent hands, Speak with the lips of deeds I do for him. Paris. Shall I say nothing of Lord Darnley more ? Queen. .Say, when I did but speak of Maitland once, flis caitiff flesh quaked in each joint of him. Each limb and bone shivered; even to the feet He shook, and his shrunk eyes were stark with fright, That like a live thing shuddered in his hair. And raised it ruffling from the roots for dread. Let him mark that : though coward the man be^ and fool, He has wit and heart enough to know the worst Of his wrong-doing, and to what man- ner of man. Being fool, he did it, and discerning him Think whether his cause of dread be small or no For less or more of peril. So to horse, And lose no word sent of my heart to him. Scene XV. — Kirk of Field. Enter T50TH\VELL. BothwcU. This is the time and here the point of earth That is to try what fate will make of me. I hold here in my hand my hand's desire. The fruit my life has climbed for; day on day Have I strid over, stretching toward this prize With all my thews and spirits. I must be glad. If I could think ; yet even my cause of joy Doth somewhat shake me, that my sense and soul Seem in their springs confused, even as two streams Violently mingling: what is here to do Is less now than the least I yet have done, Being but the ptitting once of the mere hand To the thing done already in device, Wrought manv times out in the work. ing soul. ^\■t my heart revels not, nor feel I now The blood again leap in me for dilight nOTinVELL. 22 1 That in the thought grew riotou.s and beat high With foretaste of po.sse.ssion unpo.s- .sessed. Is it that in all alike fruition slacks The shrunk imagination ? in all deeds The doing undoes the spirit to do, the joy Sickens, the lust is swallowed as of sand ? Why, yet the stream should run of my desire Unshrunken, and no deserts drink it up, Being unfulfilled; no satiate sluggish- ness Gape with dry lips at the edge of the dry cup For the poor lees of longing. I am here Not royal yet, nor redder in the hand Than war has dyed me fighting; the thing done Is but for me done, since I hold it so. Not yet for him that in the doing must bleed ; I that stand up to do it, and in my mind IJehold across it mightier days for deeds, i-ihould not be way-sick yet nor travel- tired, iicfore I drink fulfilment as a wine ; And here must it restore me. Enter Paris. Ha ! so soon ? What news of her ? Paris. The queen commends to you Her best heart in this letter, and would know How yet your purpose toward Craig- millar bears. Whether to train him thither by her hand Or what choice else. Bothivell. Say, the device is changed By counsel and consent of whom she wots ; Here must they come ; James Balfour and myself Have waked all night to see things w^cll begun. For that bond's sake whereto his hand was set With mine here at Craigmillar ; all things now Stand apt and fit in this his brother's house To entertain the kingship of its guest ; We have seen to it, Maitland with us. Paris. I was sent From the town hither, finding you sei' forth, But why, folk wist not. Botlnvell. Carry to my queen This diamond ; say too 1 would sen(' my heart, l>ut that she hath already, and no need To pluck it forth and feel it in her hand. Bid her be swift as we have been for love, And the more surety quickens our de- sign : The rest unsaid shall tarry till she come. Scene XVI. — The Queen's Lodging IN Glasgow. The Queen /;/ bed ; I.ady Reres ana Paris attending. Queen. What was his word at part- ing ? let it kiss Mine ear again. Paris. Being horsed, he bade me say. Madam, he would be fain for love of you To train a pike all his life-days. Queen. Please God, It shall not come to that. Ere this month die That has not half a week to live, we stand In Edinburgh together. He will go Without more word or fear; and being well hence — How looked my love ? Paris. Madam, as one \x\)\\it To the height of heart and hope, though full of cares, And keen in resolution. Queen. I grow strong To hear of him. Hath he not heart enough To fill with blood a hundred of oui hearts, BO Til WELL, Put force and daring, for the fear cast out, In all our veins made manlike ? Prithee, Reres, Was he thus ever ? had he so great heart In those dead days, such lordliness of eye To see and smite and burn in master- dom. Such fire and iron of design and deed To serve his purpose and sustain his will ? Hath he not grown, since years that knew me not. In light and might and speed of spirit and stroke To lay swift hand upon his thought, and turn Its cloud to flame, its shadow to true shape, Its emptiness to fulness ? If in sooth He was thus always, he should be by now Hailed the first head of the earth. Lady Keres. It cannot be But in your light he hath waxed, and from your love. Madam, drawn life and increase ; but indeed His heart seemed ever high and mas- terful As of a king unkingdomed, and his eye As set against the sunrise ; such a brow As craves a crown to do it right, and hand Made to hold empire swordlike, and a foot To tread the topless and unfooted hill Whose light is from the morn of majesty. Queen. When mine eye first took judgment of his face. It read him for a king born ; and his lips Touching my hand for homage had as 'twere Sj)cech without sound in them that bowed my heart In much more homage to his own. Would c;od 1 could so read now, in that heart I- serve, What thought of me moves in it, hear what word Now hangs upon those lips ; if now his eye Darken or lighten toward mine unseen face, Or his ear hearken for my speech un- heard. Why art thou now not with him, and again Here the same hour to tell me } I would have More messengers than minutes that divide Mine eyes from their desire, to bring me word. With every breath, of every change in him. If he but rest or rise ; nay, might it be, Of every thought or heart-beat that makes up His inner hours of life : yet, by mine own. If he so loved me, should I know them not. I will rise now, and pass to see ho\» soon We may set forth to-morrow. Lady Reres. Can it be He shall have strength ? but let youi highness heed That pretext be not given for knaves to' say You had no care to wait on his good time, But vexed and harried him, being sick, with haste And timeless heat of travel. Queen. Fear not you : I will make means to bring him in my hand As a tame hound, and have his thanks and love For bringing him so wifclike on his way. It is the last pain I shall take for him. The last work I shall do for marriage- sake And wifehood well nigh done with duty now. I have not much more time to serve mv lord, And strife shall fall between us twain no more. BOTHWELT.. 223 Scene XVII.— Darnley's Chamker IN Kirk of Field. Darnley atid Nelson. Darnley. Thou hast the keys? This house is strange and chill, — As chill as earth : I have slept no better here. Those two days that we halted on the way There at Linlithgow, I could see the haste That burnt in her to be in Edinburgh, And here being come she sets me in this grange. And till her chamber be made ready sleeps In Holyrood apart, and here by day Hath still by her that face I warned her from, That woman's that I spake of, plays and sings There in the garden with none else ; by God, I like not aught of it. I am sick again, Sick-hearted, or my will should be a sword To sunder them. I would I were away. I have ill dreams, man. Nelson. Please your highness — Darnley. Ay ! Is majesty gone out of all men's mouths .'* Is my state dead before me, even the name Dead of my place, then ? Nelson. There is come from court Lord Robert Stuart to see your majesty. Darnley. Let him come in. Robert ? he was my friend ; I think he held me dear till David died : He supped with them that night. I found him once A quick-souled fellow that would quaff and kiss The glow of woman's or a wine-cup's mouth, And laugh as mine own lips that loved the like Can now no more this long time. Let him come. Enter Robert Stuart. My holy lord of Holyrood-house, good day; You find a fit man for a ghostly rede. Robert Stuart. I am glad you have a jest yet ; but I come On graver foot than jesters run, my lord. Darnley. How, graver than your ghostly name .'' nay, then 'Tis matter for a grave-side. Robert Stuart. Sir, it may ; I would be secret with you. Darnley. What, alone ? Why should we talk alone ^ what se- cret .'' why .'' Robert Stuart. I will put off my sword, and give it your man. If that will ease you. Darnley. Ease me ? what ! by God, You think I fear you come to kill me 1 Tush, I am not the fool — and were that all, being thus, 'Faith, you might end me with your naked hands. Leave us. {Exit Nelson. What is it ? you make me not afraid — Sir, I fear no man: what, — for God's sake speak, I am not moved, — in God's name, let me have it. Robert Stuart. I came to do you such good service, sir. As none has jdone you better, nor can do. There is an old phrase in men's mouths of one That stands between the devil and the deep sea ; So now stand you ; the man that toward a reef Drives naked on a thunderstricken wreck And helmless, hath not half your cause of fear ; The wretch that drops plague-eaten limb from limb Crumbles to death not half so fast as you : The grave expects not the new-shrouded man More surely than your corpse now cof finless. 224 BOTHWhLL. Dtirnliv. Who put this in mouth ? what enemy ? your How have you heart, or whosoe'er he be, Albeit ye hate me as the worm of hell Who never harmed you in my hapless days, To use me so ? I am sick — Robert Stuart. Ay, sick to death, If you give ear not to me that am come In very mercy, seeing I called you friend, For pity's sake to save you, or at least To stretch your days out for some brief sj^an more Of life now death-devoted. Darnley. What, so soon? God would not have it done, so young I am, — What have I done that he should give me up ? So comfortless, — who hath no help of man. They say, hath God's ; God help me ! for God knows There is none living hath less help of man. Nav, and he must, as I have faith in God, Hang a'l my hope upon him. For God's sake, Whence got you this ? Robert Stuart. No matter. Darnley. At whose hand — O me, what hand ! who is it shall touch me .•• Robert Stuart. Hark ! From beneath is heard the Queen's voice, singing. Qui se Jie A la Tie A zuni-reau va vers la mort ; lit que ronde Rie ou grotide, Elle entraiue loin du port. Darnley. She sings I know not what, — a jesting song, A French court rhyme no graver than a Mower, Fruitless of sense: this is no threat — a toy — Queen {from beneath, sings). Sur Vopale Du Jlot pale Tremble un peti de jour encor ; Sur la plage An luiufrage Le haul vent sonne du cor. Darnley. WHiat is it she sings nowf nay, what boots to hear .'' I will not hear; speak to me, — pray you, speak. Queen {from beneath). La mort passe Com me en chasse, Et la foudre aboie aux cieux ; Vair frissonne. La mer tonne, Le port se derobe aux yeux. Plus d'itoile Que ne voile Vorage dpre an souffle noir ; Pas de brise Qui ne brise Qjielque vaisseau sans espoir. uVoire et nue Sous la nue. La nef briseea moitie Jouriw et vire Oil Pattire La sombre mer sans pitii. La nuit passe, Et la chasse S'lst itei)ite au fond des cieux ; Mais Paurore J^leure encore Sur les morts quont vus ses yeux Ce qui tombe Dans la tombe C \>ule ct s'en va sans retour ; Quand sous C ombre J^longe et combre Ou la vie ou bien Vatnotir. Robert Stuart. Whv do vcni shake, and hide your eyes? take heart; Let fear not be more swift to slay than hate. BOTH WELL. 225 Dafuley. I said, what hand ? you bade me hearken: well, What say you now she sings not? A'obert Stuart. I have said. Darnley. I will not be your baiting- stock ; speak plain : Whence had you word of any plot on me ? Robert Stuart. If you will heed me, well ; if not, for me I will take heed yet that it be not ill. Weigh how you will my counsel, I am sure If my word now lie lightly in your ear It would not lie the heavier for my oath Or any proof's assurance. Whence I had This word you have of me, I am not bound To ])ut the knowledge into trust of you Who trust not me in asking. Darnley. What! I knew There was no plot but yours to scare me, none, — Your plot to get my favor, stay your- self On me as on a staff, — affright me sick With blood-red masks of words and painted plots. And so take hold upon me afterward Having my strength again and state and i^ower ; A worthy friend and timely. — Nay, but, nay, I meant not so — I am half distraught — I meant, I know you for my friend indeed and true : For one thwart word in sickness cast not off Your friend that puts his trust in you, your friend That was nigh mad a minute, being sore sick And weak, and full of pain and fear, and hath No friend to help and bear with him if you Will help nor bear not. By my faith and life, I do believe you love me, and in love Came, and in faith to me : if I believe not. God give me death at once and hell to boot. I pray you pardon. Robert Stuart. Sir, your faith and lite Have neither weight enough to poise an oath As now they hang in balance. If you will, Take to your heart my words; if not, be sure It shall not grieve me though you trust me not. Who never think to give you counsel more. [Exit. Darnley. Nay, but one word — how would you have me fly ? He goes, and mocks me. Would my hands had strength To dig his heart out for my dogs to feed ! He flies, and leaves me weaponless alone In the eye of peril, coward and false heart — vShould not the tongue be false too ? If he came To affright me only with a fearful face. Blow but a blast of danger in mine ear, And make my faith as wax that in his breath Might melt and be re-shapen of his hands — Nay, I will see the queen, and in her eye Read if his tongue spake truth, and from her lips Draw forth his witness ; if she mean me ill, I cannot now but see it. Nelson ! — • She hath No trick to keep her from mine instant sight. Knows not his errand to me ; and at once I take her unawares and catch her sou! Naked, her mind plain to me, good oi ill. QUEKN [shii^s from t'eliKo). F.ord Lore 7id. But that tlie rank air took me by the throat ; And ever she that sat on the sea-rock Sang, and about her all the reefs were white With bones of men whose souls were turned to fire ; And if she were or were not what 1 thought, Meseemed we drew not near enough to know ; For ere we came to sj)lit upon that reef 'I"he sundering planks opened, and through their breach Swarmed in the dense surf of the dolor- ous sea With hands that plucked and tongues thrust out at us. And fastened on me flame-like, that mv flesh Was molten as with earthly fire, and dropped From naked bone and sinew ; but mipe eyes The hot surf seared not, nor put out my sense ; For I beheld and heard out of the surge Voices that shrieked and heads that rose, and knew Whose all they were, and whence their wrath at me ; For all these cried upon me that mine ears Rang, and my brain was like as beaten brass, Vibrating; and the froth of that foul tide Was as their spittle shot in my full face That burnt it ; and with breast and flanks distent 1 strained myself to curse them back, and lacked Breath ; the sore surge throttled my tongueless s])cech, Though its weight buoyed my dipping chin, that sank No lower than where my lips were burnt with brine And my throat clenched fast of the strangling sea, Till I swam short with sick strokes, as one might Whose hands were maimed. I hen mine ill sjiirit of sleep Shifted, anti showed me as a garden walled. Wherein I stood naked, a shipwrecked man, Stunned yet and staggered from the sea, and soiled BOTH WELL. 233 1 With all the weed and scurf of the gross wave Whose breach had cast me broken on that shore ; And one came like a god in woman's flesh, And took mine eyes with hers, and gave me fruit As red as fire, but full of worms within That crawled and gendered; and she gave me wine, But in the cup a toad was ; and she said, Eat, and I ate, and Drink, and I did drink, )\nd sickened ; then came one with spur on tieel Red from his horse o'erridden, smeared with dust, And took my hand to lead me as to rest. Being bruised yet from the sea-breach; and his hand Was as of molten iron wherein mine Was as a brand in fire ; and at his feet The earth split, and I saw within the gulf As in clear water mine own writhen face. Eaten of worms and living ; then I woke. Nelson. It was a foul and formless dream, my lord, With no soul in it. Darnley. Nay, I think it had not. And I did mind me, wakmg, how the queen Sang me a song of shipwreck, and strange seas, And love adrift by night, and fires burnt out That shine but fo-r a song's length : I did think It was this singing made up half my dream. Yox there was talk of storms in it, and stars. And broken ships, and death that rode in the air : So was there in my dream. What step comes here ? Enter Robert Stuart. Robert Stuart. I come to change less than a word with you, And take my leave for all your rest of life. Darnley. I will not speak alone with you again : Stay by me there. Robert Stuart. Have you not armot on } You should not sleep with sword ungirl on thigh. Lest one should fall upon you. Foi this time I come indeed to see if you be man. Or ever knew beyond the naked name What grace and office should belong to man Or purpose to his sword. Reply not yet : I know you are sick, weak, pitiful, half dead. And with the ingrained infection of your soul Its bodily house grown rotten ; ali you will ; You cannot swear yourself that piteous thing That I will not believe you wretcheder; No flesh could harbor such a worm alive As this thing in you taken for a soul. And 'scape corruption ; but if you shall live To stand again afoot and strike one stroke For your own hand and head, you shall fight with me Or wear the lie writ red upon your face With my hand's buffet, that you spake who said I had given you note of danger from the queen. Darnley. Is it a plot, her plot upon me ? Sir, By God, I never said so : what I said I have heart and sword to uphold against all swords, And kill you if I might as many times As you shall iterate on mc this for true Which is most false. When I may stand and go — Robert Stuart. \'ea, then shall we see fighting. I5ut as now You can but swear vou said not this ol ^34 BOTHWELL. Darnley. I am not bound to swear it or unswcar At any bidding; but so much I will — That you may see no hot foul words of yours Have quenched in me the old thought of fellowship — As swear again I said but what I might With honor and clear heart : I spake no word To bring you in suspicion, or to turn Thwart eyes upon you of men's jeal- ousies, Or cast you out of favor with the queen ; I said but you did warn me of my life, As being my fast friend still, I thanked you for it. I know not what she says I said, but this I know : I spake no treason of you. See, This is a foolish wind of wrath that shakes And wrecks your faith in me, mine own in you Being firm and flawless ; what you have said, you have said; And what I have spoken of you was no more Than I had right to speak, and rest your friend. Robert Stuart. Will you fight with me to maintain so much "i Darnley. If I might rise, I would put off my state To stand against you equal ; you did say it. That I was even as one the law damns dead. And she was parcel of my peril. Robert Stuart. Ay ! Vou said so to her? Darnley. She will not say I did. Robert Stuart. Plight not your faith to that : I am assured Vou said so, and so lied; and this last time I bind you yet to meet me on this cause, Or bear the lie about you as a badge. Darnley. Hy Ood, I will grow strong t(j fight with you. Robert Stuart. \i I shall sec your living face again, It shall be as mine en<:my's ; focc to foot And hand to mortal hand we twain will meet. Or ere the day dawn I shall see you dead. Dartiley. I am like to die, then } and your warlike words Have so much iron in them, and your heart Such daring to provoke one well-nigh dead .? I wist your tongue would move more tenderly If I had now my strength of natural hand And body to bear arms : but these shall come, And you change face, and lower your look to see. Robert Stuart. I will abide my peril : do you the like, You shall do wisely ; should I say fare- well, It were to bid you fare not as they do Who are of your kind or of your for- tune ; yet I bid you, sir, fare better than I think. lExit. Darnley. Ay, you think venomously. What hour to-day Should the queen come .•• Nelson. To-night your highness knows Her man Sebastian weds a maid of hers. And she makes feast for them in Holy- rood With masque and music; having early supped. She will l)e here somewhile with certain lords To visit you, and so pass back ere night. Darnley. She shall not make so much, when I am revived, Of outland folk and fiddlers, who should have Too much of them by this. I would she had come To see me turn the lie back on his lips. I did not answer as I might, being whole, But yet not like a sick man, ha .'' like one BOTH WELL. 235 I Whose wit and heart lie sick too with his flesh ? Nelson. Nay, with your natural spirit of speech you spoke, With the same heart and tongue you have in health. Darnley. I think I did ; I would she had come betimes. Scene XX. — The Garden behind Kirk of Field. BOTHWELL, ORMISTON, HaY. Bothwell. Did I not bid them spare no speed .-' the devil I think has maimed their feet in my despite, To keep a knave so piteous out of hell. By God, it will be moonrise ere they come. Ormiston. Tush, man ! the night is close. Bothwell. Ay, close and safe As is the lock of a girl's maidenhood When the gold key turns in it. They halt like jades ; God plague their laggard limbs with goads of fire ! Must they fall spavined now } Hay. Here come they three. And with charged hands ; be not so outward hot. But as their charge is ere we give it fire. Botfnvell. Teach your own tongue to take your tune, not mine. Enter Hepburn ivith Servants. Have you some devil's cramp in your bones, to crawi At this worm's race .-' Set down your load, and go. \Exeunt Servants. What lamed these knaves' feet or be- lated you. To hold us here thus till the moon were up ? Hepburn. 'Tis not yet risen ; and your own word it was Withheld us till the west should cast off red. Bothwell. Well, we have time. Ye three are hands enough To bear this down, and strew it within the vault. While I go help the queen here bide her hour Till you send Paris to me for a sign. Take heed there be no noise. Let but two stay To fire the train ; you, cousin, for my love Shall be one hand thereto. Pass in, and see Ye go down sure and softly. From this gate Ye know the passage under ; go, and speed. \Exeunt. Scene XXI. — Darnley's Chamber. The Queen, Darnley, Earls ^Cassi- Lis, Huntley, a«^ Argyle. Queen. But I must chide you for one thing, my lord, That you would hold your servant buram here Though it be for love you bear him; he is sick. And should not sleep nor watch with you to-night. You do not well to keep him from the town Against his health, who should take physic there, And come back whole to serve you. Darnley. Let him go. I did but bid him leave me not alone ; I will have one for service at my hand. Queen. Have you no more but just this young man gone Whom I bade go even where was best for him t Let your page lie at hand here. Darnley. Nay, T will. You sent off Alexander ? Queen. He was sick ; We should show care of them we take to grace More friendlike than by cherishing our- selves With their forced company; the grace is more To take thought for them whom we hold in trust 236 BOTH WELL. Than still to exact their service, tax their faith, Whose faith and service we that lean thereon Should put to no more toil and pain than needs, l\c(piiting love with labor. Dnrtiley. You say well : ;'.ut what should ail him? save that yesterday He found his bed-straw here by chance afire, And flung it out at window; on which plea He would not lie to-night here, till I bade him Sleep with me as aforetime, being of all The man bound closest to my love and trust ; Then first he spake of sickness, as you heard Who sat between us. Nay, but let him go; The boy shall serve to sleep here. Queen. Sickness makes All wills to serve it like necessity : Witness my will to keep my brother here Whom his wife's sickness at St. An- drew's now Parts from our feasts and counsels, caught up hence As if a wind had rapt him. Daruley. She is sick too, — The lady Murray .'' Queen. Nigh to death, he says; I know not : who knows how near death he walks »Vho treads as now most upright in the sun ? Ari^yie. Why have we death and sickness in our mouths, Who come forth of a feast not ended yet That in good time recalls us,!* Queen. Presently. I would you were in health to dance me down To-night but for the bride's sake; for the groom, lie may live easier th:i» vmi ..hc him not. Nor gall with favor or with jealousy. Darn lev. W^e twain shall see this night out c'.herwise. Queen. I am sure you shall see more of rest than I. Dnrtiley. Except I watch for sick- ness' sake all night. Queen. That shall you not ; I charge you on my love Sleep sound for my sake. Enter P'othvvell. Are not you the bell That strikes the hour to sunder us, niv lord } BotJnvell. Madam, I strike not yet. Queen. The better : sit, And make no sound of parting till your hour, No timeless note of severance. My fair lord. Have you no fair word for your noble guests ? Dar?J.^v. I pray you, sirs, of your own gentleness. Lay it not to my discourtesy for shame That I can but thus sickly entertain The grace ye do me ; that I meet it so, i Impute not to my will that is mvself, But to my weakness that is none of me Save as our enemy may be part of us. And so forgive it. Huntley. Sir, we are fain to see, Even in your gracious words that speak you ill, Some spirit of health already. Cassilis. I would jiledge My name and word you shall not long lie sick, Who bear yourself thus lordlikc. \i\otse oeiinv. Queen. Ah! my heart — It wrings me here in passing ; jiardon me. Bot/noell. CJod's lightning burn them ! will thev mar me now ? [Asiile, an J exit. Darnlev. Heard vou no noise.'' Arj^ylc. Where.> ' Qutcn. Some one stirred below ; A chair thrown down or such-like. Darn ley. Nav, I caught A rush antl rattle as — BOTH WELL. 237 Darnley. Where is my lord gone forth ? Qiieeri. Why are you moved ? Darnley. I am not moved : I am no fearful fool To shake and whiten as a winter tree With no more wind than this is. Queen. Do you think It is your counsellor come back in wrath To warn again and threaten ? Darnley. Nay, for him I think he hath learnt a lesson of my rede To vex his soul and trouble me no more. Re-enter Bothwell. Queen. What deadly news now of what danger, sir .'' Bothwell. Some fellow bearing fag- ots for the fire Slipt at the threshold: I have admon- iatied him What din his knaveship made even in our ears As if he had the devil there in his hands. Queen [aside). It was of them ? Bothwell [aside). Ay, hell take hold on them ! It was their din, God thank them for it with fire, Our careful helpers; but I have made them safe : The train is well-nigh laid now : what remains To strew, I have cha. ged them shed without more sound Than where the snow strikes. Darnley. Must you part indeed? Queen. They look for us ere long. Darnley. Now know I not What I would give to hold you here a night : Even half my life, I think, and know not why. Queen. That were too much. I slept here yesterday ; Were you the better for me .-* Darnley. Ay, and no ; I deemed I was the better till I slept, A.nd then — Queen. Why, did my being here break your sleep ? It shall not break to-night then. Enter Paris, and stands at the door. Bothwell [aside to Argyle). Time is come ; Touch him, and give the sign. Darfiley. The air turns sharp ; There came a wind as chill as from the pit. Why do you fix your eyes so fast on me.-* Queen. Not out of mind to mar your sleep again. Darjiley. I will not sleep alone. Queen. Ay, will you not .'' The town looks like a smoke whose flame is out, Deformed of night, defaced and fea- tureless. Dull as the dead fume of a fallen fire. There starts out of the cloud a climb- ing star. And there is caught and slain. Darnley. W hy gaze you so .-' Queen. I looked to see if there should rise again Out of its timeless grave the mounting light That so was overtaken. We must part ; Keep with this kiss this ring again for me Till I shall ask it of you; and good night. Darnley. A good night it may be to folk that feast ; I sec not how it shall be good to me. Queen. It may be better. I must be some hour Again among the masquers : you that sleep Shall hear no noise and see no com- pany. Enter NELSON. For this one night here comes your chamberlain : Good rest with you. ' Twas just this time last year David was slain. Darnley. Why tell you me of that? Queen. This very time as now. Good night, my lord. [Exeunt all but Darnley and Nelson Darnley. What folk remain by me ? Nelson. Sir, four of us : 238 BOTH WELL. Myself and Seymour, Taylor and his boy. Darvley. Let Taylor sleep here in my room to-night, You three in the south gallery. Nelson. Well, my lord. Darnley. I am left here very lonely. She was kind. Most kind she was; but what should make her speak Of David's slaying? Nelson. A word that shot by chance ; A shaft of thought that grazed her and flew by. Darnley. Why should she tell me of it ? My heart runs low ; As if my blood beat out of tune with life, I feel the veins shuddering shrink in, and all My body seems a burden to my soul. Come, I will think not that way. Re-enter PARIS. Paris. Sir, the queen, Having forgot for haste in parting hence Her outer cloak of fur, hath sent me for it, Lest this night's weather strike her blood a-cold. Darnley. Take it, and go. S^Exit Paris. I do not like their eyes, These foreign folk's that serve her. Is it cold } I feel cold here. Nelson. A fair sharp night, my lord ; And the air less cumbered than it was with cloud. Darnley. I find no night of all nights fair to me : I am sick here at my heart all the dark hours. Give me the book there. Ay, my book of psalms ? What day is this > Nelson. The ninth of February. Darnley. How says it of God's foes, they were afraid V/here no fear was } That am not I : my fear Dies without food. I am not as were these. I prithee IcU me, of thine honest heart, Think'st thou I have no cause to feed my fear, Or keep the bitter life in it alive.'' Nelson. I know not, sir ; but what you give it of food Is so nmch taken from your health of heart That goes to starve your spirit of like- ly life. Darnley. W'hy, then I will not feed it with false thoughts. Call here my chamber-fellow. If the heart Enter TAYLOR. Be but the servant of chance cold and heat. And the brain bear not rule upon the blood. We are beasts who call us men. Thomas, good night. [ Exit Nelson. What, shall we watch a while t Taylor. So please your grace. Darnley. I have more mind to sleep than power to sleep : Some unrest in me fights against my rest. Come hither, Will. Of all thy fellows here, I think thou lov'st me ; fain am I to think. I would not live unloved of all men born ; I hope I shall not. Dost thou feel to- night Thy living blood and spirit at ease in thee .' Taylor. Surely, my lord. Darnley. I would thy lord did too. This is a l)itter writing where he saith How in his prayer he mourns, and hath his heart Discjuietetl within him; and again, The fear of death is fallen upon him, see, And fearfulness and trembling, as is writ. Are come ujion him, and an horrible dread Hath him o'crwhelmed: Oh that I had, saith he, Wings like a dove I then would I flee away, BOTH WELL. 239 And be at rest ; would get me then far And bide within the wilderness, it saith ; I would make haste to escape. Lo, here am I, That bide as in a wilderness indeed, And have not wings to bear me forth of fear. Nor is it an open enemy, he saith, Hath done me this dishonor (what hath put This deadly scripture in mine eye to- night ?) For then I could have borne it ; but it was Kven thou, mine own familiar friend, with whom I took sweet counsel ; in the house of God We walked as friends. Ay, in God's house it was That we joined hands, even she my wife and I, Who took but now sweet counsel mouth to mouth, And kissed as friends together. Wouldst thou think, .She set this ring at parting on my hand And to my lips her lips.'' and then she spake Words of that last year's slaughter. O God, God ! I know not if it be not of thy will My heart begins to pass into her heart. Mine eye to read within her eye, and find Therein a deadlier scripture. Must it be That I so late should waken, and so young Die ? for I wake as out of sleep to death. Is there no hand or heart on earth to help? Mother ! my mother ! hast thou heart nor hand To save thy son, to take me hence away Bdf off, and hide me? But I was thy son. That lay between thy breasts and drank of thee, And I thy son it is they seek to slay. My God, my God ! how shall they mur- der me ? Taylor. I pray you, comfort your own heart, my lord : Your passion drives your manhood out of you. Darnley. I know it doth : I am hare- hearted, for The hunters are upon me. There — and there — I hear them questing. I shall die, man, — die. And never see the sun more; ay, this hour Will they come in and slay me. O great God, Sweet Jesus ! will you have me die this death, Such death as never man before has died ? See how they will not let me pray to To take my soul out of their fangs and hell! Will you not make the sun rise for my sake. That I may see you in the dawn, and live. And know the grace that God hath ere I die? Taylor. Sir, for God's love — Darnley. I say I hear their feet. Thou hast no ears — God hath no ears for me, Nor eyes to look upon me ; hands he 'hath,— Their bloody hands to smite with, and her heart Is his toward me to slay me. Let them come. How do men die ? but I so trapped alive, — Oh, I shall die a dog's death and no man's. Mary, by Christ whose mother's was your name. Slay me not ! God, turn off from me that heart, — Out of her hands, God, God, deliver me! 240 BOTH WELL. ACT III.— JANE GORDON. Time: from February lo to June ii, Scene I. — Bothvvell's Apartment IN HOLYROOD. BOTHWELL, ORMISTON, HePBURN OF Bolton, and other Gentlemen. Bot/noell. Is my knave sent for to me from the queen ? Hepburn. Ay, my good lord. Bothiciell. I had happier thoughts of him, Who served us but unhappily last night : This Paris had been faithful, and his tongue, That might have struck a sting into my fame, Had done me loyal service, and let fly No word to bring me in disgrace of men When I stood friendless; for which cause ye know I gave him place with the queen's chamberlains And promise of more furtherance ; but this thing His turned his six years' service into dust, And made his faith as running water slip Between mv hands that held it for a staff •; For, since I first brake with him of the He hath been for fear besotted like a beast. Ormiston. 'Faith, he was heavy enough of cheer last night When you came forth, and the tiuecn l)arted thence Ana .lithcr to the bridal. Bolh'ocll. By this hand, 1 came upon him glooming and with- drawn Up in a nook with face as of one hanged, And asked what ailed him to put on that gloom Or make such countenance there before the (^ueen .-' And I would handle him in such sort, I said. As he was never in his life, — oy God, I had the mind to do it, — and he, My lord, L care not what thing now ye do to me. And craved he might get thence to bed, as sick. But that I would not : then, as ye twain saw, When came the wind and thunder of the blast That blew the fool forth who took wing for death, Down my knave drops me flatlong, with his hair Aghast as hedgehogs' prickles, and, Alas, My lord! what thing is this? and //<; had seen Great enterprises, marry, and many cf them, But never one that scared him so a\ this ; And such a thing would never have good end. And I should see it. By God, I had :) will To have set my dagger here into him, but yet I drew it not forth. Ormiston. I doubt you did not well : 'Tis of such stuff that time makes tale- bearers. Bothwell. I would not strike him for old service' sake, j Were he more dangerous to me ; but, God help, What hurt here can he do us.^* I tell you, sirs, I think my star that was not swift to rise. But hung this long time strangled in dead cloud. Is even by this a tire in heavei', and hath The heat and light in it of this dead man's That it hath drunk ui) as a dcwdrop drawn Into the red mid-heat of its own heart And yc that walk by light of it shai: stand BOTHWKLL. 241 With morning on the footless mountain- tops ("rowned. Heplmni. There are crags yet slip- pery to be clomb, And scaurs to rend their knees and feet who rise. BotJnvdl. I have my hand hc.e on the throat of time, And hold mine hour of fortune by the hair. Had I let slip this season, I had fallen Naked and sheer to break myself on death, A cragsman crushed at the cliff's foot; but now Chance cannot trip me, if I look not down And let mine eye swim back among slain fears To reckon up dead dangers; but I look High up as is the light, higher than your eyes, Beyond all eagles' aeries, to the sun. Or mist on. You will be king ? Bothwell. Was I not crowned last night ? The hand that gave those dead stones wings to fly Gave wings too to my fortune, and the fire That sprang then in our faces, on my head Was as the gold forefigured on a king's. Enter Paris. What says the queen ? why shak'st thou like a cur? Speak, beast, or beastlike shalt thou fare with me : Has thou not seen her "i Paris. Av, my lord. BothwelL Ay, dog ? What said she to those gaping eyes of thine ? Paris. My lord, I found her in her mourning bed New-hung with black ; her looks were fresh and staid : Her fast being broken only with an Ere she addressed herself again to sleep She spake but three words with me of yourself, How might you fare, and when she rose by noon You should come to her : no more. BotJiivell. So let her sleep ; There are that watch for her. For thine own part, I charge thee, tell me one thing : in thy life Didst thou pledge ever promise, or plight faith, To that dead mask of kingship ? Paris. Nay, my lord. Bothwell. Seest thou not now these gentlemen my friends ? Not one of them but for troth's sake to me And loving service hath cast all things off To do as I shall and to fare as I ; And if thou think'st, whom no faith bound nor love To serve that fool, or come 'twixt hell and him To buckler him from burning, — if thou think'st, That art my servant, thou hast sinned toward God In our offence, this lies not to thy charge, But mine who caused thee do it, and all the lords' Who with me took this work in all their hands. And if now thou have will to go thy wav, Thou shalt depart right soon with rec- omi)cnse ; But for all pains that can be put to thee Thou must not take this on thy tongue again. Pa7-is. My lord, I will not. Bothwell. Sirs, with me it rests To take some order for the burial soon. When the cpieen's eye hath dwelt upon him dead, — As shall be, lest men say for shame or fear She would not see him, — then with all privy speed He shall by night be given here to the 242 BOTH WELL. His raiment and his horses will I take By the c|ucen's gift ; for, being now- highest in place, I will present me kinglike to the time, And come before men royal, who shall know I stand here where he stood in all their sight; So, seeing at once if I be lord or no. He that shall hate me risen shall need take heart To strike betimes, or strike not. At this hour Bold heart, swift hand, are wiser than wise brain. I must be seen of all men's fear or hate, And as I am seen must see them, and smite down, Or lie forever naked underfoot Down in the dark for them to triumph on. That will I not; but who shall over- throw Must kill me kingly, sworded hand to hand, Not snared with gin or lime-twig as a fool. Nor hurled by night up howling into heaven, But in the sun's eye weaponed. Some of you Go forth, and find what noise is in the streets, "What rumors, and how tempered, on men's tongues : When I pass out among them, I will take Some fifty with me to my guard, and ride As might their king ride. Be it pro- claimed abroad. In mine own name and Maitland's and Argyle's, Two thousand pounds shall pay that good man's pains Who shall produce the murderers of our king For just and sudtkn judgment. In few days, If Mar be not mine unfriend and his own, Who holds the keys of Stirling, we ^jhall pass With some of counsel thither, and there bide Till the first reek of rumor have blown by. Then call m sprmg our parliament again. Het'^uru. Your heart of hope is great: with God to friend, A man could speed no better than your hope. Both-well. I tell thee, God is in that man's right hand Whose heart knows when to strike and when to stay. I swear I would not ask more hope of heaven Than of mine own heart which puts fire to me. And of mine own eye which discerns my day. And, seeing the hope wherein I go now forth Is of their giving, if I live or die. With God to friend or unfriend, quick or dead I shall not wake nor sleep with then* that fear. Whose lives are as leaves wavering in a wind, But as a man foiled or a man en- throned That was not fooled of fortune nor of fear. [Exeunt. Scene II. — Another Room in the SAME. T/ie body of Darnley lying on a bier. Two men in attendance. First Attendant. There is no wound. Second Attendant. Nor hath the fire caught here; This gown about him is not singed ; his face Is clinched together, but on hair nor check Has fiame laid even a finger; each limb whole. And nothing of him shattered but the life. How comes he dead? First Attendant. Tush, tush ! he died by chance. BOTH WELL. 243 Take thou no pain to know it. For mine own mind, I think it was his sickness which being full Broke as a plague-spot breaks, and shattered him, And, with his fleshly house, the house of stone Which held him dying : his malady it was That burst the walls in sunder, and sent up A ruin of flaming roofs and floors afire. Second Attendant. Was not his cham- ber-fellow's corpse as his ? First Attendant. Ay, woundless as they say, and unconsumed ; 1 know not surely. But the blast that made The good town ring and rock here through her streets Shook not all sleepers in the house to death : Three souls have crept forth of the wreck alive That slept without his chamber. Second Attendant. What say these ? First Attendant. What should they say, with thanks for their own hap, But that this chance is dire, and this man dead ? There is no more yet for sage lips to say, That would not timeless be stopped up with earth. Enter the Queen and BoTHWELL. Queen. Leave us, and after take your charge again. First Attendant. We must forbear her till her moan be made. {Aside.) {Exetint Attendants. Queen. Let me look on him. It is marred not much ; This was a fair face of a boy's alive. Bothivell. It had been better had he died ere man. Queen. That hardly was he yester- day. A man ! What heart, what brain of manhood had God sown In this poor fair fool's flesh to bear him fruit .? What seed of spirit or counsel ? what good hope That might have put forth flower in any sun .'' We have plucked none up who cut him off at root, But a tare only or a thorn. His cheek Is not much changed, though since I wedded him His eyes had shrunken and his lips grown wan With sickness and ill living. Yester- day, Man or no man, this was a living soul ; What is this now .'' This tongue that mourned to me, These lips that mine were mixed with, these blind eyes That fastened on me following, these void hands That never plighted faith with man and kept, Poor hands that paddled in the sloughs of shame. Poor lips athirst for women's lips and wine. Poor tongue that lied, poor eyes that looked askant And had no heart to face men's wrath or love As who could answer either, — what work now Doth that poor spirit which moved them ? To what use Of evil or good should hell put this or heaven, Or with what fire of purgatory annealed Shall it be clean and strong, yet keep in it One grain for witness of what seed it was. One thread, one shred inwoven with it alive. To show what stuff time spun it of, and rent ? I have more pity such things should be born Than of his death ; yea, more than I had hate. Living, of him. Both-well. Since hate nor pity now Or helps or hurts him, were we nQ< as wise 244 BOTH WELL To take but counsel for the day's work here, And put thought of him with him underground ? Queen. I do but cast once more aw ay on him The last thought he will ever have of mine. Vou should now love me well. Bothwell. Ay should I, sweet. Queen. I think you shall : it were more hard than death, Vou should not love me. Bothwell. Nay, not possible. Queen. I think God never set in flesh of man Such heart as yours would be, to love me not, Bothwell. Will you give order for his funeral } Queen. Ay. But if you loved not — I would know that now. That I might die even this day, and my hands Shed no more blood nor strive more for your sake ; For if I live, whose life is of your love, I shall take on them more of toil and blood. To stain and tire them laboring all their life. I would not die bloodguiltier than is need, With redder hands than these and wearier heart. And have no love to cleanse and com- fort them. For this man, I forgive him. Bothwell. Vox whicli Fault? Queen. That he touched ever and de- filed my life With life of his and death. I am fain to know You do not love me for his sake the less Who so have soiled me with him. Bothwell. Shall I not Swear it, with him for sponsor to mine oath ? Queen. Kiss me before his face here for a sign. Bothwell. You have strange doubts and dreams. Queen. I will not have. When part we hence, and whither? Bothwell. I have word Your careful warden, the grave lord ot Mar, Will hardly give my followers at youi prayer Place to come in to Stirling at our back. Here now the streets begin to sound and swarm So that my guard is now for more than pride ; Wherefore I hold it well we take with us Some friends of our own counsel, as Argyle, Huntley, my brother-in-law that shall be none, With Maitland and the archbishop, and set forth To the lord Seyton's, who shall give us house Till this loud world fall stiller than it is. Queen. Be it where you will, and how : do you but lead, Would I not follow naked through the world? For him of whose dead face mine eyes take leave As my free soul of shameful thought on him. Let him have private burial some tit night By David whom he slew. I mind me now 'Tis not a year since 1 tied forth with him Even through the graves where he shall lie alone, And passing through their dusty deadly ways l'\)r some few minutes of the rustling night I felt his hand quake : he will quake not now To sleep there all night long. See you to that. ^ [Exeunt. ScFNK HI. — Sf.vtdN Castlk. Lord IIkrkiks nnothwell here. Then snare and slay him, or put the (jueen in ward : Would they do this, they might be ser- viceable Hut perilous must be, putting hand to work That treads nigh treason though for loyally. Melville. Whose may know their mind, it is not I. Herries. She hath sent for Murray hither ; in his eye W^e may take note which way their fac- tion looks. If yet toward violence and red-handed craft. This mood of hers will strip her for their strokes Naked, and leave us handless that would fight On her just side against them. God mend all ! Enter the Queen, Bothwell, Seyton, the Maries, and Attendants. Queen. The wind has moved my blood like wine ; I am full Even to the heart's root of its spirit of life. Flew not my hawk the last flight well, that sent The tumbling hern down from her high- est .? I think You have none better. Is our brother come .^ Seyton. He is now alighting, madam. Queen. By this hand, I would when we must 'light from horse we might Take wing instead, and so what time we live Live ever at glad speed save when we sleep ! It points and edges the dull steel of life. To feel the l)lood and brain in us renew By help of that life lifting us, and speed That being not ours is mixed with us and serves. I would hold council, and wage war, and reign. Not in walled chambers nor close pens of state. But or in saddle or at sea, my steed As a sea-wave beneath the wind and me, Or the sea serving as a bitted steed That springs like air and fire. Time comes, they say, When we love rest, housc-kcei)ing sloth, and calms : To nie I think it will not come alive. Herries. Madam, I would change yet one woril with you BOTH WELL. 249 I£re I go hence, or others take your ear. Queen. So shall you, sir; yet is my heart too light, And its live blood too merry from the chase, And all my life too full of the air of joy Whereon it mounts up falcon-like for prey, And hovers at its wings' width ere it strike, To give wise words wise welcome : yet what grace I may to your grave counsels will I show And modesty of audience. — Tell my brother I shortly will receive him. [Exeunt all but the Queen and Herries.] My good lord. It is for that old honor and true love I bear your high name and your flaw- less faith That yet mine ear makes way now for your words, (n trust they will not wound it for its pains With any tuneless or intemperate breath. Herries. Had I no heart, or in the heart I have ^iVo love to serve you, madam, and no faith, [ hc«d parted hence without more toil of tongue Or strife of speech unpalatable and harsh In ears made wide for music ; but in me Is heart enough to burn with fire of pain. If not to lighten with that fire their eyes For whose sake it consumes me, when I see Danger and death masked as true men and bold Attend about them with sheathed knives in hand And shut mouths as of serpents. Let me not Incense again your flame of spirit and scorn With faint and void reiterance of dead words That spent in vain their spirit before : 1 speak Not now so much to move you as would God I had the might to move, but of myself Rather to save my soul of faith alive, And my deep heart of duty toward your grace. By speech though fruitless, and by love though lost, That will not pass forth silent, and give way To loud-tongued ruin that shall speak too high For ears to close against it. Queen of Scots, Lady that have the loftiest life in hand Even yet that ever was of queen on earth, — Last hope of men that hope through you in God, Last comfort of his Church, light of his lamp That men have nigh blown out with blasts of night, — O you to whose fair face and hand uplift The treble-kingdom islands should turn back Out of the shadow of storm to follow them. And in the shadow of faith instead lie down Beneath the wings that covered your crowned head. Even hers that brood above her fold and \ours. The Church your mother's, that by no hand else Looks yet to gather three lands in and save, — Who have the heart and the eye and the hour for this Which to none other God may give again So as you have them, — you that should be writ In all the royal records of the world Savior, the light and the right hand of God Shown in a woman, to bring back and build What was blown down or shed as dust on the air, — You that have spirit and mind to ap prchend, 250 BOTH WELL. And to that apprehension put swift hand, Nor slow of soul nor fearful, — you, our queen, And England's heir, that should make higher on earth The name of Scot than any star in heaven, And on the cleft growth of two thorny stems Bid one rose flower of Catholic royalty Not to be plucked or trampled, — Oh, will you. So great, so fair and fearless as you are, That were you no queen, or such other one As no such high cause calls on, you would seem Not less a thing made to heroic end, A creature crowned and armed by God to bear His witness to his work, and in man's eye Stand signal-wise lighting the beaconed sea, — Will you put all this as a garment off. And change it like a vesture ? By your life Which is the life of this land's majesty. And your high soul which is our spirit of hope, Slay not all these : help them that trust in you ; Help God, lest we believe him for your sake Ill-minded toward us for our sin, to turn This empire to a populous wilderness, A riotous desert where things vile are crowned. And high made low, and low things set on high. And rule trod under with foul feet and bare. And kingdom parcelled by hard hands and red. Pity this people : give not up vour realm To its own madness that takes fire at • yours. And lights its ruin at your own ruin, to run By that blind light darkling to death and hell ; Cast not your name down under foo! of men For such ill cause as loveless love that is Light lord of foolish women, or such will As wherewith men self-slaughtered gird themselves. For shame and pity and peril shall be they Who shall attend and wed you to vour will. And the ring broken of the kingdom's peace That is yet whole and circular as a crown Shall be the new ring on your wedded hand. Queen. Have I not said I nevei thought of it .-* Herries. I but beseech you, keep from thought of it. Or from such show as puts it in men's minds, Queen. If this be all your counsel or your care. You crave but what you have : I have given no cause. By favor shown to faith and loyal hearts, For the evil-witted world to tax me of love. Twice have vou had mine ear now to this tale. And thrice I pray you that you seek it not. Herries. I shall no more. God keep your grace in joy ! Enter BoPHWKLL anci MURRAY. Queen. Good morrow, brother ; and you, my lord, good day, Since you go hence. BotJnuell. Goes my lord from us vet.' Herries. Even now I take my leave. Farewell, my lords. And God be with vour counsels. \Exit, Bot/twell. Fay, he shall. The cjueen was fain t(^ have your voice, my lord, Ere she go back to the distempered town. Murray. That shall she have, sir. Queen. Brother, we hear word How the good town is troubled of lewd men BOTH WELL. 25 Wish libels writ and hung about the streets, That in our servants' name deface our own With fierce invention : wherefore I de- sired Vour counsel with my lord here and good help For satisfaction of well-willing men. Murray. Even such will tell you it mislikes the town That Lennox, as they say, should be debarred Yxovsx entrance save with six men and no more To hold his cause up on the trial day. And the main witness on his part refused As. under charge of treason for his words Set forth in writing on the Tolbooth gates ; This makes them doubt of justice to be done, And brood or babble of devised delay. With tongues and minds diverse and dangerous. Queen. What! Shall one proclaimed our traitor pass unscathed To bear again false witness, for whose sake The ports are guarded, and the skipper marked For death who helps him from this kingdom forth To mock the judgment whence he stands attaint Of foregone treason ; and must now stand free. And the law loose him, and receive his word As a true man's and taintless? What are they Whom by such witness Lennox would impeach Besides my lord here who shall answer him? Murray. James Balfour, and your outland serving-folk, Sebastian, Joseph Rizzio, with two French, [ohn of Bordeaux, and Francis, of your train. Queen. They shall have trial, and answer it. Murray. 'Twere best They did so soonest : time grows full of tongues. There was one late v;ent through the streets by night, With four or five accompanied for guard That would let none take knowledge of him, crj'ing Of his own guilt most lamentably on God, Lord, open heaven, and pour down of thy wrath Vengeance on me and them that have cut off The innocent blood! whom the chief magistrates Have seized, and cast into the four thieves' pit ; But still his cry hangs in the common ear. Queen. Some traitor hired, or mad- man ; but I sent To seek the comfort of your hand and help For weightier cause than of such tongues. Murray. What cause ? Queen. That shall he show who bears most part therein ; Yet are you parcel of it, and I myself For love of both and honor toward you. Speak. [TT? Both WELL. Bothwell. My lord, I doubt not but your heart conceived Never that thing whereto being done you feared To set your hand in sign : I therefore pray you To look upon the charge for which I stand In the land's eye accountable, as one That was consenting with the rest our friends To what for my poor profit was not done. Nor only plotted for no end but mine; And, for the part your honor has herein, To underwrite the bond that writes me safe. And set your name for seal ¥pon my side. 2 C 2 BOTH WELL. Queen. So much would I beseech you too : the bond J5y vou subscribed here in my lord's defence Shall be the signet of your faith and love Set on my heart and his that honor you. Murray. I would my duty might in all things serve No less your honor than maintain mine own ; But I will set no hand to any 1)ond Shall bind me to defence or fellowship Of deeds whereof I know myself no part. I gave consent to no more than divorce Between two hands mismated, king's and queen's, Whereby the kingdom's heart was rent in twain, And reconcilement found not where to stand ; But of no red and secret bond of blood Heard I the bruit before the deed took fire. Boihwell. Will you so swear ? what ! none ? Murray. I have said ; and you. That reft your kinsman Balfour by de- vice Out of my hand and thwarted judg- ment, see Your heart be set not now to climb too high A stair whereon the foot that slips grows red, And, stumbling once in blood, falls whence nor wing Nor hand can lift it from the pit again. Queen. Vex not yourself lest he should fall or stand With whom you stand or fall not. Bof/ni'i-il. My desire Was toward no help of riddling coun- sellors, l>ut of such friends as speak with hand for tongue And acts for parables: your wit, my lord, Is nothing of the queen's need nor of mine. Murray. It may be, no; but to make trial of that, Ere I take ship for France, the vay! being barred By force and strife through Flanders tc the south And those fair towns that with her high ncss' leave Shall call me guest a while in Italy, I am bound for London, where 1 feai and hope My tongue may serve her more than here your hands If it make fair her cause in English eyes. Bot/nucll. What hath her cause to' do with their bleared sight. Or with her name their judgment .' Who need care What color we that breathe with our own lips Wear in the mist made of their breath far off ? Murray. The ambassador that bore her last word back Hath but made way for one at point to come Whose message, carrying weight as in wise ears It needs must carry, will take form and force From present witness of his eye thai reads What mind is borne here and what work is done. What judgment or what counsel most bears weight ; Which it imports us for this land's great sake That the English queen misknow net nor mislead For fault or fraud of darkling evidence Bolhii. ,■."- siding as Lord Justice ; LiNDSAY as assessor; Caithness, Cassilis, Rothes, Arbroath, Maxwell, Herries, and others, as Jury ; Rob- ert Cunningham aj spokesman /or Lennox. Ormiston (aside to Bothwell). Fie ! look not down so at your feet, my lord : What devil is this that irks you ? in your face A fool might read you what you are : why, so Might a man look that were now going to death. Hold up your face, for God's sake, and look blithe; Alas and aye woe worth them that de- vised The thing that shall make all us mourn, I trow, For you that now look sadly. Bothwell. Mold your peace : I would not yet it were to do ; I have An outgate any way whereby to pass, As ye shall know, and soon. Trouble me not. Argyle. My lords, ye have heard how to the indictment read The accused who stands at his own in- stance here Returns his jjlea of guiltless ; and there- on The accuser next invoked to approve his charge, Nor answering nor appearing, leaves no cause For us to judge ; but here in his default Is risen his servant to sustain his part And unawares among us unrequired Take up this charge here fallen, or stretch at least Some form across of pretext wide enough To cover with excuse this lack of charge. Which else might seem with emptiness of cause To mock your judgments ; wherefore, if ye will. He stands to plead before us. Caithness., \v c are content. RoUrf Cunningham. My lords, I am here but in my master's name. The earl of Lennox, to declare what cause j This day constrains his absence ; which j in brief Is first the brief time given for so great j work, I Next that he stands now naked of his ; friends | And fellowship of servants to maintain i His honor with the surety of his life ; , And, having help of no friend but him- self. He hath laid on me commandment to desire A day sufficient for that weight of cause Which he shall have to keep it ; and if hence Your lordships at this present shall proceed, Here I protest that if the assize to-day, By their twelve persons that upon this charge Shall enter now on panel, speak him clear Who stands accused for murder of the king, It shall be wilful error in men's eyes, And not abuse of ignorance, by this cause That all men know him for murderer; and hereto Upon this protestation I require Of your high court a document to stand And set my lord's right here on regis^ ter. BOTH WELL. 259 And those men's wrong who put it by to-day. Argyle. This is some reason if the ground be good Whereon his protest is built up, to ex- cuse Default of witness by defect of time ; J5ut here that ground is shaken, that we find, }5y letters of his own writ to the queen, My lord of Lennox earnest to bring on. With forward expedition as of fire, This cause for trial, and by all pleas intent To enforce this court make haste, and being convoked Despatch with breathless justice and short stay The work wherein he seems to accuse us now For too much heat to move too fast, and mar The perfect end of trial with force of speed. Preventing him of witness. Where- fore then Was his own will so keen, his plaint so loud. So strong his protestation, to procure The speed too late reproached, too soon required? Here are we met for judgment, whom himself Ijade the queen summon, with insistent heat And sharp solicitation urged of wrong, Nay, with the stroke of an imperative tongue. As though to impel some loath or lag- gard heart, And found instead a free and forward will In her to meet his own ; here sits the court. There stands the man of him or his impeached To give them loyal answer ; where sits he? W here speaks his proof ? where stand his witnesses ? What sentence of what judges shall be given Where none stands forth to accuse; Here are but words, Surmises, light and loud and loose, that blow In the air of nameless lips and bab- blers' breath From ear to ear about the wide-mouthed world : These are not for our judgment. Caithness. We sit here To find if there be proof or likelihood More than of common tongues that mark a man Guilty, and know not why this man or that. But some name they must have to feed upon ; And in my mind, where witness there is none Nor prosecution of a personal cause, Even should we err to find the accused man free. It were no wilful error, nor this court In any just man's sight accountable As for unrighteous judgment, being cut off From evidence that it was met to hear; Which we reject not, but require in- deed. Yet can by no solicitous mean procure. Moreover, sirs, one flaw there is to note, More evident than these proofs in- visible, — Even in the letter of the charge, which bears. Ye see, the ninth day's date of Febru- ary, When all we know that on the tenth it was This violence, by what hand soe'er, was done : So that I see not, for my simple part. How any man, for that which no man did, Should stand condemned; for at this date assigned Was no such deed as this done in the world. MaxivcU. Why, let the charge be drawn again, and straight : The court is mocked in this. Caithness. How mocked, my lord? It is necessity of law, to keep '.6o BOTHWELL. Pure hands by perfect heed of flawless words ; And that vou stood the dead man's friend alive CJives vou not right nor reason to rise up And tax the reason or the right of law. Maxwell. Right ! where is right in all this circumstance, r)r aught but wrong and broken judg- ment ? where Justice or shame or loyalty, to try The truth whereon red fraud and vio- lence tread, And smother up the tongueless cry of blood? Are we not here to judge of murder done, And either from an innocent brow take off The spot of its suspicion, or convince The branded forehead of bloodguilti- ness ? Is there no counsel on the part accused, Nor answer of defensive argument But of close-lipped evasion? and the court In this forsooth is mocked not ! We shall stand The shameful signs of laughter to the world. And loathing to men loyal, if this pass With no more trial but mockery, and the land Sit silent, and attaint of innocent blood Ilcfore the face of all men that expect For our own sake what justice we shall show Or be defamed forever. Arbroath. Sirs, meseems Where no charge is, that no response can be ; Where none impeaches, none can stand accused : And of what mouth what challenge is put forth, And on what witness what impeach- ment hangs. To imi)lcad of guilt the man we sit to 1 fcrcin I say it is the court is mocked, liven all of us, and all the baffled land. And most this noble man that unac- cused Stands at our bar, and finds not to con front One witness, nor one enemy to beat back. Hut only as 'twere a wind that sounds, a breath That shifts and falters in the face of proof, A blast that envy blows, and fear breaks off. Disabled of its nature, by itself Frustrate and maimed of its own evil will. Lindsay. Who talks of envious or of fearful heart ? We hear the general judgment of the land Cry out for trial, and from foreign tongues Reproach cast on us that we cast off heed : What should we do for shame if in this cause. For doubt of one man's friends or of what power Might stand behind to buckler him at need. We durst not move, nor, though the world looked on, Show but a face of justice ? Cassilis. Must we set Our judgments by the common tongue that strikes. And knows not what the hour is ? or become Thralls to the ])raise and bondmen to the blame Of men by no tie blood-bound to our love. To make our lives look in their foreign sight Fair, lest they speak us evil ? By my head. No Scot I hold him, but a strange man's knave. Whose spirit is shrunk or swollen by their breaths. Argyle. Well, let the votes be given, and each man's doom Affirm if in his true and e(|ual mind The charge be proven ui)on my lord, oi no. How go the voices ? / BOTH WELL. 261 Lindsay. By one-half their dooms The lords here of the jury speak him free With clear acquittal of bloodguilti- ness : One-half is voiceless. Avi^yle. He then is proclaimed Of this high court not guilty, and the charge On trial stands not good aganist him. Sir, The court upon this plea declares for you. You are found free of blood. BothweU. My noble lords, Being proved thus in your judgments clear of crime. Here on this door will I to-day set up My personal challenge in mine honor's right To meet in arms, before what judge he will, What gentleman soever undefamed Shall take upon him to confront my cause. For their lewd mouths who threat, and wear no sword, Your judgment given to acquit me shall abash The malice it })uts power into mine arm With might of right to baffle. Sirs, good day. {Exit xuith Ormiston and his follow- ers. Argyle. Break up the court : the cause is judged. Maxioell {to Lin^dsay). Is judged .? I know not of such seed what stem will spring, But that fruit sour as gall and red as blood. For men's false mouths must of this judgment grow. I would I saw less surely than I see. Scene VI. — The High Street. Burgesses and People. First Citizen. What more of shame is laid up for us.'' when Will Heaven put forth a hand to touch with fire These naked sins, and shrivel } Have you heard What last lies bare for judgment.^ Second Citizen. Why, the last Is not this half-hour's shame : each stroke each day Strikes out a fresh one, that five minutes old Dies of the next forgotten. Yesterday Some talk was of the challenge yet, which now No man casts thought on, though by two good swords Was battle proffered : by the stout Laird first Of Tullibardine, in that brother's name Whom they for fear have taxed of treason, so To eschew his proof and peril ; he defies The challenger to combat, and requires England and France for judges of the field In person of their sovereigns ; this re- fused, On such new plea as craven craft may find. With his queen's leave the ambassador himself Of England gladly with his own heart's will Would take the personal cause upon him. First Citizen. What ! Is it for fault of Scots to match and mate The pride in Bothwell swoln with inno- cent blood None but Sir William Drury mav be held Worth his sword's wrath that walks by night ? Third Citize?!. Perchance As for his queen he stands here de]5Uty, And for our own her champion opposite. Afield with swords' play or abed with lips'. They hold the match more equal. Fourth Citizen. Nay, this news Is gray of beard already; hear you not How by this priestly parliament of curs, That to beguile us and for no good-will 262 BOTH WELL. Ilalh in the queen's name passed its act to affirm God's present gospel stablished in this reahn, The murderer lives now twice absolved of blood, And has by voice of prelates and of earls The assize allowed for good that purged him first, And shall be loosened of his marriage- bond That twelve months since was tied ? his brother-in-law Shall have again his forfeit lands, and see His sister from her married bed thrust out, And stir no finger ; then without more stay Who sees not where the adulterer's foot shall climb, And by what head his own be pillowed ? Nay, These papers hung against our walls by night Are tongues that prophesy but truth; ye saw That likeness of a hare enringed with swords. And of a mermaid crowned with burn- ing eyes Who drove' the hounds off with a two- thonged scourge That coursed him trembling; and her hand indeed Is found not slow to smite; a law now lives Denouncing on his head no less than death Wlio shall set uj), or seeing shall pluck not down, Such placards writ : the first soe'er who finds And leaves the writing that defames her friend To pass among the people, at her will Shall lie in bonds; but if this brand herself. Then must tlie man that spared it or that set Die; so the fire-eyed (jueen of ship- wreck sings Death in their ears who sail this dangerous sea Whereon the ship reels of our stagger- ing state, And with the flame shot fiom her eyes puts out The light of theirs that were as light- nings turned On her hare-hearted lover. Third Citizen. Yet they lack The power with boast or menace to seal up The lips of poor men; but three days ago As she rode through the Grassmarket I heard I low from their stalls the women cried on her, God save your grace! but with this added word That smote the smile upon her lips to death. If ye be spotless of the dead king 'j blood. Second Citizen. Such words and souls mount nigher God's ear and eye Than theirs who lent this man their hands to slay And tongues to purge him of their gen- eral sin, — He of St. Andrew's, and his under priest. Bishop of Ross, Leslies and Hamiltons, Whose lips are bloody, and that double soul Argyle, that steers their faction ; and this crew Masked here as mouthpiece of the loathing land Must hide the people's heart and true men's truth With craft of prattling prelates; yet such mouths As are unlocked and locked attain with gold But gape till God shall pluck their tongues out. ////// Citizen. Yea, Ye hear but this, and have to burn you; ears No hotter news of these men, or what bond Bears written broad and brave such names as these BOTH WELL. 263 Of earls and bishops ? this is strange yet, sirs, That fires my cheek to tell you ? Second Citizen. Why, men said There was a knot that met of these to sup. Shut in with Bothwell's hackbutters for guard, That drew round Ainslie's Tavern, where they sat Like a strait hoop of steel to bind them safe And hold them fast from starting; and some bond Of these his guests at Bothwell's prayer subscribed There was that bound them to him, against all foes That might impeach him of the crime discharged By the open court's acquittal, from this day To take his part upon them, and stand fast As to their own cause, being made sub- ject all To slander and suspicion that but grows Of honor and high credit held with kings: So much we heard, and found not strange. Fifth Citizen. Nay, this Was but the grace that served their banquet in Of meats as strong as poison ; there ensued A pledge more mortal of a bond more base ; Considering this time present, how the queen Stood husbandless, and how the gen- eral weal Might let her not long live so, should her mind By thought of his true services be moved To take the earl Bothwell to her loving lord. They and each man there met of them should plight His honor, truth, and heart's fidelity To advance this marriage with all furtherance given Of counsel, satisfaction, and good help, As soon as law might give it leave to be. And as their common enemy should esteem What man soever of evil will to them Might seek its hinderance ; and to this were set More than those names ye spake of ; be it for fear, For craft or vantage, none of these fell off Save Eglinton that slipped for shame away. And Morton with the secretary, that gave Their voice yet for this marriage, but would seal No general bond of service on his side Save these, no priest or peer of then but lives His servant pledged; their handSj tongues, counsels, hearts. His or not theirs, and all they man sworn men. Third Citizen. I have assurance of a true man's faith. That word was writ of this confederacy To the English council from the Laird of Grange, Desiring knowledge with what ear their queen Shall take these tidings ; and albeit of late. In all our trouble being found slow to help She hath lost the love here borne her, if her grace For this late murder will pursue re- venge. She shall win all the hearts of all the best Again, he says, in Scotland ; who should be. With her good help and favor, swift to take This vengeance on them, and redeem from fear Their prince's life now trembling in the reach Of hands that slew his father ; for our queen Hath sworn she cares not for her lover's sake 164 BOTinVKIJ.. To lose France, England, and her natu- ral land, And wcnikl go with him to the wild world's end, Stript to her smock, ere leave him. Second Citizen. Has he writ So much to the English court of her ? being ours, lie should let shame keep silence of her shame. First Citizen. What shame or silence can shut up for shame That which at noon walks clamorous of itself And boastful to be naked? They will wed, Though thunder sound forth sin, and while God speaks Will kiss in sight of lightning. Fourth Citizen. Was there not Some noise of strife arisen for fault of pay Among their crew of Bothwell's villains here That hold by force of hand the palace gates ? Second Citizen. Such rumor was, for certain ; and himself Strode in among the middle mutiny Like a thieves' captain, and being braved of them Caught by the throat one that was lord o' the brawl. And would have slain but for the throng that cried And drove upon him shouting, till for fear He was even fain to stop with promises Their mouths who clamored; which to see fulfilled Needs must he sit no lower than doth a king. T/iird Citizen. So then the gates are open, and the queen l'>y leave of these her guards, and him their chief. May jjarl in i)eace for Stirling now to see Iler son in ward there of the castellan ? Where we, Ciod knows, may give him thanks that one So wise as the earl of Mar and stout of heart Hath our born king in covert, v\hn might sleep On that sweet breast that bore him not so safe As in a hand so honest. First Citizen. Ay, God help, There is no surety in such housekeep- ing As thunder comes forth of the sky by night To fall upon and burn it, yet no storm Save of men's making seen, nor fire in heaven Save what rose up from under. Verily, Our good lord Bothwell spake but truth, who said To good James Melville, how so strange a thing On earth was never known of : pity 'tis He could not come to look upon the corpse. Though Bothwell bade him, seeing it was removed ; It was his hapless chance to find it gone And in safe keeping of some secret hand That waited on '"t living; such things are : The worse hap his. They say it had no wound ; So if bv some nvschance, as God for bid. The prince were reft unluckily of life, I think he should have none for eye to see That might read evil. Third Citizen. Who shall ride with her.? Second Citizen. Why, no great train, lest being within the walls She take the child into her hand, and give For better care to Bothwell's, with the keys That keep this castle tois l>i't yet I think His hand nor hers shall put God's judgment back That waits to take them trium]>hing, and turn To tears their laughter and our qrief t The thing is no more dangerous than it was When our first plot was laid; nay, so much less By how much these are ours whose names and bonds Speak on our side inscribed. Huntley. Madam, not so ; The earl of Sutherland, whose forfeit- ure Your grace but now remitted with mine now, When we shall meet my brother's men in arms, Will die before he yield you to their hands. Queen. My lord, you have no brother of him now That was your sister's husband. I will write To bid him bring up men enough to out-match All that ride with us homeward, and so far That none the hardi,^st shall but think on fight. Three hundred hath your earl ? then in his rank There shall be more than of our com- pany. That I to spare men's blood may yield myself. Hufitley. It is too gross and foolishly devised ; When I spake last with him, he laid on you The charge to say where we should meet and when. And what should by contrivance plead for nic, To save my name though you be yielded up ' Who ride with mc for escort ; all this charge He lays on you, and bids me write again What you shall say by letter; of him- self He moves not yet ; and I beseech you think. Before you move him, in what enter- prise You put to pledge your honor, that can never With honor wed him who being wedded man By force and violent hand hath borne you off; Nor will my folk endure it, I wot well, But it must come to trial by hap of fight With doubt and accident of answering arms : Where, if we fail on our part, then on his Shall be the blame and bloody note of war Made on your personal guard ; but if we win That ride with you as followers, then is he The most forlorn of men revolted ; else, I shall be called of all that sin on earth The most unthankful traitor, who being now But newly of your grace remade your man Shall yield you up by treason without blows Into a rebel's handling; and the lord's, I doubt, when they shall see you in his hold. Will think not much to unswear their oaths, deny Their words and hands as given through force or fear. And signed not of their hearts; I pray, think of it, And take some other counsel to you? mind. 266 BOTHWELL. Queen. My lord, if you bear back my word to him, It shall be this : that, seeing I am come so far, If of his own will he withdraw him not, F'or no persuasion nor for death itself Will I be brought to break my faith with him. For this you say of them that follow you. And of your fear to bear a thankless name For my supposed betraying, you should by now With him have taken counsel of the chance. And not have thrown it here across my way, Who have no choice to pass not over it, Seeing I may turn not back for life or death. For fear or shame or love of any man. As for the place, he doth not well to cast On me too even the election: let him choose. And send me word, with pardon that heiein I tax my lord of too much negligence. For those your followers whom you most misdoubt, You shall be wise to weed our train of them If any wise mean be to draw them forth. This is my counsel, of a simple wit And womanish, but not so vile at heart As to go back for danger from its faith. I pray you so report of mc, and say. When he shall ask you of my mind again. No more but this word only : and fare- well. {Exit Huntley. This faint-heart honesty with half a hand Is falser found at need than falsehood's self, And ever was of me more hated. Oh, That I might take these hours as in my hand And men that yet divide us, with one grasp To gripe them dead and pluck his fang from time That waits to fasten on us unawares And make love mortal with the kiss that kills! A day and night are as a long life's length That part the hungering from the per- fect hour. The void from the fulfilling. — Nay, come in. Etiter Mary Beaton and Paris. Alary Beaton. Here waits my lord of Bothwell's messenger To bear your word back of Lord Hunt- ley's mind. Queen. Ay, that I found it trustless. Tell my lord He makes me mad to put his faith in him And to mistrust that which is wholly his, Even her true heart to whom he should have sent Word every day what she should do for him. And hath done nothing of it. I did say He should take heed of that false brother-in-law. Of whom his negligence and heedless faith Have put us in the danger ; on my part There has lacked nothing toward the work in hand. And had he not more changed his mind than I Since I went from him, he should need not now By stranger's lips inquire of my resolve. Say how you see me, and till he send mc word That I will here lie sick, as Ciod he knows What health I have at heart. Would 1 were dead, For all I see goes ill ; but tell vour lord This was not in his promise that I find. Nor no such matter ; but he lets me sec What power has absence on him, to whose bow BOTH WELL. 267 His hand has yet another string than mine. And look you warn him of this brother- in-law That he hath babbled of our enterprise Wherein he puts but forth a heartless hand, And in what great men's ears he well may guess Who knows which most are dangerous; yet methinks If still we have need to flatter them, so much Might naturally be pleaded on his part, That his good service and long amity Might well deserve his pardon and their love If past a subject's duty he put forth, Not to constrain me, but assure himself Of such place nigh me that no foreign tongue May by strange counsel hinder my con- sent To that whereto he trusts his service shall Make him one day to attain ; with such excuse Shall he persuade them that he stands compelled To make pursuit against his enemies : And he may find fair words at will to say To Maitland most of all, through whose keen tongue We hold the rest by the ear ; but if at last The deed of our device mislike him now. Let him send word, and leave not on my head The blame of all; and if it like him yet, Say I beseech him for the honor of God To come with no less force accom- panied Than of three hundred men ; rather with more. For that is all the main part of my care; Seeing as for Huntley, I assure myself Te in our play shall henceforth bear no part But of an honest and a fearful man Whose thought and all his toil of heart it is To keep the load of treason from his name. Therefore I would not have my lord in all Trust or mistrust him, but be circum- spect And take more power unto him. Paris. So shall I say ; Your highness hath no message more for me .■* Queen. God wot no time it is for us to change Tokens and toys of love ; yet I would send. For very sorrow, something but in sign That of my heart's grief I accuse not him For his cold writing or forgetfulness. His little memory of me and little care, And least of all his promise-breach, being now So far made his that what thing pleases him Is acceptable to me, and all my thoughts To his so willingly subdued, that all That comes of him proceeds of no such root. In mine esteem, as loveless negligence Nor any love's lack, but such only cause As I desire, being just and reasonable. Which is the final order he should take For his own surety and honor, who alone Is my life's stay for which I only will Preserve it, and without which in this world My soul desires not but a sudden death. Bear therefore to him, for testimony of me, How lowly I submit me to his law In sign of homage this that I take off Of my head's ornament, which is the chief And guide of other members, as to say How being possessed of that as of a spoil Which is the principal, he needs must have !68 BOTH WELL. The remnant subject to him with heart's consent. And for that heart, that seeing I have left it him Long since I have not now in hand to give, This stone instead I send him, painted black And sown with tears and bones, a sepulchre Whereto my heart is likened, being as it Carved like a tomb or certain recep- tacle To harbor his commandments in, and hold More fast than all his memory and his name Therein enclosed as in the ring my hair, To come forth never till the grant of death Shall let him rear a trophy of my bones. As is the ring full of them, set therein For sign he has made full conquest of my heart. That even the bones must be to him bequeathed For memory of his victory and my loss That was so sweet to me : tell him but this. And say that by the enamelling of black He shall discern her steadfastness who sends And by the tears my fears innumerable Lest I displease him, and those tears I shed For his dear absence asid for heart's disdain That I may not in outward shape be his As with full strength ami heart and spirit I am, And with good cause; for were my merit more Than hers of all born ever for men's love Found worthiest and most i)erfect, and as much As I desire it might be in his eve. Well might I s(i rest ever, and shall strive Still to maintain me in his government As worthily as I may. Say, I beseech him That is mine onlv good, in as good part To take it at my hand as I at his With extreme joy received our marriage bond. That till the marriage of our bodies be Made publicly shall part not from my breast, Which keeps it now in sign of all the bliss I can or hope for or desire on earth : And that my letter here brake off for dread Lest this as much should weary him to read As I took joy to write it; therefore, say, Here did I set a kiss as on his hand With such devotion as I pray to God To give him long and blessed life, and me That only good of all which I desire And only may pretend to in the world. His lov^e and his good favor who doth hold Alone my life up; and this trust I showed To you in whom I know the trust he hath As I sliall for his sake whose wife I am, His humble and obedient lawful wife. To whom my heart and body are dedi- cate And shall in no wise unto death be changed Nor good nor evil make me go from it. So tell him, and despatch. {Exit Paris. What said Lotd .Mar Touching the child's charge to you ? Marv Beaton. Hut thus much : That he would never let it from his hand Save with assent of the three several states, And on condition there shall be jmo- claimed .'^ome honest lord and worthv such a charge As captain of the castle of Edinlnirgh, BOTH WELL. 269 Where only may the prince, he says, lie safe From them that slew his father. Queeti. Ay, so brave ? There speaks a man of trust, found honorable. I had as lief be dead as see such men Stand so at point to thwart me : by my life, I hold it not a straw's worth in the scale If I must live so shackled. What ! and now, When my life trembles on the top of fate. And all my days hang from this edge of time 'Twixt night and light suspended, whence one hour May hurl all hopes down breathless to the pit. And cast me broken at the mountain's foot. Or set me sure and steadfast in the sun. To be so crossed of cozening honesties. And honors made of craft, and fraudu- lent faith. Would spur a blood more sluggish than my sleep And prick a drowsier passion. Well, let be: Our time will come to take all these in hand. What may doubt deem, then, I would do with him, That am his mother ? Nay, I know their thought : It is their fear and hatred of my lord That glares askant on me ; and the child's self, I think, as little loves me as he need. Knowing In what love I held his father. Come, I will yet see, before I take my leave. If there be such a nature in our blood As can command and change the spirit- ual springs And motions of our thought, advance or check The pulse of purpose in the soui that moves Our longings and our loathings to their end By mere control and force unreasonable Of motiveless compulsion ; if such blind And sensual chances of the stirring veins That feed the heart of child or mother may Divert and dull the mind's design, 01 turn The conscience and the current of the will From its full course and action. I believe, Albeit I would not hurt the life I bare, Nor shed its blood, it is not possible Such love should live between my child and me. Who know what source he came of more than mine, And how that part of me once mixed therewith Was sullied thence and shamed in mine own sight. That loathes to look upon it, yet must see In flesh and blood the record writ and sealed As oft as I behold him : and you saw He would not lie within mine arm, nor kiss, But like a fox-cub scratched and strove. to be Free of my hands again. Mary Beaton. I see no need In heaven or earth why you should love him. Queen. No? They say such law there is to enforce such love On either part: I know not; but I think Love should but flower from seed of love, and this Was but a tare sown timeless and in hate ; Yet so much am I mother in my mind, That, be it for love or loathing, from my heart. When I perforce commend him to that care Which will not yield him naturally to mine, F'ain would I parting know if soon or late Mine eyes shall turn upon that face again 70 BOTHWELL. Which out of me was moulded, and take note, When each on each looks equal-eyed, and sees His crown a shadow that makes mine a shade, What king must this be, and what queen shall I. Scene VIII. — Dunbar. A Room IN THE Castle. Maitland rtW Sir James Melville. Melville. What, have you seen them since we came from horse .-* How looks she now t Maitland. Disquieted and strange ; And he so hot and high of mood, I think W'e have no safeguard from him but in her; And Huntley that at Stirling spake with me Of this their counsel, and must now suspect It was by me discovered to the lords. Will turn perforce his fear of Both- well 's wrath Into a sv/ord to strike as straight as he Even at my life, it may be ; which her grace Shall easilier from fear of them redeem Than her own fame from evidence of men, That seeing her prisoner see too if she came By force or no, and led by heart or hand. To Ijonds indeed or freedom. Melville. Nay, myself Was warned of him that rode in charge of me, — The laird here of Blackadder, — how lord Was of our lady's counsel; and but now As thev rode in I heard him swear, and lau^h, Who would soe'er or would not, in their spite, Yea, though herself she would not with her will, Vet should the (|uecn perforce now wed with him. Maitland. The deed has flushed his brain and blood like wine : He is wroth and merry at once, as a man mad. There will no good come of it. Melville. Surely, sir. Of such loose crafts there cannot : al] this land Will cry more loud upon her than on him If she be known consenting. Maitland. If she be ! How shall not all ears know it on earth that hear } But two miles out of Edinburgh, at noon, Accompanied of all her guard and us. She, meeting in mid-road at Almond Bridge, The unthought-on Bothwell at his horse- troop's head. Who with twelve men lays hand upon her rein, Yields herself to him for fear our blood be spilt. Or theirs or ours, for tenderness of heart Submits her to his violent masterdom, Forbids our swords, ties up all hands with words. And doglike follows hither at his hand For pure surprise and suddenness of fear That plucks the heart out of resistance ; then. Riding beneath the south wall of the town, On show of summons to the castle sent For help of us enforced thus of our foes, We get but fire of guns charged full of sound With hay stuffed in for jiowder ; nno God knows Balfour knew naught of this, the gov- ernor. Who was forewarned not first of their design, How by no means to cross but further it With forecast of his office; nay, all this Was uiulevisctl, and on the sudden wrought BO Til WELL. 271 To take her by swift stroke of simple hand; And so astonied were we all, and so The castellan, and most of all the queen. Why, though the world be drunk with faith in lies. Shall God make this too gospel ? From this day Shall she begin her ruin ; with rent heart I see the ways wherethrough her life shall lie, And to what end ; for never henceforth more Shall she get good or comfort of men's love, Nor power nor honor that a queen should have, Nor hap nor hope renewed in all her days. She has killed herself to take her king- dom off, And give into strange keeping. Enter the Queen, Bothwell, and Huntley. Bothwell. Here he stands, — This was the knave that was to baffle me : He shall die here. Huntley. I will not lose the part My sword should have in him : this hour and hand Shall cut off craft and danger. Stand, and die. Maitland. Is it the queen's will that pursues my life ? Then let it strike, and end. Queen, I charge you, hold ! I will not foully twice be forced of men To stand and stain mine eyes with sight of blood Shed of a friend, and guiltless. Hold, I say ! Bothwell. Stand by, for I will slay him. Queen. Slay me, then. For I will fling my body on their points Before your swords shall find him. Hark you, sir, [Tc' Huntley. Whose father died my traitor in my sight: £f one hair perish of my servant's head, You that had back your lands and goods but now Again .shall lose them with your forfeit life For boot of this man's blood. Bothwell. Woman, give way ! Queen. Give all your swords way toward me ; let me bleed Ere this my friend that has been true to me : I swear he shall not. Maitland. Madam, for God's love, Come you not in their peril ; I am armed, If both not run upon me. Bothwell. Fool, I say, Give place, or I shall know not what I do ; Make me not mad. Queen. I cannot fear you yet. Will you strike now? Bothwell. I should but do you right. Why thrust you in between me and this man Whom your heart knows for traitor, and whose tongue Crossed and betrayed our counsel to the lords? Had he his will, we should not stand to-day Here heart to heart, but you in ward of them. And I divided from you. Queeti. My sweet lord, Let not your wrath confound my happi ness; Stain not ' my fair and fortunate hour with blood Shed of a good man who shall serve us yet. It shall more help to have him live our friend Than fifty-fold slain of our enemies. Bothwell. Have your will's way: he cannot cross us now ; I care not if he live. Maitland. I am bounden to you For so much grace. Queen. Vex not his mood again. To-morrow shall all friends be recon- ciled; To-night rest here in surety. Bothwell, Be it so. [Exeunu IWTinVELL. Scene IX. — The Same. The Queen, Both well, and the Arch- msHOP of St. Andrew's. Queen. What counsel, father .^ if their league be made So .soon and strong at Stirling, we had need Surely by this be fast in Edinburgh. \Ve have sent thither freely as our friends Lord Huntley and James Melville, who were here As in our ward, not prisoners; every day Here lingering makes our enemies bit- terer-tongued And our strange state more hazardous ; myself More ta.xed for willing bondage, or my lord For violence done upon me. Archbishop. In my mind, There is no mean of policy now but speed, Nor surety but short counsel and stout heart. The lords at Stirling, while you put off time, Athol and Mar, and Morton with Argyle, Are sworn to crown the prince, and of his name Make to their cause a standard, if you cleave Still to my lord here, from whose vio- lent hand With your own leave they fain would pluck you forth. And keep your honor hurtless ; but they see Vou will have no deliverance at their hands I'roiu him who, as they say, doth boast himself. If he may get your child once in his ward. To warrant him forever in good time Krom all revenging of his father's death. Nav, it is bruited of them all about How you at i)arting would have given the boy An apple poisoned, which he put away. And dogs that ate it after swelled and died. Bothzvell. The devil is in their lips- had I free way, Fire should seal up and sear them. Arclibishop. So they talk ; The very children's tongues are hot on you, And in their plays your shadowy action staged And phantoms raised of your presented deed : Boys that in Stirling streets had made their game To act again the slaying of Darnley, so Were ra])t with passion of the pastime feigned They well-nigh slew the player that took on him Your part, mv lord, as murderer, and came off Half hanged indeed and breathless; this I hear, And more much weightier daily from that part Pointing the same way on you ; sure it is, From France and England messengers desire To have the prince delivered to their charge As to be fostered for his surety's sake Of one or other, safclicr so bestowed In foreign harborage of a stranger court Than at the rough breast of his natu- ral land ; Such offer comes there of Elizabeth To those uncjuiet lords, but other aid They must of her not look for to their part WMio stand against their sovereign. Now. since these Are dangers evident, and everyday Puts m(jrc in them of dangerous, best it were, I think, to meet them warlike point to point. Your hands and powers made one, and muiti|)lied I!y mutual force and faith ; or you must part, BOTinVELL. 273 And each lose other, and yet be neither saved, Or presently with one sole face confront The many-mouthed new menace of the time. With divers heads deformed of enmi- ties That roar and ravin in the night of state Made dim with factions; only majesty, With light of bared and kindled brows and eyes. Can face them to consume; do you but show Your soul as high as is your crown, and power As plain as is your cause, you shall en- force. By resolution and a forthright will, The obedience and the allowance of these men That would constrain you by the fear of them Within the limit of their leave. I say, Proclaim at once the fore-ordained di- vorce Between his sometime lady and mv lord, And hard thereon your marriage, as compelled By perilous instance of necessity At once to assure you of a husband's help And present strength in this your need, who stand Fenceless and forceless with no man for stay. And could desire none truer and wor- thier trust Than him whose service done and val- iant name May warrant your remission of such fault As men lay on him for the seeming force With which unwillingly he stood con- strained To save you even for love's sake from their hands. Whence, had not he redeemed you as by might. They had done you worse wrong than he seemed to do. This shall excuse the speed that you put on, And leave their hands no time to rise that would Prevent you, being unmarried ; and your own. Forestalling them, shall take again and steer The helm of this land's general weal, else left To their cross guidance and false pilot- age. BotJnuell. By God, well said and counselled. Queen. All is well. Or shall, if but one thing be ; and \\\ you That lies alone of all men. Nay, you know it : Wrong me not now to ask. BotJnvell. Wrong you not me. To cross my wit with riddles, which you know From no man's lips I love. Queen. I know not yet If there be naught on any lips that live Save mine that you love better : I can tell Too little of your likings. Bothwell. Be not wroth That thus much of them I desire you learn. And set your heart to it, once being schooled. Fair queen. These are no chambering times, nor sit we here To sing love's catches counter-changed with words That cross and break in kisses : what you will. Be swift to s])eak, or silent. Queen. What I will ? I will be sure there hangs about your heart No thought that bound it once to one cut off And yet may feed it with desire to share What is my treasure and my right to have With her most undeserving; which in you Were more than Jason's falsehood was, that gave 74 BOTHWELL. To his new wife such vantage of his old As you give her of me, whose narrower heart Holds not a third part of the faith and love That my obedience bears you, though she wear Against my will such vantage in your sight, By my hard hap ; yet would I think not so. Nor liken you to such a trustless man And miserable as he was, nor myself To one so wronged a woman, and being wronged In suffering so unpitiful as she. Yet you put in me somewhat of her kind That makes me like unto her in any thing That touches you or may preserve you mine To whom alone you appertain, if that May be called mine by right appropri- ated Which should be won through faithful travail, yea, Through only loving of you as God knows I do and shall do all my days of life For i^ain or evil that can come thereof: In recompense of which, and all those ills You have been ca.se of to me, and must think That I esteem no evils for your sake. Let not this woman with her heartless tears Nor piteous passion thrust me out of door, \Vh(j should sit sole and secret in your heart. What hath she borne, or I not borne, for you, And would not bear again ? or by what gift Have I set store or spared it that might To buy your heart's love to me ? Have I found Empire, or love of friends, or pride, or ])eace. Or hijnor, or safe life, or iimocence. Too good things to put from me ; or men's wrath. Terror or shame or hatred of mine own, Or breach of friends, or kingdom's wreck, or sin. Too fearful things to embrace and make them mine With as good will and joyous height of heart As hers who takes love in her prosper- ous arms And has delight to bridegroom ? Have I not Loved all these for your sake? and those good things, Have I not all abhorred them ? Would I keep One comfort or one harbor or one hope. One ransom, one resource, one resting- place, That might divide me from your dan ger, save This head whose crown is humbled at your foot From storm that smote on yours? Would I sleep warm Out of the wind's way when your saii was set By night against the sea-breach / Would I wait As might your wife to hear of you, hov/ went The day that saw your battle, and hold off Till the cry came of fallen or conquer. ing men To bid me mourn or triumph ? Kath my heart Place for one good thought bred not of your good. Or ill thought not depending on your ill? What hath she done, that yours hath place for her. Or time or thought or pity? Both-velL What have I, That yours should fix on her untimely ? Nay, Last year she was my wife, and moved you not ; And now she is turned forth naked of that name, BOTH WELL. 275 And stripped as 'twere to clothe you, comes this heat, And fear takes fire lest she turn back, or I To thrust you forth instead • you are fair and fool Beyond all queens and women. Queen. There spake truth. For then you said, most loving. But indeed This irks me yet, this galls with doubt and fear. That even her plea to be divorced from you On some forepast adulterous charge, — which proved She wins her asking, — leaves your hand not loose By law to wed again, but your same deed Frees her from you, and fetters you from me. Then stand we shamed and profitless : meseems God's very hand can loose not us and join. Who binds and looses; though Buc- cleuch make oath * She was contracted to you first, and this No righteous marriage ; though she plight her soul As she made proffer for our hope's sake ; yea, Though you should bring a hundred loves to swear They had the firstlings of your faith, who kept No faith with any, nor will keep with me, God knows, and I, that have no war- rant yet In my lord's word here which unweds you, being Matched with your cousin in the fourth degree, And no proof published if the Church's grace Were granted for it, or sought ; no help of this. If your love give not warrant ; and therein If she hath half or I have less than all, Then have I nothing of you. — Speak to him • Bid him not break his faith, not this now mine ; Plead for me with him, father, lest he lie, And I too lose him : God shall pardon, say. What sin we do for love, or what for wrath. Or to defend us from the danger of men, But to me, — me, say, if he be forsworn, That God shall forgive it him, nor I. Archbishop. Be not too careful to confound yourself. Those bonds are broken by God's leave and law : Make no fresh bonds of your own fears, to do What harm these do no more ; he hath put her off : Rest there content. Queen. Nay, why should I then trust He shall not put off me in heart for her.? Bolhwell. Why, have your choice then, and mistrust t God's death ! I had deemed I had learnt of women's witlessness Some little learning, yet I thought no more Than that it was but light as air, snow, foam, And all things light, not lighter. I would know What men hold foolish yet that hold you wise, If not Vour fear. Queen. Doth she not love you .'' Bothioell. Ay. Queen. Hath she not cause to hate, and doth not hate. Who sues to be put from you, for your fault Craves leave to be cut off, as I crave leave To take you from her hands, her gift ? Bothwell. God knows : She may love, hate, or hate not neither love. Or both alike: I know not. Queen. But I know 2/6 BO Til WELL. That you can love not. Nay, then help me, (iod ! If I did know this, I would kill myself. \'ft to more proof I would I had put your heart, Kre I gave up to it all the might of mine — Which is but feebleness. Well, we will go ; There is no better counsel. Pardon me If my fear seem to wrangle with my faith : They are j^arts but of my love, that with itself Strives to be master of its grief and joy Lest either overbear it, and therewith Put out my life. Come : all things shall be well. Scene X. — Holyrood. Enter Herries and SiR James MEL- VILLE. Hcrries. Is the work done ? Melville. They are wedded fast ; and now I think would one of them to free her- self Oive the right hand she hath given him. Hcrrit-s. What, so soon ? Came she as loath into the council-hall. Or were her answers as compelled and strange ? Melville. I have not seen for any chance till now St) changed a woman in the face as she, Saving with extreme sickness. She was wed In her old mourning habits, and her face As deadly as were they; the soft warm ioy That laughed in its fair feature, and put heart In the eyes and gracious lips as to salute All others' eyes with sweet regardful- ncss, Looked as when winds have worn the white-rose leaf; No fire between her eyelids, and no flower In the April of her cheeks ; their spring a-cold, And but for want of very heart to weep They had been rainier than they were forlorn. ELcrries. And his new grace of Ork- ney ? Melville. The good duke Was dumb while Adam Bothwell with grave lips Set forth the scandal of his lewd life past And fair faith of his present penitence. Whose days to come being higher thar. his i)ast place Should expiate those gone by, and their good works Atone those evil : hardly twitched his eye. Or twinkled half his thick lip's curve of hair. Listening; but when the bishop made indeed Mis large hard hand with hers so flower- Tike fast. He seemed as 'twere for pride and mighty heart To swell aiul shine with passion, ami his eye To take into the fire of its red look All dangers and all atlverse things that might Rise out of days unrisen, to burn them up With its great heat of triumph ; and the hand Fastening on hers so griped it that her lips Trembled, and turned to catch the smile from his, ;\s though her spirit had put its own life off. And sense of jov or property of pain. To close with his alone; but this twin smile Was briefer than a flash or gust that strikes And is ni)t; for the next word was not said Ere her face waned again to winter ward ;\s a m(u)n smitten, and her aiir^wer came BO Til WELL. 27: As words from dead men wickedly wrung forth By craft of wizards, forged and forceful breath "Which hangs on lips that loathe it. Herries. Will you think This was not haply but for show, to wear The likeness as of one not all con- strained Nor all consenting, willingly enforced To do her will as of necessity ? 1 hat she might seem no part yet of his plot, But as compelled by counsel of those lords Who since her coming have subscribed by name The paper of advice that in his cause Declares what force of friends has Bothvvell here In Lothian and on all the border's march To keep good order, and how well it were She should for surety wed him whom she needs Must wed for honor, or perforce live shamed By violence done upon her. Melville. No : there hung Too much of fear and passion on her face To be put off when time shall be to unmask. The fire that moved her, and the mount- ing will. While danger was and battle was to be. Now she hath leapt into the pit alive To win and wear the diamond, are no more : Hope feels the wounds upon its hands and feet That clomb and clung, now halting since the hour That should have crowned has bruised it. No, 'tis truth : She is heart-struck now, and labors with herself, As one that loves, and trusts not but the man Who makes so little of men's hate may make Of women's love as little; with this doubt New-born within her, fears that slept awake, And shame's eyes open that were shut for love. To see on earth all pity hurt to death By her own hana, and no man's face her friend If his be none for whom she casts them off. And finds no strength against him in their hands. Herries. Small strength indeed, or help of craft or force, Must she now look for of them ; and shall find, I fear, no stay against men's spirits and tongues, Nor shelter in the observance of their will That she puts on, submitting her own faith To the outward face of theirs, as in this act Of marriage, and the judgment now enforced Against the allowance of the mass, albeit With a bruised heart and loathing did she bow That royal head and hand imperious once To give so much of her soul's trust away ; And little shall it stead her. Melville. So fear I : 'Tis not the warrant of an act affirmed Against the remnants of her faith, nor form Of this strange wedlock, shall renew to her Men's outworn love and service ; nay, and strife Lies closer to her than fears from out- ward : these Whose swords and souls attend on her new lord. Both now for fault of pay grown mutinous, From flat revolt they hardly have re- deemed With the queen's jewels and that Eng lish gift 2/8 BOTH WELL. Of the gold font sent hither for the prince, That served him not for christening, melted now To feed base hands with gold, and stop loud throats. Whose strength alone and clamor put such heart In Bothwell, that he swore to hang the man Who would not speak their banns at first, and now But utters them with lips that yet pro- test Of innocent blood and of adulterous bonds By force proclaimed, and fraudful ; and this Craig The townsmen love, and heed not that for craft Each day will Bothwell hear men preach, and show To them that speak all favor, and will sit A guest at burghers' boards unsum- moned; yet Men's hate more swells against him, to behold How by ihe queen he rides unbonneted, And she rebukes his too much courtesy ; So that their world witnin doors and without Swells round them doubtfully toward storm, and sees This hot-brained helmsman in his own conceit Even here in port, who drifts indeed at sea. Herries. Short time will wind this up: the secretary, Whose blood the queen would see not shed of him, l.> slipped away for Stirling, there to join With Lindsay and the lords ere this combined, I'rcnn whom I may not now divide my- self. On the child's party. Not a hand will stay Nor heart upon this side-; the llamil- tons, For their own ends that set this mar- riage on, Will for those ends with no sad hearts behold At others' hands her imminent over- throw. Melville. This was the archbishop's counsel, that annulled Last year's true marriage to procure the queen's. And even therein betray her. God mend all ! But I misdoubt me lest the sun be set That looked upon the last of her good days. Scene XL — The Same. The Queen and Bothwell; Mary Beaton and Arthur Erskine in attendance. Queen. Are you yet wroth } Bothwell. Are you yet wise ? to know If I be wroth, should less import than this Which I would fain find of you. Queen. By my life, I think I am but wise enough to know That witless I was ever. Bothzuell. Ay, but most, You mean, to wed me, that am graceless more Than witless you that wedded, in men's eyes Who justliest judge of either; yet, by God, Had I not grace enough to match with you, I must have less than in their minds I have And tongues of them that curse me. But what grief Wrings now your heart or whets your tongue, that strikes When the heart stirs not ? Queen. Nav, no grief it is To be cut off from all men's company, Watched like a thief lest he bieak ward by night, My chamber-door set round with men al-arms, My steps and looks espied on, hands and feet Fettered as 'twere with glances of strange eyes BOTHWELL. 279 That guard me lest I stray ; my ways, my words, My very sleep, their subject. Both-well. You were wont To walk more free ; I wot you have seen fair days When you lived large i' the sun, and had sweet tongues To sing with yours, and haply lips and eyes To make song sweeter than the lute may : now 'Tis hard that you sit here my woful wife. Who use you thus despitefully, that yet Was never queen so mated with a groom And so mishandled : have you said so ? Queen. I ? Bothwell. Who hath put these words else in men's mouths, that prate How you lie fast in prison ? I did know A woman's tongue keen as her faith was light. But faith so like the wind spake never yet With tongue so like a sword's point. Queen. No, my lord ? Tis well that I should hear so first of you. Who best may know the truth of your worst word. Bothwell. Is it no truth that men so speak, and you. By speech or silence or by change of face. By piteous eyes or angry, give them cause To babble of your bonds ? What grace you show Toward others is as doubt and hate of me In these our enemies' sight, who see it, and swear You are kept in ward here of my will, and made. Out of no trust or love but force and fear. Thrall to my hand. Why, being but two days wed. Must there be cause between us of dis- pute For such a thing as this man, in whose name I am crossed and slighted of your wan- ton will } Queen. If he be worth no mor« than you conceive. What grace I do him can hurt you.-* Bothwell. I conceive ! Why, what worth is he with you, that I should Conceive the least thought of him ? Were I hurt. Assure yourself it would be to his death : Lay that much to your heart. Queen. My heart is killed. I have not where to lay it. Bothwell. Pray you, no tears. I have seen you weep when dead men were alive, That for your eye-drops wept their hearts' blood out : So will not 1. You have done me fool ish wrong. And haply cast your fame for food to hounds Whose teeth will strip it hour by hour more bare Whereon they have gnawed before. Queen. What have I done ? Speak. Bothtuell. Nay, I will, because you know not. Hark : You are even too simple and harmless ; being man's wife. Not now the first time, you should buy more wit Though with less innocence ; you have given a gift, Out of your maiden singleness of soul And eye most witless of misconstruing eyes, Where you should not: this is strange truth to you. But truth, God help us! that man's horse who was Your husband, and whose chattels, place, and name Lie in my hold I think now lawfully. Whence none is like to wring them, have you given Out of my hand to one of whom fame saith 28o BOTH WELL. That by the witness of a north-land witch lie when I die must wed you, and mv life Shall last not half a year ; for in your bed Must lie two husbands after me, and you Shall in your fifth lord's lifetime die by fire. Now, being but third and least in worth of these, I would not have you die so red a death. Hut keep you from all fresh or fiercer heat Than of my lips and arms ; for which things' sake I am not blithe, so please you, to behold How straight this lay lord abbot of Arbroath Sits in your husband's saddle. Pardon me That with my jealous knowledge I con- found Your virginal sweet ignorance of men's minds, 111 thoughts and tongues unmannerly, that strike At the pure heart which dreams not on such harm : It is my love and care of your life's peace Makes me thus venturous to wage words with you, And put such troublous things in your fair mind, Whereof Ood wot you knew not; and to end. Take this much of me : live what life you mav, Or die what death, while I have part in you, None shall have part with me ; nor touch nor word. Nor eye nor hand, nor writing, nor one 'thought, The lightest that may hang ui^on a look, Shall man get of you that I know not of. And answer not upon him. He you sure I am not of such fool's mould cast in tlesh As royal-blooded husbands; being no king. Nor kin of kings, but one that keep unarmed My head but with my hand, and have no wit To twitch you strings, and match you rhyme for rhyme, And turn and twitter on a tripping tongue. But so much wit to make my word and sword Keep time and rhyme together, say and slay. Set this down in such record as you list, But keep it surer than you keep your mind If that be changing ; for bv heaven and hell I swear to keep the word I give you fast As faith can hold it, that who thwarts me here, Or comes across my will's way in my wife's, Dies as a dog dies, doomless. Now, your pleasure : I prate no more. Qnct'it. Shall I be handled thus? Bot/nvc-ll. You have too much been handled otherwise : Now will I keep you from men's hands in mine, Or lack the use of these. Queen. What, to strike me.? You shall not need : give me a knife to strike. That I may let my life out in his eye, Or I will (irown myself. Bot/ncell. Why, choose again: I cross you not. Queeii. Clive me a knife, I say. Arthur Erskifie. Make not our hearts bleed, madam, as they burn To hear what we hear silent. Both-vell. Comfort her : You were her chamber-knight on David's day. Arthur Erskine. My lord, the rev- erence that the' cpieen's sight bears, And awe toward he*-, make me thu.- slow to set noTinvr.LL. 281 My hand to do what work my heart bids ; else I would not doubt to stand before your grace, And make such answer as her servant may. Queen. Forbear him, Arthur : nay, and me ; 'tis I ; )n whom all strokes first fall and sorest smite, Who most of all am shieldless, without stay, And look' for no man's comfort. — Pray you, sir, If it be in your will that I cast off This heavy life to lighten your life's load That now with mine is laden, let me die More queenlike than this dog's death you denounce Agains'^t the man that falls into your hate; Though not for love, yet shame, be- cause I was A queen that loved you : else you should not seem So royal in her sight whose eyes you serve. Nor she when I am dead with such high heart Behold you, nor with such glad lips commend As conqueror of me slain for her love's sake And servant of her living in your love. Let me die therefore queenlike, and your sword Strike where your tongue hath struck ; though not so deep, It shall suffice to cleave my heart and end. Bothwell. Hear you, my queen : if we twain be one flesh, I will not have this daintier part of it Turn any timeless hand against itself To hurt me, nor this fire which is your tongue Shoot any flame on me r no fuel am I To burn and feed you ; not a spark you shed Shall kindle me to ruin, but with my foot Rather will I tread out the light that was A firebrand for the death of many a man To light the pile whereon they burnt alive. What! have I taken it in my hand to scorch And not to light me } or hath it set fire To so few lives already, that who bears Needs not to watch it warily and wake When the night falls about him .'' Nay, the man Were twice the fool that these your dead men were. Who seeing as I have seen and in his hand Holding the fire I carry through the dark To be the beacon of my travelling days, And shine upon them ended, should not walk With feet and eyes both heedful at what hour. By what light's leading, on what ground he goes, And toward what end. Be therefore you content To keep your flame's heat for your ene- mies' bale. And for your friend that large and lib- eral light That gave itself too freely, shot too far, Till it was closed as in a lantern up To make my path plain to me ; which once lost, The light goes out forever. Queen. Yea, I know ; My life can be but light now to your life. And of no service else ; or, if none there. Even as you say, must needs be quenched; and would The wind that now beats on it and the sea Had quenched it ere your breath, aM(f I gone out WHth no man's blood behind me I Bothiuell. Come, be wise : Our sun is not yet sunken. 282 BOTH WELL. Queen. No, not yet : The sky must even wax redder than it is When that shall sink; darkness and smoke of hell, Clouds that rain blood, and blast of winds that wreck, Shall be about it setting. Bothwell. What ! your heart Fails you now first that shrank not when a man's .♦light well at need have failed him ? Queen. Ay, and no ; It is the heart that fired me, fails my heart ; And as that bows beneath it, so doth mine Bend, and will break so surely. Bothwell. Nay, not mine : There is not weight yet on our adverse part. Fear not, to bend it. Queen. Yet it fails me now. I have leant too much my whole life's weight on it With all my soul's strength, and be- neath the fraught I hear it split and sunder. Let me rest : I would fain sleep a space now. Who goes there .'* Mary Beaton. A suitor to behold your majesty. Queen. I will not see him. Who should make suit to me .'' Who moves yet in this world so miser- able That I can comfort ? or what hand so weak It should be now my suppliant, or up- lift In prayer ff)r help's sake to lay hold on mine ? What am I to give aid or alms, who have Nor alms nor aid at hand of them to whom I gave not some but all part of myself.^ I will not see him. Mary Beaton. It is a woman. Queen. Ay ? liut yet I think no queen ; and cannot be But therefore happier and more strong than I. Yet I will see what woman's face for grief Comes to seek help at mine; if she be mad. Me may she teach to lose my wits and woes, And live more enviable than ye that yet Have wit to know me wretched. Enter Jane Gordon. Who is this.' Are you my suitor ? Ja7ie Gordon. I am she that was Countess of Bothwell : now my name again Is that my father gave me. Queen. Ay, no more ; You are daughter yet and sister to great earls. And bear that honor blameless; be it enough ; And tell me wherefore by that name you come. And with what suit, before me. Jane Gordon. Even but this : _ To look once on you, and to bid fare- well, Ere I fare forth from sight. Queen. Farewell ; and yet I know not who should in this world fare well. Is the word said ? Jane Gordon. A little leave at last I pray you give me : that I seek it not For love or envy toward my sometime lord. Or heart toward you disloyal now my queen, Let me not plead uncredited. I came Surely with no good hope to no glad end. But with no thought so vile of will as this, To thrust between your hearts the care of me. Claim right or challenge pity, melt or fret Your eves with forced compassion : 1 did think To have kissed your hand, and some thing said for sign BOTHWELL. 283 I had come not of weak heart or evil vill, 15ut in good faith, to see how strong in love They stand whose joy makes joyless all my life, Whose loving leaves it loveless, and their wealth Feeds full upon my famine. Be not wroth : I speak net to rebuke you of my want, (Jr of my loss reprove you, that you take My crown of love to gild your crown of gold; I know what right you have, and take no shame To sit for your sake humbled, who being born A poor mean woman would not less have been l)y God's grace royal, and by visible seal A natural queen of women ; but being crowned \o\x make the throne imperial, and your hand Puts power into the sceptre ; yea, this head Of its gold circlet takes not majesty. But gives it of its own ; this may men see, And I deny not ; nor is this but just, That I, who have no such honor born or given, Should have not either, if it please you not, Tnat which I thought I had ; the name I wore, The hand scarce yet a year since laid in mine, The eye that burned on mine as on a wife's, The lip that swore me faith, the heart that held No thought or throb wherein I had no part, Or heaved but with a traitor's breath, and beat With pulse but of a liar. Bothwell. Ay, swore I so ? Why, this was truth last year then. Queen. Truth, my lord ? What does the fire of such a word as this Between such lips but burn them, as mine ears Burn that must hear by your device and hers With what strange flatteries on her prompted lij^s This dame unwedded lifts her hand unringed To abash me with its show of faith, and make Your wife ashamed at sight of such a love As yet she bears you that is not your wife ? Bothwell. What devil should prick me to such empty proof And pride unprofitable.'' I pray you think I am no such boy to boast of such a spoil As chamberers make their brag of. Let her speak. And part not as unfriends. Queen. Madam, and you That thus renumber and resound his vows. To what good end I know not, in our ear, — What would you have of him whom your own will Rose up to plead against as false, to break His bonds that irked you, and unspeak the word That held you hand in hand } Did you not pray To be set free from bondage, and now turn To question with the hand that you put off If it did well to loose you ? Jane Gordon. Truly, no ; Nor will I question with your grace in this. Whether by mine own will and uncom- pelled I only would have put that hand away That I will say would yet have held mine fast But for my frowardness and rancorous mind; 284 BOTH WELL. Let all 'his even be so; as he shall sav Who will say naught but with your ciueenly will, Why, so will' I. Yet ere I am gone, my lord, — Oh, not my lord, but hers whose thrall am I, — My sometime friend and yet not enemy, If this thing not offend you, that I crave So much breath of you as may do me right, I pray you witness for me how far forth And 'fo'r what love's sake I took part with you. Or gave consent to our devised divorce, And if this were for hate ; for you should know How much of old time I have hated you, How bitter made my heart, what jeal- ous edge Set on mine envy toward you : spare not then To say if out of cold or cankered heart I sought, or yielded shamefully for spite, To be divided from you. Nay, forbear ; Speak not, nor frown on me ; you can- not say 1 was your loveless or disloyal wife. Or in my void bed on disconsolate nights Sought comfort but of tears : nor that I held Mine honor hurt of that which bruised mv heart, And grudged to help you to mine own most wrong, And lend you mine own hand to smite myself, And make you by mine own mouth (piit of me. This that I did, and wherefore I did this. And if for love's or hate's sake, verily You shall not say you know not, and the (|ueen Shall blame me not to put you yet in mind, Kor think it much that I make record licrc Of this that was between us : wherefore now I take no shame at this my leave-taking To part as one that has not erred herein. To love too little; this shall not be said When one bethinks him such a woman was. That with poor spirit or with contracted heart I gave myself to love you, or was found Too mean of mind or sparing of my soul To cast for love the crown of love away. And when vou bade refuse you for mv lord,' Whom, had you bidden, with my whole heart's blood I had thought not much to purchase for my love : But seeing nor blood nor all my body's tears Might buy you back to love me, I was fain That vou should take them and mv verv ' life To buy new love and life with. Sir, and now Ere we twain part — Queen. What! are ye parted not ? Between his lover and my lord I stand, And see them weep and wrangle ere they part, And hold my peace for pity! Jane Gordon. God shall judge If with jHire heart and patience, or with soul That burns and pines, I would have said farewell : I crave but this much of your grace and God's, — Make me at last not angry. Queen. Have you held No counsel or communion with my loril Since — I am shamed that take upon my lips Such inc'iuisition. If you have aught yet, speak ; I bid not nor forbid you. jfane Gordon. Naught but this, — To unpledge my faith, unplight my love, and so BOTH WELL. 2S5 Set on his hand the seal by touch of mine That sunders us. Queen. You shall not take his hand. Jane Gordon. I think not ever then to touch it more, Nor now desire, who have seen with eyes more sad \Iore than I thought with sorrowing eyes to see When I came hither : so this long last time tarewell, my lord; and you, his queen, farewell. [Exit. Qiceen. Hath she made end ? While I have part in you, None shall have part %vith me ; was this my lord. Was this not you that said so? Botlnvell. Come, enough : 1 am bound not to be baited of your tongues. Queen. Bid her come back. Bot/noell. What! are you foolish? think You twain shall look in cither's eyes no more. Queen. Why should I look in yours to find her there ? For there she sits as m a mirror shown l>y the love's light enkindled from your heart. That flashed but on me like a fen-fire lit To lure me to my grave's edge, whence I fall Deep as the pit of hell ; but yet for shame Deny not her to me as me to her, Me that have known this ever, but lacked heart To put the thing to use I knew; and now For both our sakes who have loved you, play not false But with one love at once; take up your love And wear it as a garland in men's sight. For it becomes you : if you love me not. You have lied by this enough; speak truth, shake hands. Loose hearts, and leave me. Bothwell. Vex not me too long, Vexing your own heart thus with vanity; Take up your wisdom that you have at will. And wear it as a sword in danger's sight That now looks hard upon us. Mine you are. Love iiie or love not, trust me not or trust. As vours am I ; and even as T in you. Have faith in me, no less nor further: then We shall have trust enough on either part To build a wall about us at whose foot That sea of iron swayed by winds of war Shall break in foam like blood; and hurled once back. The hearts and swords of all our enemies fallen Lie where they fell forever. Know but this. And care not what is unknown else : we twain Have wrought not out this fortune that we have, Nor made us way to such an hour and power, To let men take and break it, while as fools We kiss and brawl and cry and kiss again, And wot not when they smite. For these next days. We will behold the triumph held at Leith And pageant of a sea-fight as set forth With open face and spirit of joyous- ness. To fix this faith in all men's eyes and minds. That while life lives we stand indis- soluble : Then shall you send out for your child again Forth of Lord Mar's good keeping, that your heart May here have comfort in his present sight ; 86 BOTI/IVELL. So shall all these who make his name their sword Lie wcajionless within our hand and hold, Who are drawn in one against us, or prepare, While we delay, for Stirling; where by this, I am certified on faith of trusty men, Argyle is met with Morton, our good friends That served us for their turn, with some that helped To make our match and some that would have marred. Once several-souled, now in their envies one, A.S Lindsay, Athol, Ilcrries; and to these Maitland is fled, your friend that must not bleed, Vour counsellor is stolen away and lives To whet his wit against you; but my- self, When we have shown us to the people, and seen What eye they turn upon our marriage feast. Will ride to Melrose, and raise up from sleep Their hardy hearts whom now mine unfriends there Hold in subjection ; Herries nor Lord Ihunc Nor ^L-lxwcll shall have power to tie them up When I shall bid them forth, and all the march Shall rise beneath us as with swell o' the sea And wash of thickening waters when the wind Makes the sea's heart leap with such nii^ht of joy As hurls its waves together ; there shall we Ride on their backs as warriors, and our ship Dance high toward harbor. Put but on the spirit Vou had in all times that beset your peace, Since you came home, with danger; in those wars That made the first years clamorous of your reign. And in this past and perilous year of ours Where you lacked never heart. Be seen again The royal thing men saw you ; these your friends Shall look more friendly on our wedded faith Seeing no more discord of our days to be. And our bold borderers with one heart on fire Burn in your warlike safeguard, once to strike And end all enemies' quarrel. When we part. At Borthwick Castle shall you look for me, Where I will gather friends more fain of fight Than all our foes may muster. Queen. Sir, so be it ; But now my heart is lower than once it was. And will not sit, I think, again so high, Though my days turn more prosperous than I deem. But let that be. — Come, friends, and look not sad Though I look sadder; make what cheer wc may, For festival or fight, or shine or shower, I will not fail you yet. God give me heart, That never so much lacked it ! yea, he shall. Or I will make it out of mine own fears. And with my feebleness increase my force, And build my hope the higher that joy lies low Till all be lost and won. — Lead you, my lord. And fear not l)ut I follow : I have wept When I should laugh, and laughed when I should weep. And now live humbler than I thought to be ; BOTH WELL. 287 I ask not of your love, but of mine own I have yet left to give. Come, we will see These pageants or these enemies; my heart Shall look alike on either. Be not wroth ; I will be merry while I li^e, and die When I have leave. My spirit is sick : would God We were now met at Borthwick, with men's spears And noise of friends about us; friend or foe, I care not whether; here I am sore at heart, As one that cannot wholly wake nor sleep Till death receive or life reprieve me. Come ; We should be glad now : let the world take note We are glad in spite and sight of enmi- ties That are but worth the hour they take to quell. Scene XIL — Stirling Castle. Maitland and Lindsay. Lindsay. Is there such breach be- tween them ? why, men said, When they would ride through Edin- burgh, and he Bareheaded at her bridle, she would take By force and thrust his cap upon hie head With loving might and laughing; and at Leith They saw the false fight on the waters join. And mid-May pageants that shone down the sun. As with glad eyes of lovers newly wed Whose hearts were of the revel ; and so soon Are hearts and eyes divided ? Maitland. Not an hour May she draw breath but in his eye, nor see But whom he shall give entrance ; in her sight lie thought to have slain me, but she came between. And set for shield her bosom to his sword In her own chamber : so each day and night By violent act or viler word than deed He turns her eyes to water-springs of tears, Who leaves not yet to love him ; such strong hold By flesh or spirit or either made one fire Hath such men's love on women made as she. For no foul speech, I think, nor strokes nor shame Would she go from him, but to keep him fast Would burn the world with fire; and no force less Shall burn their bonds in sunder. Lindsay. We will bring And kindle it in their sight. They are southward fled To meet at Borthwick : thither we de- sign, To raise the Merse with Hume, and with Lord Mar And with the Douglas' following bind them round, And take them in one snare, whence one of these Shall creep not forth with life or limb that feels No hound's fang fasten on it; and his mate Shall see their feet smoke with his slaughtered blood. Scene XIII. — Borthwick Castle. The Queen and Bothwell; Mary Beaton in attendance. Queen. You should be hence again; since you came in From Melrose with no levies at youi back, We have heard no news of friends, an(i hear but now That we are ringed with Morton's foU about ; How shall he not have laid unhapp] hand 288 BOTJIWI.LL. Upon your messenger that bare our word Of summons to the archbishop and your friend lialfou'r to be with Huntley at our side? Botlnvell. Ay, he is trapped that bore my letters hence, I doubt not; none have feet to run aright, Eves to see true, hands to bring help, but they That move them to our ruin. This HaUour, Whom I laid trust on since our fiery night As on a true man bound of force to me. Has fallen in conference and device of plots, I hear, with that lean limb of policy That loves me not, James Melville, by whose mouth Being warned I meant to take out of his hand The castle-keys of Edinburgh, and give To one my closer kinsman for more trust'. He has made him friends of ancient foes, and seeks, l)y no less service than pursuit of them Who slew the king your husband, to deserve Their favor who are risen of honest heart iJut to chastise these slayers, of whom (iod wot Themselves were none, nor he that hunts with them Upon the trail of treason. Oh, your lords Arc worthy friends and enemies, and their tongues As trusty as their hands are innocent, When thev see time to turn. Qiu-tn. 1 woultl their lives Lay all between my lips, and with one breath r n)ight cut all theirs off! nor tongue nor hand Should rise ui them against us, to deny Their work disclaimed when done. What slaves are these Thiit make their hands red with men's secret blood, And with their tongues would lick them white, and wash The sanguine grain out with false froth of words From lying lips that kissed the dead to death. And now cry vengeance for him .'' But, my lord. Make you haste hence to-night ere ihey be here That if we tarry will beset us; I Should hang but as a fetter on your foot, Which should pass free forth to Dun- bar, and raise With sound even of its tread and for- ward speed The force of all the border. Bothwell. Where I go. There shall you not be far to find : to- night ' I will sleep here. Qut'i'fi. God give you rest and strength, To make that heart which is the lord of mine Fresh as the spirit of sunrise ! for last night Vou slept not well. BothiviU. No ; I had dreams, that am No natural dreamer; I will sleep apart, With Cranston's son to lie at hand, or wait If I lack service. Qjurii. Nay, let me be there : I will not weary you with speech, nor break Vour sleej) with servile and otihcious watch. But sit and keep it as a jewel is kept That is more dear than eyesight to its lord. Or as mine eyes can keep not now theii own, Now slumber sits far from them. Let me wake. Botiiwcll. No, not with me. Qii<-cn. What, lest I trouble you .!* Should my being there put dreams in you again, To cross your sleep with me.'' Bothwcll. Belike it might. BO Til WELL. 2S9 Queen. Nay, I was no part of your dreams, I think ; \'ou dream not on me waking nor asleep, Iiut if you dream on no face else nor mine, I will be yet content. Bothivell. Well, so it was, I dreamt at once of either ; yet I know not Why I should tell my dream. Your lord that was, They say, would prattle of his fears by night And faces of false peril ; I was never So loath by day to face what fear I might As to be sick in darkness; but this dream I would not see again. Yet was it naught ; I seemed to stand between two gulfs of sea On a dark strait of rock, and at my foot The ship that bore me broken ; and there came Out of the waves' breach crying of broken men And sound of splintering planks, and all the hull Shattered and strewn in pieces; and my head Was as my feet and hands, bare, and the storm Blew hard with all its heart upon me ; then Came you, a face with weeping eyes, and hair Half glimmering with a broken crown that shone Red as of molten iron ; but your limbs Were swathed about and shrouded out of sight. Or shown but as things shapeless that the bier Shows ready for the grave ; only the head Floated, with eyes fast on me, and be- neath A. bloodlike thread dividing the bare throat As with a needle's breadth, but all be- low ' Was mufl-Jed as with cerecloths ; and the eyes Wept ; then came one we wot of, clad in black. And smiling, and laid hands on me more cold Than is a snake's kiss or the grave's. and thrust Between that severed head, weeping and crowned. That mourned upon me, and mine eyes that watched, Her own strange head wrapped widow- like and wan In habit of one sorrowing, but with lips That laughed to kiss me ; and there- with at once Your face as water flowed out of my sight, And on mine own I felt as drops of blood Falling, but if your tears they were, or hers, Or cither's blood, I knew not; on mine eyes The great dead night shut doorwise like a wall, And in mine ears there sprang a noise of chains, And teeth ground hard of prison-grates that jarred And split as 'twere with sound my heart, which was As ice that cleaves in sunder : for there came Through that black breathless air an iron note Of locks that shut and sounded, and being dumb There left me quick entombed in stone. and hid Too deep for the day's eyeshot ; then I woke With the sea's roaring and the wind's by night Fresh in my sense, and on my travail- ing heart A weight of walls and floors and upper earth That held me down below the breach o' the sea Where its tide's wash kept witness overhead 2C)0 BOTHIVELL. How went the scornful days and nights above, Where men forgot me, and the living sun As a dead dog passed over. Queen. What, alone? She went not with you living under- ground To sit in chains and hear the sea break ? Nay, She would not cast you off. This was your love, — Your love of her and need of her sweet sight. That brought her so upon your sleep, and made Your sense so fearful of all things but this. And all else heard and seen so terrible But her face only : she should comfort you, Whom I should bring to wreck; why, so she said. Saying how she had loved you whom I loved not ; yea, Her eyes were sad, she said, that saw forsooth So little love between us: this sweet word. This word of hers at parting, this it was Of which your dream was fashioned, to give sign How firm she sits and fast yet in your heart. Where 1 was never. Bothtijell. Well, how be it soe'er, I would not drean» again this dead dream out For less than kingly waking : so good night. For I will sleep alone. Queen. No, with my heart. That lies down with you though it sleeps not. (io. And dream of no less loving prayer than mine That calls on God for sleep to comfort you, And keep your heart from sense of aught more hard Thau her great love who made it. yExit lioTHWKLL. 'Tis a night That puts our France into my mind: even here By those warm stars a man might call it June, Were such nights many; their same flower-bright eyes Look not more fair on Paris, that mine own Again shall hardly look on. Is it not strange That in this gray land and these griev- ous hours I should so find my spirit and soul transformed And fallen in love with pain, my heart that was Changed and made humble to his love- less words And force as of a master.'' By my faith, That was till now fixed never, and made as fire To stand a sunlike star in love's live heaven, — A heaven found one in hue and heat with hell, — I had rather be mis-handled as I am Of this first man that ever bound me fast. Than worshipped through the world with breaking hearts That gave their blood for worship. I am glad He sometime should misuse me ; else I think I had not known if I could love or no. If you could love man with my heart as now. You would not mock nor marvel. .\fary Beaton. No, not then. Queen. It is not in your heart : there lies not power In you to be for evil end or good The strange thing that is I. Mary Beaton. There does not, no, Nor can lie ever : could I love at all, It were but as mean women, meanly so I do the best to love not. Queen. Hark! what noise ? Look forth and see. BOTH WELL. 291 Mary Beaton. A sound of men and steeds ; The ring is round us ; hark, the cry of Hume, There Lindsay, and there Marl Queen. Call up my lord : I will not go to vex him ; but do you Haste and awake them. {Exit Mary Beaton. Be it not in mine eyes That he first sees death risen upon his sleep, If we must die ; being started out of rest. If he should curse me, were my heart not slain With the opening of his eyes in wrath on mine .'' Re-enter Mary Beaton. Mary Beaton. My lord is raised and fled ; but in the press The lord of Cranston's son that slept with him Is fallen by flight into the enemy's hands. Who cry out for him yet as hounds that quest, And roar as on their quarry. Queen. Fled, and safe } Mary Beaton. Ay, past their hands' reach that had rent him else ; Be sure he is forth, and free, or you should hear More triumph in these cries. Queen. God, thou art good I Fling wide the window : I will know of them If they be come to slay me. — What, my lords ! Are all these men of mine that throng by night To make such show of service, and present Strange offices of duty ? Where are ye That are chief ushers to their turbulent love Who come thus riotously to proffer it ? Which is first here 1 a bold man should he be That takes unbidden on him such desert — Let me not say, a traitor. Lindsay {without). Where is he, The traitor that we seek."* for here is none But in your bosom. Queen. Here then ends your search, For here am I ; and traitors near enough I see to pierce the bosom that they seek. Where never shall be treason till its blood Be spilt by hands of traitors that till now Durst never rise so near it. Lindsay. Give him forth, Or we will have these walls down. Queen. What, with words .'' Is there such blast of trumpets in your breath As shook the towers down of the foes of God At the seventh sounding } yet we stand and laugh That hear such brave breath blown and stormlike speech Fly round our ears: is it because your war, My lords, is waged with women, that ye make Such woman's war on us ? Mar {without). Madam, we come To take you from his hand that is your shame, And on his shameful head revenge that blood Which was shed guiltless ; hither was he fled, We know, into your shelter : yield him up. Ere yet worse come than what hath worst come yet Queen. There is none here to die by you but I, And none to mock you dying. Take all your swords; It is a woman that they came to slay, And that contemns them : go not back for fear ; Pluck up your hearts ; one valiant stroke or twain. And ye are perfect of your work, and I Forever quit of treason ; and I swear, By God's and by his mother's name and mine, 292 BOTinVELL. Kxcept ye slay me presently, to have Such vengeance of you and my traitors all As the hnul world shall ring with; so to-night I>e counselled, and prevent me, that am here Yet in your hands ; if ye dare slay me not, Ve are dead now here already in my doom : Take heart, and live to mock it. Mar. He is fled. Here boots us not to tarry, nor change words With her that hath such vantage as to know We have missed our prize and purpose here, which was To take the traitor that is fled, and bring Whither we now ride foiled, to Edin- burgh, Thence to return upon them. Lindsay. Hear yet once : /ou, madam, till our day be set of doom. Look to the adulterer's head that hence is flown, Whose shame should now stand redder in your face Than blushes on his hand your hus- band's blood, \nd cleave more fast ; for that dead lord's revenge sVill we make proclamation, and raise up The streets and stones for vengeance of your town That sits yet sullied with bloodguilti- ness Till judgment make it clean; whose walls to-night Myself, for fault of better, ere I sleep Will scale though gates be fastened, and therein liring back and stablish justice that shall be A memory to the world and unborn men Of murder anfl adultery. Queen. CJood my lord, Wc thank you for the care you have and pains To speak before you smite; and that so long The deed can follow not on the swift word For lack of spirit and breath to mate with it ; So that they know who hear your threat betimes What fear it bears and danger, and for fear Take counsel to forestall it. Make good speed ; For if your steed be shod but with fleet speech. Ere you shall stride the wall of our good town Its foot may trip upon a traitor's grave. Mary Beaton. They ride fast yet: hear you their starting cry ? Queen. For each vile word and ven- omous breath of theirs, I will desire at my lord's hand a head When he shall bring them bound before my foot. If thou hast counsel in thee, serve me now : I must be forth, and masked in such close wise As may convey me secret to his side Whence till our wars be done I will not part Nor then in peace forever : in this shape I should ride liable to all eyes and hands That might waylay me flying; but I will play As in a masque for pastime, and put on A horseboy's habit, or some meaner man's That wears but servant's steel upon his thigh And on his sleeve the badge but of a groom. And so pass noteless through toward Haddington, Whither my lord had mind to flee at need. And there exjiect me. Come : the night wears out ; The shifting wind is shari)cr than U was, BOTHWELL. 293 And the stars falter. Help me to put off I'his outward coil of woman ; my heart beats Fast as for fear a coward's might beat, for joy That spurs it forth by night on warriors' ways, And stings it with sharp hope to find his face That shall look loving on me, and with smiles Mock the false form and cheer the con- stant heart That for his love's sake would be man's indeed. ACT IV. — JOHN KNOX. Time : June 15 ami 16, 1567. Scene \. — Carberry Hill. 77/d' Queen, Bothwell, ()k for news by him wluit hearts they bear, What iHJwer, and what intent; he hath la'en on him To stand between our parts as mediator And bear the burden of our doubtful peace ; We must fight mouth to mouth ere hand to hand, But the clean steel must end it. Queen. Now would God I had but one day's manhood, and might stand As king in arms against this battle's breach A twelve-hours' soldier, and my life to come Be bounded as a woman's ! all those days That must die darkling should not yet put out The fiery memory and the light of joy That out of this liad lightened, and its heat Should burn in them for witness left behind On those piled ashes of my latter life. God, for one good hour of man, and then Sleep or a crown forever ! Bothwell. By God's light, The man that' had no joy to strike for you Were such a worm as God yet never made For men to tread on. Kiss me : by your eyes And fiery li})s that make my heart's blood hot, 1 swear to take this signet of your kiss As far into the fight as man may bear. And strike as two men in mine arm and stroke Struck with one sense and spirit. Queen. If I might change But this day with you in your stead to strike, And you look on me fighting, as for me Vou have fought ere this last heat so many a prize, Or for your own hand ere your own was mine, I would pray God for naught again alive. But since my heart can strike net in mn hand. BOTH WELL. 295 Fight you for me ; put on my heart to yours, And let the might of both enforce your arm With more than its own manhood and that strength Which is your natural glory. Bothwell. Sweet, I think. When we have rid through this day's wrath, if God Shall give us peace and kingdom and long life. And make them fruitful to us, we shall bring forth A brood of kings as lions. Now in brief If this shall be, or shall not, may we know ; For look where yonder, facing to the sun Comes up to us-ward from the under field One with a flag of message ; in mine eye It is the Frenchman. Queen. I will meet him here; Here will I sit upon this rock for throne. And give such audience as my fortune may, — Either the last that shall salute me queen. Or first of my new reign, that from this day Shall fearfully begin for them whose fear Till now has held me shackled, and my will Confined of theirs unqueenly. Bothwell. I meantime Will see our line in order; for this truce Must hold not long ; I would our hosts should meet Before the heat strikes of the middle day, And this June sun drop on our soldiers' heads Or shoot their eyes out. lExit. Queen. If God give us peace ! Vet, though he give and we twain sec good days, I would not lose for many fortunate years. And empire ringed with smooth secu- rity. The sharp and dangerous draught of this delight That out of chance and peril and keen fear Springs as the wine out of the trampled grape To make this hour sweet to my lips, and bid My dancing heart be like a wave in the sun When the sea sways between the sun and wind As my sense now between the fears and hopes That die to-day forever. Oh ! this doubt That is not helpless, but has armor on And hands to fight with, has more joy withal. And puts more spirit into the flesh of life. More heart into the blood, and light in the eyes. Than the utter hour of triumph, and the fight More than the prize is worth man's prizing; yea. For when all's won, all's done, and naught to do Is as a chain on him that with void hands Sits pleasureless and painless. I had rather Have looked on Actium with Mark Antony Than bound him fast on Cydnus. O my hour! Be good to me, as even for the doubt's sake More than safe life I love thee ; yet would choose Not now to know, though I might see the end. If thou wilt be good to me ; do thy work. Have thine own end ; and, be thou bad or good, Thou shalt nor smite nor crown a queen in heart Found lesser than her fortune. 2g6 BOTH WELL. Enter Du Croc. Now, my lord, What is their will who by such sove- reign show Should be my lords indeed? if you that came 'Twixt crown and crown ambassador pass now Between our camps on message : but this day Shall leave in Scotland but one sove- reignty To see that sun sink. Du Croc. Madam, from the lords I come on errand but for love and fear That move me toward your highness; on whose part I reasoning with them of their faith to you. And bond wherein their loyalties should live, Bv counsel of the Laird of Lethington, Was charged to bear you from them present word For what they stand against your sight in arms, And will not but by force of yours dissolve Till it be granted. Qiieen. Speak, my lord : I know Your heart is whole and noble as their faith Is flawed and rotten ; no disloyal word Shall make your tongue disloyal in mine ear, Speaking for them. Du Croc. This is their whole de- mand : That from the bloody hand which holds your own You pluck it forth, and cast him from your sight To judgment, who now stands through you secure. And makes his weapon of your wounded name. And of your shame his armor; and to him They offer fight with cqtial hand to hand. Of noble seconds in what sum he will To match in blood and number with his own. If so he list to meet their chosen oi men In personal battle, backed with less or more Or singly sworded; but this much they swear, — They had rather make their beds in the earth alive Than yet sit still and let this evil be. And on your own part I beseech your grace. Set not your heart against the hearts of these, Lest it be broken of them, but betimes Call yet to mind what grief and shame will be Among your friends in France and all our part To see you so with this man's hap in- wound That in his fall you cast yourself away, And hand in hand run on with him ta death. Queen. They are all forsworn that seek his death : all they With these blown tongues now quest- ing for his blood By judgment set him free as inno- cence, And now take back the doom they gave, and turn On their own heads the lie : devise such shame As lewd folk loathe, to gird themselves withal. And wear it for a jewel ; seek and set The name of liar upon them like a crown, And bind about them as a coat and cloak Plain treason and ungilded infamy. Bare as a beggar ; let them sue for grace, Kneel here and ask mc favor ; save as thus I treat not with them. Say how I sit here. In this mean raiment, on this naked stone, Their queen to judge them, and with heart to weigh Their fault against my mercy; whid yet once, BOTH WELL. 297 Though hardly their submission may deserve, Say, haply they may find. Re-enter Bothwell. Botfnvell. Good diy, my lord. You look far off upon me ; by your brow And strange-eyed salutation I may read The burden of your this day's embassy. Is it but I whom all these ranked m arms Are come against to battle ? Dh Croc. Ay, my lord: No hand is raised there dangerous to the queen. Nor thought of heart not loyal. Bot/nvell. Why to me ? What hurt have' I done to them? none of these But would be gladly in my place, who had The heart to seek it; 'tis the braver man That ever fortune follows : what I hold I have won not basely, but from forth her hand Have ta'en it manlike, and with spirit as good Have girt me to maintain it. For my part, I seek no bloodshed, but in single field Will meet with whom their lot shall fall upon That shall be found fair champion on their part To bear the general o'larrel ; and to this My state and present name shall be no bar, But the queen's consort as her man shall fight In any good cause simply with God's help With any sword that shames not mine to meet. Queen. It is my cause : me must they strike, or none ; Myself am all the quarrel ; let them yield, Or give me battle. Bothwell. Then, no need of words : Let but your excellency stand here bv. And see the show as once that envoy bound 'Twixt Hannibal and Scipio; by God's grace This too shall be worth sight and good report If he not fail us. Du Croc. Madam, with rent heart Must I take leave, then, of you. Queen. Sir, farewell. I pray you, say not that you saw me weep : These tears are not to turn the sword's edge soft. Nor made of fear nor pity; but my heart Holds no more rule on my rebellious eyes Than truth on those my traitors ; yet I trust Again to bring both under. [Exit Du Croc. Bothivell. We must tight ; Yet had I rather take it on mine hand Than dare the general field. Queen. No, for God's love. Bothwell. God hath not so much love of us to serve; Nor would I wager on his head to- day That he shall fight upon our side Look there ! They are at point to cross ; even now you see The first glint on them stirring of ths sun As they set forth to make by the eastern bank Along the meadows edgeways toward Dalkeith Before they turn in wheel, and take th hills; I see their bent of battle ; yet we keep The slopes and crest here with ou covering lines If they stand fast. Queen. What, have you fear of. that Both-well. I cannot tell. The da^ grows fiery hot : I would we might close in at once, and strike Before the noon burn ; all the pause we make. !98 BOTIIWELL. Who stand here idle watchers till they join, Takes off some heart from us for weari- ness, And gives us doubt; I would the field were set. Queen. Why should not we that wait for them and chafe Break rather on them coming, and brush off Their gathering muster from the hill- skirts there With one sheer stroke of battle as from heaven, Right on them hurling down with all our host Out of these heights ere they made head below ? Both-well. No, my sweet captain : we must hold this fast, This height of vantage, and keep close our ranks As I have ranged in order : see again. How they sweep round, and settle fast in'file There on the ridge of Cowsland, with their backs Turned on the sun that climbs toward noon too fast, And in their front that hollow gap of hill Three crossbow-shots across ; so far apart We look upon each other for a breath, And hold our hands from battle; but you see How soon both sides must lash to- gether : yea, I would we might not hold off yet an hour, But close at once, and end. Queen. That burgh below, Is it not Preston Tans ? These hills are set As stages for the show of such high game As is played out for God's content on earth Between men's kings and kingdoms; yet I think He tha't beholds hath no such joy o' the game As he that plays, nor can the joy be known Save of man only, that man has to play When the die's throw rings death for him or life. Row clear the wind strikes from the mounting sun ! I am glad at heart the day we have of fight Should look thus lively on both sides that meet Beneath so large an open eye of heaven. The wind and sun are in my blood ; I feel Their fire and motion in me like a breath That makes the heart leap. Dear, I too have read The tale of Rome whence lightly you chose out A likeness for us; but the parts we bear. We are to play them with a difference, take A fairer end upon us though we fall Than they that in their hazard were most like To this our imminent fortune: had I been She for whose lips love let the round world fall. And all man's empire founder, on that day When earth's whole strengths met on the warring sea. And side with side clashed of the king- domed world, I had not given my galleys wings for fear To bear me out of the eye of battle, nor Put space of flight between me and my love. More than I think on this wave's edge that foams To leave oui chance unshipwrccked, o- forsake Mv more imperial Antony. 'Bothicfll. Would that now We stood less near their hazard ! on our part I fear to see the lines already melt BOTH WELL. 299 If we hold longer off, and this firm front Unfix itself and with no stroke dis- solve As snows in summer: half my folk by this For thirst are fallen upon the wine- casks there We brought from Seyton ; and for those that stand, We have not half their hearts upon our side Whose hands are armed to uphold it. I must fight With whom they choose, and take upon my hand The day with all its issue: if our cause Be set upon the general cast of fight, It is but lost. Let messengers be sent To know of the enemv if his challenge hold Which I stand armed to answer; but no Scot Shall bear the message and betray our peed : Two Frenchmen of your guard shall cross, and bring Their fighter's name back that my sword must know, A.nd we twam meet, and end it in fair field Between these ranks ; and for my single part, I nm glad the chance should hang but on my hand, And my sole stroke determine the dim war That flags yet in the dark and doubt of fate Till mine arm fix it fast, and in God's sight Confirm and close the chapter of it. Come, Choose you your envoys. Queen. Nay, choose you the man That you will fight with ; let him be not one Who had no part with us in Darnley's blood. So God shall strike not on his unjust side Who fights against you. Bothiuell. 'Faith, if God were judge. He should not do us right to approve their cause Who helped us to that slaying, and in its name Take on them now to accuse us, and appeal As guiltless to him against their proper deed And this right hand that wrought but with their will ; Wherefore, so far forth as it hangs on God, From such a champion I should bear the bell. If he be righteous ; which to assure you of. That even for God's sake you may feel no fear. Let Morton meet me. Queen. Oh, that two-tongued knave ! The worst of all my traitors, whom I spared And should have slain when you had brought him home To help despatch his friend that had been ! Nay, Him shall you meet not : he shall die no death So brave as by your sword ; the axe thinks long To clasp his cursed neck; your hand, dear lord, Shall not redeem it. Boihwell. Come, content you, sweet ; Him I must meet, or other; and my- self Care not if one that struck with us it be Or one that struck not ; only for your ease. To make you trustful for God's judg- ment's sake And confident of justice, I thought well To choose a man of counsel with us then. And on this challenge fight with him, that God Might witness with us of his treacherous cause If I should win the field ; but, by this hand, I put more trust in it and in my sword Than in God's hand or judgment. Havf no fear* 302 BOTIIIVELL. The just and unjust that he looks upon, With blameless hand dividing their just doom To one and other. Yea, as thou art Lord, With eye to read between our hearts, and hand To part between us punishment and grace. Hear, God, and judge ; and as thy sen- tence is. So shall man's tongue speak ever of this day And of his cause that conquers. Morton. Laird of Grange, While these that twice brought mes- sage from the queen Bear now this last news back of what they hear. Lest, when the traitor knows whom he shall meet. His foul heart fail him, and his false foot flee By what way forth is left him toward Dunbar, Take you two hundred horse, and with good speed Cross to the right beyond this hollow ground. And cut him off: so, though he fain would fly And she stand fast or follow, yet we hold As in one toil the lioness and the wolf That clomb by night into the lion's bed. Who stand now staked about with nets, and, ringed With pikes and hounds of hunters, glare at bay With eyes and teeth that shine against us vet ; But the fierce feet are trammelled in our toils, Nor shall the tongues lap life again of man. Dti Croc. Ay, lion-like, my lord, she bears herself, As who should shake all spears or shafts away Like leaves that fell upon her, and all fears As grains of dust brushed off; but he too makes Such gallant show at need of such good heart As in this utter peril where he stands Might wni, for one that had no unjust cause. Pity and praise of enemies, and for him At least such mingled and discolored fame As falls not on a coward ; nor can men Report him in his end and sore extreme But as a soldier tried of hand and brain. Skilful and swift, with heart to match his eye And wit to serve them ; could these yet avail To ransom him by spirit of soldiership And craft with courage tempered as with fire To wield with fiery cunning the wide war. He should not fall but mightily, nor cease But with a strife as earthquake. Morton. Well, my lord. With no such strife we think to win him. — Go, And if they send again to treat with us, Speak you with her, and bring us once more word. Scene HL — The Queen's Camp. The Queen and Bothwell. Queen. Are we quite lost i Bothwell. Ay, if I fight not; but I will not die and fight not. Queen. What, no help.'' Ls there not left a score of manlike men To stand and strike round us that in their ring Mav fight enclosed, and fall where none shall fly? Are all our strengths slid from us ? not one troop That has not piecemeal dropix?d with shame away ? Not some twelve friends to back us yet, and die As never men died nobler ? Both-.oell. No, not three: My levies there of Lothian and the Merse BOTHIVELL. 303 A.re slipped away like water; of your men Not yet four hundred lie along the heights, Nor half will stay of these a half-hour hence. Look too where yonder rides about the hill The Laird of Grange, between us and Dunbar, As to make onset with two hundred horse Thence where the way is smooth, while those in front Charge up the hill right on our unfenced camp, And their trap's teeth shut on us. This remains Of all our chance, this one way to make end, That, while they yet refuse me not a man To bear the day's weight on his sword and mine, I go to meet whom they soever choose. With no more question made ; and this I will. If yet they grant me but their meanest man For opposite as equal. Queen. Have they hearts, That have you for their fiery star of fight To see and not to follow ? That I could But give mine own among all these away, And with the parcels of it portioned out Divide myself into a hundred hearts Of manlier-spirited blood, to raise us up For these a tribe of soldiers ! Speak to them. And they will hear, and hunger to go on Full of your words to death; yea, all as I Will thirst to die around you. O my God! What is their blood, that it can kindle not To be so called of such a chief to die, To hear his words, and leap not ? Hast thou made Such stuff of man's flesh as we take for man. And mixed not soul enough to serve the hound Who gives for love his life up ? These go back. These that might die, they start aside from death. They have no joy to close with it, but fear, — These that I deemed, come what might worst on us. Should fall with face and heart one fire of joy To ride on death, and grapple him and die. Have I not heard of men once in the world ? I see none only but mine only love. Who finds not one to follow. You shall fight. And, if we thrive not, shame them with your end As I with mine ensuing. That I might stand Your second, and my sword be page to yours. As on your death my death should wait at need, And halt not after ! No, you shall not die. O miserable white hanging hands, that rest Baffled and bloodless! let your king- dom go. Let all things pass together: what of price Should ye keep back that could not fight for him Who falls for lack of seconds? Nay the fault Com«s all of me that fail him, I "t is Bring down that high head to th« eartb with mine. That helmless head, for my sake; oh, for love's, Kiss me, and kill me ! be not wroth, but strike ; For if I live I shall but deal more death, 302 BOTinVELL. The just and unjust that he looks upon, With blameless hand dividing their just doom To one and other. Yea, as thou art Lord, With eye to read between our hearts, and hand To part between us punishment and grace, Hear, God, and judge; and as thy sen- tence is, So shall man's tongue speak ever of this day And of his cause that conquers. Morton. Laird of Grange, While these that twice brought mes- sage from the queen Bear now this last news back of what they hear. Lest, when the traitor knows whom he shall meet, His foul heart fail him, and his false foot flee By what way forth is left him toward Dunbar, Take you two hundred horse, and with good speed Cross to the right beyond this hollow ground, And cut him off: so, though he fain would fly And she stand fast or follow, vet we hold As in one toil the lioness and the wolf That clomb by night into the lion's bed, Who stand now staked about with nets, and, ringed With pikes and hounds of hunters, glare at bay With eyes and teeth that shine against us vet ; But the fierce feet are trammelled in our toils, Nor shall the tongues laj) life again of man. Du Croc. Ay, lion-like, my lord, she bears herself, As who should shake all spears or shafts away Like leaves that fell upon her, and all fears As grains of dust brushed off; but he too makes Such gallant show at need of such good heart As in this utter peril where he stands Might win, for one that had no unjust cause. Pity and praise of enemies, and for him At least such mingled and discolored fame As falls not on a coward ; nor can men Report him in his end and sore extreme But as a soldier tried of hand and brain. Skilful and swift, with heart to match his eye And wit to serve them ; could these yet avail To ransom him by spirit of soldiership And craft with courage tempered as with fire To wield with fiery cunning the wide war, He should not fall but mightily, nor cease But with a strife as earthquake. Morton. Well, my lord, With no such strife we think to win him. — Go, And if they send again to treat with us, Speak you with her, and bring us once more word. Scene HL — The Queen's Camp. The Queen and Both well. Queen. Are we quite lost .-' Botfnvell. Ay, if I fight not; but I will not die and fight not. Queen. What, no help.'' Ls there not left a score of manlike men To stand and strike round us that in their ring May fight enclosed, and fall where none sh.ill flv? Are all our strengths slid from us ? not one trooj) That has not piecemeal dropjjed with shame away ? Not some twelve friends to back us yet, and die As never men died nobler ? Both-.vell. No, not three : My levies there of Lothian and the Merse BOTH WELL. 303 Are slipped away like water; of your men Not yet four hundred lie along the heights, Nor half will stay of these a half-hour hence. Look too where yonder rides about the hill The Laird of Grange, between us and Dunbar, As to make onset with two hundred horse Thence where the way is smooth, while those in front Charge up the hill right on our unfenced camp, And their trap's teeth shut on us. This remains Of all our chance, this one way to make end, That, while they yet refuse me not a man To bear the day's weight on his sword and mine, I go to meet whom they soever choose, With no more question made ; and this I will. If yet they grant me but their meanest man For opposite as equal. Queen. Have they hearts. That have you for their fiery star of fight To see and not to follow "i That I could But give mine own among all these away. And with the parcels of it portioned out Divide myself into a hundred hearts Of manlier-spirited blood, to raise us up For these a tribe of soldiers ! Speak to them. And they will hear, and hunger to go on Full of your words to death ; yea, all as I Will thirst to die around you. O mv God! What is their blood, that it can kindle not To be so called of such a chief to die, To hear his words, and leap not ? Hast thou made Such stuff of man's flesh as we take for man. And mixed not soul enough to serve the hound Who gives for love his life up ? These go back. These that might die, they start aside from death. They have no joy to close with it, but fear, — These that I deemed, come what might worst on us. Should fall with face and heart one fire of joy To ride on death, and grapple him and die. Have I not heard of men once in the world "i I see none only but mine only love, Who finds not one to follow. You shall fight. And, if we thrive not, shame them with your end As I with mine ensuing. That I might stand Your second, and my sword be page to yours. As on your death my death should wait at need. And halt not after ! No, you shall not die. O miserable white hanging hands, that rest Bafiied and bloodless! let your king- dom go, Let all things pass together: what of price Should ye keep back that could not fight for him Who falls for lack of seconds ? Nay the fault Com«s all of me that fail him, I t is Bring down that high head to the eartb with mine. That helmless head, for my sake; oh, for love's. Kiss me, and kill me ! be not wroth, but strike ; For if I live I shall but deal more death, ;o4 BOTH WELL. And where I would not shall the more destroy, Living and loving; yea, whom I would save, Him shall I slay the surelier; save then me, Lest I do this, and dying abhor myself, Save me and slay; let not my love again Kill more than me, that would have shed my blood To spare the blood I shed ; make me now sure ; Let me cease here. Bothwell. Peace, and give heed : you see Whither the day has brought us, and what hope Holds anywhere of rescue ; this one lot Lies in my hand by fortune to be drawn, — That yet by God's and by our enemies' grace I may fight singly though my whole world fail, And end no less than soldier. Now, my queen, As you are highest of women's hearts that live,' And nobler than your station stands your soul, — As you had never fear, and in this past As ever you have loved me, — by such sign And in such name I charge you, put me not In this great need to shame : let me go forth As should yourself being king, had you the cause I'hat r)ur linked loves put on me. I'y that heart 'Iliat is so fain within you to be man's, NLnke mc not meaner than the man I am, Nor worthless of the name; think with what soul Would you stand up to battle in my stead, \nd wrong mc not to pluck that prize away, Which, were you I, you would not yield to me. Nor I would ask of you ; desire not this, To have me for your sake so vile a thing, ' When I should rise up worthiest, that no man Could bear such name, and live; bid me not be — Because you love me that are first on earth And crowned of queens most royal — such a slave As might not seek and be not spit upon The foulest favor that is given for gold From lips more vile than all things else but I Who durst not fight for you : make me not this ; Let me die rather such a man as might, Having your love, had fortune lovecl him too. Have lived beside you kinglike, and not left Less memory than a king's. Qiteeu. Oh, you shall go ! Look how I hold you not : yes, you shall fight, And I sit strengthless here. — Vou shall not yet : If I did know that God were with my heart, Then should you go indeed; could 1 sit sure My prayer had power upon him, and mv cause Had made him mine to fight for mc. and take My charge and this field's issue in his hand, I would not doubt to send you. Nay, myself Will si)eak to those mv soldiers; thev will fight; They shall not choose for shame who hear me speak, liut fear to fight not. Oh, for all this yet, If they were men about me, they would sweep BOTHWELL. 305 Those traitors from the hillside as a wind, And make me way to live. What! if I speak, If I kneel to them, each man by his name, Bid him fight for me though I be not king, Mis king to lead him, —as, had I been born My father's son, they should have fought, and found A king to fight for and a sword to lead Worth many a good sword's following, — nay, but these That will not fight for you whose sword they s^ Worth afl their swords to follow, for no king's Would they take heart to strike. Love, you shall go : Send out a flag to bid one come and say Who dares of all fight with you. Why, methought This march-folk loved you and your sword's bright name That burned along their borders : is there left No such fierce love of theirs and faith at need To do us soldier's service ? Bothwell. Look, and see : Their ranks unknit themselves, and slide more fast From the bare slopes away whereon they stand Than the last leaves or the last snows that fade From off the fields or branches : and this thaw Speaks not our spring, but winter. Let them pass ; If I may stand but in mine enemy's face, One foot of ours shall slip not, and one hand Be reddened on our side. I will go send Word with your flag of truce by Ormis- ton. To bid their spokesman to us. \Exit. Queen, What am I worth, That can nor fight nor pray } my heart is shut As a sealed spring of fire, and in mine ears This air that holds no thunder, but fait day. Sounds louder than a stricken brazen bell That rings in a great wind, or the blown sea That roars by night for shipwreck. A'e-enter Bothwell with Kirkaldy. Bothwell. Here is he That brings our lords' will with him, and shall show But in your private ear ; I while you please Will wait apart upon you. [Retires. Queen. Is it you. Is it my friend of France, my knight and friend. Comes on such errand in mine extreme need To me that honored him .-* Sir, time has been That, had one asked me what man most on earth I would for trust have sought the ser- vice of In such sore straits as this, I had found no name But yours to leap the first upon my lips, On whom I have seen my father, the French king, Point with his hand, saying, Yonder goes there one Of the most valiant men in all our And ever would he choose you on his side In all his pastimes for your manhood's sake And might in jousts of men and gal- lant games, And when they shot for mastery at the butts Would make you shoot two arrows still for one, And took delight beyond all shots of theirs To see how far forth would your great shaft fly, 3o6 BOTH WELL. Sped for his pleasure ; and my heart grew great For my land's sake whereof your strength was made, That bore such men for honor; and the best Who served my father Henry in his wars Looked reverently upon you horsed at head Of your brave hundred men that rode with you, And never the great constable of France Would speak to you uncovered as to one Less than his own place worthy; and your hand Here on these marches hath not lost its praise For many as fair a stroke as overthrew Between our ranks and the English in mid-field Lord Rivers' brother, fighting for this land That with a tongue as true and service- able You strove in speech to save the free- dom of. That by no policy it should be subdued To a French province. So for faith and love. For valor, wisdom, and tor gentleness, I wist no Scot had worthier name alive : Shall I say now I have no deadlier foe? [KiRKAl.DY /{-//^r/j. I do not bid you kneel : speak, and stand up ; I have no help or comfort of men's knees, Nor pleasure of false worship; well I know, For all knees bowed, how hearts and hands are bent (Jf mine own men against me. Speak, I i)ray : I am as their servant bound who speak in you And o])cn-earcd to hear them. Kirkatdy. From the lords. Madam, no word I have to bring but f)ne, That from this field they will not part alive Without the man in bonds they came to seek; Him will they take, or die : but on you' part They have no thought that is not set to serve And do you honor, would but you for- sake The murderer of your husband, who to you Can be no husband, being but lately wed To the earl of Huntley's sister, and your friend By your own mean and favor. Queen [to Both well). Hold, my lord : Let not your man give fire. — Sir, guard yourself : See you not where one stands to shoot at you ? — You will not do me this dishonor, see- ing I have given my faith he should come safely through. And go back safe } Bothwell. Why let him, then, and say That I will yet maintain my proffered cause To fight with any that shall challenge me Of the king's murder. Kirkahiy. Sir, the first was I To let you wif myself would fight with you Upon that quarrel; and the first re- fused, As being nor earl nor lord nor mate of yours. But a poor baron only; the like word You sent to Tullibardine ; in whose place Stands now my lord of Lindsay, if your heart Yet fail you not to meet him, as it seems Now to grow cold in shadow of his sword That hangs against you in the air ad- vanced, Darkening vour sight and spirit. /)'('/'//7» kingdom's hope in heritage, And all men's good, most mortal. You must go With us to Edinburgh, and being made safe Abide the judgment there that shall not fall By fierce election of men's clamorous mouths Whose rage would damn you to the fire-clad death. But by their sentence who shall do no wrong. If justice may with honor make them sure, And faith defend from error. Queen. Ay, my lord ? I shall be doomed, then, ere I die, and stand Before their face for judgment who should kneel To take my sentence as a scourge, and bear What brand my tongue set on them? Nay, ye are mad. Kings have been slam with violence and red craft. Or fallen by secret or by popular hands ; But what man heard yet ever of a king Set to the bar of his own men, to plead For life with rebels' reasons, and wage words With whoso dare of all these baser born Rise up to judge him? Surely I shall die, — Be rent perchance in pieces of men's fangs. But of their mouths not sentenced. In fair field That only steel that bids a king's neck stoop Is the good sword that in a warlike hand Makes his head bow, and cuts not off his crown But with the stroke of battle : who halh seen By doom of man a king's head king- domlcss Bow down to the axe and l)K)ck? so base an ctlgc Can bite not on such necks. Let UiC bleed here, BOTinVELL. 311 By their swift hands who ravin for my blood ; Or be assured how if ye let me live I live to see you die for me as dogs : Ye shall be hanged on crosses, nailed on rows, For birds to rend alive ; ye shall have doom, A dog's doom and a traitor's, and the cord Strangle the sentence in your laboring lips, And break the plea that heaves your throat, and leaves Ifour tongue thrust forth to blacken : ye shall wage Words and try causes with the worms and flies Till they leave bare your bones to sun and wind As shame shall leave your titles. Was it you [7b Lindsay. That were to fight before me with my lord? Give me your hand, sir : by this hand of yours I swear for this thing yet to have your head, And so thereof assure you. Morton. Bid the camp Strike, and set forth behind us. Sirs, to horse ; And, madam, be not yet so great of speech As utterly to outwear your spirit of strength With pain and passion that can bear no fruit But wind and wrath and barren bitter- ness. Vex not yourself more than your foes would ve.x. Of whom we would be none that ride with you From them to guard you that would lay red hands On you yet faint and weak from this nerce day. Queen. My body and head wax faint, but not my heart ; I have yet there fire enough for all of you, To burn your strengths up that my fee- bler limbs Can make my heart not yield to nor bow down. Nor fear put out its fires. Come, worthy lords. And lead me to my loving town again, That bears your heads not yet above its gates Where I shall see them festering if I live. {Exeunt. Scene V, — Edinburgh: A Room in THE Provost's House. Enter Maitland and Provost. Maitland. Are the gates fast t Provost. Ay; but the street yet seethes With ebb and flow of fighting faces thronged, And crush of onset following on her heel Where she came in, and whence at her own call You drove them off her; and above the ranks Flaps the flag borne before her as she came, Wrought with the dead king's likeness ; and their cry Is yet to burn or drown her. It were but A manlike mercy now for men to show. That she should have some woman's hand of hers To tend her fainting who should be nigh dead With fear and lack of food and weari- ness. Maitland. Nay, if she die not till she die for fear, She must outlive man's memory : twice or thrice As she rode hither with that sable flag Blown overhead whereon the dead man lay Painted, and by him beneath a garden tree His young child kneeling, with soft hands held up, And the word underwritten of his prayer, — 312 BOTinVELL. Judge and avenge my cause, O Lord, — she seemed At point to swoon, being sick with two clays' fast, And with faint fingers clung upon the rein. And gaped as one athirst with foodless lips And fair head fainting; but for very scorn Was straightway quickened and uplift of heart, And smote us with her eyes again, and spoke No weaker word but of her constant mind To hang and crucify, when time should be, These now her lords and keepers ; so at last Beneath these walls she came in with the night. So pressed about with foes that man by man We could but bring her at a foot's pace through Past Kirk of Field between the roaring streets. Faint with no fear, but hunger and great rage. With all men's wrath as thunder at her heel. And all her fair face foul with dust and tears. But as one fire of eye and cheek that shone With heat of fiery heart and unslaked will That took no soil of fear. Provost. What shall be done When sentence shall pass on her? Maithnid. By my will, She shall not die, nor lose her royal name. Wherein the council only shall bear rule. And take to its own hand the care to wreak On her false lord now fled our general wrong, Who Ijeing i)ut overtaken of its sword Shall be divorced at once from her and life. Proz'ost. But this shall not content the common will, Nor theirs who bind and loose it with their tongues And cry now for her blood ; the town is loud With w^omen's voices keener than of men To call for judgment on her and swift death Sharp as their anger. Maitland. Ay, the time is mad With noise of preachers and the femi- nine spleen That of mere rage and blind mobility Barks in brute heat foi blood; but on these tongues The state yet hangs not, nor the general weal 1 Is swayed but by the violent breath of these. Here sits she safe. Provost. I would I knew it-, her mood Is as a wind that blows upon a fire, And drives her to and fro : she will not eat, But rages here and there, and cries again On us for traitors, on her friends for help. On God for comfort of her cause and crown That of his foes and hers is violated, And will not stint her clamors, noi take rest. For prayer nor bidding. Maitland. I will speak with her Ere I go hence ; though she were mild of mood. The task were hard with Knox for opposite To bend the council to such policy As might assure her but of life, whicV* thus She whets the weaj^on in his tongue to take. \^E.xeunt. SCKNK VI. — AN(VrHF.R R<30M IN THE SAMK. 7Vu- QUKKN and an Am NOANT. \ Qucun. Wilt thou be true? but if thou have not heart, BOTH WELL. 313 Vet do not, being too young to sell man's blood, Betray my letter to mine enemies' hands Where it should be a sword to smite me with; If thou lack heart, I say, being but a boy. Swear not and break thine oath : but if thou have. Thou shalt not ask, for this mine errand done, The thing I will not give thee. At Dunbar Bring but this letter to my husband's hand ; Spare for no speed; if it were possible, I would it might be with him ere day dawn On me condemned of men. I have no hope. Thou seest, but in thee only: thou art young. And mean of place, but be thou good to me And thou shalt sit above thy masters born And nobles gray in honor. Wilt thou go? Have here mine only jewel, and my faith That I plight to thee, when my hand may choose, To give thee better gifts. Haste, and so thrive As I by thee shall. \Exit Attendant. Though thou play me false, Thou dost no more than God has done with me, And all men else before thee : yet I could not But write this worthless one word of my love, Though I should die for writing it in vain. And he should never read it. Enter Maitland. Come you not To tell me of my commons and your friends, That by their will despite you I must die ? J" It were no stranger now than all things are That fall as on me dreaming. Maitland. Madam, no : I come to plead with you for your own life, Which wrath and violent mood would cast away. Queen. What is my life to any man or me As ye have made it } If ye seek not that, Why have ye torn me from my hus- band's hand, With whom ye know that I would live and die With all content that may be in the world .'' Maitlafid. For your own honor have we sundered you. You know not him, who late writ word — myself Can show this letter — to the Lady Jane, She was his wife and you his concubine. No more but sport and scandal in his sheets, And loved for use but as a paramour, And for his ends to rise and by your lips Be kissed into a kingdom ; and each week Since they were first but as in show divorced And but of craft divided, on some days Have they held secret commerce to your shame As wedded man and wife. Qneen. There is one thing That I would ask of even such friends as you, — To turn me with my lord adrift at sea. And make us quit of all men. Maitland. For yourself, You drive on no less danger here of wreck, Seeing for your life if England take no care France will nor strike nor speak ; and had you not In your own kindly kingdom yet some friends Whose hearts are better toward you, these wot well You have none left you helpful in the world. 314 BOTH IV ELL. Vet what we may will I and all these do To serve you in this strait ; so for this night Let not your peril, which can breed not fear, For that breed anger in you ; and fare- well. {Exit. Queen. None but such friends ? O yet my living lord, still my comfort, hadst thou none but me As I save thee have no man, we would go Hand fast in hand to dreadless death, and see With such clear eyes as once our mar- riage-bed Fire, or the sword's light lifted to make end Of that one life on both our lips that laughed To think he could not sunder them who smote. Nor change our hearts who chilled them ; we would kiss. Laugh, and lie down, and sleep : but here in bonds 1 will not tamely like a dumb thing die That gives its blood and speaks not. If I find No faith in all this people, yet my curse Shall through this casement cry in all their ears That are made hard against me. — Ho there ! you, All that pass by, your queen am I that call: Have I no friend of all you to turn back The swords that point on this bare breast, the hands That grasp and hale me by the hair to death, I)y this discrowned rent hair that wore too soon The kingdom's weight of all this land in gold ? Have I no friend ? no friend ? I'oue 'iuithout. Av, here was one ; Know you yet him ? — Raise up the ban- ner there, That she may look upon her lord, and take Comfort. A Woman. What! was not this that kneels the child Which hung once at that harlot's breast now bare. And should have drunk death from its deadly milk ? Hide it for shame ; bind up the wanton hair. Cover the poisonous bosom : here is none To kiss the print of that adulterer's head Which last lay on it. Another Voice. Whither is he flown. Whose amorous lips were bloody, and left red The shameless cheek they fed on as with shame ? Where is your swordsman at your back to guard And make your sin strut kinglike .<* where his hand That made this dead man's child kneel fatherless. And plead with God against you for his blood? Where is your king-killer? Queen. The day shall be That I will make this town a fire, and slake The flame with blood of all you : there shall stand No mark of man, no stone of these its walls, To witness what my wrath made ruin of That turned it first to smoke, and then put out With all your blood its ashes. Enter Provost. Hear you, sir, How we are handled of our townsfolk there, Being yet in ward of you ? but by my head. If now bv force it fall not, vou as these Shall buv this of n^e bloodily, and first Shall bleed of all whose lives will jiav not me. BOTH WELL. 315 Provost. Madam, as you desire to see that day, Contain yourself: this flame whereon you blow Will fasten else untimely on your hand, And leave it harmless toward us. I beseech you. Though but for hate of us and hope to hurt. Eat, and take rest. Queen. I will not: what are ye. That I should care for hate of you to live Who care not for the love's sake of my life ? If I shall die here in your hateful hands, In God's I put my cause, as into them I yield the spirit that dares all enemies yet By force to take it from me. Die or live I needs must at their bidding; but to sleep, Eat, drink, weep, laugh, speak or keep silence, these They shall not yet command me till I die. {Exeunt. Scene VII. — The High Street. A Crowd of Citizens. Eirst Citizen. Who says she shall not die? Second Citizen. Even he that stands First in this city, Morton : by his doom, Death shall not pass upon her. Eirst Citizen. Will he say it .'' Yet is this man not all the tongue or hand That Scotland has to speak or smite with. Third Citizen. Nay, When he so spake against their honest voice Who called for judgment, one arose that said — I know not who, but one that spake for God — That he who came between God's sword and her Should as a stayer of justice by the sword Be stricken of God's justice. ' Eirst Citizen. What said he .'' Third Citizen. No word, but frowned ; and in his eye and cheek sprang a as 'twere eye fire, There sprang a fire, and sank again. For scorn that anger should have leave to speak. Though silently ; but Maitland writhed his lip, And let his teeth grin doglike, and be- tween There shot some snarling word that mocked at God, And at the servants of his wrath, who wait To see his will done on her, and men's hands Made ministers to set it forth so broad That none might pass and read not. Second Citizen. Why, by this Part hangs of it already in men's sight: I have word here from Dunbar, of one that was An officer of Bothwell's, and alive Laird of Blackadder, whom they seized at sea Flying from death to deathward, and brought back To be nigh rent in pieces of their hands Who haled him through the streets to hang, and left Not half a man unbroken or unbruised To feel the grip o' the gallows. Eirst Citizen. They did well : Shall we do worse, that have within our hand The heart and head of all this evil, her By whom all guilt looks guiltless till she die A whore's death or a murderer's, burn or drown. And leave more free the common doom of man To pass on lesser sins .-' While sht doth live. How should it speak for shame to bid men die For what sin done soever, who might say She lives and laughs yet in God's face and eye, And finds on earth no judgment as do these 316 BOTH WELL. Whose bloodiest hands are whiter than her soul ? Let her die first. Third Citizen. Ay shall she, if God put Upon those lips that never lacked it yet His fire to burn men's hearts, and make that tongue His sword that hath been ever. Yes- ternight Came Knox to Edinburgh, and here should speak By this among us of the doom to fall On us or her, that if it bruise her not Must glance aside against us. Second Citizen. He is here. Draw nigh, but make no noise. Enter John Knox. First Citizen. Nay, all the press Heaves round about him silent. Others. Sirs, give place; Make way for Master Knox to stand and speak Here in your midst ; here is it higher ; give way. Make room to hear him. Peace there, and stand still. John Knox. What word is this that ye require of man ? Ye that would hear me, what speech heard of mine Should lift your hearts up if they sit not high, — If they lack life, should quicken } for this day Ye know not less than I know that the Lord Hath given his enemy to you for a prey. His judgment for a fire: what need have ye, C3r he what need of other tongues to sjK'ak Than this which burns all ears that hear on earth The blast of this day's justice blown in heaven — As where is he that hears not ? In your hand Lies now the tloom of God to deal, and she Ucfore your face to abide it, in whose mouth His name was as a hissing ; and had I The tongues in mine of angels, and their might. What other word or mightier should I seek Than this to move you.-* or, should \e wax cold. What fuel should I find out to kindle you ? If God ve hear not, how shall ye heat me .-* Or if your eyes be sealed to know not her, If she be fit to live or no, can I With words unseal them.-* None sc young of you But hath long life enough to understand And reason to record w hat he hath seen Of hers and of God's dealings mutually Since she came in. Then was her spirit made soft. Her words as oil, and with her amorous face She caught men's eyes to turn them where she would. And with the strong sound of her nam 8 of queen Made their necks bend; that even of God's own men There were that bade refuse her nc t her will. Deny not her, fair woman and gre; t queen. Her natural freedom born, to give Go i praise What way she would, and pray whi t prayers ; though these Be as they were, to God abominable And venomous to men's souls. S ) came there back The cursed thing cast forth of u ;, and so Out of her fair face and imperious eyes Lightened the light whereby men walk in hell. And I that sole stood out, and bade not let The lightning of this curse come down on us And fiv with feet as fire on all wiinls blown To burn men's eyes out that beheld God's face, EOT// WELL. 317 That being long blind but now gat sight, and saw, And praised him seeing; I that then spake and said. Ten thousand men here landed of our foes Were not so fearful to me on her side As one mass said in Scotland ; that withstood The man to his face I loved, her father's son, Then mastered by the pity of her, and made Through that good mind not good, — who then but I Was taxed of wrongful will, and for hard heart Miscalled of men? And now, sirs, if her prayer Were just and reasonable, and unjust I That bade shut ears against it ; if the mass Hath brought forth innocent fruit, and in this land Wherein she came to stablish it again Hath stablished peace with honor; if in her It hath been found no seed of shame, and she That loved and served it seem now in men's sight No hateful thing nor fearful ; if she stand Such a queen proven as should prove honorable The rule of women, and in her that thing Be shown forth good that was called evil of me. Blest and not curst, — then have I sinned, and they That would have crossed me would have crossed not God : Whereof now judge ye. Hath she brought with her Peace, or a sword ? and since her in- coming Hath the land sat in quiet, and the men Seen rest but for one year ? or came not in Behind her feet, right at her back, and shone Above her crowned head as a fierier crown. Death, and about her as a raiment wrapt Ruin ? ancl where her foot was ever turned Or her right hand was pointed, hath there fallen No fire, no cry burst forth of war, nc sound As of a blast blown of an host of men For summons of destruction? Hath God shown For sign she had found grace in his sight, and we For her sake favor, while she hath reigned on us. One hour of good, one week of rest, one day ? Or hath he sent not for an opposite sign Dissensions, wars, rumors of wars, and change. Flight and return of men, terror with power, Triumph with trembling ? Hath one foot stood fast, One head not bowed, one face not veiled itself, One hand not hidden ? Was this once or twice That ye beheld, this brief while of her reign. Strong men one day make mouths at God, the next Lie where his foes lie fallen ? or since she came Have ye seen raised up of them and cast down But one or two that served her ? Which of these. Which of them all that looked on her and loved. And men spake well of them, and pride and hope Were as their servants, — which of all them now Shall men speak well of ? How fared he the first Hailed of his own friends and elect her lord. Who gave her kinsmen heart and god less hope 3i8 BOTH WELL. By him to reign in her and wield this land, Vet once with me took counsel and sought grace, And suddenly God left him, and he stood Brain-smitten, with no bride-bed now nor throne To conquer, but go senseless to his grave. The broken-witted Hamilton, — what end, Think ye, had this man ? Or what hope and hap The next whose name met on men's lips with hers. And ballads mourned him in his love's sight slain, — Gordon, that in the dawn of her dark day Rose northward as a young star fiery red. Flashed in her face, and fell, for her own breath Quenched him ? What good thing gat they for her sake. These that desired her, yet were mighty lords, Great in account of great men ? So they twain Perished ; and on men meaner far than these When this queen looked, how fared they? folk that came With wiles and songs and sins from oversea. With harjMng hands and dancing feet, and made Music and change of phrases in her ear, — White rose out of the south, star out of France, Light of men's eyes and love ! yea, verily. Red rose out of the pit, star out of hell, Fire of men's eyes and burning ! for the first Was caught as in a chamber snare, and fell Smiling, and died with Fumut-II, the most fair And the most cruel princess in the world. — With suchlike psalms go suchlike soul- to God Naked, — and in his blood she washeu her feet Who sat and saw men spill it ; and this reward Had this man of his dancing. For the next. On him ye know what hand was last year laid, — David, the close tongue of the Pope, the hand That held the key of subtle and secret craft As of his viol, and tuned all strings of state With cunning finger; not the foot o' the king Before God's ark when Michal mocked at him Danced higher than this man's heart for confidence To bring from Babylon that ark again Which he that touches, he shall surely die, — But not the death of Uzzah ; for thereon God's glory rests not, but the shadow of death. And dead men's bones w ithin it : yet his trust Was to lift up again and to relume The tabernacle of Moloch, and the star Of Remphan, figures which our fathers made, That such as he might go before, and 1)1 ay On timbrels and on psalteries and on harps, On cornets and on cymbals ; and the Lord Brake him ; and she being wroth at God took thought How they that saw might call his place of death The breach of David, and her heart waxed hot Till she should make a lireach upon his foes As God on him, and with a dire new name And a new memory quite put out that name BOTH WELL. 319 And memory of his slaying ; yea, all this land, That hath seen evil of many men before And sins of many years, hath seen till now No sin as hers, nor on her forefathers Whose hands were red and their hearts hard hath seen The note of such an evil as in her heart Became a fire conceiving, and brought forth The deed that in her hand was as a sword New tempered in that fire. For no such deed Was this as all theirs who play false or slay, Take gifts for whoredom, or lay snares to kill ; But she gave gifts to hire her lover's knife That it might pierce her husband : even this land — This earth whereof our living limbs are made. This land renewed of God, this earth redeemed. With all souls born therein to worship him That call it mother — was the hire she gave To fee the adulterer's hand when it should rise Against her lord to slay him ; yea, all of you. And each part of this kingdom, and each man That but draws breath within her range of reign, Were parcel of this hire, as counted coins To make the sum up of her goodly gift. And he that of their hands was bought and sold, Her wedded husband, that had bowed his head Before her worshipped idol, — think ye not That by her hand God gave him all his wage Who was a less thing in his eyes than she, And viler than her service .-• for the fire Fell not from heaven that smote him, yet not less Was kindled of God's wrath than of man's hate, And in a woman's craft his will put forth To make her sin his judgment. But of these. The slain and slayer, the spoiler and the spoiled. That each have lain down by her wed- ded side, Which will ye say hath slept within her bed A sleep more cursed, and from more evil dreams Found a worse waking ? he that with a blast Which rent the loud night as a cry from hell Was blown forth darkling from her sheets, or he That shared and soiled them till this day whereon God casts him out upon the track of Cain To flee forever with uncleansed red hands, And seek and find not where in the waste world To hide the wicked writing on his brow Till God rain death upon him .-' for his foot, Be sure, shall find no rest, his eye no sleep. His head no covert and his heart no hope. His soul no harbor and his face no light; But as a hound the wolf that bleeds to death God's wrath shall hunt him through the dark, and fear Shall go before him as a cloud by day. By night a fire, but comfort not his head By day with shadow, nor with shine by night Guide lest his foot be dashed against a stone, But in fair heaven before the morning's face S20 BOTinVELL. Make his air thick with thunder, and l^ut out All laniplikc eyes of stars that look on him, Till he lie down blind in the dust, and die. Or if God haply give his lightnings charge They hurt him not, and bid his wind pass by And the stroke spare him of the bolted cloud. Then seeing himself cast out of all that live. But not of death accepted, everywhere An alien soul and shelterless from God, He shall go mad with hate of his own soul. Of God and man and life and death, and live A loathlier life and deadlier than the worm's That feeds on death, and when it rots from him Curse God and die. Such end have these that loved; And she that was beloved, what end shall she ? What think ye yet would God have done with her. Who puts her in our hand to smite or spare That hath done all this wickedness ? For these, What were they but as shadows in the sun Cast by her passing, or as thoughts that fled Across her mind of evil, types and signs Whereby to s])ell the secret of her soul Writ by her hand in blood? What power had they. What sense, what si)irit, that was not given of her, Or what significance or shape of life Their act or purpose, formless else and void. Save as her will and jircscnt force of her Gave breath to them and likeness? None of these Hath done or suffered t-vil save for her, Who was the spring of each man's deed or doom And root for each of death, and in his hand The sword to die by and the sword to slay. Shall this be left, then, naked in the world For him that will to stab our peace to death ? What blood is this drips from the point, what sign. What scrijDture is enamelled on the blade ? Lo, this fair steel forged only to divide This land from truth, and cut her soul in twain. To cleave the cords in sunder that hold fast Our hope to heaven and tie our trust to God,— Here by the hilt we hold it, and well know That if we break not, this now blunted edge. Being newly ground and sharpened of men's hands That walch if ours will yet loose hold of it. Shall pierce our own hearts through Ay, be ye sure. If ye bid murder and adultery live, They live not stingless; not a Scot that breathes, No man of you nor woman, but hath part Tn each her several sin and punishment That yc take off from her. But what are these That with their onths or arms wouUl fence her round. And hide her from God's lightnings? Know they not — Or if thev know not, will ye too be blind'? — What end that Lord who hath bowed so many a head, So many and niiuhty, of those her former friends, Hath power to make of these men? Shall they stand, Because they have done God service while they would, BOrinVELL. 321 And cease to serve him? or their good deeds past Who served not God as Job forsooth tor naught Sustain their feet from falling? Strength nor craft, Nor praise nor fear nor faith nor love of men, Shall be for buckler to them, nor his name A helm of vantage for the Douglas' head If he make stiff against the yoke of God Too proud a neck, that for the curb cast off May feel the weight and edge that iron hath. To check high minds and chasten ; nor his wit Nor subtle tongue shall be for Leth- ington But as a pointless and unfeathered shaft Shot heavenward without hurt, that falls again In the archer's eye to pierce it ; and his lips That were so large of mockery when God spake, By present organ of his works and wrath And tongueless sound of justice audi- ble. Shall drink the poison of their words again, And their own mocks consume them; and the mouth That spat on Christ, now pleading for his foes. Be stricken dumb as dust. Then shall one say, Seeing these men also smitten, as ye now Seeing them that bled before to do her good, God is not mocked ; and ye shall surely know What men were these and what man he that spake The things I speak now prophesying, and said That if he spare to shed her blood for shame. For fear or pity of her great name or face, God shall require of you the innocent blood Shed for her fair face' sake, and frorrt your hands Wring the price forth of her blood- guiltiness. Nay, for ye know it, nor have I need again To bring it in your mind if God ere now Have borne me witness: in that dreary day When men's hearts failed them for pure grief and fear To see the tyranny that was, and rule Of this queen's mother, where was no light left But of the fires wherein his servants died, I bade those lords that clave in heart to God, And were perplexed with trembling and with tears, Lift up their hearts, and fear not ; and they heard What some now hear no more, the word I spake Who have been with them, as their own souls know. In their most extreme danger : Cowper Moor, Saint Johnston, and the Crags of Edin- burgh, Are recent in my heart ; yea, let these know. That dark and dolorous night wherein all they With shame and fear were driven forth of this town Is yet within my mind ; and God for- bid That ever I forget it. What, I say, Was then my exhortation, and what word Of all God ever promised by my mouth Is fallen in vain, they live to testify Of whom not one that then was doomed to death Is perished in that danger ; and thei: foes. 322 BOTH WELL. How many of these hath God before their eyes Plague-stricken with destruction ! lo the thanks They render him, now to betray his cause Put in their hands to stablish; even that God's That kept them all the darkness through to see Light, and the way that some now see no more, But are gone after light of the fen's fire, And walk askant in slippery ways; but ye Know if God's hand have ever when I spake Writ liar upon me, or with adverse proof Turned my free speech to shame ; for in my lips He put a word, and knowledge in my heart, When I was fast bound of his enemies' hands An oarsman on their galleys, and be- held From off" the sea whereon 1 sat in chains The walls wherein I knew that I there bound Should one day witness of him ; and this pledge Hath God redeemed not? Nay then, in God's name. If that false word fell unfulfilled of mine. Heed ve not now nor hear me when 1 say That for this woman's sake shall God cut off The hand that spares her as the hand that shields, And make their memory who take part with her As theirs who stood for Baal against the Lord With Ahab's tlaughter ; for her reign and end Shall be like Athaliah's, as her birth Was from the womb of Jezebel, that slew The prophets, and made foul with blood and fire The same land's face that now her seed makes foul With whoredoms and with witchcrafts; yet they say Peace, where is no peace, while the adulterous blood Feeds yet with life and sin the murder- ous heart That hath brought forth a wonder to the world And to all time a terror ; and this blood The hands are clean that shed, and they that spare In God's just sight spotted as foul as Cain's. If then this guilt shall cleave to you or no. And to your children's children, for her sake, Choose ye; for God needs no man that is loath To serve him, and no word but his own work To bind and loose their hearts who hear and see Such things as speak what I lack words to say. First Citizen. She shall not live. Second Citizen. If by their mouths to- day She be set free from death, then by our hands She dies to-morrow. Voices in the crowd.. Nav, to fire with her! Fire for the murderess ! cast her bones in the lake ! Burn, burn and drown ! She shall not live to-night. Scene VIII. — A Room in the Pro- vost's House. The Queen, Athol, and Morton. Queen. I will not part from hence: here will I see What man dare do uj^on me, Athol. I lear vou not How the cry thickens for your blood This night Scarce has time left to bave you. BOTH WELL. 323 Queen. I will die. Morton. Madam, your will is no more now the sword That cuts all knots in sunder : you must live, And thank the force that would not give you leave To give your foes the blood they seek to spill. Here every hour's is as an arrow's flight Winged for your heart ; if in these clamorous walls You see this darkness by the sun cast out, You will not see his light go down alive. Queen. What men are ye then, that have made my life Safe with your oaths, that walled it round with words. Fenced it with faith, and fortressed it with air Made of your breaths and honors ? When ye swore, I knew the lie's weight on your lips, and took My life into mine hand; I had no thought To live or ride among you but to death, And whither ye have led me, to what end. Nor I nor God knows better than I knew Then when ye swore me safe ; for then as now I knew your faith was lighter than my life, And my life's weight a straw's weight in the wind Of your blown vows. Pledge me your faith to this. That I shall die to-night if I go forth. And if I stay live safe, and I will go In trust to live, being here assured to die. Morton. We swore lo save you as you swore again To cast the traitor from you, and divorce Your hand forever from the blood on his ; And with that hand you wrote to him last night Vows of your love and constant heart till death As his true wife to serve and cleave to him. The boy that should have borne your letter lacked Faith to be trusty to your faithless trust. And put it in our hand. Queen. Why, so I thought: I knew there was no soul between these walls. Of child or man, that had more faith than ye Who stand their noblest ; nor shall one soul breathe, If here ye put not out my present life. When I come back, that shall not burn on earth Ere hell take hold of it. Morton. It is well seen, Madam, that fear nor danger can pluck forth Your tongue that strikes men mad with love or scorn. Taunted or tempted; yet it shall not wrest Death from men's hands untimely: what was sworn. That you should live, shall stand ; and that it may. To-night must you part hence; this lord and I Will bring you through to Holyrood afoot, And be your warders from the multi- tude As you pass forth between us ; thence to Leith, And there shall you take water, and ere dawn Touch at Burntisland, whence some twenty miles Shall bear you to Lochleven and safe guard On the Fife border. He that has your charge Is one not trusted more than tried of us, — Sir William Douglas; in whose moth- er's ward 324 BOTH WELL. At Kinross there shall you abide what end God shall ordain of troubles. At this need No kincl'ier guard or trustier could secure The lite we pluck out of the popular mouth That roars agape to rend it. You must go- Queen. Must I not too go barefoot ? Being your queen, Ve do me too much grace : I should be led In bonds between you, with my written sins Pinned to my forehead, and my naked shame Wrapt in a shameful sheet : so might I pass, If haply I might pass at all alive Forth of my people's justice, to salute With seemly show of penance her chaste eyes Whom ye have chosen for guard upon her queen And daughter of the king her para- mour, Whose son being called my brother I must call, Ilaply, to win her favor and her son's. And her good word with him as media- tress. My father's harlot mother. Verily, Ye are worthy guardians of fair fame, and friends Fit to have care of reputation, men That take good heed of honor ; and the state That hath such counsellors to comfort it Need fear no shame nor stain of such reproach As makes it shrink when with her lords' good will. Advised of all tongues near her and approved, A queen may wed the worthiest born of men Her subjects, and a warrior take to wife One that being widowed of his hand and hel|) Were such a thing as I am. From my lord I held mv kingdom : now my hand lack's his. What queen am I, and what slaves ye, that throng And threat my life with vassals, to make vile Its majesty foregone with abject fear Of my most abject .!* Yet though I lack might Save of a woman friendless and in bonds, My name and place yet lack not, nor the state And holy magic that God clothes withal The naked word of king or queen, and keeps In his own shadow, hallowed in his hand. Such heads unarmed as mine, that men may smite But no man can dis-hallow. In this faith. Not to your faith I yield myself for fear. But gladly to that God's who made of me What ye nor no man mightier shall unmake, — Your queen and mistress. Lead me through my streets, Whose stones are tongues now crying for my blood. To my dead fathers' palace, that hath o])ed On many kings and traitors. It may be I shall not see these walls and gates again That cast me out; but if alive or dead I come back ever to require my part And place among my fathers, on my tomb Or on my throne shall there ^taiic graved for aye The living word of this day's work and that Which is to wreak me on it ; and this town Whence I go naked in mine enemies' hands Shall be the flame to light men's eyes that rcail What was endured and what revenged of me. /:0 77/ir/iLL. 325 ACT v.— THE QUEEN. Twi£: From July 20, 1567, to May 16, 1568. Scene I. — Holyrood. Morton and Maitland. Morton. I know not yet if we did well to lay No public note of murder on the queen In this our proclamation that sets forth But the Dare justice of our cause, and right We had to move against her; while her act Stands yet unproven, and seen but by surmise, — Though all but they that will rot seem to know May know the form and very life of it, — She hath a sword against us and a stay In the English hearts and envious hands that wait To strike at us, and take her name to And edge the weapon of their evil will Who only are our enemies, and stand Sole friends of hers on earth ; for France, we see, Will be no screen nor buckler for her, though Fire were now lit to burn her body, or steel Ground sharp to shear her neck : from Catherine's mouth Had Murray not assurance, and from him Have we not word that France will stir no foot To save or spill her blood? England alone By her new-lighted envoy sends rebuke Made soft and mixed with promise and with pledge Of help and comfort to her against our part Who by this messenger imperiously Are taxed and threatened as her trai- tors : this Must we now answer with a brow as free And tongue as keen, seeing how his queen in him Desires the charge and wardship of our prince Which we must nowise grant. Maitlatid. For fear's sake, no. Nor for her threats, which rather may pluck on More present peril, of more fiery foot, To the queen's life ; yet surer might we stand Having the crown's heir safe and girt about With foreign guard in a strange land, than here Rocked in the roar of factions, his frail head Pillowed on death and danger; which once crushed, And that thin life cut off, what hand puts forth To take the crown up by successive right But theirs that would even now dip violent hand In the dear heart's blood of their kins- woman. That it might take this kingdom by the throat When she were slain ? and rather by our mean Would they procure her slaying than by their own Make swift the death which they desire for her, And from our hands with craft would draw it down By show of friendship to her and threat of arms That menace us with mockery and false fear Of her deliverance by their swords, whose light Being drawn and shining in our eyes should scare Our hearts with doubt of what might fall if she Stood by their help rckingdomed, and impel Even in that fear our hands to spill her blood That lag too long behind their wish, who wait 326 BOTHIVELL. Till seeing her slain of us they may rise up Heirs of her cause and lineage, and reclaim By right of blood and justice and re- venge The crown that drops from Stuart to Hamilton With no more let or thwart than a child's life Whose length should be their pleas- ure's • and with these Against our cause will England league herself If yet the queen live prisoner of our hands, And these her kin draw swords for her ; but they. Though England know not of it, nor have eye To find their drift, would mix their cause with ours. If from the queen's head living we should pluck The royal office, and as next in blood Instate them regents ; who would reign indeed Rather by death's help, if they might, and build On her child's grave and hers their regency. Than rule by deputation ; yet at need Will be content by choice or leave of us To take the delegated kingdom up And lack but name of king : which being installed I doubt they think not long to lack, or live Its patient proxies ever. So the land. Shaken and sundered, looks from us to these, From these again to us-ward, and hears blown Upon the light breath of the doubtful hour Rumors of fear which swell men's hearts with wrath To hear of southern wars and counsels hatched That think with fright to shrink them up, and bind Their blood's course fast with threats. Eet England know. Her menace that makes cold no vein of ours May heat instead the centre and the core Of this land's pulse with fire, and in that flame The life we seek not and the crown it wears Consume together. France will rest our friend. Whether the queen find grace to live In bonds. Or bleed beneath our judgment; '.le that comes On errand thence to reconcile with us Her kin that stand yet on the adverse part Hath but in charge to do her so much good As with our leave he may, and break no bond That holds us firm in friendship ; if we will. She may be held in ward of France, and live Within the bound there of a convent wall Till death redeem her; but howe'er he speed Who hath commission with what power he may To make of our twain factions one such league As may stand fast and perfect friend with France, And in what wise by grace of us he may To do our prisoner service and entreat That grace to drop upon her, this main charge He needs must keep, to hold allied in one Scotland and France, and let our hand not plight Fresh faith instead with England; so for us PVom France looks forth no danger though she die, F'or her no help; and these void Eng lish threats. That bring no force to back them bur their own BOTHIVELL. 327 And find not us unfriended, do but blow The embers that her life still treads upon Which being enkindled shall devour it. Morton. Ay, And each day leaves them redder from the breath That fhrough the land flies clamorous for her blood From lips which boast to bear upon them laid The live coal burning of the word that God Gives them to speak against her; the south towns Are full of tongues that cry on our delay To purge the land plague-stricken with her life; He first who never feared the face of man, John Knox, and Craig his second, fill men's ears "With words as arrows edged and winged to slay; And all the wide-mouthed commons, and more loud The women than their men, stretch their shrill throats With cries for judgment on her: and herself, As parcel of the faction for her death. Takes part with them against her friends, and swears To the English envoy who was charged by stealth To plead with her for mercy on her life And privily persuade her, as we find. To cast out Bothwell from her secret thought. She would die first ere so divorce her soul From faith and hope that hangs on him, and feeds Her constant spirit with comfort which sustains His child alive within her ; for she thinks Haply to move men's hearts even by the plea That hardens them against her, being believed, For the false fruit's sake of her fatal womb. The seed of Bothwell, that with her should burn Rather than bring forth shame, and in this land Become a root of wars unborn and fire Kindled among our children. Maitland. Nay, this plea Can be but somewhile to defend her life, And put back judgment : never could she think, Though love made witless whom the world found wise. His seed might reign in Scotland- Morton. We are not So barren of our natural brood of kings As to be grafted from so vile a stock, Though he were now cut off who grows yet green Upon the stem so shaken and pierced through With cankers now that gnaw the grain away. Nor if the child whom, whatsoe'er he be, We for the kingdom's comfort needs must seem To take for true-begotten, and receive As issued of her husband's kingly blood, Should live not to take up with timely hand The inheritance whereto we hold him born; Should the crown therefore by his death derive To the queen's kin, or hand of Hamil- ton Assume the state and sway that slides from his, — His father hath a brother left alive, The younger son of Lennox, who might put More hopefully his nephew's title on Than leave it for the spoil of hungry hands That would make war upon our present state. Unseat the rule of stablished things, unmake The counsel and the creed whereby wt stand. 328 BOTH WELL. And Scotland with us, firm of foot and free Against the whole face of the weaponed world : I^ut this boy's crown shall be a golden ring To hoop and hold our state and strength in one, And with the seemly name of king make sure The rent bulk of our laboring com- monwealth, And solder its flawed sides ; his right of reign Is half our gift who reign in him, and half His heritage of blood, whose lineal name Shall not by note of usurpation strike With strangeness or offence the world's wide ear That hears a Stuart our prince's uncle crowned In the dead child's succession, and this state Made safe in him and stable to sustain What chance abroad may range or breed at home Of force to shake it. MaitliDiJ. While the child lives yet, A nearer hope than of his father's kin Looks fairer on us; yet in that life's wreck This rope might hold at need. Morton. Ay, or we fall. Who stand against the house of Hamil- ton In this man's name, — his kinsman Kuthven, Mar, Myself and Aihol, who sustain his cause Against their part alone. Maitlavd. So do you well ; Vet had I rather on the (piccn's appeal, In her dead father's and her young child's name Pleading for life, with proffer to resign Her kingdom to the council's hands or his Whom it mav mark for regent, she might live Kvtn yet our titular (picen, and in her name The counci\ govern of our trustiest heads ; While in safe ward of England or of F^rance, P'ar from his kindred, might her son grow safe, And under strange and kindlier suns his strength Wax ripe to bear a kingdom. To this end, Save Bothwell's life I see no present let, Who lives her shame and danger, but being slain Takes off from her the peril of men's tongues. And her more perilous love that while he lives It seems will never slacken till her life He made a prey for his, but in his death Dies, or lives stingless after : wherefore most It now imports us to lay hand on him, And on that capture to proclaim di- vorce Between them ere he die, as presently His death should seal it and his blood subscribe. So might she live, and bring against our cause No blame of men or danger. Morton. In my mintl. Better it were to crown her son for king. And send her for safe keeping hence in guard To live in England prisoner, while we stand As safe from her as blameless of her blood. Who reigning but in name on ^s should reign Indeed on all our enemies' hopes, and turn From us the hopeless hearts of half our friends For the bare name's sake of her seen> ing reign And mask of false-faced cmiMrc. MtiilliDtd. As I think, The main mind of the council will not bend To anv reason on our ])arts proposed BOTHWELL. 329 For her removal hence or titular | To seal some part yet of this secret rcign, Nor with the breath of our advice be blown Beside their purpose. If the queen consent That her son's head be hallowed with her crown, And hers he bare before him, she shall live, And that close record of her secret hand, The proofs and scriptures in her casket locked That seal her part in Darnley's blood- shedding, Shall yet lie dumb in darkness; else, I dread, She shall be tried by witness in them WTit, And each word there be clamorous on men's tongues As the doom uttered of her present death. And not more instant should her judg- ment be Than her swift execution; for they thmk, I know, to find no safety while she lives ; So that in no case shall she pass alive Out of this realm while power is in their lips To speed or stay her. Morton. Thev shall never think To set before all eyes the whole tale forth In popular proof and naked evidence To plead against her : Balfour, that be- trayed Her counsels to us, should then have done more scathe Than ever he did service. They must know It were not possible to let this proof Stand in the sun's sight, and such names be read For partners of her deed and not her doom As Huntley's and Argyle's. Have they not heard — What should sutifice to show if there be cause up — How dearly Bothwell held those privy scrolls Preserved as witness to confound at need The main part of his judges, and abash Their sentence with their clear com- plicity In the crime sentenced .'' yea, so dear a price He set on these, that flying for life he sends Dalgleish his trustiest servant from Dunbar To bring again from Balfour's hands to his The enamellec* casket in whose silver hold Lay the queen's letters and the bond subscribed Which at Craigmillar writ a live man dead. This was a smooth and seasonable hour For one of so soft spirit and tender heart To send and seek, for love of good days gone, A love-gift that his lady brought from France To hold sweet scents or jewels; and the man That to his envoy so delivered it, And sent our council warning to wav- lay And where to intercept it, — this was one Meet for such trust and amorous offices, Balfour, that, yielding us the castle up. Yields likewise for a sword into our hands To take by stroke of justice the queen's life His witness with what words she tempted him From her own lips, how lovingly and long. To kill her husband; yet he durst not; then How at her bidding he might well take heart. 330 BOTH WELL. She said, to do it ; yet he stood fearful off; Whereat she brake into a glimmering wrath That called him coward, and bade him live assured, If his tongue ever let this counsel forth, By her sure mean and suddenly to die. Maitland. This were a sword to drink her life indeed, But that my hope is better of the lords Than that their heart is fixed upon her death; And for the commons and their fiery tongue, The loud-lipped pilot of their windy will. This famine of their anger shall feed full, And slake its present need but with the spoil Made of the piteous remnants of her faith By the stout hand here of their friend Glencairn, Who from this chapel of her palace rends All holy ornament, grinds down with steel The images whereon Christ dies in gold, Unsanctifies her sovereign sanctuary, Unmoulds her God, and mints and marks him new. And makes his molten chalices run down Into strange shape and service : this should ease, Mcseems, the hunger of the hate they bear That creed for which they held her first in hate. And, for the secular justice to be done For his death's sake whom all these loathed alive. It should content them that the trial has passed On those we held in hand, and by this test The man whose marriage masque on that loud night Was pretext for the cjucen to lie apart From the near danger of her husband's bed, Sebastian, stands approved as innocent And no part of her purpose; while the twain Who bore the charge that was to load with death The secret house, and to their master's hands Consigned the mean of murder, have endured The perfect proof of torture, and con- fessed In the extreme pang of evidence en- forced The utmost of their knowledge. Morton. These may serve To allay men's instant angers; but much more His face should profit us whom France detains With suit and proffer from the queen- mother With all their force and flower of war or craft To help him to the crown of his own land, Or throne at least of regency therein, If he will take but France for constant friend, And turn our hearts with his from England : this Would Catherine give him for his friendship's sake Who gives her none for all this, but his hope Cleaves yet to England, though for fraud or fear Again it fail him. So being foiled and wroth. He hath, she tells him, a right English heart. And in that faith withholds him craftily From his desired dejiarture and re- turn. Which should be more of all this land desired Than of himself. This I^lj^hinstone that comes Vox him from Paris, in his master's name To plead as in her brother's for the queen. BOTH WELL. 331 Bears but the name of Murray in his mouth, Whose present eye and tongue, whose spirit and mind. Our need of him requires. When their intent Shall by the lords in council be made known To him that stands here for Elizabeth, How in her name will he receive the word That but from Murray's lip she thinks to hear, And then determine with what large response For peace or war she may resolve herself ? Maitland. If she shall find our coun- cil one in will To shed by doom of judgment the queen's blood, Even by Throgmorton's mouth I am certified That she will call on France to strike with her For this their sister's sake, and join in one Their common war to tread our treason down ; Or, if she find not aid of France, from Spain Will she seek help to hold our French allies With curb and snafHe fast of Spanish steel. For fear their powers against her lend us might That would not lend against us; she meantime, While Philip's hand hath France as by the hair, i^hall loosen on us England, to redeem That forfeit life which till the day of fight Her trust is but in Murray to preserve, Seeing he spake never word in English ear Against this queen his sister. Morton, Being returned, He shall bear witness if his heart be bent Rather to thii queen's love or that queen's fear Than to the sole weal of his natura. land, That hath more need he should take thought for her Than one of these or the other. If the lords Be purposed, as I guess, to bid the queen. Ere this month end, make choice of death or life, — To live uncrowned, and call her young son king. Or die by doom attainted, — none but he By her submission or her death must rise Regent of Scotland; and each hour that flits With louder tongue requires him, and rebukes His tardiness of spirit or foot to flee By swift and private passage forth of France To where our hearts wait that have need of him. Scene II. — Lochleven Castle. The Queen and Mary Beaton. Queen. I would I knew, before this day be dead, If I must live or die. Why art thou pale ? It seems thou art not sad, though I sit here, And thou divide my prison ; for I see Thine eye more kindled, and thy lip more calm, And hear thy voice more steadfast, than it was When we were free of body: then the soul Seemed to sit heavy in thee, and thy face Was as a water's wearied with the wind. Dim eye and fitful lip, whereon thy speech Would break and die untiraiely. Do these walls, And that wan wrinkling water at their foot. 33^ BOTH WELL. For my sake please thee ? Thou shouldst love nie well, Or hate, I know not whether, if to share The Clip wherein T drink delight the lip That pledges in it mine. Mixry Beaton. If 1 be pale. For fear it is not, nor for discontent, Here to sit bounded: I could well be pleased To shoot my thoughts no farther than this wall That is my body's limit, and to lead My whole life's length as quiet as we sit Till death fulfilled all quiet, did I know- There were no wars without, nor days for you Of change and many a turbulent chance to be Whence I must not live absent. Queen. Hast thou part, Ihink'st thou, as in time past, predes- tinate In all my days and chances ? Mary Beaton. Yea, I know it. Queen. If thou have grace to proph- esy, perchance Canst thou tell too how I shall fare forth hence, — If cjuick or dead ? I had rather so much know Than if thou love or hate me. Mary Beaton. Truly, then. My mind forecasts with no great ques- tioning You shall pass forth alive. Queen. What, to my death ? Mary Beaton. To life, and death that comes of life at last : I know not when it shall. Queen. I would be sure If our good guardian know no more than thou : 1 think she shoultl ; vet if she knew I think I should not long desire to know as nuu h, Hut the utmost thing that were of her foreknown Should in niine eye stand open. Mary Beaton. She is kind. Queen. I would she were a man that had such heart : So might it do me service, Mary Beaton. So it may. Queen. How? in her son.-* Av haply, could I bring Mine own heart down to feed theii hearts with hope. They might grow great enough to do me good. I tell thee yet, I thought indeed to die When I came hither. 'Tis but five weeks gone, — Five, and two days : I keep the count of days Here; I can mind the smell of the moist air As we took land, and when we got to horse I thought I never haply might ridt more. Nor hear a hoof's beat on the glad green ground, Nor feel the free steed stretch him to the way, Nor his flank bound to bear me : then meseemed Men could not make me live in prison long; It were unlike my bemg, out of my doom ; Free should I live, or die. Then came these walls. And this blind water shuddering at the sun. That rose ere we had ten miles ridden: and here The black boat rocked that took nn feet off shore. And set them in this prison; and as I came The honev-heavy heather touched m\ sense Well-nigh to weeping: I did think to die, .And smell naught sweeter than the naked grave. Vet sit we not among the worms and roots, lUit can see this much, — from the round tower heie. The scjuare walls of the main towe^ opposite. BOTH WELL. 333 And the bare court between ; a gracious sight. Yet did they not so well to let me live, If they love life too; I will find those friends That found these walls and fears to fence me with A narrower lodging than this seven feet's space That yet I move in, where nor lip nor limb Shall breathe or move forever. Mary Beaton. Do you think You shall not long live bound .-^ Queen. Impossible. I would have violent death, or life at large ; And either speedy. Were it in their mind To slay me here and swiftly, as I thought, Thou wouldst not here sit by their leave with me : They get not so much grace who are now to die, And could not need it ; yet I have heard it said The headsman grants what sort of grace he may — A grievous grace — to one about to bleed That asks some boon before his neck lie down ; Thy face was haply such a boon to me, Being cradle-fellows and fast-hearted friends. To see before I died, and this the gift Given of my headsmen's grace : what think'st thou ? Mary Beaton. Nay, That I know naught of headsmen. Queen. Thou hast seen — It is a sharp, strange thing to see men die. I have prayed these men for life, thou knowest, — have sent Prayers in my son's and my dead father's name. Their kings that were and shall be, and men say One was well loved of the people, and their love Is good to have, a goodly stay — and yet I do not greatly think I fear to die. I would not put off life yet; if I live, For one thing most shall these men pay me dear, — That I was ever touched with fear of death. Thou hast heard how seeing a child on the island once. Strayed over from the shore, I cried to him Through the pierced wall, between five feet of stone. To bid my friends pray God but for my soul. My body was worth little ; and they thought I was cast down with bitter dread of heart : Please God, for that will I get good revenge. I dream no more each night now on my lord. And yet God knows how utterly I know I would be hewn in pieces — yea, I think — Or turned with fire to ashes for his sake : Surely I would. Enter Lady Lochleven. Lady Lochleven. Good morrow to your grace. Queen. Good madam, if the day be good or no Our grace can tell not; while our grace had yet The grace to walk an hour in the sun's eye With your fair daughters and our bed- fellows About your battlements that hold us fast. Or breathe outside the gateway where our foot Might feel the terrace under, we might say The morn was good or ill : being here shut up. We make no guesses of the sun, but think To find no more good morrows. 334 BOTH WELL. Lady Loc/ilez'en. Let your grace Chide not in thought with me; for this restraint, That since your late scarce intercepted flight lias been imposed upon me, from my heart I think you think that I desired it not. Queen. Ay, we were fools, we Maries twain, and thought To be into the summer back again, And see the broom blow in the golden world, — The gentle broom on hill. For all men's talk And all things come and gone yet, yet I find I am not tired of that I see not here, — The sun, and the large air, and the sweet earth. And the hours that hum like fire-flies on the hills As they burn out and die, and the bowed heaven, And the small clouds that swim and swoon i' the sun, And the small flowers. Now should I keep these things But as sweet matter for my thoughts in French. To set them in a sonnet, here at home 1 read too plain in our own tongue my doom. To see them not, and love them. I*ardon me : I would have none weep for me but my foes, And then not tears. Be not more dis- content Than I to think that you could deem of me As of one thankless; who were thank- less found. Not knowing that by no will or work of yours I sit sujjpressed thus from the sun : 'tis mine. My fault that smites me; and my masters' will, N'ot mine or vours, it is, that for my fault Devised this penance; which on me wrought out May fall again on them. Lady Lochleven. Madam, alas ! I came on no such errand to your grace As lacked more words to make it sad than those It was to speak; and these have I put back Too long and idly. Here are now at gate Three messengers sent from the parlia- ment To speak with you. Queen. With us to speak .' you know. Nor chamberlain nor herald have we here To marshal men before us. Let them come. Whom all our kingdom left could keep not out From this high presence-chamber. Stay : I would not Be stricken unaware, nor find in you That which I thought not ; it were out of kind, Unwomanlike, to give me to their hands Who came to slay me, knowing not why they came ; Is it for that } ' Lady Lochlez The cjueen desires To know of her born subject till she die, And keeper of her prison, if these men Be come to slay her. Lady Lochle-ten. They come to bid your grace — Queen. Bid my grace do their bid- ding.'' that is like ; BOTH WELL. 335 That I should do it were unlike. I must live, I see, this some while yet. What men are these ? Lady Lochlez'en. The first, Sir Robert Melville; then the lords Ruthven and Lindsay. Queen. Bid my first friend in, While one friend may be bidden; he, I think. Can come but friendlike. \Exit Lady Lochleven. What should these desire ? One head of theirs I swore last month to have. That then beheld me, some day, if that hand Whereon I swore should take not first my life. And one, the son of him that being nigh dead Rose from his grave's edge to pluck down alive A murdered man before him, — what should he Bring less than murder, being his father's son, [n such a hand as his that stabbed my friend ? Mary Beaton. Perchance they come to take your crown, not life. Queen. What, my name too ? but till I yield it them, They have but half the royal thing they hold, The state they ravish; and they shall not have My name but with my life ; while that sits fast, As in my will it sits, I am queen, and they My servants yet that fear to take my life ; For so thou seest they fear ; and I did ill. That in first sight of present-seeming death Made offer to resign into their hands What here is mine of empire: I shall live, And being no queen I live not. • Enter Sir Robert Melville. Welcome, sir ; I have found, since ever times grew strange with me. Good friends of your good brother and yourself. And think to find. What errand have you hero ? Sir R. Melville. Let not your majesty cast off the thought Which calls me friend, though I be first to bear An evil errand. 'Tis the council's mind That you shall live, and in their hand the proofs Shall die that plead against you — Queen. Is this ill .-' I know not well what proof that man could show Would prove men honest that make war on faith, Show treason trusty, bleach rebellion white. Rid liars look loyal; and much less I know What proof might speak against me from their lips Whose breath may kill and quicken evidence, Or what good change of mind rebuke the lie That lived upon them; but that I must live, And of their proofs unspotted, sounds not worse Than if a friend had come to bear me word That I must die belied. Sir R. Melville. Upon these terms Are they content for you to live in ward : — That you yield up as with free hand the crown And right of kingdom to your son, who straight At Stirling shall receive it from their hands ; Else shall your grace be put to trial, and bear The doom ensuing, with what of mortal weight May hang upon that sentence. Queen. Sir, melhought This word of doom for shame's sake now was dead 33(5 BOTinvF.r r.. Even in their mouths that first it soiled, and made Even shamclessness astonished ; not again We thought to hear of judgment, \vc that are, While yet we are any thing, and yet must be. The voice which deals, and not the ear which lakes, Judgment. God gave man might to murder me, Who made me woman, weaker than a man ; But God gave no man right, I think, to judge, Who made me royal. Come then, I will die : I did not think to live. Must I die here ? Sir R. Melville. Madam, my errand — Queen. Ay, sir, is received Here in my heart : I thank you ; but you know I had no hope before ; yet sounds it strange That should not sound, to die at such men's hands, A queen, and at my years. Forgive me, sir : Me it not comforts to discomfort you, Who are yet my friend — as much as man on earth — If anv, you — that come to bid mc die. Sir J\. Meh'ille. Be not cast down so deep : I have an errand From the English queen, your friend, and here cnsheathed l>y mv sword's secret side, for your fair hand A letter writ from her ambassador Praying you subscribe what thing my comrades will, Since naught whereto your writing was com|)elled Pan hang hereafter on you as a chain When but for this bond written you stand free. Queen. Av, I know that: how speaks Elizabeth.? Sir A'. AMTille. She bids you at all times account of her As a sure friend and helpful ; has, 1 know. Indeed no mind to fail you. Queen. This your comfort Is no small comfort to me; I had rather I)e bounden to her than any prince alive. Is it her counsel, then, that I subscribe My traitors' writing.? I will do it. But, sir. Of those that sit in state in Edinburgh Which was it chose you for my com- forter } I know my lord of Morton would send none ; It was the secretary? Sir R. Melville. Madam, the same. Queen. Did I not well then, think you, when I cast This body of mine between him and the swords That would have hewn his body? [ did think He was my friend. Bid now mine ene- mies in. And I will sign what sort of shame they will. And rid them hence. Efiter Lindsay and t/ie youns^er Ruth- YEN. 'Tis five weeks gone, mv lord, [To Lindsay. Since last we looked on vou ; for you, fair sir, [To RUTHVEN. .A. vcar I think and four good months are sjied Since, at that father's back whose name you bear, I saw vour face dashed red with blood Mv lords, Ye come to treat with us ambassa dors Sent from our subjects ; and we cannc i choose, Being held of them in bonds from whom ve come, But give vou leave to speak. Lindsay. Thus, briefly, madam : — If you will live to die no death by •doom, This threefold bond of contract that we bring BOrnWELL. 337 Requires your hand ; wherein of your free will First must you yield the crown of Scot- land up To your child's hand; then by this sec- ond deed The place and name of regent through this realm To the earl of Murray shall you here assign, Or, if he list not take this coil in hand. Then to the council ; last, this deed em- powers The lords of Mar and Morton with my- self To set the crown upon the young king's head. These shall you sign. Queen. These I shall sign, or die. ViwX. hear you, sirs : when hither you brought these. Burned not your hearts within you by the way Thinking how she that should subscribe was born King James's daughter ? that this shameful hand, Fit to sustain nor sword nor staff o' the realm, Hath the blood in it of those years of kings That tamed the neck and drove with spurs the sides Of this beast people that now casts off me .'' Ay, this that is to sign, no hand but this Throbs with their sole inheritance of life Who held with bit and bridle this bound land, And made it pace beneath them. What are ye That I should tell you so, whose fathers fought Beneath my fathers } Where my grand- sire fell, And all this land about him, were there none That bore on Flodden, sirs, such names as yours. And shamed them not ? Heard no men past of lords, That for the king's crown gave theii crown of life For death to harry ? Did these grieve or grudge To be built up into that bloody wall That could not fence the king.^* Were no dead found Of that huge cirque wherein my grand- sire lay, But of poor men and commons ? Yea, my lords, I think the sires that "bred you had not heart As men have writ of them, but sent to fight For them their vassals visored with their crests. And these did well, and died, and left your sires That hid their heads forever and lived long. The name and false name of their deeds and death. How should their sons else, how should ye, being born, If born ye be, not bastards, of those lords Who gat this lying glory to be called Loyal, and in the reek of a false field To fall so for my fathers, — how, I say, Dare sons of such come hither, how stand here, From off the daughter's head of all those kings To pluck the crown that on my fathers' heads Ye say they died to save ? I will not sign : No, let some Flodden sword dip in my bl ood ; Here I sit fast, and die. — Good friend that was, \To Sir R. Melville. Tell my great sister that you saw my hand Strive, and leave off to sign : I had no skill To shape false letters. Ruthven. Madam, no man here But knows by heart the height of your stout words And strength of speech or swec'/rgs all this breath 33^^ BOTinVELL. Can blow not back the storm yourself raised up, Whose tempest shakes the kingdom from vour hand, And not men's hate. You have been loved of men ; All faith of heart, all honor possible. While man might give, men gave you. Now those deeds Which none against your will enforced you do Have set that spirit against you in men's minds, That till you die (as then your memory may). Nor your fair beauty nor your fiery heart Can lay with spells asleep. Sir R. Melville [aside). I pray you, madam, Think on mine errand. Queen. Wherefore should I sign? If I be queen that so unqueen myself. What shall it profit me to give my foes This one thing mine that hallows me, this name, This royal shadow.^ If I be no queen, Let me bleed here ; as being uncrowned I know That I shall die of all your promises. Lindsay. We came not, madam, to ]:»ut force on you. And save your life by violence ; but take note, {Laying his hand on her arm. As in this hand your own is fast, and hath No power till mine give back its power again To strive or sign, so fast are you in ward, For life or death, of them that bid you live And be no queen, or die. Queen. I thank you, sir. That of your love and courtesy have set This knightlv sign upon mv woman's flesh For proof if I be (juecn or no, that bear Such writing on my body of men's hands To seal mine abdication. Sirs, read here : What need I sign again .-• Here may men see If she be queen of Scotland on whose arm Are writ such scriptures as I wist not yet Men's eyes might read on any woman born. Yet will I write, being free, to assure myself This is my hand indeed that wears the sign Which proves it vassal to the stronger. Sirs, Take back your papers; and albeit, mv lord. The conquest you have made of me, henceforth Lift up your heart with pride, I pray you yet. Boast not yourself on women overmuch, Lest being their conqueror called, and praised for that, Men call you too their tyrant. Once and twice Have we grasped hands : the third time they shall cross Must leave one cold forever. Nay, I pray, W^ho may command not surely, yet I pray, Speak not, but go : ye have that ye came for ; go. And make your vaunt to have found so meek a thing As would yield all, and thank you. {Exeunt Lindsay, Kituvkn, <7W S'R K. Melville. Hast thou read Of sick men healed with baths of chil- dren's blood .'' I must be healed of this my plague <>: shame, This sickness of disgrace they leave with me, loathing in theirs my body. Mary Beaton. In such streams You have washed your hands already. Queen. What, in war "*. Ay, there I have seen blood shed for ^»>c. and yet BOTH WELL. 339 Wept not nor trembled; if my heart shrink now, it is for angry pity of myself That I should look on shame. Mary Beaton. What shame, my queen ? Queen. Thy queen ? why, this, that I, queen once of Scots, Am no more now than thine. Call back the lords: I will unsign their writing, and here die ; It were the easier end. Mary Beaton. It is your will — Forgive me, madam — on this cause again To grapple with Lord Lindsay } Queen. True, not yet ; Thou thought'st to make me mad, remembering that ; But it hath made me whole. My wits are sound. Remembering I must live. When I have slept. Say I would gladly see the kindlier face Again of our dear hostess with her son To put those angry eyes out of my sight That lightened late upon me ; say, bemg sad. And (if thou wilt) being frighted, I must find The comfortable charities of friends More precious to me. 'Tis but truth, I am fain. Being tired, to sleep an hour : mine eyes are hot ; Where tears will come not, fire there breeds instead. Thou knowest, to burn them through. Let me lie down ; I will expect their comforts in an hour. \Exeunt. Scene TIL — Holyrood. Maitland and Sir Nicholas Throgmorton. Throgtnorton. Why would your coun- cil give no ear to me Ere they rode hence so hot to crown their prince ? Why hear not first one word ? Maitland. One threat the more From your queen's lips bequeathed by rote to yours. Or one more promise } If we run her course, This queen will leave us in the briers, we know. There to lie fast or labor till the thorns Have rent our flesh and raiment. Throgmorton. Sir, take thought If help were sent not at the siege of Leith, When France had grasped you by the throat, and sea To land gave battle, from that sove- reign's hand Whom now ye trust not. Maitlajid. Ay, for her own ends She cast the French out, and flung back their power Which here was deadly to her, and of that deed Had recompense with surety : but what aid Must we now look for of her, on whose will Hang all our enemies' hopes 1 I would I had been Banished seven years my country, and your queen On that condition had but as a friend Dealt freely with us. Let her now proclaim, Her own seed failing, this our prince her heir. And England shall no less have care of him Than we his lineal servants; else, if hence We yield him to your keeping, mea will say We have given our natural master to be kept As among wolves a sheep, and made our hope The fosterling of danger: and small trust Should we put in her that has newly dealt By secret message to subvert our state, We know, with those indeed of oui queen's kin From whose report we know it. 340 BOTIIIVELL. Throoniortou. What have they said ? Maiilauii. That you brought proffers of her aid and love To incite their arms, to quicken the slow snake Whose sting lies cold yet in their policy, I'.ut watched and warmed of her with hand and eye The perfect poison should put forth, and thrust At once the hot and cloven tongue of war I'Lven in our face and bosom ; but for fear, It may be, or being yet at heart's root Scots, — For this or that cause, through false heart or true. So is it, that in doubt of your good mind Toward them or Scotland, in whose breast you sought To make the mutual swords of her own sons Clash as they crossed once more, drink- ing her blood, Thev sent us word of all your embassy. 'J'lnoi^mortoi. But you, whate'er these thought or feigned to think. Think no such foolish evil as fools may, — Deem not of England as the Scot who deems She hath no will, no line of life, no ho])e. No thought but Scotland's ruin, and our queen No sense of aught here done, — her sister's doom. The people's rage, the council's pur- pose, — naught P.ut where to find in these a guileful mean To strike at Scotland? why, these fears are old. White-bearded dreams, suspicions long grown gray, I )angcrs and doubts toothless and eye- less now That fright nor babe nor dotard; and your thought Kinds 'room for such? What profit should she have To turn your swords against each other's throats, And pick some privy chance of vantage up That fell between vour factions at her feet ? Such chance indeed of vantage might there fall For your own queen, who nowise has been slow To nurse the chance, and wait on it anc' serve. From strifes rekindled and requicken ing claims Set each at each in England, whence or craft Or force might filch or seize for Scot- land's sake Some no less jewel than her eye ere now Was fixed so fast on, even the crown that hangs In doubt yet of unsure inheritance. As hangs not yours for us to pluck at, who. Reign whoso may when this (pieen's life is quenched. In Scotland sliall reign never. MaitUitid. That I know. And this no less : that he who reigns shall reign Never by right of England's leave or love. Her ward or servant; as, this queen removed. Haply ye hope her lineal heir might be. And in that hope work with these I lamiltons To strike at us in Mary's name, and jiluck Death from our hands upon her; yon, your (|ueen, And they her kinsfolk, all ye seek her death ; No word but of her freedom in your mouths, No end than this less looked for in your hearts. Speak to the council as but nf>w to me, Defv them in her cause, not all the world lor three days' space shall save her BOTHWELL. 341 TJirogmorton. Nay, not we Desire the queen's death at your hand provoked, Kut here from Tullibardine's mouth I know Her kin at secret heart desire no less; And will ye but allow their house its right By heritage to reign, no need, they say. To take more care for her, who privily May be put out of life, and no man more In that dead name be troubled; and again, 11 they with no such promise bemg assured Shall not join hands with you, and Elngland then Shall bring the queen back whom ye spared to slay, Ye are lost, and they not winners. Therefore is it Thac of Lord Mar and of yourself I seek Help for the queen's deliverance, who being dead Can profit no man but your foes and ours That love not England more than they love you, Nor you than they love England : shall not both With their own cause take part ? Maitland. It is too late ; What part should we take with you, to what end, Since all the council knows your traffic now With their chief foes, and how being there betrayed You can but bring us such a friendship back As they would none of? Throgtnorton. Sir, if yet you fear, If you suspect yet that our queen desires To speed the death of yours or make it sure By pleading for her, or by threat of war Denounced for her sake, let this letter be The seal and warrant of our single heart, Wherein she threatens war, — but smile not yet, — If in his mother's name for him dis- crowned Ve crown the child that has but wailed one year. This should the lords have seen ; but even for doubt Lest it should set their spirits on such fire As but her blood shed presently could slake, Ana this be deemed its aim indeed at heart And privy purpose of her hand who writ, Your eye alone must read that reads it now And the lord Murray's; for they know that send. And with it send me this for secret charge, They know the truth and heat of fiery will That urges our queen's heart upon this war, And for no end but for her sake who sits Held fast in bonds of her own subjects born, And with her all the majesty on earth That walks with monarchs, and no king alive But wears some shameful parcel of her chain. Maitland. Though this be truth, yet they that hold it false Will join in wrath with them that hold it true. Even for the threat's sake and f«>i shame, will join To write red answer in the slaii. queen's blood Back to the queen that threatens. Nay, herself Who sits in bonds yet of us will not vield To come forth singly safe, nor give consent That Bothwell should fare worse than she, or have More harm or danger; and being thua incensed, 34^ BOTinVEI.I.. A three-edged weapon in the council's hand Is drawn to smite at need, a treble charge Whereon to impeach her : on that stat- ute first Made of this land's religion seven years since. Which though she signed not, yet its breach in her Shall stand for guilt before them; and thereto Shall she be challenged of incontinence With more than Bothwell, who by noteless nights Have made her bed adulterous, and of each The proof that seals her shame in him, they say. Lies in their hand ; last, of her mur- dered lord Their warrant cries against her; and from these No man may think to quit her nor secure. Save he that here comes timeliest for such toil As none beside may take upon his hand. Enter MURRAY. Welcome, my lord, and to a land that lacks As never yet it lacked or looked for you. What comfort bring you for her wounds from France Besides that present help of hand and head We heard returned an hour since.' Murray. Sir, thus much : All of our faith in France will in our cause Live or die fighting; gold, and men in arms. Will flow thence on us in full stream and free If Scotland set but ojien hand or breast To greet them coming; they will buy our love At what best price they may. 77ir(xinort(>n. Hut you, my lord, Vhat have loved Fngland ever, and that know The worth and unworth weighed of either friend, French faith or English, will not surely buy With heavy hate of England the light love That ?>ance and fraud would sell you; nor for this Cast off the fortune and the peace unborn That may bind fast in one strong rinjj of sea Two jewels become one jewel, one such land As from the stout fort of a single heart Fixed like a sea-rock might look forth and laugh Upon the under w\ars of all the world. And see not higher the heads of king- doms risen Than of small waves in summer.? Will you pluck This hope out of the hopeful hand of time Ere he can gather, — this good fruit that grows On the green present branch of time's gray tree To feed the future where the hungry past Could get but blood for bread, and with bare steel Died starved and smitten ? Murray. Sir, when I came in By secret flight from France, out of the guard Wherein I lived inwalled with watch of men That the court set about me to with- hold My foot from England ; when an Eng- lish boat Had borne me oversea by secret night From privy port to port, — at the long last I saw your queen's face darken on mine own As on a servant favor-fallen, that came To take rebuke, and speak not ; in her speech I found no note of favor, no good word, Nor honor such as late in France I found, BOTH WELL. 343 And finding fled from: sharply with strange eyes She glanced against me ; taxed me with the bonds Wherein men held my sister; half a threat Was all her promise ; I returned but this,— I would be still a Scotsman, and this land I had more mind to serve, and do her good, Than either of these queens ; so parted thence Unfriendlike, yet with no breach openly Proclaimed of friendship ; and being here, my mind Is yet to serve no mistress but alone This earth my bones were bred of, this kind land Which moulded me and fostered; her strong milk Put manhood in my blood, and from my heart If she that nurtured need it now to drink I think not much to shed it. If those lords In whom her power now stands shall with one mouth Bid me put on this weight of regency, For no man's fear shall I deny them : she, Your queen, that threatens me with ignominy If I obey their choice and call, must know That to God only and my heart, those twain That are one eye to know me and to judge, Will I refer it; and of them bemg known That with pure purpose and no soiled intent [ take this charge up, I will bear it through To the right end. Yet, ere my mind be fixed, I will behold her that was queen, and see How sits the spirit within her; but howe'er, Till Pothwell in our hands lie trapped and dead She must not pass forth free ; and we will hold No traffic for the bear's skin merchant like Before the bear be caught ; but if your queen Proclaim against us therefore war, be sure We will not lose our lives, yield up our lands. And bear repute of rebels through the world, Who might, how loath soe'er, in all men's eyes Make our cause clear as righteousness: the proofs Which in our hands lie darkling yet, but bear The perfect witness of those ill deeds past That bring her thus in danger of our doom And righteous peril of all-judging law. Must to the world's eye nakedly set forth What cause is hers, and ours; when if I stand In the king's likeness of the state elect. To him in me shall all knees bend, and hearts Kneel subjected; for them that hold apart. No head shall stand of any Hamilton That shall not bow before my sword or me. Scene IV. — Lochleven Castle. The Queen ^;/^/ George Douglag. Queen. Will he be here to-day ? Ala?, my friend ! I made my hope of this till he shouP. come. And now he comes I would not loo'* on him. I know not what put hope into my feay That this your mother's and my father'o son Should do me good for evil. George Douglas. Madam, I think The mind can be but good that mar shals him 344 BOTH WELL. To your fair presence ; nay, though even his soul Were damned so deep as to desire your death, He durst not come to show us his purpose here Who were not chosen for murderers at his hire, Init guards and servants that would shed their lives Ere yours should look on danger. Queen. That we know, And have no better wage than love to give. Which more to give we grudge not, being so poor. Than from your queen's hands you disdain to take ; But what knows he ? For aught our brother knows, Your mother and yourself are envious guards That hate me for my faith as for my fault. And hold your hands but till he bids you slay. Or yield me to my slayers. Ah ! my last knight, You shall do well to leave me at my need : He will command you : when this brother knows I am not hated, think you then my friend Shall not be chidden from me ? George Dcmi^las. When my life Is bidden from my body : not till then Shall I be found obedient. Kilter Lady I.ochleven. Queen. l»e but wise, And wisdom shall not let you dis- obey. Our noble hostess, you have borne a son, I dare not say more noble, but I dare More simple, than his elders, — one whose heart .Stands fast when fortune stands not, and re(|uires, As other men do i)ower and j.'li)ry and gold, No guerdon but the nu-nioiy writ of him To have been most true when fortune was most false. And most to have loved whom she most hated : this Shall not of them be written. Come you not To bring one to me that shall never sin As he by faith and folly? I would say Of my great brother and your kingly son Nothing but good ; yet can nor you nor I Say that he loves me and my fallen estate More than the power he comes to take from me. Or rather from their hands that ere he came Had rent it out of mine. Nay, look not sad : You should be merrier than my mother might, Were she now living. Lady Lochleven. God shall witness me What joy I have of such a guest, or pride To be so stricken, madam, of your tongue Chastising me for trium]ih : if my heart Exalt itself for this day's sake, God knows. Who hears you mock me Queen. Nay, I said no scorn ; I had rather need to pray you in his name Scorn not at me. Let him come in'. I know What ceremony my masters should jnil on Were but to mock their servant. Enter MURRAY, Athol, breathe But low and fearful, till the right be weighed That must in pity's spite and fear's be done. Or this land never thrive. For thai right's sake. And not for hatred or rebellious heart, Do men require that judgment pass on you. And bring forth execution : the broad world 346 BOTHWELL, Expects amazedly when wc that rule Shall purge this' land of blood, which now looks red In the world's eye, and blushing not for shame Blushes with bloodshed ; in men's gen- eral mouths The name of Scot is as a man's attaint Of murderous treason, or as his more vile That for base heart and fear, or hire of gold. With folded hands watches the hands that slay Grow great in murder ; and God's heavy doom Shall be removed not from us, nor his wrath, Well may we fear, shall lighten, till the deed That reeks as recent yet toward the fair heavens Be thoroughly cleansed with judgment. Queen. Must I too lileed to make Scotland clean of baser blood Than this she seeks of mine ? Murray. If you shall die, Bethink you for what cause, and that sole thought Shall seal your lips up from all pride of plea That would put in between your deed and doom The name of queen to cover you. No age That lived on earth red-handed with- out law Ever let pass in peace and unchastised Such acts as this that yet in all men's ears Rings as a cry unanswered. When your lord Lay newly murdered, and all tongues of friends Were loud in prayer to you to save your name From stain of accusation, and yield u]) That head to judgment which the whole world held Blood-guilty, first with subtle stretch of time Did you put back the trial, then devise To make it fruitless save of mockery; next, I cannot say for shame what shame foregone Moved you to put upon this loathing land That great dishonor to behold and bear The man your lover for its lord, and you. Queen of all Scots and thrall of one most base. While yet the ring was from his finger warm That sealed it first, and on his wedded hand The young blood of your hubband, ere the print Had cooled of marriage or of murder, — you In the hot circle of his amorous arms A new-espoused adulteress. Will you say You were enforced or by false counsels bent To take him to your bosom ? In what eye Was not the foregone commerce of your loves As bare as shame ? what ear had heard not blown His name that was your sword and paramour. Whose hand in yours was now as steel to slay, Now as a jewel for love to wear, a pledge Hot from your lips and from your hus- band's heart ? Who knew not what should make this man so proud That none durst speak against him of your friends But must abide for answer unaware The peril of the swords that followed him ? Went he not with you where you went, and bade Men come and go, do this or do not, stand Or pass as pleased him, ere that day had risen Which gave the mockery of a ravished bride tiOTHWELL. 347 To the false violence of his fraudful rape That hardly she could feign to fear, or hide The sweetness of the hour when she might yield That which was his before, and in men's eyes Make proof of her subjection ? Nay, forbear ; Plead not for shame that force was put on you To bear that burden and embrace that shame For which your heart w»s hungry : foe nor friend Could choose but see k, and that the food desired Must be but mortal tc you. Think on this, — How you came hither crowned these six years gone. In this same summer month, and with what friends (Jirt round about, and guarded with what hopes, And to a land how loving; and these years. These few brief years, have blown from off your boughs All blossom of that summer, though nor storm Nor fire from heaven hath wrecked nor wind laid low That stately tree that shadowed a glad land. But now being inly gnawn of worms to death. And made a lurking-place for poisonous things To breed and fester at its rotten root. The axe is come against it. None save you Could have done this, to turn all hearts and hands. That were for love's sake laid before your feet, To fire and iron whetted and made hot To war against you. No man lives that knows What is your cause, and loathes not; though for craft Or hope of vantage some that know will seem To know not, and some eyes be rather blind Than see what eyeless ignorance in its sleep. If but it would, must needs take note of : none Whose mind is maimed not by his own mere will. And made perforce of its own deed l^erverse, Can read this truth awry. What have you clone } Men might weep for you, yea, behold- ing it. The eyes of angels melt : no tide of tears Could wash from hand or soul the sin- ful sign That now stands leprous there ; albeit God knows Myself for very pity could be glad By mine own loss to ransom you, and set Upon your soul again the seal of peace. And in your hand its empire ; but your act Has plucked out of men's hearts that fain would keep The privilege of mercy. God alone Can lose net that forever, but retains For all sins done that cry for judgment here The property of pity, which in man Were mere compliance and confederacy With the sin pardoned. So shall you do best. Being thus advised, to entertain the hope Of nothing but God's mercy, and hence- forth Seek that as chiefcst refuge ; for in man There shall no trust deliver you, nor free Body nor soul from bonds. Weep not for that; But let your tears be rather as were hers That wept upon the feet of God, and bought With that poor price her pardon. \4S BO Til WELL. Queen. So should I, If grief more great may buy it than any o*" theirs That had sinned more than I ; nay, such have been, And have been pardoned. I have done ill, and given My name for shame to feed on, put mine honor Into mine enemies' keeping, made my fame A prey and pasture for the teeth of scorn. I dare not say I wist not by what mean I should be freed of one that marred my life, Who could by no mean else be quit of him Save this blind way of blood: yet men there were More wise than I, men much less wronged of him, That led me to it, »nd left me ; but indeed I cite not them to extenuate by strange aid Mine own rash mind and unadvised- ness, 7'hat brought forth fruit of death ; yet must you know What counsels led me by the hand, and whence My wrath was fostered; and how all alone. How utterly uncomforted, and girt With how great i)cril, when the man was slain, I stood, and found not you to counsel me, And no man else that loved; and in such need, If I did ill to seek to that strong hand Which had for me done evil, — if evil it were To avenge me of mine enemy, — what dicl they That by their hands and voices on his side Put force on me tt) wed him ? \'ct I sav not, I was indeed enforced : I will not mock With one false plea my penitent heart, nor strive With words to darken counsel, noi incep.se By foolishness your wisdom, to jMovokc A judgment heavier than I wail for nay, Vou have not said that bitter thing oi me That I may dare unsay ; what most 1 would, I must deny not : yet I pray vou think, Kven as might God, being just, what cause I had. What plea to lighten my sore load of sin, — Mismated and miscounselled, and had seen Of my sad life not wholly nineteen years When I came hither crowned; as yet would God Your head, my brother, had endured for mine That heaviness of honor, and this hand The weight of Scotland, that being laid in mine Has fallen and left it maimed, and on my brows A mark as his whose temples for his crime Were ringed with molten iron ! l\ake them now. Though but for pity of me that pray you take, And bear them better than I did ; for me. Though no plea serve me in the sight of man. Nor grace excuse my fault, I am yet content. If I may live but so much time in bonds As may suffice for ("lod to pardon me, Who shall not long put off to j^ardon, then .Shut eyes and slocji to death. Munay. I had thought tcvnight To speak no more with you, but let that hope Which only in God's name I gave you bear What fruit it might with prayer and watching : yet POTHWF.LL. 349 Take comfort, and assure yourself of life, And, if it may be, honor; one of these I may take on me to redeem, and one So as I may will I preserve from death Dealt of men's tongues that murder it. But you, Keep these things in your heart : that if you raise Within this realm a faction, or devise To break these bonds, I shall not keep an hour This power I have to save you ; nor shall keep If France or England be by word of yours Stirred up to strike at our frail peace ; nor yet If you shall cleave to him that should for shame As from this land be cast out from your heart : But if toward God your faults be faith- fully In good men's sight acknowledged, and that life You led with your false lord, and all sins past. Loathed and lamented, and in days to be The living purpose in you manifest Of a more modest habit, and a life More nobly fashioned; if the slaughter done On your dead husband seem of you abhorred, And those ill days misliked wherein your fame Drank mortal poison from his murder- er's hand, — If this be seen, and that your mind lives clear From counsel of revenge upon those lords Who sought your reformation, nor with hope Nor dangerous forethought of device to be Renews itself to do them some day wrong, — Then may you now sit safe, and un- reproved Expect an end of bondage ; for at large You cannot think to live yet, who in time May haply by repentance be restored, And, for your prison somewhile here endured. Find yet your throne again, and sit renewed More royal than men wist who saw the ship Put in from France that bore you. Queen. O my friend, O brother, found now father to me too, Who have raised and rebegotten mt from death. By how much less I thank you for m\ life, Think so much more for honor I give thanks That you raise up the hope in me to have Which was nigh dead for shame. Oh ! let me hold {Etnhracing him. My comfort in mine arms, and with dumb lips Kiss you my thanks : I looked for less than this, But yet for comfort of you. One thing more. Having so much, will I require, and cease, — Even for my son's sake and mine own to lay The charge upon you of this regency Which none might bear so noble, nor bring back Her peace again to Scotland, as I know Your hand shall bring; and, had I known betimes, T had not started from its curb aside. Nor set against its strength, in no good hour, The feebleness of mine. But if your heart Be large enough to let forgiveness in Of mv wrongs done, and days of wan- ton will, Take this charge too, — to keep for me the forts Of all that was my kingdom : I would have Nothing of mine lie now not in your hand. 350 BOTinVELL. Keep too my jewels ; all I had of worth, What help without you should I have of it, What profit or what surety ? Let your heart Cast her not out who prays you of your grace, Take these in trust and me. Murray. I may not these ; But vou, that put yourself into my trust, I will not fail. Queen. Nay, you shall keep them too. Murray. I would not put my hand forth uncompelled To take for life and death the burden up That burns as fire, and bows the back that bears As with an iron load ; and certainly He that shall take this kingdom on his hand, I think, shall live not long : nor pride nor hope. But very love and strong necessity. Could only bow me down to obey their will Who should enforce on mine the task to bear This grievous office, that if Scotland bid I for her sake must bear till I may die. But if I be not bidden, {<-,\ no love Or fear, or lust of kingdom, will I seek The labor and the grief of that great charge That I may live and feel not. Quecu. By my lips. That have no royal right to speak for her Now, think that yet she bids you, seeing none else To undo mine evil done on her, and heal The wounds mine enemies and myself have made In her sweet peace; she hath no stay but you : Whom other should she seek to } And for me Again I dare not urge you, but my heart U turned into a prayer that pleads with yours To lend its weakness comfort of youi strength By taking off its fears ; these that break mine Can bow not yours : oh ! take from nu that weight Which were to you but sport and orna ment, — The natural honor of a hand so strong And spirit elect of all men's souls alive To do a work imperial. Murray. If not else But by me only may this land find peace. By me, then, shall it. For your private charge. Impute not to me for default of love That I beseech you lay no more on me Than public need enforces: in my trust Your treasures were no safer than they stand Now that I keep them not, and no man's tongue Can tax me with them as detained from you By fraud or usurpation ; which mine car Were loth to know was muttered. Queen. But you see Nor thev nor I have surety save in you : Let it be seen of them that else may doubt. How thankfully I trust you ; even for that Do thus, to do me good in men's report When they shall see us at one: from mine own hand. Except you take them, shall they not be rent By rraft or force of hidden or harrying hands That could not wrest from yours what mine must yield For fault of you to help me? Murray. As you will. I would not cross you where I might content : Yet willingly I cannot take on me More charge than needs of privy trusts to keep That bring men's blame about them but in this My will shall be your servant. nOTIIlVELL. 351 Re-enter Lady Lochleven and George Douglas. For this time I take farewell : be patient, and seek peace Whence God may send it. — To your gentler hand, While yet the Lady Mary lives in ward, Behooves not me commend her, being but bound As reverently as may beseem your son In the state's name to charge you that she find At all men's hands that guard her now about Good usage with safe keeping ; which to assure Shall hardly need this young man's service here. For whom the state has other use, and I A worthier work than still to keep such watch As porters use or pages. Lady Lochleven. He and I Stand at vour bidding ; yet were nowise loth The state that gave should take this charge away It laid upon us. Queen. Sir, the grace you brought And comfort, to me sorrowing and afraid, Go ever with you ; and farewell. Murray. Farewell. \^Exennt\^i\.T>\ Lochleven and Mur- ray. Queen. Will you not go ? George Dotiglas. Whither you bid, and when, I will go swiftly. Queen. With your lord and mine, I would have said : yet irks it me to say My lord, who had none under heaven, and was Of these my lords once lady. Said I not You should do well to cast off care of me. Whom you must leave indeed now at command More powerful of more potent lips than mine ? I would not have you set your youngel will Against his word imperial ; nor, I think, Doth he fear that, who bids us come and go, And whose great pleasure is that you part hence. And I sit here. Be patient, and seek peace. You heard him bid me : patience we must have If we would rest obedient; and for peace, So haply shall we find it, having learnt What rest is in submission. George Douglas. Bid me stay, And that my will shall part not hence alive What need I swear ? Queen. Alas ! your will may stay. Your will may wait on me to do mc good. Your loves and wishes serve »ie, wher yourself Shall live far off. Our lord forbids. them not : It is the service of your present hand. The comfort of your face, help of your heart. That he forbids me. George Douglas. And, though God forbade. Save by my death he should compel me not To do this bidding : only by your mouth. Of all that rule in heaven and earth, will I Be willingly commanded. Qjieen. You must go. Nay, I knew that: how should one stay by me } There was not left me, by God's wrath or man's. One friend when I came hither, in the world. And from the waste and wilderness of grief If one grain ripen, — from the stone and sand If one seed blossom, — if my misery find .s^- BOTHWRLL. One spring on earth to assuage its fiery lip,- How should I hope that God or man will spare To trample or to quench it? George Douglas. I am here While you shall bid me live, and only hence When you shall bid me but depart and die. Queen. There was a time when I would dream that men There were to do my bidding, — such as loved And were beloved again, and knew not fear Xor hope but of love's giving ; but meseemed That in my dream all these weie cast away, And by God's judgment, or through wrath of men, Or mine own fault, or change and chance of time, I lived too long to look for love in vain. Many there are that hate me now of men : Doth one live yet that loves? George Douglas. If one there were That for vour love's sake should abhor his life, Hating all hope save this, to die for you, — What -should he do to die so ? Queen. If I bade That for my love's sake he should love his life, And use its strength to cherish me, who knows If he would hcccl ? or say I gave com- mand To do some ill thing or of ill report, — Were it to slay our brother now gone hence, — Would one do that ? I would not have it done. Though I should bid him. Do not answer me As though I questioned with you seri- ously. Or spake Of things that might be thought upon^ Who do but jest with grief as with my friend, That plays again familiarly with me. And from the wanderings of a joyless wit Turn to clasp hands with sorrow. You must go. George Douglas. Ay, when you bid; but were my going from you Part of your grief, which is more grief to me Than my soul's going from forth my body were, I would not set my face from hence alive. Queen. I hold it not for no part of my grief To bid you from me : yet being here bound in As I with walls aiul waters, we should tind Less help than yet I hope for of your hand Being hence enlarged. We will take counsel, sir. And choose, with no large choice to make of frieiuls, — To whom we shall appoint you, — by what mean To deal for our deliverance : as, with one Once of my household, and this lady's kin, Who here of all my Maries the last left Partakes my bonds ; the Laird ot Ricarton, My husband's kinsman ; and what readi- est friends Once more mav be raised up, as when I fled From shame and peril, and a prison- house As hateful as these bonds, to find on earth — Ah ! no such love and faith as yours in man. S< - F. N E V. — III) L V ROOD. MirRRAY and Morton. Murray. I am vexed with divers counsels, and my will BO Til WELL. 353 Sees nor its way nor end. This act proclaimed That seals the charge of murder on the queen '.) justify our dealing had to it hands ihat here first met : Kirkaldy with Glencairn, i'.alfour with Maitland, Huntley with Argyle, J'lue man with traitor, — all were as one mind, Une tongue to tax her with complicity. Found art and part with them that slew her lord. Men praised the council for this judg- ment given \s from a single and a resolute soul ; Scarce one withstood save Herries, and his voice Was as a wind that sings in travellers' ears I'nheeded; then the doom that gives to death All that in act maintain the former faith. And writes for Catholic traitor, should have purged The state of treacherous or of danger- ous friends Such as made protest then against this law. And fled from our part to the Hamil- tons, — ^Jailhncss and Athol, with the bishop called CX Murray, whom the Assembly met to judge !;v one same doom has with Argyle condemned '\o stand in sackcloth for adulteries past At Stirling through the time of service held Within the chapel royal. Such men's stay It irks not me to lose, who by their loss Were fain to win their enemies for my friends More fast and faithful ; but men's sun- dering minds Nor council nor assembly can reknit. Though Knox there sit by Maitland, and Balfour Touch sides with Craig; and while the state as now Lives many-minded and distraught of will. How shall its hope be stable ? Morton. Some there are Have all their will, or more than we that rule By secular wit and might : the preachers reign With heavier hand than ours upon the state, Who in this late assembly by their doom Bade your fair sister of Argyle partake The sackcloth penance of her slippery lord For scandal to the Kirk done when last year At the font's edge her arms sustained our prince For baptism of such hands as served the mass : If it have leave long to sit lawgiver. Their purity will i)inch us. Murray. Have no fear : It shall not Douglas ; and we lack their help Who sway the commons only with their breath, Now most of all when our high coun- sels fail. And hopes are turned as 'twere to running streams That How from ours to feed our ene- mies' hands With washings of our wreck, waifs of our strength. That melts as water from us. Those chief twain Whose league I sought by marriage, and had hope To bind them to us as brethren, when Argyle With me should knit himself anew, to wed His brother to the sister of my wife With happier hope than he espoused mine own, While Huntley's son should lead my daughter home, And with this fourfold knot our loves be tied, 354 BOTHWELL. And fortunes with each other's growth ingratfed, — Both these look back now toward the Hamiltons To mingle factions with them, being assured Our hands now lack the secret sword we had To draw at need against them, since their names Set at Craigmillar to the bond of blood Are with that bond consumed, and no tongue left To wag in witness of their part of guilt. Now Bothwell's knaves are hanged that laid the train, And Hay with them, and one most near his trust, — His kinsman Hepburn, from whose mouth condemned, And Ormiston's, we have confession wrung That n.arks with blood as parcel of their deed More than Balfour that in the assem- bly sit. And must partake his surety. This, my lord, Craves of us care and counsel, that our names Be writ not fool or coward, who took in hand Such trust to work such treason. Morton. Nay, no Scot Shall say we fell from faith or treach- erously Let men's hopes fade that trusted us, and sank Through feebleness of ours : yet have we strength To lower the height of heart and confi- dence That makes their faction swell, who were but late Too faint of spirit, too fearful and un- sure. To be made firm with Knglish subsi- dies. Three thousand marks, that Scrope by secret hand Sent from Carlisle to Hcrries, .could not serve To give or shape or sinew to their plots Who are now so great their houses' heir must wed No lowlier than a queen, and Both well's wife. For this divorced or widowed. Murray. Ay ; we know The archbisho]) his good uncle with this youth Hath in Dumbarton fortified himself; And while they there sit strong and high in hope Our prisoner and our penitent late, wc hear. Grows blithe of mood and wantoti ; from her sight Have I dismissed my mother's young* st born, Lest in her flatteries his weak faith be snared And strangled with a smile ; and for her hand I have found a fitter suitor than Arbroath When she shall wed again, within whose veins Some drops of blood run royal as her own ; Methuen, whose grandsire was the third that set His ring on that Queen Margaret's wedded haiid From the seventh Henry sent ambassa- dress To our fourth James, to bring for bridal gift Her father's love and England's to her lord. And with the kiss of marriage on his lips To seal that peace which with her hus- band's life Found end at Flodden from her brother's hand That split the heart of Scotland. So the (jueen, If she wed Methuen, shall espouse a man Whose father of the same c|ucen\ womb was born That bore her father ; and whose blood as hers Is lineal from the seed of Knglish kings. BOTH WELL. 355 rhrough one same mother's sons, queen once of Scots, And daughter born and sister, though unqueened, Of those twain Henries that made peace and war With Scotland and her lord ; and by this match The Hamiltons being frustrate of their hope Could yet not tax us with a meaner choice Than they would make for her, who while she lives Must stand thenceforth far off from their designs And disallied from all that in her name Draw now to head against us ; and some help We need the more to cross them now, that France, To whom I thought to seek as to my friend And thence find aid in this necessity That else finds none, since England's jealous craft Puts in our enemies' hands gold for a sword More sharp than steel — France, that would send at need The choice of all her sons that hold our faith To live and die beside us here in arms, Cirows chillier toward us than the chan- ging wind That brings back win*:er ; for the brood of Guise, Our prisoner's friends and kinsmen of Lorraine, Prevail again on Catherine's adverse part. Whose hate awhile gives way to them, and yields Our cause into their hands that were more like To help this daughter of their danger- ous house Take up the crown resigned, and through their strength Renew this kingdom's ruin with her reJgn, Than send us aid and arms to guard its peace From inroad as from treason : which 1 doubt We shall hear new5 of from my brother's tongu\., Enter Sir William Douglas. Who comes without a herald. Sir W. Douglas. Sir, the news Is dashed with good and evil equally, That here I bring you ; for the treasons laid Have missed their mark, and left un- wounded yet My house's honor, that retains in trust So great a charge. You had word ere this of me, By what strange fortune was their plot made known. Who thought to fall upon us unaware. And find a ferry for some seventy swords To cross the lake in mine own barge surprised. And smite those thirty guards that hold the walls. And make a murderous passage for the queen To come forth free with feet that walked in blood ; And how by one, a Frenchman of her train, Who, being not in their counsel, heard some speech Of such a preparation, and conceived This was a plot to take her from your hand. Laid by the fiercer faction of the Kirk That sought to snare and slay her in your despite, To me was all discovered ; and be- times I gave command no barge thenceforth should pass Between the main shore and mine island walls, But a skiff only that with single oars Might be rowed over. BafHed thus, here friends Were fain to buy the boatman's faith with gold, Whom on suspicion I dismissec^ but since, F'inding less trust and seryice in the knave 35r^ BO TH WELL. That had his place, called back, and j A little wroth but more in laughter bade take heed } baied Of these that would have won to their ! Her head, and bade stretch oars and device take the land \ foundling page within my castle bred, On their lives' peril; which regarding And called by mine own name ; who by this i)lot Should have seduced for them my sen- tinels. And 0])ed the gate by night : but yet I find, For all toils set and gins to take their faith, In him and them no treason; yet so near Was treason to us, that not long since the queen I lad well-nigh slii)ped beyond our guard by day, In habit of a laundress that was hired So to shift raiment with her; but being forth J'ctimes, as was this woman's use to come, In the low light In- dawn, at such an hour As she was wont to sleep the morning out, — The fardel in her hand of clothes b*-ought forth. And on her face the muffler, — it befell That as she sat before ihe rowers, and saw Some half her free brief way of water jiast, By turn of head or lightning of her look For mirth she could not hide, and joy- ous heart, Or but by some sweet note of majestv. Some new l)right bearing and imperious change not. They straight put back as men amazed, but swore To keep fast locked from mine of all men's eyes The secret knowledge of this frustrate craft. So set her down on the island side again, With muffled head and hidden hands to wring And weep apart for passion, where my watch Looks now more strict upon her; but I think,— For all her wrath and grief to be In- chance From her near hope cast down and height of mind Wherein she went forth laughingly to find What good might God bring of her perilous hour, — She hath lost not yet nor changed that heart nor hope, But looks one day to mock us. ALurroy. So I think ; And in that fear would have vou keep fast watch V>)- night and day till we take off the charge Laid on your faith, and or enfranchise her Or change her place of ward ; which, ere the spring That holds in chase this winter's flying foot I He turned to summer, haply shall be From her false likeness, so she drew j done. their eyes What fashion holds our mother with the That one who rowed, saying merrily, (|ueen ? Let us see I Sir /T. LJoiix''!as. As she was e\ei ly/uil manner of dnnie is t/iis, would tender of her state, fain ])luck dow Her muffler, who to guard it suddenly I'ut uj) her fair white hands, which see- ing thev knew, And marvelled at her purpose; she thereat, And mild in her own office, so she keeps Observance yet and reverence more than meet Save toward -x (|uccn, toward this her guest enforced, BOTinVELL. 357 Who smiles her back a prisoner's thanks, and sighs That should smile in prison ; but 'twixt whiles Some change of mood will turn to scorn or s])leen Her practised patience, and some word take wing Forth from her heart's root through her lips that hath I'he gall of asps within it; yet not this Turns the heart hard or bitter that awaits Her gentler change, pitying the wrong it bears. And her that wrongs it for the sorrow's sake That chafes and rends her. Murray. Pity may she give, And be praised for it ; but to enter- tain Hope or desire that wars against her trust Should turn that praise to poison. Have you seen Since George went thence, or noted ere he went, In her no token of a mingled mind That sways 'twixt faith and such a faith- less hope As feeds a mother's love with deadly dreams Of prophesying ambition ? for in him I spied the sickness of a tainted heart And fever-fired from the most mortal eyes That ever love drank death of. Sir W. Doitghis. No, my lord. Murray. I would fain trust her mind were whole in this, And her thoughts firm ; yet would not trust too far, Who know what force of fraud and fire of will In that fierce heart and subtle, without fear. That God hath given so sweet a hiding- place. Make how much more the peril and the power Of birth and kinglier beauty, that lay wait For her son's sake to tempt her. We will hold More speech of this: here shall you rest to-night. \Exeuitt. Scene VI. — Lochleven Castle. The Queen and Mary Beaton. Queen. Is it not sunset .'' what should ail the day To hang so long in heaven ? the world was blind By this time yesternight. The lake gleams yet. Will the sun never sink, for all the weight That makes this hour so heavy ? Mary Beaton. WHiile you speak, The outer gate that stands till nightfall wide Shuts on the sundown , and they bring the keys That soon the page shall put into our hand To let in freedom. Queen. I could weep and laugh For fear and hope and angry joy and doubt That wring my heart. I am sick at once and well. Shall I win past them in this handmaid's dress If we be spied t My hood is over broad ; Help me to set it forward: and your own Sits loose ; but pluck it closer on your face Vox cloak and cover from the keen moon's eye That peers against us. Twice, thou knowest, yea thrice, God has betrayed me to mine enemies' hands Even when my foot was forth : if it slip now. He loves nor kings that hold his otifice here Nor his own servants, but those faith less mouths That mock all sovereignties in earth oi heaven. If here he fail me, and I fall again 358 BOTH WELL. To sit in bonds a year — by God's own truth, I swear I will not keep this wall of flesh To cage my spirit within these walls of stone, But break this down to set that free from these, That, being delivered of men's wrongs and his. It may stand up, and gazing in his eyes Accuse him of my traitors. Mary Beatou. Keep good heart. Your hope before was feverish and too light, And so it failed you: in this after-plot There is more form and likeness than in those That left you weeping. Let not passion now Foil your good fortune twice, or heat of mood From keen occasion take the present edge, And blunt the point of fortune. Queen. If I knew This man were faithful — oh, my heart that was Is melted from me, and the heart I have Is like wax melting. Were my feet once free. It should be strong again : here it sinks down As a dead fire in ashes. Dare we think I shall find faith in him, who have not found In all the world .'' no man of mine there is, None of my land or blood, but hath betrayed, Ik'traycd or left me. Mary Bea/oti. Nay, too strange it were That you should come to want men's faith, and look I'or love of man in vain. These were your jewels, Wn\ cannot live to lack them : nav, but less.— \'()ur toniiuoM onuiinents to wear and leave, \'uur change of raiment to cast off, and bind A fresher robe about you : while men live. And you live also, these must give you love. And you must use it. Queen. So one told me once, — That I must use and lose it. If my time Be come to need man's love, and find ii not, I have known death make a prophet of a man That living could foretell but his own end. Not save himself, being foolish ; and I too, I am mad as he was, now to think on him Or my dead follies. Were these walls away, I should no more; ay, when this strait is past, I shall win back my wits and my blithe heart, And make good cheer again. Enter Page. Page. Here are the keys. I had wrought instead a ladder for our need, With two strong oars made fast across. for fear I had failed at last from under my lord*.- eve To sweep them off the board-head here they ring, As joy-bells here to give your highness note The skiff lies moored on the island's lee, and waits But till the castle boats by secret hands Be stripped of oars and rowlocks, and pursuit Made helpless, maimed of all its means,' the crew Is ready that shall leml us swifter wing 'I'han one man's strength to fly with; and bevond Your highness' friends upon the further bank Wait with my master's horses. Never was A fairer i)lot or likelier. BOTH IV ELL. 359 Queen. How thy face Lightens! Poor child, what knowest thou of the chance That cast thee on my fortunes ? it may be To death ere life break bud, and thy poor flower The wind of my life's tempest shall cut off, And blow thy green branch bare. Many there be Have died, and many that now live shall die, Ere my life end, for my life's sake ; and none There is that knows, of all that love or hate. What end shall come of this night's work, and what Of all my life-days. I shall die in bonds, Perchance, a bitter death ; yet worse it were To outlive dead years in prison, and to loathe The life I could not lose. This will not be : No days and nights shall I see wax and wane, Kindled and quenched in bondage, any more : For if to-night I stand not free on earth As the sun stands in heaven, whose sovereign eye Next day shall see me sovereign, I shall live Not one day more of darkling life, as fire Pent in a grate, bound in with blacken- ing bars, But like a star by God hurled forth of heaven Fall, and men's eyes be darkened, and the world Stand heart-struck, and the night and day be changed That see me falling. If I win not forth, But, flying, be taken of the hands that were Before laid on me, they shall never think To hold me more in fetters, but take heart To do what earth saw never yet, and lay By doom and sentence on their sover- eign born Death ; I shall find swift judgment, and short shrift My justicers shall give me : so at least Shall I be quit of bondage. Come, my friends, That must divide with me for death or life This one night's issue ; be it or worst or best, Yet have ye no worse fortune than a queen, Or she than ye no better. On this hour Hang all those hours that yet we have to live : Let us go forth to pluck the fruit of this That leans now toward our hand. My heart is light; Be yours not heavier ; for your eyes and mine Shall look upon these walls and waves no more. [Exeunt. Scene VH. — The Shore of Loch Leven. George Douglas, Beaton, Ricar- TON, with Attendafits. George Douglas. I hear the beat of the oars : they make no haste. How the stars thicken ! if a mist would take The heaven but for an hour, and hide them round — Ricarton. How should they steer then straight.^ We lacked but light. And these are happy stars that sign this hour With earnest of good fortune ; ano betimes See by their favor where the prize we seek Is come to port. Enter the QuEEN, Mary Beaton, Page, and a girl attending. Queen. Even such a night it was I looked again for to deliver me. Remembering such a night that broke my bonds ;6o BOTH WELL. Two wild years past that brought me through to this ; The wind is loud beneath the mount- ing moon, And the stars merry. Noble friends, to horse ; When I shall feel my steed exult with me, I will give thanks for each of your good deeds To each man's several love. I know not yet That I stand here enfranchised; for pure joy I have not laid it yet to heart : me- thinks This is a lightning in my dreams to- night. That strikes and is not, and my flat- tered eyes Must wake with dawn in bonds. — Douglas, I pray, If it be not but as a flash in sleep, And no true light now breaking, tell me you. That were my prison's friend: I will believe 1 am free as fire, free as the wind, the night. All gladfieet things of the airier ele- ment That take no hold on earth ; for even like these Seems now the fire in me that was my heart. And is a song, a flame, a burning cloud That moves before the sun at dawn, and fades With fierce delight to drink his breath and die. If ever hearts were slabbed with joy to death, This that cleaves mine should do it, and one sharj) stroke ricrce through the tiirilled and trem- bling core like steel, And cut the roots of life. Nay, I am crazed, To stand and babble like one mad with wine, Stung to the heart and bitten to the brain With this great drink of freedom; ohi such wine As fills man full of heaven, and in his veins Becomes the blood of gods. I would fain feel That I were free a little, ere that sense Be put to use: those walls are fallen for me, Those waters dry, those gaolers dead, and this The first night of my second reign, that here Begins its record. I will talk no more. Nor waste my heart in joyous words, nor laugh To set my free face toward the large- eyed sky. Against the clear wind and the climb- ing moon. And take into mine eyes and to my breast The whole sweet night and all the stars of heaven, But put to present work the heart and hand That here rise up a queen's. Bring me to horse : We will take counsel first of speed. and then Take time for counsel. Beaton. Madam, here at hand The horses wait : Lord Seyton rides with us Hence to Queen's Ferry, where beyond the Forth We reach Claude Hamilton, who with fresh steeds Expects us; to Long Niddry thence, and there Draw rein among the Seytons, ere again We make for ILamilton, whose walls should see The sun and ns together. Qiu-t-n. Well devised. Where is the girl that tied with us, and gave These garments for my surety ? She shall have Her part in my good hour, that in mine ill Did me good service. BOTinVELL. 361 Ricarton. Madam, she must stay : We have not steeds enough, and those we have May bear no load more than perforce they must, Or we not hope to speed. Queen. Nay, she shall go, Xot bide in peril of mine enemies here While we fly scathless hence. Girl. Most gracious queen, Of me take no such care : I am well content They should do with me all they would, and I Live but so long to know my queen as safe As I for her die gladly. Ricarton. She says well : Get we to horse. I must ride south to rouse My kinsfolk, and with all our Hepburn bands Seize on Dunbar ; whence northward I may bear Good tidings to your lord. Queen. God make them good That he shall hear of me, and from his mouth Send me good words and comfort ! You shall ride Straight from Lord Seyton's with my message borne To all good soldiers of your clan and mine, And wake them for our common lord's dear love To strike once more, or never while they live Be called' but slaves and kinless: then to him For whom the bonds that I put off to- night Were borne and broken. — Douglas, of that name Most tender and most true to her that was Of women most unfriended, and of queens Most abject and unlike to recom pense. Fake in your hand the hand that it set free. And lead me as you led me forth of bonds To my more perfect freedom. — Sirs, to horse. {Exeunt. Scene VIIL — Hamilton Ca.stle. IVie Queen, Argyle, a.fid Huntley. Quecfi. I ever thought to find your faiths again When time had set me free; nor shall my love To my good friends be more unprofit- able Than was my brother's, from whose promised hand Both have withdrawn the alliance of your own To plight once more with mine : your son, my lord. And, noble sir, your brother, will not fail Of worthier wedlock and of trustier ties Than should have bound them to a traitor's blood. His daughter, and the sister of his wife, Whom he so thought to honor, and in them Advance his counsels and confirm his cause, Through your great names allied, who now take part More worthily with one long over- thrown. And late re-risen with many a true man't more And royally girt round with many a friend's ; Nor need we lay upon our kinsmen here All our hope's burden, nor submit ou: hand To marriage with our cousin's of Arbroath For fault of other stay. F'or mine owi^, mind, I would stand rather on Dumbarton rock Walled in with Fleming's spears, thnn here sit fast With these six thousand ranged about the walls I 3(52 BOTH WELL. That five davs' suns have brought to strengthen nic Since I fled hither in these poor same weeds That yet for need I wear. Now, by the 'joy I had that night to feel my horse be- neath Bound like my heart that through those darkling ways Shot sunwards to the throne, I do not think Thus to sit long at wait, who have the hands Subscribed here of so many loyal lords To take no thought but of their faith to me, Nor let dissension touch their hearts again Till I sit crowned as arbitress of all When the great cause is gained. Each bloodless day Makes our foes greater : from Dunbar Lord Hume, Who thence with hand too swift cut off our friends, Brings now six hundred to my brother's flag, Who hangs hard by us ; and from Ed- inburgh Grange leads his hundreds ; all the Glasgow folk, For love of Lennox, with the Lothian carles, Draw round their regent hither; and God knows These are no cowards nor men vile esteemed 'I'hat stand about him : better is he served Of them than we of Ilerrics, whose false wit Works with an open face and a close heart For other ends than live u[)on his tongue, And fill with protestation those loud li])s That plead and swear on both sides; he would stand My counsellor, yet has not craft enough To draw those enemies hence that watch us here By tumult raised along ..le border side For none to quell but Murray, who was bound From Glasgow where he lies yet to Dumfries, But halts to gather head, and fall on us When we set forth; which by my pri- vate will I would not yet, but that my kinsmen yearn To bid him battle ; and with victory won Seize to themselves the kingdom by my hand. Which they should wield then at their will, and wed To their next heir's : so should ye have their seed For kings of Scotland, who were leagued ere this With our main foes, and to their hands but late By composition and confederacy Would have given up my life to buy their ends Even with the blood whose kinship in their veins Thev thought should make them royal. Argyle. We must fear These days that fleet, and bring us no more strength. Bring to the regent comfort and good hope From England of a quiet hand main- tained Upon the borders, and such present peace As fights against us there upon his side. While he stands fast and gathers friends, who had But common guard about him when vour grace Fled hither first, yet would not at the news For dread of our near neighborhood turn back With that thin guard to Stirling; and by this The chiefs of all his part arc drawn to him, Morton and Mar, Semple with Ochii tree. And they that wrung forth of your royai hand BOTHWELL. 363 The writing that subscribed it kingdom- less : All these are armed beneath him. Queen. These are strong, Yet are our friends not weaker : twain alone, Vou twain with whom I speak, being on my side, I would not fear to bide the feud of these ; And here are Cassilis, Eglinton, Mont- rose, Ross, Crawford, Errol, Fleming, Suther- land, Herries with Maxwell, Boyd and Oli- phant, And Livingstone, and Beaumont that was sent To speak for France as with mine uncle's tongue Pleading with those my traitors for that life Which here he finds enfranchised; and all these As one true heart to me and faithful hand. In God's name and their honor's leagued as friends Who till mine enemies be cast down will know Naught save their duty to me, that no strife Shall rend in sunder, and no privy jar Rive one from other that stands fast by me. This have they sworn ; and, by my trust in them, I will not doubt with favor or with force To quell the hardiest heart set opposite. Have I not sent forth word of amnesty To every soul in Scotland free save these. The top and crown of traitors, Morton first ; And Lindsay, from whose hand I took a pledge To be redeemed with forfeit of his head ; Semple, that writ lewd ballads of my love, And that good provost who-^ I swore to give. Tor one night's prison given me in his house, A surer gaol for narrower resting-place Than that wherein I rested not ; and last Balfour, that gave my lord's trust up and mine ? Upon these five heads fallen will I set foot When I tread back the stair that mounts my throne. All others shall find grace : yea, though their hearts Were set more stark against me and their hands More dangerous aimed than these ; for this God knows My heart more honours and shall ever love A hardy foe more than a coward friend; And Hume and Grange, mine enemies well approved, Could love or recompense reknit their faiths To my forsworn allegiance, in mine eyes Should stand more clear than un- revolted men Whose trustless faith is farther from my trust Than from my veins the nearness of their blood. I am not bitter-hearted, nor take pride To keep the record of wrongs done to me For privy hate to gnaw upon, and fret Till all Its wrath be wroken ; I desire Not blood so much of them that seek mine own As victory on them, who being but subdued For me may live or die my subjects : this I care not if I win with liberal words Or weapons of my friends, for love or fear, Or by their own dissensions that may spring And blossom to my profit; and I hold Nor fear nor grief grievous nor terri- ble That might buy victory to me, for whose sake Peril and pain seem pleasant, and aij else 3^4 BOTH WELL. That men thirst after as I thirst fo" this — Wealth, honour, pleasure, all things weighed therewith — Seem to my soul contcmjjtible and vile. Nor would I reign that I might take revenge, Hut rather be revenged that I might reign. For to live conquered and put on defeat, To sit with humbled head and bear base life, Endure the hours to mock me, and the days To take and give me as a bondslave up For night by night to tread on — while death lives, And may be found, or man lay hold on him, I will not have this to my life, but die. I know not what is life that outlives hoj-je. But I will never: when my power were past, My kingdom gone, my trust brought down, my will Frustrate, I would not live one heart- less hour To think what death were gentlest; none so sharp But should be softer to my bosom found Than that which felt it strike. Huntley. You speak as ever Your ow'n high soul and speech ; no spirit on earth Was ever seen more kinglike than lifts up With yours our hearts to serve you for its sake As these have served that here would s))eak with you. Enter Bkaton and Mary Beaton. To whom our loves vield place. {Exeunt Arcjyi.k and HUNTI.F.Y. Queen. My chance were ill If to no better love your loves gave way Than that which makes us friends. — You are come betimes. If you come ready now to ride ; here lie The letters vou must bear: the cardi- nal's thiii, Mine Torraine, to whose first news of mv our uncle's of kind hand Did I commend the flight Sent from Lord Sey ton's while horses breathed ; By this shall he receive my mind writ large. And turn his own to help me. Look you say Even as I write, you left me in such mind As he would know me, — for all past faults done Bent but to seek of God and of the world Pardon; as knowing that none but onlv God Has brought me out of bonds, and inly fixed In perfect purpose for his mercy shown To show a thankful and a constant heart. As simple woman or as queen of Scots, In life and death fast cleaving to his Church, As I would have him that shall read believe My life to come shall only from his lips Take shape and likeness, by their breath alone Still swayed and steered ; to whom you know I look For reconciling words that may subdue To natural pity of my laboring cause The queen that was my mother, and her son My brother king that in my husl)and's seat Sits lineal in succession. Sav too this, That without help I may not hold mine own ; And therefore shall he stand the mo.c mv friend, And do the kindlier, the more haste he makes With all good speed to raise and to despatch A lew of a thonsantl harcpicbusmcn To fill the want up of my ranks, that yet Look leaner than mine enemies'. Thi:> for France. BOTinrr.LL. 365 And this to the English queen deliver- ing say, I look, being' free now, for that help of hers That in my last years' bonds not once or twice I had by word of promise, and not doubt This year to have indeed ; which if I may, When from her hand I take my crown again, J shall thenceforth look for no other friend, And try no further faith. This private word In London to the ambassador of Spain Fail not to bear, that being set round with spies I may not write ; but he shall tell his king The charges that men cast on me are false, And theirs the guilt that held me in their bonds Who stand in spirit firm to one faith with him From whom I look for counsel. I well think My sister's love shall but desire to hold A mean betwixt our parties, and pro- nounce On each side judgment, as by right and might 'Twixt mine and me the imperial medi- atress, Commanding peace, controlling war, that must Determine this dark time, and make alone An end of doubt and danger ; which perchance May come before her answer. Haste, and thrive. \Exit Beaton. Now, what say you ? shall fortune stand our friend But long enough to seem worth hope or fear, Or fall too soon from us for hope to help X fear to hurt more than an hour of chance Might make and unmake.^ This were now my day To try the soothsaying of men's second sight Who read beyond the writing mI the hour, And utter things unborn : now would I know. And yet I would not, how my life shall move And toward what end forever; which to know Should help me not to suffer, nor undo One jot that must be done or borne of me. Nor take one grain away. I would not know it ; For one thing haply might that knowl- edge do. Or one thing undo, — to bring down the heart Wherewith I now expect it. We shall know, When we shall suffer, what God's hour will bring; If filled with wrath full from his heavy hand, Or gently laid upon us. I do think, If he were wroth with aught once done of me. That anger should be now fulfilled, and this His hour of comfort; for he should not stand, For his wrath's sake with me, mine enemies' friend. Who are more than mine his enemies. Never yet Did I desire to know of God or man What was designed me of them; nor will now For fear desire the knowledge. What I may. That will I foil of all men's enmities. And what I may of hope and good success Take, and praise God. Yet thus much would I know, If in your sight, who have seen my whole life run One stream with yours since either had its spring, 566 BOTH WELL. My chance to come look foul or fair again I5y this (lay's light and likelihood. Mary Beaton. In sooth, No soothsayer am I ; yet so far a seer, That I can see but this of you and me. We shall not part alive. Queen. Dost thou mean well .-* rhou hast been constant ever at my hand And closest when the worst part of my fate Came closest to me ; firm as faith or love Hast thou stood by my peril and my pain, And still, where I found these, there found I thee ; And where I found thee, these were not far off. When I was jjroud and blithe (men said) of heart. And life looked smooth and loving in mine eyes, Thou wouldst be sad and cold as au- tumn winds. Thy face discomfortable, and strange thy speech. Thy service joyless; but when times grew hard. And there was wind and fire in the clear heaven. Then wast thou near; thy service and thy speech Were glad and ready ; in thine eyes thy soul Seemed to sit fixed at watch as one that waits And knows, and is content with what shall be. Nor can I tell now if thy sight should ])Ut More faith in mc, or fear, to trust or doubt The chance forefigurcd in thee ; for tliou art As 'twere my fortune, faithful as man's fate. Inevitable. I cannot read the roll Thut I might dccni were hiilden in thy hand, Writ with my days to be, nor from thine eyes Take light to know; for fortune is too blind As man that knows not of her; and thyself, That art as 'twere a type to me and sign Incognizable, art no more wise than I To say what I should hope and fear to learn. Or why, from thee. Mary Beaton. This one thing I know well, That hope nor fear need think to feed upon, That I should part from you alive, or you Take from me living mine assurance yet To look upon you while you live, and trace To the grave's edge your printed feet with mine. Queen. Wilt thou die too.? Mary Beaton. Should I so far, so long. Follow my queen's face, to forsake at last'. And lose my name for constancy? n you. Whose eyes alive have slain so many men, Want, when death shuts them, one to die of you Dying, who had so many loving lives To go before you living.^ Queen. Thou dost laugh Always, to speak of death ; and at this time God wot it should beseem us best to smile If we must think upon him. I and thou Have so much in us of a single heart. That we can smile to hear of that or see Which sickens and makes bleed faint hearts for fear. And well now shall it stand us both in stead To make ours hard against all ch.mce, and walk Bclwetn our friends and foes indiffer cntly As who may think to see them one day shift iwrnivELL. 367 From hate to love, and love again to hate, As time with peaceable or warlike hand Shall carve and shape them ; and to go thus forth, And make an end, shall neither at my need Deject me nor uplift in spirit, who pass Not gladly nor yet loathly to the field That these my present friends have in mv name Set for the trial of my death or life. Thou knowest long since God gave me cause to say I saw the world was not that joyous thing Which men would make it, nor the hap- piest they That lived the longest in it : so I thought That year the mightiest of my kinsmen fell. Slain by strong treason ; and these five years gone Have lightened not so much my life to me, That I should love it more, or more should loathe That end which love or loathing, faith or fear, Can put not back nor forward by a day. \Exetint. Scene IX. — Langside. Murray, Morton, Hume, Lindsay, Ochiltree, Sir William Doug- las, KiRKALDY, and their forces. Murray. They cannot pass our place of vantage here, To choose them out a likelier. Let our lines Lie close on either side the hollow strait Flanked as the hill slopes by those cot- tage walls. While here the head of our main force stands fast With wings flung each way forth : that narrow street Shall take them snared and naked. Sir W. Douglas. I beseech you. If you suspect no taint or part in me Of treason in our kin, that I may have The first of this day's danger Murray. No man here, Of all whose hearts are armed for Scot land, hath First place in this day's peril, no man last; But all one part of peril, and one place To stand and strike, if God be good to us. In the last field that shall be fought for her Upon this quarrel. Who are they that lead The main of the queen's battle .-* Kirkaldy. On their left Lord Herries, and Argyle in front with him Claude Hamilton and James of Evan- dale Bring up their turbulent ranks. Lindsay. Why, these keep none That crowd against us ; horse and min- gled foot Confound each other hurtling as they come Sheer up between the houses. Murray. Some default That maims the general strength has in their need Held them an hour delaying; our harquebusmen, Two thousand tried, the best half of our foot, Keep the way fast each side even to this height Where stands our strength in the open. We shall have. If aught win through of all their chiv- alry. Some sharp half-hour of hand to-hand at last Ere one thrust other from this brow. -^ Lord Hume, Keep you the rear of our right wing that looks Toward Herries and his horsemen; Ochiltree, Stand you beside him; Grange and Lmdsay here Shall bide with me the main front of their fight When these break through our guard Let word be given \6S BOTH WELL. That no man when the day is won shall dare Upon our side to spill one droji of blood That may be spared of them that yield or riy. [Exeunt. Scene X. — Another Part of the Field. Enter Herri ES and Seyton, -oith their soldiers. Herries. If they of our part hold the hill-top yet, For all our leader's loss we have the day. Seyton. They stand this half-hour locked on both sides fast, And grappling to the teeth. I would to God When for faint heart and very fear Argyle Fell from his horse before the battle met, The devil had writhed his neck round ; whose delay At point to charge first maimed us ; else by this We had scattered them as crows. Make u]) again. And drive their broken lines in on the rear While those in front stand doubtful. Charge once more. Enter OcHILTKEE and IIUME, uon my lips Nor in mine ears at parting. I should And stand not here as on a stage to play My last part out in Scotland : I have been Too long a queen too little. By mv life, I know not what should hold me here, or turn My foot back from the boat-side, save the thought How at Lochlcven I last set foot aboard, And with what hope, and to what end , and now I i^ass not out of prison to my friends. But out of all friends' help to banish mcnt. — Farewell, Lord Hcrries. Ilerries. Cod go with my queen. And bring her back with better friends than 1 ! Queen. Mcthinks the sand yet cleav- ing to my foot Should not with no more words be shaken off, BOTH WELL. 171 Nor this my country from my parting eyes Pass unsaluted; for who knows what year May see us greet hereafter ? Yet take heed, Ye that have ears, and hear me ; and take note, Ye that have eyes, and see with what last looks Mine own take leave of Scotland. Seven years since Did I take leave of my fair land of France, My joyous mother, mother of my joy, Weeping ; and now with many a woe between. And space of seven years' darkness, I depart From this distempered and unnatural earth That casts me out unmothered, and go forth On this gray, sterile, bitter, gleaming sea With neither tears nor laughter, but a heart That from the softest temper of its blood Is turned to fire and iron. If I live. If God pluck not all hope out of my hand, If aught of all mine prosper, I that go Shall come back to men's ruin, as a flame The wind bears down, that grows against the wind. And grasps it with great hands, and wins its way, And wins its will, and triumphs ; so shall I Let loose the fire of all my heart to feed On these that would have quenched it. I will make From sea to sea one furnace of the land. Whereon the wind of war shall beat its wings Till they wax faint with hopeless hope of rest, And with one rain of men's rebellious blood Extinguish the red embers. I will leave No living soul of their blasi)heming faith Who war with monarchs : God shall see me reign As he shall reign beside me, and his foes Lie at my foot with mine ; kingdoms and kings Shall from my heart take spirit, and at my soul Their souls be kindled to devour for prey The people that would make its prey of them, And leave God's altar stripped of sac- rament As all kings' heads of sovereignty, and make Bare as their thrones his temples; I will set Those old things of his holiness on high That are brought low, and break be- neath my feet These new things of men's fashion ; I will sit And see tears flow from eyes that saw me weep, And dust and ashes and the shadow of death Cast from the block beneath the axe that falls On heads that saw me humbled; I will do it. Or bow mine own down to no royal end. And give my blood for theirs if God's will be. But come back never as I now go forth With but the hate of men to track my way. And not the face of any friend alive. Mciry Beaton. But I will never le«.ve you till you die. MARY STUART: A TRAGEDY. Trpa Tiyerio- bftdaavri. na6fly, Tpi.yipujv ixiiOoi TaSf tjitoufl. iEsCH. CAo. 30c DEDICATE THIS PLAY, NO LONGER, AS THE FIRST PART OF THE TRILOGY WHICH IT COMPLETES WAS DEDICATED, TO THE GREATEST EXILE, BUT SIMPLY TO THE GREATEST MAN OF FRANCE; TO THE CHIEF OF LIVING POETS; TO THE FIRST DRAMATIST OF HIS age; TO MY BELOVED AND REVERED MASTER, VICTOR HUGO. DRAMATIS PERSONv^. Mary Stuart. Mary Beaton. QiEEN Elizabeth. Barbara Mowbray, Lord Burgh ley. Sir Francis Walsingham. William Davison. Robert Dvdlev, Ear/ 0/ Lei'ces/er. George Talbot, Ear/ 0/ Shrewsbury. Earl of Kewt. Henry Carey, Lord Huusdon. Sir Christopher Hatton. Sir Thomas P.romlkv, Lord Chancellor. PoPHAM, Attoruey-Geueral. Eckkton, Solicitor-Geueral. Gawuy, the Queer's Serjeant. Sir Amvas Paui.et. Sir Drew Drukv. Commissioners, Privy Councillors, Time, from August i Sir Thomas Gorges. Sir William Wade. Sir Andrew Melville. Robert Beale, Clerk 0/ the Council. Curle and Nau, Secretaries to the Queen 0/ Scots. GoRiON, her Apothecary. Father John Ballard, " Anthony Babington, Chidiock Tichborne, John Savage, Charles Tilney, Edward Abington, Thomas Salisbury, Robert Barnwell, Thomas Phillipps, Secretary toWalsingham M. de Chateauneuf. M. UE Bellievre. Sheriffs, Citizens, Officers, and Attendants. 4, 1586, TO February 18, 1587. Conspirators. ACT I. — ANTHONY BABING- TON. Scene I. — Kakington'-s Lodging. A Veiled Picture on the Wall. Enter liAIUNGTON, TiCUHORNK, NKN', AHINGToN, SaLI.SHUKY, Tii.- und I'.AkNWKI.I.. liubm^on. Welcome, good friends and welcome this good day 378 That ca.sts out hoix:, and brings in cer- tainty To turn raw s|)ring to summer. Now not long The flower that crowns the front of all our faiths Shall bleach to death in prison ; now the trust That took the night with fire as of a star Grows red and broad as i»inrise in our sight, MAKY STUART. 379 Who held it dear and desperate once, now sure, l>ut not more dear, being surer. In my hand I hold this England and her brood, and all That time out of the chance of all her fate Makes hopeful or makes fearful : days and years, Triumphs and changes bred for praise or shame From the unborn womb of these un- known, are ours That stand yet noteless here ; ours even as God's, Who puts them in our hand as his, to wield And shape to service godlike. None of you But this day strikes out of the scroll of death. And writes apart immortal : what we would, That have we ; what our fathers, breth- ren, peers. Bled and beheld not, died and might not win. That may we see, touch, handle, hold it fast. May take to bind our brows with. By my life, I think none ever had such hap alive As ours upon whose plighted lives are set The whole good hap and evil of the State, And of the Church of God, and world of men, And fortune of all crowns and creeds that hang Now on the creed and crown of this our land. To bring forth fruit to our resolve, and bear What sons to time it please us; whose mere will fs father of the future. Tibiey. Have you said ? Babingto7i. I cannot say too much of so much good. Tilney. Say nothing, then, a little, and hear one while : Your talk struts high and swaggers loud for joy, And safely may perchance, or may not, here ; But why to-day we know not. Babi)igton. No, I swear. Ye know not yet, no man of us but one. No man on earth ; one woman knowS; and I, I that best know her, the best begot of man And noblest : no king born so kingly souled. Nor served of such brave servants. Tichborne. What, as we ? Babington. Is there one vein in one oi all our hearts That is not blown aflame as fire with air With even the thought to serve her .' And, by God, They that would serve had need be bolder found Than common kings find servants. Salisbury. Well, your cause } What need or hope has this day's heat brought forth To blow such fire up in you .-* Babington. Hark you, sirs : The time is come, ere I shall speak of this. To set again the seal on our past oaths. And bind their trothplight faster than it is With one more witness; not for shame- ful doubt, But love and perfect honor. Gentlemen, W^hose souls are brethren sealed and sworn to mine. Friends that have taken on your hearts and hands The selfsame work and weight of deed as I, — Look on this picture : from its face to day Thus I pluck off the muffled mask, and bare Its likeness and our purpose. Ay, look here ; None of these faces but are friends of each. None of these lips unsworn to all the rest, icSo MARY STUART. None of these hands unplighted. Know ye not What these have bound their souls to? And myself, T tliat stand midmost painted here of all, Have I not right to wear of all this ring The topmost flower of danger? Who but I Should crown and close this goodly circle up Of friends I call my followers? There ye stand. Fashioned all five in likeness of mere life, Just your own shapes, even all the man but speech. As in a speckless mirror; Tichborne, thou, My nearest heart and brother next in deed. Then Abington, there Salisbury, Tilney there. And Barnwell, with the brave bright Irish eye That burns with red remembrance of the blood Seen drenching those green fields turned brown and gray Where fire can burn not faith out, nor the sword That hews the boughs off lop the root there set On such hot wheels toward evil goals or good. And desperate each as other; but th.i« each. Seeing here himself and knowing why here, may set His whole heart's might on the instant work, and hence Pass as a man rechristened, bathed anew, And swordlike tempered from the touch that turns Dull iron to the two-edged fang of steel Made keen as fire by water. So, I say, Let this dead likeness of you, wrought with hands W' hereof ye wist not, working for mine end Even as ye gave them work, unwittingly, Quicken with life your vows and pur- poses To rid the beast that troubles all the world Out of men's sight and God's. Are yc not sworn Or stand not ready girt at perilous need To strike under the cloth of state itself The very heart we hunt for ? Tiihlwrne. Let not then Too high a noise of hound and horn give note How hot the hunt is on it, and ere we shoot To spread in spite of axes. Friends, Startle the royal quarry ; lest your crv take heed : Oive tongue too loud on such a trail. These are not met fov nothing here in show. Nor for poor pride set forth and boast- ful heart To make dumb brag of the undone deed, and wear The ghost and mockery of a crown unearned llefore their hands have wrought it for their heads Out of a golden danger, glorious doubt, An act incomparable, by all time's mouths To be more blessed and cursed than all deeds done In this swift fiery world of ours, that drives and we More piteously be rent of our own hounds Than he that went forth huntsman too, and came To play the hart he hunted. Bab'in^^ton. Ay, but, see, Your apish poct's-likcncss holds not here, If he that fed his hounds on his changetl flesh Was charmed out of a man, and bayeO to death, lUit through pure anger of a perfect maitl ; For she that should of huntsmen turn us harts MAKY STCAKT. 381 Is Dian but in mouths of her own knaves, And in paid eyes hath only godhead on, And light to dazzle none but them to death. Yet I durst well abide her, and proclaim As goddess-like as maiden. Bartiivcll. Why, myself Was late at court in presence, and her eyes Fixed somewhile on me full in face ; yet, 'faith, I felt for that no lightning in my blood, Nor blast in mine as of the sun at noon To blind their balls with godhead : no, ye see, I walk yet well enough. Abiiigton. She gazed at you } Bartnoell. Yes, 'faith : yea, surely : take a Puritan oath To seal my faith for Catholic. What, God help. Are not mine eyes vet whole, then .'' am I blind Or maimed or scorched, and know not } By my head, I find it sit yet none the worse for fear To be so thunder-blasted. Abington. Hear you, sirs ? Tichbortie. I was not fain to hear it. Barnwell. W^hich was he Spake of one changed into a hart .'' bv God, There be some hearts here need no charm, I think. To turn them hares of hunters ; or if deer, Not harts but hinds, and rascal. Babington. Peace, man, peace ! Let not at least this noble cry of hounds Flash fangs against each other. See what verse I bade write. under on the picture here : These are my comrades, whom the peril's self Draws to it. How say you ? will not all in the end Prove fellows to me? how should one fall off Whom danger lures and scares not? Tush ! take hands ; U was to keep them fast in all time's sight I bade my painter set you here, and me Your loving captain ; gave him sight of each And order of us all in amity. And if this yet not shame you, or your hearts Be set as bovs' on wrangling, yet, behold, I pluck as from my heart this witness forth '[ Taking out a letter. To what a work we are bound to,— even her hand Whom we must bring from bondage, and again Be brought of her to honor. This is she, Mary the queen, sealed of herself and signed As mine assured good friend forever. Now, Am T more worth, or Ballard? Tilney. He it was Bade get her hand and seal to allow of all That should be practised ; he is wise. Babington. Ay, wise ! He was in peril too, he said, God wot. And must have surety of her, he ; but I, 'Tis I that have it, and her heart and trust. See all here else, her trust and her good love. Who knows mine own heart of mine own hand writ And sent her for assurance. Salisbury. This we know : What we would yet have certified of you Is her own heart sent back, you say, for yours. Babington. I say ? not I, but proof says here, cries out Her perfect will and purpose. Look you, first She writes me what good comfort hath she had To know by letter mine estate, and thus Keknit the bond of our intelligence, As grief was hers to live without the same This great while past ; then lovingly commends In me her own desire to avert betimes ^^^ MARY STUART. Our enemies' counsel to root out our faith With ruin of us all; for so she hath shown All Catholic princes what long since thcv have wrought Against the king of Spain; and all this while The Catholics naked here to all misuse Fall off in numbered force, in means and power, And if we look not to it shall soon lack strength To rise and take that hope or help by the hand Which time shall offer them; and see for this What heart is hers! she bids you know of me Though she were no part of this cause, who holds Worthless her own weighed with the general weal, — She wmH be still most willing to this end To employ therein her life and all she hath Or in this world may look for. Ttchborne. This rings well ; But by what present mean prepared doth hers Confirm your counsel ? or what way set forth So to prevent our enemies with good speed That at the goal we find them not, and there Fall as men broken ? Pahini^tou. Nav, what think you, man. Or what esteem of her, that hope should lack Herein her counsel? hath she not been found Most wary still, clear-spirited, bright of wit'. Keen as a sword's edge, as a bird's eye swift, Man-hearted ever ? First, for crown and base Of all this enterprise, she bids me here I-.xaminc with good heeil of good event What power of horse and foot among us all W« may well muster, and in every shire Choose out what captain for them, it we lack For the main host a general, — as, in- deed, Myself being bound to bring her out of bonds. Or here with you cut off the heretic queen. Could take not this on me, — what havens, towns, What ports to north and west and south, may we Assure ourselves to hold in certain hand For entrance and receipt of help from France, From Spain, or the Low Countries ; in what place Draw our main head together ; for how long Raise for this threefold force of foreign friends Wage and munition, or what harbors choose For these to land; or what provision crave Of coin at need or armor; by what means The six her friends deliberate to pro- ceed; And, last, the manner how to get her forth From this last hold wherein she ne-vly lies: These heads hath she set down, and bids me take Of all seven points counsel and com mon care With as few friends as may be of the chief Ranged on our part for actors; and thereon Of all devised with diligent speed de- si)atch Word to the ambassador of Spain in France, Who, to the experience past of all the estate Here on this side aforetime that he hath, Shall join goodwill to serve us. Tthwy. Ay, no more ? Of us lio more I mean, who being most near MARY STUART. 38; To the English queen our natural mis- tress born Take on our hands, her household pen- sioners', The stain and chiefest peril of her blood Shed by close violence under trusty no word, No care shown further of our enterprise That flowers to fruit for her sake ? Bahington. Fear not that ; Abide till we draw thither — ay— she bids Get first assurance of such help to come, And take thereafter, what before were vain. Swift order to provide arms, horses, coin. Wherewith to march at word from every shire Given by the chief; and save these principals Let no man's knowledge less in place partake The privv ground we move on, but set for'th For entertainment of -the meaner ear We do but fortify us against the plot Laid of the Puritan part in all this realm That have their general force now drawn to head In the Low Countries, whence being home returned They think to spoil us utterly, and usurp Not from her only and all' else lawful heirs The kingly power, but from their queen that is (As we may let the bruit fly forth dis- guised) Wrest that which now she hath, if she for fear fake not their yoke upon her, and therefrom Catch like infection from plague-tainted air The purulence of their purity; with which ]Dlea We so may stablish our confederacies As wrought but for defence of lands, lives, goods, From them that would cut off our faith and these ; No word writ straight or given directly forth Against the queen, but rather showing our will Firm to maintain her and her lineal heirs, Myself (she saith) not named. Ha ! gal- lant souls. Hath our queen's craft no savor of sweet wit. No brain to help her heart with ? Tichbornc. But our end — No word of this yet? Babington. And a good word here, And worth our note, good friend : being thus prepared. Time then shall be to set our hands on work. And straight thereon take order that she may Be suddenly transported out of guard. Not tarrying till our foreign force come in. Which then must make the hotter haste ; and seeing We can make no day sure for our design. Nor certain hour appointed when she might Find other friends at hand on spur of the act To take her forth of prison, ye should have About you always, or in court at least. Scouts furnished well with horses of good speed To bear the tiding to her and them whose charge Shall be to bring her out of bonds, that these May be about her ere her keeper have word What deed is freshly done, — in any case. Ere he can make him strong within the house Or bear her forth of it ; and need it were By divers ways to send forth two or three, That one may pass if one be stayed- nor this 384 MARY STUART. Shcjuld we forget, to assay in the hour of need To cut the common posts off : by this plot May we steer safe, and fall not miser- ably, As they that labored heretofore here- in, Through over-haste to stir upon this side Ere surety make us strong of strangers' aid. And if at first we bring her forth of bonds, Be well assured, she l^ids us — as I think She doubts not me that I should let this slip, Forget so main a matter — well as- sured To set her in the heart of some strong host, Or strength of some good hold, where she may stay Till we be mustered, and the ally drawn in. For should the queen, being scathless of us yet As we unready, fall upon her flight. The bird untimely fled from snare to snare Should find, being caught again, a nar- rower hold. Whence she should fly forth never, if cause indeed Should seem not given to use her worse ; and we Should be with all extremity pursued. To her more grief ; for this should grieve her more Than what might heaviest fall upon her. Tilncy. Ay? She hath had, then, work enough to do to weep For them that bled before : Northum- berland, The choice of all the- north, spoiled, banished, slain ; Norfolk, that should have ringed the fourth sad time The fairest hand wherewith fate ever led So many a man to deathward, or sealed up So many an eye from sunlight. /uil>in^i^to?i. Hy my head. Which is the main stake of this cast, 1 swear There is none worth more than a tear of hers That man wears living or that man might lose, Borne upright in the sun, or for her sake Bowed down by theirs she weeps for. Nay, but hear : She bids me take most vigilant heed, that all May prosperously find end assured, and you Conclude with me in judgment; to mv- self, As chief of trust in my particular. Refers you for assurance, and com- mends To counsel seasonable and time's ad- vice Your common resolution ; and again, If the design take yet not hold, as chance For all our will may turn it, we shoukl not Pursue her transport nor the plot laid else Of our so baflfled enterprise; but say When this were done we might not come at her, Being by mishap close guarded in the Tower Or some strength else as dangerous, yet, she saith. For God's sake leave not to proceed herein To the utmost undertaking ; for her self At any time shall most contentedly Die, knowing of our deliverance from the bonds Wherein as slaves we are holden. full tnvcll. So shall I, Knowing at the least of her enfran- chisement Whose life were worth the whole blood shed o' the world And all men's hearts made empty. MAK'Y STUART. 385 Bahini^toii. Ay, good friend, Here speaks she of your fellows, ihat some stir i\!ight be in Ireland labored to begin Some time ere we take aught on us, that thence The alarm might spring right on the part opposed To where should grow the danger : she meantime Should while the work were even in hand assay To make the Catholics in her Scotland rise, And put her son into their hands, that so No help may serve our enemies thence ; again, Tb.at from our plots the stroke may come, she thinks To have some chief or general head of all Were now most apt for the instant end ; wherein I branch not off from her in counsel, yet Conceive not how to send the ap- pointed word To the earl of Arundel now fast in bonds Held in the Tower she spake of late, who now Would have us give him careful note of this, Him or his brethren ; and from oversea Would have us seek, if he be there at large. To the young son of dead Northum- berland, And Westmoreland, whose hand and name, we know. May do much northward ; ay, but this we know. How much his hand was lesser than his name When proof was put on either; and the lord Paget, whose power is in some shires of weight To incUne them us-ward; both may now be had, A.nd some, she saith, of the exiles prin- cipal, If the enterprise be resolute once, with these May come back darkling; Paget lies in Spain, Whom we may treat with by his broth- er's mean, Charles, who keeps watch in Paris. Then in the end vShe bids beware no messenger sent forth That bears our counsel bear our letters : these Must through blind hands precede them, or ensue By ignorant posts, and severally de- spatched ; And of her sweet wise heart, as we were fools, — But that I think she fears not, — bids take heed Of spies among us and false brethren, chief Of priests already practised on, she saith. By the enemy's craft against us. What ! forsooth. We have not eyes to set such knaves apart, And look their wiles through, but should need misdoubt — Whom shall I say the least on all our side ? — Good Oilbcrt Gifford with his kind boy's face That fear's lean self could fear not? But God knows Woman is wise, but woman : none so bold. So cunning none, God help the soft sweet wit, But the fair flesh with weakness taints it : why. She warns me here of perilous scrolls to keep That I should never bear about me, seeing By that fault sank all they that fell before Who should have walked unwounded else of ]iroof. Unstayed of justice. But this following word Hath savor of more judgment: we should let 386 MARY S TV ART. As little as we may our names be known, Or purpose here, to the envoy sent from France, Whom though she hears for honest, we must fear I lis master holds the course of his design Far contrary to this of ours, which known Might move him to discovery. Tichhonie. Well forewarned : Fore-armed enough were now that cause at need Which had but half so good an armor on To fight false faith or France in Bahiiii^ton. Peace a while ; Here she winds up her craft. She hath long time sued To shift her lodging, and for answer hath None but the castle of Dudley named as meet To serve this turn ; and thither may depart. She thinks, with parting summer; whence may we Devise what means about those lands to lay For her deliverance; who from present bonds May but by one of three ways be dis- charged : When she shall ride forth on the moors that part Her jirison-place from Stafford, where few folk Use to |)ass over, on the same day set. With fifty or threescore men, well horsed and armed. To take her from her keeper's charge, who rides With but S(jme score that bear but pistols; next, To come by dec]:) night round the dark- ling house, And fire the barns and stables, which being nigh Shall draw the household huddling forth to help, And they that come to serve her, wear- ing; each A secret sign for note and cognizance, May some of them surprise the house, whom she Shall with her servants meet and sec- ond ; last. When carts come in at morning, these being met In the main gateway's midst may by device Fall or be sidelong overthrown, and we Make in thereon, and suddenly possess The house, whence lightly might we bear her forth Ere help came in of soldiers to relief Who lie a mile or half a mile away In several lodgings. But, howe'er this end. She holds her bounden to me all her days. Who proffer me to hazard for her love. And doubtless shall as well esteem of you. Or scarce less honorably, when she shall know Your names who serve beneath me ; so commends Her friend to God, and bids me burn the word That I would wear at heart forever : yet. Lest this sweet scripture haply write us dead, Where she set hand I set my lips, and thus Rend mine own heart with her sweet name, and end. [ Tears the letter. Salisbury. She hath chosen a trusty servant. Bal>i Hilton. Ay, of me ? What ails you at her choice ? was this not X That laid the ground of all this work, and wrought Your hearts to shape for service .-* or perchance The man was you that took this first on him, To serve her dying and living, ami ]>ut on The blood-red name of traitor and the deed Found for her sake not murderous? MAKV STUAKT.' 387 Salisbury. Why, they say First Gifford put this on you, Ijallard next, Whom he brought over to redeem your heart Half lost for doubt already, and refresh I'he flagging flame that fired it first, and now Fell faltering half in ashes, whence his breath Hardly with hard pains quickened it, and blew The gray to red rekindling. Babington. Sir, they lie Who say for fear I faltered, or lost heart For doubt to lose life after: let such know It shames me not, though I were slow of will, To take suck work upon my soul and hand As killing of a queen ; being once assured, Brought once past question, set beyond men's doubts By witness of God's will borne sensibly, Meseems I have swerved not. Salisbicry. Ay, when once the word Was washed in holy water, you would wear Lightly the name so hallowed of priests' lips That men spell murderer; but till Bal- lard spake, The shadow of her slaying whom we shall strike Was ice to freeze your purpose. Tichborne. Friend, what then ? Is this so small a thing, being English born. To strike the living empire here at heart That is called England ? stab her pres- ent state. Give even her false-faced likeness up to death, With hands that smite a woman ? I that speak, Ve know me if now my faith be firm, and will To do faith's bidding; yet it wrings not me To say I was not quick nor light of heart, Though moved perforce of will un- willingly. To take in trust this charge upon mc. Barnwell. I With all good will would take, and give God thanks, The charge of all that falter in it : by heaven, To hear in the end of doubts and doublings heaves My heart up as with sickness. Why, by this The heretic harlot that confounds our hope Should be made carrion, with those following four That were to wait upon her dead: all five Live yet to scourge God's servants, and we prate And threaten here in painting. By my life, I see no more in us of life or heart Than in this heartless picture. Babitigtoit. Peace, again. Our purpose shall not long lack life, nor they Whose life is deadly to the heart of ours Much longer keep it : Burghley, Wal- singham, Hunsdon and Knowles, all these four names writ out. With hers at head they worship, are but now As those five several letters that spell death. In eyes that read them right. Give me but faith A little longer: trust that heart a while Which laid the ground of all our glo- ries; think I that was chosen of our queen's friends in France, By Morgan's hand there prisoner for her sake On charge of such a deed's device as ours Commended to her for trustiest, and a man 588 MARY STUART. More sure than might be Ballard and mcire tit To bear the burden of her counsels, — I Can )"'c not undeserving, whom she trusts, That ye should likewise trust me ; seeing at first She writes me but a thankful word, and this, God wot, for little service ; I return, For aptest answer and thankworthiest meed, 'vVord of the usurper's plotted end, and she With such large heart of trust and liberal faith \s here ye have heard requites me : whom, I think. Fox you to trust is no too great thing now For me to ask and have of all. Tiihboriie. Dear friend, Mistrust has no part in our mind of you More than in hers; yet she too bids take heed, /\s I would bid you take, and let not slip The least of her good counsels, which to keep No whit proclaims us colder than her- self Who gives us charge to keep them, and to slight No whit proclaims us less unserviceable Who are found too hot to serve her, than the slave Who for cold heart and fear might fail. Babitt}:^ton. Too hot ! Why, what man's heart hath heat enough or blood To give for such good service "i Look you, sirs, This is no new thing for my faith to kee]). My soul to feed its fires with, and my hope F'^i-x eyes upon for star to steer by : she That six years hence the boy that I was then, And page, ye know, to Shrewsbury, gave his faith I'o serve and worship with his body and soul For only lady and queen, with powei alone To lift my heart up and bow down mine eyes At sight and sense of her sweet sove- reignty. Made thence her man forever; she whose look Turned all my blood of life to tears and fire. That going or coming, sad or glad (for yet She would be somewhile merry, as though to give Comfort, and ease at heart her servants, then Weep smilingly to be so light of mind. Saying she was like the bird grown blithe in bonds, That if too late set free would die foi fear. Or wild birds hunt it out of life ; if sad. Put madness in me for her suffering's sake, If joyous, for her very love's sake) still Made my heart mad alike to serve her, being I know not when the sweeter, sad or blithe, Nor what mood heavenlicst of her, all whose change Was as of stars and sun and moon in heaven, — She is well content — ye have heard her — she, to die. If we without her may redeem our- selves. And loose our lives from bondage ; but her friends Must take, forsooth, good heed they be not, no. Too hot of heart to serve her ! Anil for me, Am I so vain a thing of wind anc smoke That your deep counsel must have care to keep My lightness safe in wardship ? I sought none, — Craved no man's counsel to draw ])lain mv plot, Nec^ no man's warning to dispose my deed. MARY SlXrART. 389 Have I not laid of mine own hand a snare To bring no 'ess a lusty l)ird to lure Than Walsingham with proffer of my- self For scout and spy on mine own friends in France To iiil his wise wide ears with large report Of all things wrought there on our side, and plots Laid tor our queen's sake ? and for all his wit This politic knave misdoubts me not, whom ye Hold yet too light and lean of wit to pass Unspied of wise men on our enemies' part, Who have sealed the subtlest eyes up of them all. Ticnborne. That would I know; for if they be not blind. Hut only wink upon your proffer, seeing More than they let your own eyes find or fear. Why, there may lurk a fire to burn us all Masked in them with false blindness. Babiiigton. Hear you, sirs .-' Now, by the faith I had in this my friend, And by mine own yet flawless toward him, yea By all true love and trust that holds men fast. It shames me that I held him in this cause Half mine own heart, my better hand and eye. Mine other soul and worthier. Pray you, go : Let us not hold you ; sir, be quit of us ; Go home, lie safe, and give God thanks ; lie close. Keep your head warm and covered. Nay, be wise ; We are fit for no such wise folk's fel- lowship, No married man's who being bid forth to fight Holds his wife's kirtle fitter wear fur man Than theirs who put on iron : I did know it, Albeit I would not know; this man that was, This soul and sinew of a noble seed. Love and the lips that burn a bride- groom's through Have charmed to deathward, and in steel's good stead Left him a silken spirit. Tichbonie. iJy that faith Which yet I think you have found as fast in me As ever yours I found, you wrong me more Than, were I that your words can make me not, I had wronged myself and all our cause ; I hold No whit less dear, for love's sake even, than love. Faith, honor, friendship, all that all my days Was only dear to my desire, till now This new thing, dear as all these only were, Made all these dearer. If my love be less Toward you, toward honor, or this cause, then think I love my wife not either, — whom you know How close at heart I cherish, — but in all Play false alike. Lead now which way you will. And wear what likeness : though to all men else It look not smooth, smooth shall it seem to me. And danger be not dangerous ; w here you go, For me shall wildest ways be safe, and straight For me the steepest ; with your eyes and heart Will I take count of life and death, and think No thought against your counsel ; yea, by heaven, I had vather follow and trust my friend and die, Than halt and hark mistrustfully be hind To live of him mistrusted. 390 MARY STUART. Bahiu^i^ton. Why, well said : Strike hands upon it ; I think you shall not find A trustless pilot of me. Keep we fast, And hold you fast my counsel, we shall see The state high-builded here of heretic hope Shaken to dust and death. Here comes more proof To warrant me no liar. — You are welcome, sirs; Enter Ballard, disguised, and Savage. Good father captain, come you plumed or cowled. Or stoled or sworded, here at any hand The true heart bids you welcome. Ballard. vSir, at none Is folly welcome to mine ears or eyes. Nay, stare not on me stormily : I say, I bid at no hand welcome, by no name, Be it ne'er so wise or valiant on men's lil-^s, Pledge health to folly, nor forecast good hope For them that serve her, I, but take of men Things ill done ill at any hand alike. Ye shall not say I cheered you to your death, Nor would, though naught more danger- ous than your death, Or deadlier for our cause and God's in ours, Were here to stand the chance of, and your blood, Shed vainly with no seed for faith to sow. Should be not poison for men's hopes to drink. What is this picture? Have ye sense or souls, Eyes, ears, or wits to take assurance in Of how ye stand in strange men's eyes and ears, How fare upon their talking tongues, how dwell In shot of their susi)icion, and sustain lli)w great a work how lightly.-' Think ye not These men have ears and eyes about your ways, Walk with your feet, work with your hands, and watch When ye sleep sound and babble in your sleep ? What knave was he, or whose man sworn and spy, That drank with you last night } whose hireling lip Was this that pledged you, Master Babington, To a foul quean's downfall and a fair queen's rise .'' Can ye not seal your tongues from tav- ern speech, Nor sup abroad but air may catch it back, Nor think who set that watch upon your lips Yourselves can keep not on them .' Babington. What, my friends! Here is one come to counsel, God be thanked, That bears commission to rebuke us all. Why, hark you, sir, you that speak judgment, you That take our doom upon your double tongue To sentence and accuse us with one breath, Our doomsman and our justicer for sin. Good Captain Ballard, Father Fortes- cue, Who made you guardian of us poor men, gave Your wisdom wardship of our follies, chose Your faith for keeper of our faiths, that yet Were never taxed of change or doubted .' \'ou, 'Tis you that have an eye to us, and take note What tiuR' we keep, what place, what company. How far may wisdom trust us to be wise Or faith esteem us faithful ; and vour- self Were once the hireling hand and tongue and eye That waited on this very Walsingham MARY STUART. 391 To spy men's counsels and betray their blood Whose trust had sealed you trusty? By God's light, A goodly guard I have of you, to crave What man was he I drank with yester- night. What name, what shape, what habit, as, forsooth, Were I some statesman's knave and spotted spy, The man I served, and care dnot how, being dead, His molten gold should glut my throat in hell. Might question of me whom I snared last night. Make inquisition of his face, his gait. His speech, his likeness. Well, be answered, then : By God, I know not ; but God knows I think The spy most dangerous on my secret walks. And witness of my ways most worth my fear. And deadliest listener to devour my speech. Now questions me of danger, and the tongue Most like to sting my trust and life to death Now taxes mine of rashness. Ballard. Is he mad t Or are ye brain-sick all with heat of wine. That stand and hear him rage like men in storms Made drunk with danger ? Have ye sworn with him To die the fool's death too of furious fear And passion scared to slaughter of itself? Is there none here that knows his cause or me, Nor what should save or spoil us ? Tichborne. Friend, give ear : For God's sake, yet be counselled. Babington. A\, for God's ! What part hath God in this man's counsels ? Nay. Take you part with him ; nay, in God'i name go ; What should you do to bide with me! Turn back : There stands your captain. Savage. Hath not one man here One spark in spirit or sprinkling left of shame ? I that looked once for no such fellow ship. But soldiers' hearts in shapes of gen tlemen, I am sick with shame to hear men's jangling tongues Outnoise their swdlds unbloodied. Hear me, sirs ; My hand keeps time before my tongue, and hath But wit to speak in iron ; yet as now Such wit were sharp enough to serve our turn That keenest tongues may serve not. One thing sworn Calls on our hearts: the queen must singly die. Or we, half dead men now with dally- ing, must Die several deaths for her brief one, and stretched Beyond the scope of sufferance ; where- fore here Choose out the man to put this peril on, And gird him with this glory; let him pass Straight hence to court, and through all stays of state Strike death into her heart. Babington. Why, this rings right; Well said, and soldierlike; do thus, and take The vanguard of us all for honor. Savage. Ay, Well would I go, but seeing no courtly suit Like yours, her servants and her pen- sioners. The doorkeepers will bid my baseness back From passage to her presence. Babington. Oh ! for that. Take this, and buy: nay, start not froin your word ; You shaU not. 392 MAA'V STUART. Sazas^e. Sir, I shall not. Babitigton. Here's more gold; Make haste, and God go with you. If the plot Be blown on once of men's suspicious breath, We are dead, and all die bootless deaths — be swift — And her we have served we shall but surely slay. I will make'trial again of Walsingham If he misdoubt us. Oh ! my cloak and sword — \K)i ocking xvilh in . I will go forth myself. What noise is that ? Get you to Gage's lodging; stay not here ; Make speed without for Westminster; perchance There may we safely shift our shapes and'fly, If the end be come upon us. Ballard. It is here. Death knocks at door already. Fly! farewell. Babitigtoti. I would not leave you, but they know you not: V'ou need not fear, being found here singlv. Ballard. No. Babingfou. Nay, halt not, sirs; no word but haste ; this way, Ere they break down the doors. God speed us well ! [Exeunt all but Ballard. As they go out enter an Officer ivith Soldiers. Officer. Mere's one fo.x yet by the foot: lay hold on him. Ballard. What would you, sirs ? Officer. Why, make one foul bird fast. Though the full flight be scattered ; for their kind Must prey not here again, nor here ])ut on The jay's loose feathers for the raven priest's To mock the blear-cvcd marksman: these plucked off Shall show the nest that sent this fledgling, forth, Hatched in the hottest holy nook of bell. Ballard. I am a soldier. Officer. Ay, the badge we know Whose broidery signs the shouldeis oi the file That Satan marks for Jesus. Bind hiti fast : Blue satin and slashed velvet and golt lace, Methinks we have you, and the hat's band here So seemly set with silver buttons, all As here was down in order. By r \y faith, A goodly ghostly friend to shrive a maid As ever kissed for penance . pity 'tis The hangman's hands must hallow hin? again When this lay slough slips off, and twist one rope For priest to swing with soldier. Bring him hence. [Exeunt. Scene II. — Chartley. Mary Stuart ^//r/ Mary IJeaton. Mary Stuart. We shall not need keep house for fear to-day : The skies are fair and hot ; the wind sits well For hound and horn to chime with. I will go. Afarv Beaton How far from this tci Ti.xall > Mary Stuart. Nine or ten, Or what miles more, I care not : wc shall f^nd Fair field and goodly quarry, or ht lies, The gospeller that bade us to the sport Protesting yesternight the shire had none To shame Sir Walter Aston's. God be praised, I take such pleasure yet to back my steed And bear my crossbow f^r i dcer'i death well, I am almost half content — and yet 1 lie — To ride no harder nor more dangcrouf heat. And hunt no beast of game less gallant MAA'V STUART. 393 Mary Beaton. Nay, Vou grew long since more patient. Mary Stuart. Ah, God help! What should I do but learn the word of him These years and years, the last word learnt but one, That ^ver I loved least of all sad words ? The last is death for any soul to learn, The last save death is patience. Mary Beaton. Time enough Wq. have had ere death of life to learn it in Since ,ou rode last on wilder ways than theirs That drive the dun deer to his death. Mary Sttiart. Eighteen — How many more years yet shall God mete out P'or thee and me to wait upon their will, And ho])e or hope not, watch or sleep, and dream Awake or sleeping ? Surely fewer, I think, Than half these years that all have less of life Than one of those more fleet that flew before. I am yet some ten years younger than this queen. Some nine or ten; but if I die this year, And she some score years longer than I think Be royal-titled, in one year of mine I shall have lived the longer life, and die The fuller-fortuned woman. Dost thou mind The letter that I writ nigh two years gone To let her wit what privacies of hers Our trusty dame of Shrewsbury's tongue made mine Ere it took fire to sting her lord and me } How thick soe'er o'erscurfed with poi- sonous lies, Of her I am sure it lied not ; and per- chance I did the wiselier, having writ my fill. Vet to withhold the letter when she sought Of me to know what villanies had it poured In ears of mine against her innocent name : And yet thou knowest what mirthful heart was mine To write her word of these, that, !^nd she read, Had surely, being but woman, made her mad, Or haply, being not woman, had not 'Faith, How say'st thou.'* did I well } Mary Beaton. Ay, surely well To keep that back you did not ill tc write. Mary Stuart. I think so, and agair I think not ; yet The best I did was bid thee burn it She, That other Bess I mean of Hardwick, hath Mixed with her gall the fire at heart of hell, And all the mortal medicines of the world, To drug her speech w ith poison ; and God wot Her daughter's child here that I bred and loved, Bess Pierpoint, my sweet bedfellow that was, Keeps too much savor of her grand- am's stock For me to match with Nau : my secre- tary Shall with no slip of hers ingraft his own, Begetting shame or peril to us all From her false blood and fiery tongue. K.xcept I find a mate as meet to match with him For truth to me as Gilbert Curie hath found, I will play Tudor once, and break the banns. Put on the feature of Elizabeth To frown their hands in sunder. Mary Beaton. Were it not Some tyranny to take her likeness on 394 MARY STUART. And bitter-hearted grudge of matri- mony For one and no*, hi' brother secretary, Forbid your F'reri- hman's banns for jealousy, And grace your English with such liberal love As Barbara fails not yet to find of you Since she Writ Curie for Mowbray ? And herein There shovvs no touch of Tudor in your mood More than its wont is ; which indeed is naught ; The world, they say, for her should waste, ere man Should get her virginal goodwill to wed. Mary Stuart. I would not be so tem- pered of my blood. So much mismade as she in spirit and flesh. To be more f jir of fortune. She should hate Not me — albeit she hate me deadly — more Than thee or any woman. By my faith, Fain wonld I know, what knowing not of her now I muse upon and marvel, — if she have Desire or pulse or passion of true heart F^ed full from natural veins, or be in- deed All bare and barren all as dead men's bones Of all sweet nature and sharp seed of love. And those salt springs of life, through fire and tears That bring forth pain and j)leasure in their kind Tf) make gcjod days and evil, all in her Lie sere and sapless as the dust of death. I have found no great good haj) in all my days. Nor much good cause to make me glad of (Jod; Vet have I had and lacked not of my life My good things and mine evil, being not yet Barred from life's natural ends of evii and good Foredoomed for man and woman through the world Till all their works be nothing; and of mine I know but this — though I should die to-day, I would not take for mine her fortune. Mary Beaton. No .'' Myself perchance I would not. Mary Stuart. Dost thou think That fire-tongued witch of Shrewsbury spake once truth. Who told me all those quaint, foul, merry tales Of our dear sister, that at her desire I writ to give her word of, and at thine Withheld, and put the letter in thine hand To burn, as was thy counsel ? For my part, How loud she lied soever in the charge That for adultery taxed me with het lord, And, being disproved before the council here. Brought on their knees to give them- selves the lie Her and her sons by that first lord of four That took in turn this hell-mouthed hag to wife. And got her kind upon her, — yet ii) this I do believe she lied not more than I Reporting her by record, how she said What infinite times had Leicester and his queen Plucked all the fruitless fruit of baffled love That being contracted privily they might ; With what large gust of fierce and foiled desire This votaress crowned, whose vow could no man break, Since (lod, whose hand shuts up the unkindly womb, Had sealed it on her body, man by man Would course her kindlcss lovers, and in quc«t MAMV XTUART. 395 Pursue them hungering as a hound in heat, Full on the fiery scent and slot of lust, That men took shame and laughed and marvelled: one. Her chamberlain, so hot would she trace, A.nd turn perforce from cover, that him- self, Being tracked at sight thus in the gen- eral eye, Was even constrained to play the pite- ous hare, And -A'ind and double till her amorous chase Were blind with speed and breathless ; but the worst Was this, that for this country's sake and shame's Our huntress Dian could not be content With Hatton, and another born her man And subject of this kingdom, but to heap The heavier scandal on her countrymen Had cast the wild growth of her lust away On one base-born, a stranger, whom of nights Within her woman's chamber would she seek To kiss and play for shame with secretly; And with the duke her bridegroom that should be, — That should and could not, seeing for- sooth no man Might make her wife or woman, — had she dealt rt-s with this knave his follower; for by night She met him coming at her chamber door .^n her bare smock and night-rail, and thereon Bade him come in ; who there abode three hours. r;ut fools were they that thought to bind her will. And stay with one man, or allay the mood That ranging still gave tongue on sev- eral heats To hunt fresh trails of lusty love. AU this. Thou knowest, on record truly was set down. With much more villanous else: sh* prayed me write That she might know tAe natural spirit and mind Toward her of this fell witch whose rancorous mouth Then bayed my name, as now being great with child By her fourth husband, in whose charge Hay As here in Paulet's ; so being moved I wrote. And yet I would she had read it, though not now Would I re-write each word again, albeit I might, or thou, were I so minded, ot Thyself so moved to bear such witness. But 'Tis well we know not how she had borne to read All this and more ; what counsel gave the dame. With loud excess of laughter urginp me To enter on those lists of love-making My son for suitor to her, who thereby Might greatly serve and stead me in her sight ; And, I replying that such a thing could be But held a very mockery, she returns, The queen was so infatuate and dis- traught With high conceit of her fair fretted face As of a heavenly goddess, that her self Would take it on her head with no great pains To bring her to believe it easily; Being so past reason fain of flattering tongues. She thought they mocked her not no» lied who said They might not sometimes look her full in face i ^r the light glittering from it as the sun; 39^ MAKV STUART, And so perforce must all her women : Belied her, saying she then must needs say, i die soon And she' herself that spake, who durst For timeless fault of nature. Nov. not look belike F"or fear to laugh out each in other's The soothsaying that speaks short be' face I span to be Rven while they fooled, and fed her May prove more true of presage. vein with words, \ Mary Beaton. Have you hope Mor let their eyes cross when they The chase to-day may serve oui further spake to her \nd set their feature fast in a frame To keep grave countenance with gross mockery lined ; And how she prayed me chide her daughter, whom She might by no means move to take this way, And for her daughter Talbot was assured She could not ever choose but laugh outright Even in the good queen's flattered face. God wot, Had she read all, and in my hand set down, I could not blame her though she had sought to take My head for payment* no less poise on earth Had served, and hardly, for the writer's fee ; I could not much have blamed her ; all the less, That I did take this, though from slan- derous lijis. For gosjxM and not slander, and that now I vet do well l^elieve it. Marv Heaiou. And herself Had well believed so much, and surely seen, — For all your j^rotcst of discredit made ends Than to renew your spirit, and bid time speed } Mary Stuart. I see not, but I mav the hour is full Which I was bidden expect of them to bear More fruit than grows of promise. Babington Should tarry now not long; fron» France our friends Lift up their heads to us-ward, and await What comfort may confirm them from our part Who sent us comfort ; Ballard's secret tongue Has kindled England, striking from men's hearts As from a flint the fire that slept, and made Their dark dumb thoughts and dim disfigured hopes Take form from his and feature, aim and strength. Speech and desire toward action ; all the shires Wherein the force lies hidden of our faith Are stirred and set on edge of prese-* deed And hope more imminent now of help to come With Ood to witness that vou could And work to do than ever; not this not take Such tales 4or truth of her, nor would not, —yet Sou meant not she should take your word for this. As well I think she would not. Marv Stuart. Haply, no. W'c d() i)rotcst not thus to be believed. And yet the witch in one thing seven years since We hang on trust in succor that conie.«« short By Philip's fault from Austrian John, whose death Put widow's weeds on mine unwcddcd hoi)e, Late troihplight lO his enterprise in v^ That was li>'set me free, but m'^iht r»«« be.il A/A/i^y STUART. 397 The faith it pledged, nor on the hand of hope Make fast the ring that weds desire with deed And promise with perforn-.ance ; Parma stands More fast now for us in his uncle's stead, Albeit the lesser warrior, yet in place More like to avail us, and in happier time To do like service; for my cousin of Guise, His hand and league hold fast our kinsman king. If not to bend and shape him for our use. Vet so to govern as he may not thwart Our forward undertaking till its force Discharge itself on England : from no side I see the shade of any fear to fail As those before so bafHed ; heart and hand Our hope is armed with trust more strong than steel, And spirit to strike more helpful than a sword In hands that lack the spirit; and here to-day It may be I'shall look this hope in the eyes. And see her face transfigured. God is good : ile will not fail his faith forever. Oh That I were now in saddle ! Yet an hour, And I shall be as young again as May Whose life was come to August; like this year, I had grown past midway of my life, and sat Heartsick of summer ; but new-mounted now I shall ride right through shine and shade of spring With heart and habit of a bride, and bear A brow more bright than fortune. Truth it is, r <5se words of bride and May should on my tongue Sound now not merry, ring no joy-bells out In ears of hope or memory; not foi me Have they been joyous words ; but thiF fair day All sounds that ring delight in forlu nate ears. And words that make men thankful even to me Seem thankworthy for joy they have given me not And hope which now they should not. Mary Beaton. Nay, who knows ? The less they have given of joy, the more they may ; And they who have had their happiness before Have hope not in the future ; time o'er- past And time to be have several ends, nor wear One forward face and backward. Mary Stuart- God, I pray, Turn thy good words to gospel, and make truth Of their kind presage! but our Scots- women Would say, to be so joyous as T am. Though I had cause, as surely cause 1 have. Were no good warrant cf good hope for me. I never took such comfort of my trust In Norfolk or Northumberland, nor looked For such good end as now of all my fears From all devices past of policy To join my name with my misnatured son's In handfast pledge with England's, ere niv foes His counsellors had flawed his craven faith, And moved my natural blood to cast me off Who bore him in my body, to com« forth Less childlike than a changeling. Bm not long Sba'l they find means by him to work their will, 39» ^fARY STUART. Nor he bear head against me ; hope was his To reign forsooth without my fellow- ship, And he that with me would not shall not now Without or with me wield not or divide Or part or all of empire. Mary Beaton. Dear my queen, Vex not your mood with sudden change of thoughts ; Your mind but now was merrier than the sun Half rid by this through morning: we bv noon Should blithely mount and meet him. Mary Stuart. So I said. My spirit is fallen again from that glad strength Which even but now arrayed it; yet what cause Should dull the dancing measure in my blood For doubt or wrath. I know not. Being once forth, My heart again will quicken. {Sings. And ye maun braid your yellcnu hair. And busk ye like a bride ; IVi' sevenscore men to bring ye /lame, And ae true love b:side ; Between the birk and the green roruan Fu" blithely shall ye ride. O ye maun braid my yelloiu hair. But braid it like nae bride : And I maun gang my ways, tnither, Wi ' nae true hn>e beside ; Between the kirk and the kirkyard /»'«' sadly shall I ride. How long since, How long since was it last I heard or sang Such light lost ends of old faint rhyme worn thin With use of country songsters ? When we twain Were maidens but some twice a span's length high, Thou hadst the hai)picr UKinory to hold rhvme. But not tor songs the merrier. Mary Beaton. This was one That I would sing after my nurse, I think. And weep upon in France at six yeari old To think of Scotland. Mary Stuart. Would I weep for that, Woman or child, I have had now years enough To weep in : thou wast never f>ench in heart. Serving the queen of France. Poor queen that was, Poor boy that played her bridegroom 1 now they seem In these mine'eyes that were her eyes as far Beyond the reach and range of old- world time As their first fathers' graves. Enter SiR Amyas Paulet. Paulet. Madam, if now It please you to set forth, the hour is full, And there your horses ready. Mary Stuart. Sir, my thanks. We are bounden to you and this goodly day For no small comfort. Is it your will we ride Accompanied with any for the nonce Of our own household .'' Paulet. If you will, to-day Your secretaries have leave to ride with you. Mary Stuart. We keep some state, then, yet. I pray you, sir, Doth he wait on you that came here last month, — A low built, lank - cheeked, Judas- bearded man, Loan, supple, grave, pock-pitten, yellow- polled, A smiling fellow with a downcast eye? Paulet. Madam, I know the man foi none of mine. Mary Stuart. I give you joy as you should give God thanks, Sir, if I err not ; but mescemed this man Found gracious entertainment here, and took MARY STUART. 399 Such counsel with you as I surely thought Spake him your friend, and honorable. But now, If I misread not an ambiguous word, It seems you know no more of him or less Than Peter did, being questioned, of his Lord. Patdet. I know not where the cause were to be sought That might for likeness or unlikeness found Make seemly way for such compari- son As turns such names to jest and bitter- ness : Howbeit, as I denied not nor disclaimed To know the man you speak of, yet I may With very purity of truth profess The man to be not of my following. Mary Stuart. See How lightly may the tongue that thinks no ill Or trip or slip, discoursing that or this With grave good men in purity and truth. And come to shame even with a word ! God wot. We had need put bit and bridle in our lips Ere they take on them of their foolish- ness To change wise words with wisdom. — Come, sweet friend, Let us go seek our kind with horse and hound To keep us witless company ; belike. There shall we find our fellows. [Exeunt Mary Stuart and Mary Beaton. Patilet. Would to God This day had done its office ! mine till then Holds me the verier prisoner. Enter Phillipps. Phillipps. She will go .? Paulet. Gladly, poor sinful fool, — more gladly, sir, Than I go with her. Phillipps. Yet you go not far : She is come too near her end of way faring To tire much more men's feet that follow. Pajdet. Ay. She H'alks but half blind yet to the end. Even now She spake of you, and questioned doubtfully What here you came to do, or held what place Or commerce with me : when you caught her eye, It seems your courtesy by some grace- less chance Found but scant grace with her. Phillipps. 'Tis mine own blame, Or fault of mine own feature ; yet for- sooth I greatly covet not their gracious hap Who have found or find most grace with her. I pray. Doth Wade go with you .'' Patdet. Nay, — what ! know you not ? — But with Sir Thomas Gorges, from the court, To drive this deer at Tixall. Phillipps. Two years since, He went, I think, commissioned from the queen To treat with her at Sheffield.^ Paulet. Ay, and since She hath not seen him ; who being known of here Had haply given her swift suspicion edge. Or cause at least of wonder. Phillipps. And I doubt His last year's entertainment oversea As our queen's envoy to demand of France Her traitor Morgan's body, whence he brought Naught save dry blows back from the Duke d'Aumale, And for that prisoner's quarters here to hang His own not whole but beaten, should not much Incline him to more good regard of her For whose love's sake her friends have dealt with him 400 MAf^y STUART. So honorably ; nor she that knows of this Be the less like io take his presence here For no good presage to her : you have both done well To keep his hand as close herein as mine. Paiilet. Sir, by my faith I know not, for myself. What pait is for mine honor, or where- in Of all this action laid upon mine hand The name and witness of a gentleman May gain desert or credit, and increase In seed and harvest of good men's esteem For heritage to his heirs, that men unborn Whose fame is as their name derived from his May reap in reputation ; and indeed 1 look for none advancement in the world Further than this that yet for no man's sa'.te Would I forego, to keep the name I have And honor, which no son of mine shall say I have left him not for any deed of mine As perfect as my sire bequeathed it me : I say, for any word or work yet past No tongue can thus far tax me of de- cline From that fair forthright way of gentle- man, Nor shall for any that I think to do Or aught I think to say alive : howbeit, I were much bounden to the man would say But so much for me in our mistress' ear, 'i'he treasurer's, or your master Walsing- hani's, Whose office here I have undergone thus hjug, And had I leave more gladly would l)ut off Than ever I put on me; being not one 'J'b.at out of love toward Fngland even or CJod At mightiest men's desire would lightly be Foi loyalty disloyal, or approved In ".rustless works a trusty traitor •, this He that should tell them of me, to pro- cure The speedier end here of this work imposed, Should bind me to him more heartily than thanks Might answer. Phillips. Good Sir Amyas, you and I Hold no such office in this dangerous time As men make love to for their own name's sake Or personal lust of honor; but herein I pray you yet take note, and pardon me If I for the instance mix your name with mine. That no man's private honor lies at gage, Nor is the stake set here to play for less Than what is more than all men's names alive, — The great life's gage of England ; in whose name Lie all our own impledged, as all our lives For her redemption forfeit, if the cause Call once upon us. Not this gift or this, Or what best likes us, or were gladliest given, Or might most honorably be parted with For our more credit on her best be- half, Doth she we serve, this land that made us men, Require of all her children; but demands Of our great duty toward her full deserts, luen all we have of honor or of life, Of breath or fame, to give her What were I, Or what were you, being mean or nobly born. Vet moulded both of one land's natural womb Anil fashioneil out of Fngland, to deny What gift she crave soever, choose and grudge M^/?V STUART. 401 What grace we list to give or what withhold, Refuse and reckon with her when she bids Yield up, forsooth, not life but fame to come, K good man's praise or gentleman's repute, Or lineal pride of children, and the light Of loyalty remembered ? which of these Were worth our mother's death, or shame that might Fall for one hour on England ? She must live, And keep in all men's sight her honor fast, Though all we die dishonored; and myself Know not nor seek of men's report to know If what I do to serve her till T die Be honorable or shameful, and its end Good in men's eyes or evil ; but for God, I find not why the name or fear of him Herein should make me swerve or start aside Through faint heart's falsehood, as a broken bow Snapped in his hand that bent it, ere the shaft Find out his enemies' heart, and I that end Whereto I am sped for service even of him Who put this office on us. Paulet. Truly, sir, I lack the wordy wit to match with yours, Who speak no more than soldier; this I know, — 1 arn sick in spirit and heart to have in hand Such work or such device of yours as yet For fear and conscience of what worst may come I dare not well bear through. Phillipps. Why, so last month V'ou writ my master word, and me to boot. I had set you down a course for manj things You durst not put in execution, nor Consign the packet to this lady's hand That was returned from mine, seeing all was well, And you should hold yourself most wretched man If by your mean or order there should _ spring Suspicion 'twixt the several messengers Whose hands unwitting each of other ply The same close trade for the same golden end. While either holds his mate a faithful fool, And all their souls, base-born or gently bred. Are coined and stamped and minted for our use And current in our service : I thereon. To assuage your doubt and fortify your fear. Was posted hither, where by craft and pains The web is wound up of our enter- prise, And in our hands we hold her very heart As fast as all this while we held im- pawned The faith of Barnes that stood for Gif- ford here To take what letters for his mistress came From southward through the ambassa^ dor of France, And bear them to the brewer, your hon- est man, Who wist no further of his fellowship Than he of Gifford's, being as simple knaves As knavish each in his simplicity. And either serviceable alike, to sh:-*t Between my master's hands and yt^viri and mine Her letters writ and answered to und fro; And all these laiths as w^ather-tiqpi and safe As was the box ♦ha*^ held ihrvse letter^ 402 MARY STUART. At bottom of the barrel, to give up The charge there sealed and ciphered, and receive A charge as great in peril and in price To yield again, when they drew off the beer That weekly served this lady's house- hold whom We have drained as dry of secrets drugged with death As ever they this vessel, and return To her own lips the dregs she brewed or we For her to drink have tempered. What of this Should seem so strange now to you, or distaste So much the daintier palate of your thoughts, That I should need reiterate you by word The work of us o'erpast, or fill your ear With long foregone recital, that at last Your soul may start not, or your sense recoil, To know what end we are come to, or what hope We took in hand vo cut this peril off ]!y w^hat close mean soe'er and what foul hands Unwashed of treason, wliich it yet mis- likes Your knightly palm to touch or close with, seeing The grime of gold is baser than of blood That barks their filthy fingers ? yet with these Must you cross hands and grapple, or let fall The trust you took to treasure. Paulft. Sir, I will, lAcn till the queen take back that gave it ; yet Will not join hands with these, nor take on mine The taint of their contagion ; knowing no cause That should confound or couple my good name With theirs more hateful than the reck of heJl. You had these knaveries and these knaves in charge, Not I that knew not how to handle them. Nor whom to choose for chief of trea sons, him That in mine ignorant eye, unused to read The shameful scripture of such facea. bare Graved on his smooth and simpk- cheek and brow No token of a traitor; yet this bo\. This milk-mouthed weanling with his maiden chin, This soft-lipped knave, late suckled as on blood And nursed of poisonous nipples, have you not Found false or feared by this, whom first you found A trustier thief and worthier of his wage Than I, poor man, had wit to find him? I, That trust no changelings of the church of hell, No babes reared priestlike at the paps of Rome, Who have left the old harlot's deadly dugs drawn dry, I lacked the craft to rate this knave of price, Your smock-faced Gifford, at his worth aright. Which now comes short of promise. Phillipps. Oh, not he ! Let not your knighthood for a slippery word So much misdoubt his knaveship : here from France, On hint of our suspicion in his ear Malf-jcstinglv recorded, that his hand Were set against us in one j^olitic track With his old yokefellows in craft and creed, Betraying not them to us but ourselves to them, My Gilbert writes me with such heat of hand, Such jiitcous ]>rotcstation of his faith. So stuffed and swoln with burly-bellied oaths, — MARY STUART. 403 A.nd God and Christ confound him if he lie, And Jesus save him as he speaks mere truth, — My gracious godly priestling, that your- self Must sure be moved to take his truth on trust, Or stand for him approved an atheist. Fau/t'L Well, That you find stuff of laughter in such gear, And mirth to make out of the godless mouth Of such a twice-turned villain, for my part, I take in token of your certain trust, And make therewith mine own assur- ance sure, To see betimes an end of all such craft As takes the faith forsworn of loud- tongued liars, And blasphemies of brothel-breathing knaves, To build its hope or break its jest upon ; And so commend you to your charge, and take Mine own on me less gladly; for by this She should be girt to ride, as the old saw saith. Out of God's blessing into the warm sun, And out of the warm sun into the pit That men have dug before her, as her- self Had dug for England else a deeper grave To hide our hope forever : yet I would This day and all that hang on it were done. [Exeuuf. Scene IIT. — Before Tixall Park. Mary Stuart, Mary Beaton, Pau- LET, CURLE, Nau, and Atteiidaiits. Mary Stuart. If I should nevermore back steed alive, lUit now had ridden hither this fair day The last road ever I must ride on earth. Yet would I praise it, saying of all days gone And all roads ridden in sight of stars and sun Since first I sprang to saddle, here at last I had found no joyless end. These ways are smooth, And all this land's face merrv; yet I find The ways even therefore not so good to ride. And all the land's face therefore less worth love, Being smoother for a palfrey's ma"den pace And merrier than our moors for out- look : nay, I lie to say so ; there the wind and sun Make madder mirth by midsummer, and fill With broader breadth and lustier length of light The heartier hours that clothe for even and dawn Our bosom-belted billowy-blossoming hills Whose hearts break out in laughter like the sea For miles of heaving heather. Ye should mock My banished praise of Scotland ; and in faith I praised it but to prick you on to praise Of your own goodly land ; though field and wood Be parked and parcelled to the sky's edge out. And this green Stafford moorland smooth and strait That we but now rode over, and by ours Look pale for lack of large live moun tain bloom Wind-buffeted with morning, it should be Worth praise of men whose lineal honor lives In keejiing here of history. But me seems I have heard. Sir Amyas, of your lib eral west 404 MARY STUART. As of a land more aftluent-soulcd than this, And fruitful-hearted as the south-wind t here I find a fair-faced change of temperate clime From that bald hill-brow in a broad bare plain Where winter laid us both his prison- ers late Fast by the feet at Tutbury ; but men say Vour birthright in this land is fallen more fair In goodlier ground of heritage : per- chance, Grief to be now barred thence by mean of me, Who less than you can help it or my- self, Makes you ride sad and sullen. Paulet. Madam, no : I pray you lay not to my wilful charge The blame or burden of discourtesy That but the time should bear which lays on me This weight of thoughts untimely. Mary Stuart. Nay, fair sir, If I, that have no cause in life to seem Glad of my sad life more than prison- ers may, Take comfort yet of sunshine, he me- thinks That holds in ward my days and nights might well Take no less pleasure of this broad blithe air Than his poor charge that too much troubles him. What! are we nigh the chase? Paulet. Even hard at hand. Mar-^' Stuart. Can I not see between the glittering leaves Cilcam the dun hides and flash the startled horns That we must charge and scatter? Were I (jueen, And had a crown to wager on my hand. Sir, I would set it on the chance to- day To shoot a flight beyond you. Paulet. Verily, The hazard were loo heavy for my skill ; I would not hold your wager. Majy Stuart. No ! and why ? Paulet. For fear to come a bowshot short of you On the left hand, unluckily. Mary Stuart. My friend. Our keeper's wit-shaft is too keen for ours To match its edge with pointless iron. Sir, Your tongue shoots farther than my hand or eye With sense or aim can follow. — Gil- bert Curie, Your heart yet halts behind this cry of hounds, Hunting your own deer's trail at home, who lies Now close in covert till her bearing- time Be full to bring forth kindly fruit of kind To love that yet lacks issue ; and in sooth I blame you not to bid all sport go by For one white doe's sake travailing, who myself Think long till I may take within mine arm The soft fawn suckling that is yeaned not yet, But is to make her mother. We must hold A goodly christening feast with prison- er's cheer And mirth enow for such a tender thing As will not weep more to be born in bonds Than babes born out of gaoler's ward, nor grudge To find no friend more fortunate than 1 Nor happier hand to welcome it, nor name More prosperous than jHuir mine to weal, if Ciod Shall send the new-made mother's breast, for love Of us that love his mother's maiden hood, A maid to be my name-child, and in all Save love to them that love her, b>- God's grace, AfAS!y STUART. 405 Most unlike me ; for whose unborn sweet sake Pray you meantime be merry. — 'Faith, methinks Here be more huntsmen out afield to- day, And merrier than my guardian. Sir, look up : What think you of these riders.? — All my friends, Make on to meet them. Paulet. There shall need no haste : They ride not slack or lamely. Mary Stuart. Now, fair sir, What say you to my chance on wager.? Here I think to outshoot your archery. — By my life, That too' must fail if hope now fail me ; these That ride so far off yet, being come, shall bring Death or deliverance. Prithee, speak but once ; [Aside /^ Mary Beaton. Say, these are they we looked for ; say, thou too Hadst hope to meet them ; say, they should be here, And I did well to look for them ; O God! Say but I was not mad to hope ; see there; Speak, or I die. Mary Beaton. Nay, not before they come. Maty Stuart. Dost thou not hear my heart .? It speaks so loud, I can hear nothing of them. Yet I will not Fail in mine enemy's sight. This is mine hour That was to be for trium])h ; God, I pray. Stretch not its length out longer ! Mary Beaton. It is past. Enter Sir Thomas Gorges, Sir Wil- liam Wade, atid Soldiers. Mary Stimrt. What man is this that stands across our way ? Gorges. One that hath warrant, mad- am, from the queen Vo arrest your P'rench and English secretary, And for more surety see yourself re moved To present ward at Tixall here hard by, As in this j^aper stands of her sub- scribed. — Day hands on them. Mary Stuart. Was this your riddle's word t [To Paulet. You have shot beyond me indeed, and shot to death Your honor with my life. — Draw, sirs, and stand : Ye have swords yet left to strike with once, and die By these our foes are girt with. vSome good friend, — I should have one yet left of you, — take heart. And slay me here. For God's love, draw : they have not So large a vantage of us, we must needs Bear back one foot from peril. Give not way: Ye shall but die more shamefully than here. Who can but here die fighting. What ' no man ? Must I find never at my need alive A man with heart to help me? O my God, Let me die now, and foil them ! — Paulet, you, Most knightly liar and traitor, was not this Part of your charge, to play my hang- man too. Who have played so well my dooms- man, and betrayed So honorably my trust, so bravely set A snare so loyal to make sure for death So poor a foolish woman ? Sir, or you That have this gallant office, great as his. To do the deadliest errand and most vile That even your mistress ever laid on man. And sent her basest knave to bear and slay. You are likewise of her chivalry, and should not Shrink to fulfil your title ; being a knight. 4o6 MARY STUART. For her dear sake that made you, lose not heart To strike for her one worthy stroke, that may Rid mc defenceless of the loathed long life She gapes for like a bloodhound. Nay, I find A face beside you that should bear for me Not life inscribed upon it; two years since I read therein at Sheffield what good will She bare toward me that sent to treat withal So mean a man and shameless, by his tongue To smite mine honor on the face, and turn My name of queen to servant ; by his hand So let her turn my life's name now to death, Which I would take more thankfully than shame To plead and thus prevail not. Faiilet. Madam, no : With us you may not in such suit pre- vail. Nor we by words or wrath of yours be moved To turn their edge back on you, nor remit The least part of our otifice, which deserves Nor scorn of you nor wonder, whose own act Has laid it on us; wherefore with less rage Please you take thought now to submit yourself, l".ven for vour own more honor, to the effect Whose cause was of your own device, that here I'.ears fruit unlooked for; which being rijjc in time You cannot choose but taste of, nor mav we Hut do the season's bidding, and the (iuc<:n s Who weeps at heart to know it. arm these men • Dis- Take you the prisoners to your present ward. And hence again to London : here meanwhile Some week or twain their lady must lie close. And with a patient or impatient heart Expect an end and word of judgment : 1 Must with Sir William back to Chart ley straight. And there make inquisition ere day close What secret serpents of what treasons hatched May in this lady's papers lurk, whence we Must pluck the fangs forth of thrm yet unfleshed. And lay these plots like dea..'. and strangled snakes Naked before the council. Mary Stuart. I must go ? Gorges. Madam, no help : I pray your pardon. Mary Stuart. Ay? Had I your pardon in this hand to give, And here in this my vengeance — Words, and words! God, for thy pity ! what vile thing is this That thou didst make of woman ? even in death. As in the extremest evil of all our lives. We can but curse or pray, but prate and weep. And all our wrath is wind that works no wreck. And all our fire as water. — Noble sirs. We are servants of your servants, and obey The beck of your least groom ; obsequi ously. We pray vou but report of us so much, Submit 'us to you. Yet would I take farewell, May it not displease you, for old ser- vice' sake. Of one my servant here that was, and now Hath no word for me; yet I blame him not, Who am past all help of man. — Go. witness me, MARY STL/ART. 407 I would not chide now, Gilbert, though my tongue Had strength yet left for chiding, and its edge Were yet a sword to smite with, or my wrath A thing that babes might shrink at; only this Take with you for your poor queen's true last word, — That if they let me live so long to see The fair wife's face again from whose soft side. Now laboring with your child, by violent hands Vou are reft perforce for my sake, while I live I will have charge of her more carefully Than of mine own life's keeping, which indeed I think not long to keep, nor care, God knows. How soon or how men take it. Nay, good friend. Weep not : my weeping time is well- nigh past. And theirs whose eyes have too much wept for me Should last no longer. — Sirs, I give you thanks For thus much grace and patience shown of you. My gentle gaolers, towards a queen unqueened. Who shall nor get nor crave again of man What grace may rest in him to give her. Come, Bring m^e to bonds again, and her with me That hath not stood so nigh me all these years To fall ere life doth from my side, or take Her way to death without me till I die. ACT n. — WALSINGHAM. Scene I. — Windsor Castle. Queen Elizabeth ami Sir Francis Walsinoham. Elizabeth. What will ye make me ? Let the council know I am yet their loving mistress, but they lay Too strange a burden on my love who send As to their servant word what ways to take. What sentence of my subjects given subscribe, And in mine own name utter. Bid them wait : Have I not patience } and was never quick To teach my tongue the deadly word of death. Lest one day strange tongues blot my fame with blood : The red addition of my sister's name Shall brand not mine. Walsingham. God grant your mercy shown Mark not your memory like a martyr's red With pure imperial heart's-blood of your own Shed through your own sweet-spirited height of heart That held your hand from justice ! Elizabeth. I would rather Stand in God's sight so signed with mine own blood Than with a sister's — innocent ; oi indeed Though guilty — being a sister's — might I choose. As being a queen I may not surely, — « no — I may not choose, you tell me. Walsingham. Nay, no man Hath license of so large election given As once to choose, being servant called of God, If he will serve or no, or save the name And slack the service. Elizabeth. Yea, but in his Word I find no word that w^hets for king- killing The sword kings bear for justice : yet I doubt. Being drawn, it may not choose but strike at root — Being drawn to cut off treason. Wal singham, 408 MARY STUART. Vou are more a statesman th?n a gos- peller ; Take for your tongue's text now no text of God's, But what the Devil has put into their lil)s Who should have slain me; nay, what by God's grace, Who bared their purpose to us, through pain or fear ^.ath been wrung thence of secrets writ in fire At bottom of their hearts. Have they confessed ? Walsingham. The twain trapped first in London. Elizabeth. What, the priest ? Their twice-turned Ballard, ha.^ Walsingham. Madam, not he. Elizabeth. God's blood I ye have spared not him the torment, knaves ? Of all I would not spare him. Walsingham. Verily, no; The rack hath spun his life's thread out so fine There is but left for death to slit in twain The thickness of a spider's. Elizabeth. Ay, still dumb ? Walsingham. Dumb for all good the pains can get of him ; Had he drunk dry the chalice of his craft Brewed in design abhorred of even his friends With poisonous purpose toward your majesty, lie had kept scarce harder silence. Elizabeth. Poison? ay — That should be still the churchman's household sword, Or saintly staff to bruise crowned heads from far, And break them with his precious balms that smell Rank as the jaws of death, or festal fume When Rome yet reeked with Borgia. But the rest Had grace enow to grant me for good- will Some death more gracious than a rat's ? God wot. I am boundcn to them, and will charge for this The hangman thank them heartily ; they shall not Lack daylight means to die by. God meseems. Will have me not die darkling like n dog. Who hath kept my lips from poison, and my heart From shot of English knave or Spanish, both Dubbed of the Devil or damned his doctors, whom My riddance from all ills that plague man's life Should have made great in record ; and for wage Your Ballard hath not better hap to fee Than Lopez had or Parry. Well, he lies As dumb in bonds as those dead dogs in earth, You say; but of his fellows newlv ta'en There are that keep not silence : what say these ? Pour in mine ears the poison of their plot Whose fangs have stung the silly snakes to death. Walsingham. The first a soldier, Savage, in these wars That sometimes serving sought a trai tor's luck Under the prince Farnese, then of late At Rheims was tempted of our traitors there. Of one in chief, Gifford the seminarist, My smock-faced spy's good uncle, to take off Or the earl of Leicester or your gra. cious self; And since his passage hither, to con- firm His hollow-hearted hardihood, hath had Word from this doctor more solicitous yet Sent by my knave his nej^hew, who of late Was in the seminary of so deadly seed Their reader in i)hilosophy, that their head. MARY STUART. 409 Even Cardinal Allen, holds for just and good The purpose laid upon his hand ; this man Makes yet more large confession than of this, Saying from our Gilbert's trusty mouth he had Assurance that in Italy the Pope Hath levies raised against us, to set forth For seeming succor toward the Par- mesan, But in their actual aim bent hither, where With French and Spaniards in one front of war They might make in upon us ; but from France No foot shall pass for inroad on our peace Till — so they phrase it — by these Catholics here Vour majesty be taken, or — Elizabeth. No more — Bui only taken ? springed but bird-like ? Ha! They are something tender of our poor personal chance — Temperately tender : yet I doubt the springe Had haply maimed me no less deep than life Sits next the heart most mortal. Or — so be it I slip the springe — what yet may shackle France, Hang weights upon their purpose who should else Be great of heart against us? They take time Till I be taken — or till what signal else As favorable ? Walsinghain. Till she they serve be brought Safe out of Paulet's keeping. Elizabeth. Ay? they know him So much my servant, and his guard so good, That sound of strange feet marching on our soil Against us in his prisoner's name per- chance Might from the walls wherein she sits his guest Raise a funereal echo? Yet I think He would not dare — what think'st thou might he dare Without my word for warrant? If knew This — IValsingham. It should profit not your grace to know What may not be conceivable for truth Without some stain on honor. Elizabeth. Nay, I say not That I would have him take upon hi? hand More than his trust may warrant : yet have men, Good men, for very truth of their good hearts. Put loval hand to work as perilous Well, God wot I would not have him so trans- gress — If such be called transgressors. Walsitigham. Let the queen Rest well assured he shall not. So far forth Our swordsman Savage witnesses of these That moved him toward your murder but in trust Thereby to bring invasion over sea : Which one more gently natured of his birth, Tichborne, protests with very show of truth That he would give no ear to, knowing, he saith. The miseries of such conquest : nor, it seems. Heard this man aught of murderous purpose bent Against your highness. Elizabeth. Naught ? why then, again, To him I am yet more bounden, who may think, Being found but half my traitor, at my hands To find but half a hangman. IValsingham. Nay, the man Herein seems all but half his own mai^ being 410 MAI^Y STUART. Made merely out of stranger hearts and brains Their engine of conspiracy; for thus Forsooth he pleads, that Babington his friend First showed him how himself was wrought upon By one man's counsel and persuasion, one Held of great judgment, — Ballard, on whose head All these lay all their forfeit. Elizabeth. Yet shall each Pay for himself red coin of ransom down In costlier drops than gold is. But of these Why take we tliought.'' Their natural- subject blood Can wash not out their sanguine-sealed attempt, Nor leave us marked as tyrant : only she That is the head and heart of all your fears. Whose hope or fear is England's, quick or dead, Leaves or imperilled or impeached of blood Me, that with all but hazard of mine own, God knows, would yet redeem her. I will write With mine own hand to her privily, — what else ? — Saying, if by word as privy from her hand She will confess her treasonous prac- tices. They shall be wrapped in silence up, and she By judgment live unscathed. Walsin^^hani. Being that she is. So surely will she deem of your great grace. And see it but as a snare set wide, or net Spread in the bird's sight vainly. Elizabeth. Why, then, well : She, casting off my grace, from all men's grace Cuts off herself, and even aloud avows By silence and suspect of jealous heart Her manifest foul conscience : on which proof I will proclaim her to the parliament So self-convicted. Yet I would not have Her name and life by mortal evidence Touched at the trial of them that now shall die. Or by their charge attainted : lest mv- self Fall in more peril of her friends than she Stands yet in shot of judgment. Walsingham. Be assured, Madam, the process of their treasons judged Shall tax not her before her trial-time With public note of clear complicity Even for that danger's sake which moves you. Elizabeth. Ale So much it moves not for my mere life's sake — Which I would never buy with fear of death — As for the general danger's, and the shame's Thence cast on queenship and on wo- manhood By mean of such a murderess. But, for them, I would the merited manner of their death Might for more note of terror be re- ferred To me and to my council : these at least Shall hang for warning in the world's wide eye More high than common traitors, with more pains Being ravished forth of their more vil lanous lives Than feed the general throat of justice. Her Shall this too touch, whom none that serves henceforth But shall be sure of hire more terrible Than all past wage of treason. IValsin^'hatn. Why, so tar As law gives leave — Elizabeth. What prat'st thou me of law.? MARY STUART. 411 rxod's blood ! is law for man's sake made, or man For law's sake only, to be held in bonds, Led lovingly like hound in huntsman's leash Or child l^y finger, not for help or stay. But hurt and hinderance ? Is not all this land And all its hope a' d surety given to time Of sovereignty and freedom, all the fame And all the fruit of manhood hence to be. More than one rag or relic of its law Wherewith all these lie shackled? as too sure Have states no less than ours been done to death With gentle counsel and soft-handed rule For fear to snap one thread of ordi- nance Though thence the state were strangled. VValsingham, Madam, yet There need no need be here of law'j least breach, That of all else is worst necessity — Being such a mortal medicine to the state As poison drunk to expel a feverish taint Which air or sleep might purge as easily. Elizabeth. Ay; but if air be poison- struck with plague. Or sleep to death lie palsied, fools were they. Faint hearts and faithless, who for health's fair sake Should fear to cleanse air, pierce and probe the trance. With purging fire or iron. Have your way. God send good end of all this, and pro- cure Some mean whereby mine enemies' craft and his May take no feet but theirs in their own toils. And no blood shed be innocent as mine. Scene II. — Chartley. Mary Beaton and Sir Amyas Paulet. Paidet. You should do well to bid her less be moved Who needs fear less of evil. Since we came ^gain from Tixall this wild mood of hers Hath vexed her more than all men's enmities Should move a heart more constant. Verily, I thought she had held more rule upon herself Than to call out on beggars at the gate When she rode forth, crying she had naught to give. Being all as much a beggar too as they, W' ith all things taken from her. Mary Beaton. Being so served, In sooth she should not show nor shame nor spleen. It was but seventeen days ye held her there Away from all attendance, as in bonds Kept without change of raiment, and to find, Being thence haled hither again, no nobler use. But all her papers plundered — then her keys By force of violent threat wrung from the hand She scarce could stir to help herself abed : These were no matters that should move her. Paidet. None, If she be clean of conscience, whole of heart. Nor else than pure in purpose, but maligned Of men's suspicions : how should one thus wronged But hold all hard chance good to approve her case Blameless, give praise for all, turn all to thanks That might unload her of so sore a charge. 412 MARY STUAKT. Despoiled not, but clisburdciied ? Her great wrath Pleads hard against her, and itself spake loud Alone, ere other witness might unseal ^Vrath's tierce interpretation: which ere long Was of her secretaries expounded, Mary Beaton. Sir, As you are honorable, and of equal heart Have shown such grace as man being manful may To such a piteous prisoner as desires Naught now but what may hurt not loyalty Though you comply therewith to com- fort her. Let her not think your spirit so far incensed By wild words of her mistress cast on you In heat of heart and bitter fire of spleen. That you should now close ears against a prayer Which else might fairly find them open. Paiilet. Speak More short and plainly : what I well may grant Shall so seem easiest granted. Mary Beaton. There should be No cause, I think, to seal your lips up, though I crave of them but so much breath as may Give mine ear knowledge of the wit- ness borne (If aught of witness were against her borne) Hy those her secretaries you spake of. ' PauUt. This With hard expostulation was drawn forth At last of one and other, that they twain Had writ by record from their lady's nujuth 'i'o Babington some letter which implies Close conscience of his treason, and good-will To meet his service with complicity : Hut one thing found therein of dead liest note The Frenchman swore they set not down, nor she Hade write one word of favor nor assent Answering this murderous motion to- ward our queen : Only, saith he, she held herself not bound For love's sake to reveal it, and thereby For love of enemies do to death such friends As only for her own love's sake were found Fit men for murderous treason : and so much Her own hand's transcript of the word she sent Should once produced bear witness of her. Mary Beaton. Ay? How then came this withholden "i Paulet. If she speak Hut truth, why, truth should sure be manifest. And shall, with God's good-will, tc good men's joy That wish not evil : as at Fotheringav When she shall come to trial must be tried If it be truth or no : for which assay You shall do toward her well and faith fully To bid her presently prepare her soul That it may there make answer. Mary Beaton. Presently? Paulet. Upon the arraignment of her friends who stand As 'twere at ])oint of execution now Ere sentence pass upon them of theii sin. Would you no more with me ? Afarv Bi-aton. I am bounden to you For thus much tidings granted. Paulet. So farewell. [Exit. Mary Beaton. So fare I well or ill as one who knows He shall not fare much further toward his end. Here looms on me the landmark of mv life. That I have looked for now some scor? of years MARY STUART. 413 Even with long-suffering eagerness of heart And a most hungry patience. I did know, Yea, God, thou knowest I knew this all that while, From that day forth when even these eyes beheld Fall the most faithful head in all the world, Toward her most loving, and of me most loved, By doom of hers that was so loved of him He could not love me nor his life at all, Nor his own soul, nor aught that all men love, Nor could fear death nor very God, or care If there were aught more merciful in heaven Thau love on earth had been to him. Chastelard, I have not had the name upon my lips That stands for sign of love the truest in man Since first love made him sacrifice of men, This long sad score of years retribu- tive Since it was cast out of her heart and mind Who made it mean a dead thing ; nor, I think, Will she remember it before she die More than in France the memories of old friends Are like to have yet forgotten ; but for me, Fiaply, thou knowest, so death not all be death If all these years I have had not in my mind Through all these chances this one thought in all, — That I shall never leave her till she die. Nor surely now shall I much longer serve Who fain would lie down at her foot and sleep. Fain, fain have done with waking. Yet my soul Knows, and yet God knows, I would set not hand To such a work as might put on the time. And make death's foot more forward for her sake : Yea, were it to deliver mine own soul From bondage and long-suffering of my life, I would not set mine hand to work hei wrong. Tempted I was — but hath God need of me To work his judgment, bring his time about, Approve his justice if the word be just, That whoso doeth shall suffer his own deed. Bear his own blow, to weep tears back for tears. And bleed for bloodshed ? God should spare me this That once I held the one good hope on earth, — To be the mean and engine of her end, Or some least part at least therein : I prayed, God, give me so much grace — who now should pray, Tempt me not, God. My heart swelled once to know I bore her death about me ; as I think Indeed I bear it : but what need hath God That I should clinch his doom with craft of mine ? What needs the wrath of hot Elizabeth Be blown aflame with mere past writ- ing read, Which hath to enkindle it higher al ready proof Of present practice on her state and. life ? Shall fear of death or love of England fail. Or memory faint, or foresight fall stark blind. That there should need the whet and s])ur of shame To turn her spirit into some chafing snake's. And make its fang more feared foi mortal.? Yet 414 MARY STUART I am glad, and I repent me not, to know I have the writing in my bosom sealed That licars such matter, with her own hand signed, As she that yet repents her not to have writ Repents her not that she refrained to send. And fears not but long since it felt the fire — Being fire itself to burn her, yet un- quenched, Hut in my hand here covered harmless "1^' Which had in charge to burn it. What perchance Might then the reading of it have wrought for us, If all this fiery poison of her scoffs Making the foul froth of a serpent's tongue More venomous, and more deadly toward her queen, Even Ikss of Hardwick's bitterest babbling tales. Had touched at heart the Tudor vein indeed ? Enough it yet were surely, though that vein Were nov/ the gentlest that such hearts may hold, And all doubt's trembling balance that way bent, To turn, as with one mortal grain cast in. The scale of grace against her life that writ. And weigh down pity deathward. Enter Mary Stuart. Mary Stuart. Have we found Such kindness of our keeper as may give Some ease from expectation ? or must hope Still fret for ignorance how long here we stay As men abiding judgment ? Mary Beaton. Now not long, lie tells me, need we think to tarry; since The lime and place of trial arc set, next month To hold it in ihc castle of Fotheringay. Mary Stuart. Why, he knows well I were full easily moved To set forth hence ; there must I find more scope To commune with the ambassador of P>ancc By letter thence to London : but, God help, Think these folk truly, doth she verilv think. What never man durst yet, nor woman dreamed. May one that is nor man nor woman think. To bring a queen born subject of no laws Here in subjection of an alien law By foreign force of judgment .-' Were she wise. Might she not have me privily made away ? And being nor wise, nor valiant but of tongue, Could she find yet foolhardiness of heart Enough to attaint the rule of royal rights With murderous madness? I will think not this Till it be proven indeed. Mary Beaton. A month come round. This man protests, will prove it. Mary Stuart. Ay! {protests ? What protestation' of what l^rotestant Can unmake law that was of God's mouth made, Unwritc the writing of the world, unsay The general saying of ages ? If I go, Compelled of God's hand or constrained of man's. Yet God shall bid me not nor man enforce My tongue to plead before them for mv life. I had rather end as kings before mc, die Rather by shot or stroke of murderous hands, Than so make answer once in face of man As one brought forth to judgment. Are they mad. And she most mad for envious heart of all, MARY STUAkT. 415 To make so mean account of me ? Methought, When late we came back hither, soiled and spent And sick with travel, I had seen their worst of wrong Full-faced, with its most outrage : when I found My servant Curie's young new-delivered wife Without priest's comfort, and her babe unblessed, A nameless piteous thing born ere its time. And took it from the mother's arms abed, And bade her have good comfort, since myself Would take all charge against her hus- band laid On mine own head to answer, — deem- ing not Man ever durst bid answer for mv- self On charge as mortal, — and, mine almo- ner gone, Did I not crave of Paulet for a grace I lis chaplain might baptize me this poor babe. And was denied it, and with mine own hands For shame and charity moved to chris- ten her There with scant ritual, in his heretic sight, By mine own woful name, whence God, I pray. For her take off its presage ? I mis- deemed. Who deemed all these and yet far more than these For one born queen indignities enough. On one crowned head enough of buf- fets . more Hath time's hand laid upon me ; yet I keep Faith in one word I spake to Paulet, say- ing Two things were mine though I stood spoiled of all As of my letters and my privy coin By pickpurse hands of office : these things yet Might none take thievish hold upon to strip His prisoner naked of her natural dcnver, — The blood yet royal running here un- spilled. And that religion which I think to keep Fast as this royal blood until I die. So, where at last and howsoe'er I fare, I need not much take thought, nor thou for love Take of thy mistress pity : yet meseems They dare not work their open will on me ; But God's it is that shall be done, and I Find end of all in quiet. I would sleep On this strange news of thine, that being awake I may the freshlier front my sense there- of And thought of life or death. Come in with me. Scene HI. — Tyburn. A Crowd of Citizefts. First Citizen. Is not their hour yet on ? Men say the queen Bade spare no jot of torment in their end That law might lay upon them. Second Citize7i. Truth it is, To spare what scourge soe'er man's justice may Twist for such caitiff traitors, were to grieve God's with mere inobservance. Hear you not How yet the loud lewd braggarts of their side Keep heart to threaten that for all this foil They are not foiled indeed, but yet the work Shall prosper with deliverance of their queen, And death for her of ours, though they should give Of their own lives for one an hundred- fold? Third Citizen. These are bold mouths : one that shall die to- daV 4i6 M.IA'V STUART. Heing this last week arraigned at West- minster, Had no such heart, they say, to his defence, Who was the main head of their trea- sons. First Citizeti. Ay, Antl yesterday, if truth belie not him. Durst with his doomed hand write some word of prayer To the queen's self, her very grace, to crave Grace of her for his gracelessness, that she Might work, on one too tainted to deserve, A miracle of compassion, whence her fame For pity of sins too great for pity of man Might shine more glorious than his crime showed foul In the eye of such a mercy. Second Citizen. \'et men said He spake at his arraignment soberly With clear mild looks and gracious gesture, showing The purport of his treasons in such wise That it seemed pity of him to hear them, how All their beginnings and proceedings had First head and fountain only for their spring From ill persuasions of that poisonous priest Who stood the guiltiest near, by this man's side Ajjproved a valiant villain. Barnwell ne.xt. Who came but late from Ireland here to court. Made simply protestation of design To work no personal ill against the Cjuccn, Nor pauit rebellion's face as murder's red With blood imperial : Tichborne then avowed He knew the secret of their aim, and kept, And held forsooth himself no traitor, yet In the end would even plead guilty Donne with him. And Salisbury, who not less professed he still' Stood out against the killing of the queen, And would not hurt her for a kingdom. So, When thus all these had pleaded, one by one Was each man bid say fairly, for his part. Why sentence should not pass : and Bal lard first, Who had been so sorely racked he might not stand. Spake, but as seems to none effect ; of whom Said Babington again, he set them on, He first, and most of all him, who be- lieved This priest had power to assoil his soui alive Of all else mortal treason. Ballani then, As in sad scorn — Yea., Master Babing- ton, Quoth he, lay oil upon me, but / wis/i For you the shedding of my blood mii;;ht be The saving of your life : hiKi'beit, for that. Say 7vhat you will ; and I will say no more. Nor spake the swordsman Savage aught again. Who, first arraigned, had first avowed his cause Guilty ; nor yet spake Tichborne aught l)ut Donne Spake, and the same said Barnwell, - each had sinned For vcrv conscience onlv; Salisbury last Besought the queen remission of his guilt. Then spake Sir Christopher Hatton for the rest That sat with him commissioners, and showed MARY STUART. 417 How by dark doctrine of the semina- ries, And instance most of Ballard, had been brought To extreme destruction here of body and soul A sort of brave youths otherwise en- dowed With goodly gifts of birthright; and in fine There was the sentence given that here even now Shows seven for dead men in our pres- ent sight. And shall bring six to-morrow forth to die. Enter Babington, Ballard (^carried in a chair), TiCHHORNE, Savage, Barnwell, Tilney, and Akington, guardtd: Sheriff, Executioner, Chap- lain, etc. First Citizen. What, will they speak ? Second Citizen. Ay ; each hath leave in turn To show what mood he dies in toward his cause. Ballard. Sirs, ye that stand to see us take our doom, I being here given this grace to speak to you Have but my word to witness for my soul, That all I have done and all designed to do Was only for advancement of true faith To furtherance of religion : for myself Aught would I never, but for Christ's dear church Was mine intent all wholly, to redeem Her sore affliction in this age and land, As now may not be yet : which know- ing for truth, I am readier even at heart to die than live. And dving I crave of all men pardon whom My doings at all have touched, or who thereat Take scandal ; and forgiveness of the queen If on this cause I have offended her. Savage. The like say I, that have no skill in speech, But heart enough with faith at heart to die. Seeing but for conscience and the com mon good. And no preferment but this general weal, I did attempt this business. Bartiwell. I confess That I, whose seed was of that hallowed earth Whereof each pore hath sweated blood for Christ, Had note of these men's drifts, which 1 deny That ever I consented with, or could In conscience hold for lawful. That I came To spy for them occasions in the court, And there being noted of her Majesty She seeing mine eyes peer sharply like a man's That had such purpose as she wist before Prayed God that all were well — if this were urged, I might make answer, it was not un- known To divers of the council that I there Had matters to solicit of mine own Which thither drew me then: yet I confess That Babington, espying me thence returned. Asked me what news : to whom again I told. Her majesty had been abroad that day. With all the circumstance I saw there. Now, If I have done her majesty offence, I crave her pardon : and assuredly If this my body's sacrifice might yet Establish her in true religion, here Most willingly should this be offered up. Tilney. I came not here to reason of mv faith, But to die simply like a Catholic, pray- ing Christ give our queen Elizabeth long life. And warning all youth born take heed by me. 4i8 MARY STUART. Abington. I likewise, and if aught I have erred in aught I crave but pardon as for ignorant sin, Holding at all points tirm the Catholic faith; And all things charged against me I confess, Save that I ever sought her highness' death: In whose poor kingdom yet ere long, I fear, Will be great bloodshed. Sheriff. Seest thou, Abington, Here all these people present of thy kind Whose blood shall be demanded at thy hands If dying thou hide what might en- danger them ? Speak therefore, why or by what mor- tal mean Should there be shed such blood? Abington. All that I know You have on record : take but this for sure, — This country lives for its iniquity Loathed of all countries, and God loves it not. Whereon I pray you trouble me no more With questions of this world, but let me pray. And in mine own wise make my peace with God. Babington. Yox me, first head of all this enterprise, I needs must make this record of my- self, I have not conspired for profit, but in trust Of men's persuasions whence I etood assured This work was lawful which I should have done, And meritorious as toward God; for which No less I crave forgiveness of my queen, And that my brother may possess my lands In heritage else forfeit with my head. Tichbortte. Good countrymen and my dear friends, you look For something to be said of me, that am But an ill orator; and my text is worse. Vain were it to make full discourse of all This cause that brings me hither, which Ijefore Was all made bare, and is well known to most That have their eyes upon me : let me stand For all young men, and most for those born high, Their present warning here : a friend T had, Ay, and a dear friend, one of whom I made No small account, whose friendship foi pure love To this hath brought me : I may not deny He told me all the matter, how set down. And ready to be wrought; which al- ways I Held impious, and denied to deal there- in : But only for my friend's regard was I Silent, and verified a saying in me, Who so consented to him. Ere this thing chanced, How brotherly we twain lived heart in heart Together, in what flourishing estate. This town well knows : of whom went all report Through her loud length of Fleet-street and the Strand And all parts else that sound men's fortunate names, But Babington and Tichborne ? that therem There was no haughtiest threshold found of force To brave our entry; thus we lived our life. And wanted nothing we might wish for : then. For me, what less was in my head, God knows, Than high state matters .> Give me now but leave Scarce to declare the miseries I sus taiucd ATARY STUART. 419 Since I took knowledge of thie action, whence To his estate I well may liken mine, Who could forbear not one forbidden thing To enjoy all else afforded of the world : The terror of my conscience hung on mc ; Who, taking heed what perils girt me, went To Sir John Peters hence in Essex, there Appointing that my horses by his mean Should meet me here in London, whence I thought To flee into the country: but being here I heard how all was now bewrayed abroad ; Whence Adam-like we fled into the woods. And there were taken. My dear coun- trymen, Albeit my sorrows well may be your joy, Yet mix your smiles with tears : pity my case, Who, born out of an house whose name descends Even from two hundred years ere Eng- lish earth Felt Norman heel upon her, wore it yet Till this mishap of mine unspotted. Sirs, I have a wife, and one sweet child : my wife, My dear wife Agnes : and my grief is there ; And for six sisters too left on my hand : All my poor servants were dispersed, I know. Upon their master's capture : all which things Most heartily I sorrow for : and though Naught might I less have merited at her hands, Yet had I looked for pardon of my fauit From the queen's absolute grace and clemency ; That the unexpired remainder of my years Might in some sort have haply recom penscd This former guilt of mine whereof I die : But seeing such fault may find not such release Even of her utter mercies, heartily I crave at least of her and all the world Forgiveness, and to God commend my soul, And to men's memory this my penitence Till our death's record die from out the land. First Citizen. God pardon him ! Stand back: what ail these knaves To drive and thrust upon us.' Help me, sir ; I thank you : hence we take them full in view : Hath yet the hangman there his knife in hand.'' ACT HI. — BURGHLEY. Scene I. — The presence - chamber in Fotheringay Castle. At the upper end ^ a chair of state as for QuEEN Eliza- beth; opposite, in the centre of the halloa chair for Mary Stuart. The Commissioners seated on either side along the wall : to the riirht, the Earls, with Lord Chancellor Bromley and Lord Treasurer Burghlev; to the left, the Barons, with the Knights of the Privy Council, among them Walsingham and Paulet; Pop- ham, Egerton, and Gavvdy, as Counsel for the Crcnvn. Enter >L\RY Stuart, supported by Sir Andrew Melville, and takes her place. Mary Stuart. Here are full many men of counsel met ; Not one for me. \The Chancellor rises. Bromley. Madam, this court is held To make strait inquisition as by law Of what with grief of heart our queen has heard, — A plot upon her life, against the faith Here in her kingdom stablished : on which cause 420 AfAKY STUART. Our charge it is to exact your answer here, And put to proof your guilt or inno- cence. Afarv Stuart (risino). Sirs, whom by .strange constraint I stand before, My lords, and not my judges, — since no law Can hold to mortal judgment answer- able A princess free-born of all courts on earth, — I rise not here to make response as one Responsible toward any for my life, Or of mine acts accountable to man, Who see none higher save only God in heaven. I am no natural subject of your land, That 1 should here plead as a criminal charged, Nor in such wise appear I now : I came On your queen's faith to seek in Eng- land help By trothplight pledged me : where by promise-breach I am even since then her prisoner held in ward : Yet, understanding by report of you Some certain things I know not of to be Against me brought on record, by my will I stand content to hear and answer these. Bromley. Madam, there lives none born on earth so high Who for this land's laws' breach within this land .Shall not stand answerable before those laws. Bnri^hlcy. I.ct there be record of the jirisoner's plea And answer given such protest here set down. And so proceed wc to this present charge. Gawiiy. My lords, to unfold by length of circumstance The model of this whole conspiracy Sh(;ul(l lay the pattern of all treasons bare That ever brought high state in danger. This No man .there lives among us but hath heard, — How certain men of our cjueen's house- hold folk. Being wrought on by persuasion of their priests. Drew late a bond between them, bind- ing these With others of their faith accomplices Directed first of Anthony Babington By mean of six for execution chosen To slay the queen their mistress, and thereon Make all her trustiest men of trust away ; As, my lord treasurer Burghley present here, Lord Hunsdon, and Sir Francis Wal- singham, And one that held in charge a while agone This lady now on trial, — Sir Francis Knowles. That she was hereto privy, to her power Approving and abetting their device, It shall not stand us in much need to show. Whose proofs are manifoldly manifest On record written of their hands and hers. Mary Stuart. Of all this I know noth- ing : Babington I have used for mine intelligencer, sent With letters charged at need, but never yet Spake with him, never writ him word of mine As privy to these close conspiracies. Nor word of his had from him. Never came One harmful thought upon me toward your (luccn. Nor knowledge ever that of other hearts Was harm designed against her. Proofs, ye say, Forsooth ye hold to impeach me : I desire But only to behold and handle them If they in sooth of sense be tangible More than mere air and shadow. Buri^liUy. Let the clerk Produce those letters writ from Bal)ing ton. MARY STUART. 421 Mary Sfuart. What then ? It may be such were writ of him : Be it proved that they came ever in my hands. If Babington affirm so much, I say He, or who else will say it, lies openly. Gawdy. Here is the man's confession writ ; and here Ballard's the Jesuit ; and the soldier's here, Savage, that served with Parma. Mary Stuart. What of these ? Traitors they were, and traitor-like they lied. Gawdy. And here the last her letter of response Confirming and approving in each point Their purpose, writ direct to Babington. Mary Stuart. My letter t None of mine it is . perchance It may be in my cipher charactered, But never came from or my tongue or hand . I have sought mine own deliverance, and thereto Solicited of my friends their natural help: Yet certain whom I list not name there were. Whose offers made of help to set me free Receiving, yet I answered not a word. Howbeit, desiring to divert the storm Of persecution from the Church, for this To your queen's grace I have made most earnest suit : But for mine own part, I would pur- chase not This kingdom with the meanest one man's death In all its commonalty, much less the queen's. Many there be have dangerously designed Things that I knew not : yea, but very late There came a letter to my hand which craved My pardon if by enterprise of some Were undertaken aught unknown of me. A cipher lightly may one counterfeit. As he that vaunted him of late in France To be my son's base bi other; and I fear Lest this, for aught mine ignorance of it knows. May be that secretary's fair handiwork Who sits to judge me, and hath prac- tised late, I hear, against my son's life and mine own. But I protest I have not so much as thought Nor dreamed upon destruction of the queen : I had rather spend most gladly mine own life Than for my sake the Catholics should be thus Afflicted only in very hate of me. And drawn to death so cruel as these tears Gush newly forth to think of. Burghley. Here no man Who hath showed himself true subject to the state Was ever for religion done to death ; But some for treason, that against the queen Upheld the pope's bull and authority. Mary Stuart. Yet have I heard it otherwise affirmed, And read in books set forth in print as much. Burghley They that so write say too the queen hath here Made forfeit of her royal dignity. Walsingham. Here I cah God to record on my part That personally or as a private man I have done naught misbeseeming honesty. Nor as I bear a public person's place Done aught thereof unworthy. I con- fess That, being right careful of the queen's estate And safety of this realm, I have curiously Searched out the practices against it nay, Herein had Ballard offered me his help 4- MARY STUART. I durst not have denied him; yea, I would Have recompensed the pains he had taken. Say I have practised aught with him, why did he not, To save his life, reveal it? i\fary Stuart. Pray you, sir, Take no displeasure at me . truth it is Report has found me of your dealings, blown From lip to ear abroad, wherein myself 1 put no credit ; and could but desire Yourself would all as little make account Of slanders flung on me. Spies, sure, are men Of doubtful credit, which dissemble things Far other than they speak. Do not believe That I gave ever or could give consent Once to the queen's destruction . I would never. These tears are bitter witness, never would Make shipwreck of my soul by com- passing Destruction of my dearest sister. Ga7ody. This Shall soon by witness be disproved: as here Even by this letter from Charles Paget's hand Transcribed, which Curie your secre- tary hath borne, Plain witness you received, touching a league Ik'twixt Mendo/aand llallard, who con- ferred Of this land's fore-orduined invasion, thence To give v<^u freedom. Miiry Stuart. What of this ? ye shoot Wide (jf the purpose, this approves not me Consenting to the queen's destruction. Gaiody. That stands proven enough by word ()f Habington, Who dying avowed it, and by letters passed From him to you, whom he therein acclaims As his most dread and sovereign lad]; and queen. And by the way makes mention pass mgly Of a plot laid by transference to con vey This kingdom to the Spaniard. Mary Sttiart. I confess There came a priest unto me, saying \i 1 Would not herein bear part, I with m\ son Alike should be debarred the inherit ance: His name ye shall not have of me ; but this Ye know, that openly the Spaniard lay.« Claim to your kingdom, and to none will give Place ever save to me. Burghley. Still stands the charge, On written witness of your secretaries. Great on all points against you. Mary Stuart. Wherefore then Are not these writers with these writ ings brought To outface me front to front .' For Gilbert Curie, He is in the Frenchman's hands a waxen toy, Whom the other, once mine uncle's secretary. The Cardinal's' of Lorraine, at his mere will Moulds, turns, and tempers , being him self a knave That may be hired or scared with peril or' com To swear what thing men bid him. Truth again Is this that I deny not, seeing myself ,\gainst all right held fast in Fnglish ward, I have sought all help where I might hope to find ; Which thing that I dispute not, let this be The sign that I disclaim no jot of truth In all objected to me. For the rest. All majesty that moves in all the world. And all safe station of all princes liorn, Fall, as things unrespectcd, to the ground, If on the testimony of secretaries MARY STUART. 423 And on their writings merely these depend, Being to their likeness thence debased. For me, Naught I delivered to them but what first Nature to me delivered, that I might Recover yet at length my liberty. I am not to be convicted save alone By mine own word or writing. If these men Have written toward the queen my sis- ter's hurt Aught, I wist naught of all such writ at all: Let them be put to punishment ; I am sure, Were these here present, they by testi- mony Would uimg me clear of blame. Gaivdy. Yet by their mean They could not in excuse of you deny That letters of communion to and fro Have passed between you and the Span- iard, whence What should have come on England and the queen These both well know, and with what messages Were English exiles entertained of you By mean of these men, of your secre- taries, Confirmed and cherished in conspiracy For this her kingdom's overthrow : in France Paget and Morgan, traitors in design Of one close mind with you, and in your name Cheered hence for constant service. Mary Stuart. That I sought Comfort and furtherance of all Catho- lic states, By what mean found soever just and good. Your mistress from myself had note long since And open warning : uncompelled I made Avowal of such my righteous purpose, nor In aught may disavow it. Of these late plots No proof is here to attaint mine inno- cence. Who dare all proof against me : Babing ton I know not of, nor Ballard, nor their works ; But kings my kinsmen, powers that serve the Church, These I confess my comforters, in hope Held fast of their alliance. Yet again I challenge in the witness of my words The notes writ of these letters here alleged In mine own hand : if these ye bring not forth. Judge all good men if I be not con- demned In all your hearts already, who per- chance. For all this pageant held of lawless law. Have bound yourselves by pledge to speak me dead. But I would have you look into your souls. Remembering how the theatre of the world Is wider, in whose eye ye are judged that judge, Than this one realm of England. Btirghley. Toward that realm Suffice it here that, madam, you stand charged With deadly purpose : being of proven intent To have your son conveyed to Soain, and give The title you pretend upon our crown Up with his wardship to King Philip. Mary Stuart. Nay, I have no kingdom left to assign, nor crown Whereof to make conveyance : yet is this But lawful, that of all things which are mine I may dispose at pleasure, and to none Stand on such count accountable. Burghley. So be it So far as may be; but your ciphers sent By Curie's plain testimony to Babing ton, 424 MARY STUART. To the lord Lodovic, and to Fernihurst, Once provost on your part in Edinburgh, By mean of Grange your friend his father-in-law, Speak not but as with tongue imperial, nor Of import less than kingdoms. Mary Stuart. Surely, sir, Such have I writ, and many ; nor there- in Beyond my birth have trespassed, to commend That lord you speak of, and another, both' My friends in faith, to a cardinal's dig- nity, And that, I trust, without offence : except It be not held as lawful on my part To commune with the chiefest of my creed By written word on matters of mine own As for your queen with churchfolk of her kind. Burghley. Well were it, madam, that with some of yours You had held less close communion : since by proof Reiterated from those your secretaries It seems you know right well that Mor- gan who Sent Parry privily to despatch the queen. And have assigned him annual pension. Mary Stuart. This I know not, whether or no your charge be truth ; But I do know this Morgan hath lost all For my sake, and in honor sure I am That rather to relieve him I stand bound, Than to revenge an injury done your queen Hy one that lives my friend, and hath dct^crved Well at mine hands : yet, being not bound to this, I did affright the man from such attemj^ts Of crimes against her, who contrariwise Hath out of I'jigland oi)cnly assigned Pensions to Gray my traitor, and the Scots Mine adversaries, as also to my son, To hire him to forsake me. Burghley. Nay, but seeing Hy negligence of them that steered the state The revenues of Scotland sore impaired, Somewhat in bounty did her grace bestow Upon your son the king, her kinsman : whom She would not, being to her so near of blood. Forget from charity. No such iielp it was. Nor no such honest service, that your friends Designed you, who by letters hither writ To Paget and Mendoza sent as here Large proffers of strange aid from over- sea To right you by her ruin. Mary Stuart. Here was naught Aimed for your queen's destruction: nor is this Against me to be charged, that foreign friends Should labor for my liberty. Thus much At sundry times I have signified aloud Bv open message to her, that I would still Seek mine own freedom. Who shall bar me this ? Who ta.\ me with unreason, that I sent Unjust conditions on my part to be To her propounded, which now many times Have alway found rejection ^ yea, when even For hostages I proffered in my stead To be delivered up with mine own son The Duke of Guise's, both to stand in pledge That nor vour queen nor kingdom should through me Take aught of damage ; so that hence by proof I see myself utterly from all hope Already barred of freedom. But I now Am dealt with most unworthily, whose fame AfAJ^y STUART. 42s And honorable repute are called in doubt Before such foreign men of law as may By miserable conclusions of their craft Draw every thin and shallow circum- stance Out into compass of a consequence : Whereas the anointed heads and con- secrate Of princes are not subject to such laws As private men are. Next, whereas ye are given Authority but to look such matters through As tend to the hurt of your queen's person, yet Here is the cause so handled, and so far Here are my letters wrested, that the faith Which I profess, the immunity and state Of foreign princes, and their private right ~)i mutual speech by word reciprocate From royal hand to royal, all in one Are called in question, and myself by force Brought down beneath my kingly dignity, \nd made 'to appear before a judg- ment-scat As one held guilty ; to none end but this, ill to none other purpose, but that I J^Iight from all natural favor of the queen Be quite excluded, ' noi arc we MARY STUART. 42/ With prejudice come hither, but to judge By the straight rule of justice. On their part, These the queen's learned counsel here in place Do level at nothing else but that the truth May come to light, how far you have made offence Against the person of the queen. To us Full power is given to hear and dili- gently Examine all the matter, though your- self Were absent : yet for this did we desire To have your presence here, lest we might seem To have derogated from your honor; nor Designed to object against you any thing But what you knew of, or took part therein, Against the queen's life bent. For this were these l^our letters brought in question, but to unfold V'our aim against her person, and therewith All matters to it belonging ; which per- force Are so with other matters interlaced As none may sever them. Hence was there need Set all these forth, not parcels here and there. Whose circumstances do the assurance give I^pon what points you dealt with Bab- ington. Mary Stuart. The circumstances haply may find proof. But the fact never. Mine integrity Nor on the memory nor the credit hangs Of these my secretaries, albeit I know They are men of honest hearts . yet if they have Confessed in fear of torture any thing. Or hope of guerdon and impunity, It may not be admitted, for just cause Which I will otherwhere allege. Men's minds Are with affections diversly distraught And borne about of passion : nc: would these Have ever avowed such things against me, save For their own hope and profit. Letters may Toward other hands be outwardly ad- dressed Than they were writ for : yea, and many times Have many things been privily slipped in mine Which from my tongue came never. Were I not Reft of my papers, and my secre- tary Kept from me, better might I then confute These things cast up against me. Burghley. But there shall Be nothing brought against you save what last- Stands charged, even since the nine- teenth day of June : Nor would your papers here avail you, seeing Your secretaries, and Babington him self, Being of the rack unquestioned, have affirmed You sent those letters to him ; which though yourself Deny, yet whether more belief should here On affirmation or negation hang Let the commissioners judge. But, to come back. This next I tell you as a counsellor, Time after time you have put forth many things Propounded for your freedom ; that all these Have fallen all profitless, 'tis long of you, And of the Scots ; in no wise of the queen. For first the lords of Scotland, being required. Flatly resused, to render up the king 428 MARY STUART. In hostage : and when treaty last was held Upon your freedom, then was Parry sent V>y your dependant Morgan privily To niakc the queen away by murder. Mary Stuart. Ah ! You are my adversary. Burghley. Yea, surely I am To the queen's adversaries an adver- sary. But now hereof enough : let us proceed Henceforth to proofs. Mary Stuart. I will not hear them. Burghley. Yet Hear them will we. Mary Stuart. And in another place I too will hear them, and defend myself. Gawdy. First let your letters to Charles Paget speak. Wherein you show him there is none other way For Spain to bring the Netherlands again To the old obedience, but by setting up A prince in England that might help his cause ; Then to Lord Paget, to bring hastilier His forces up for help to invade this land ; And Cardinal Allen's letter, hailing you His most dread sovereign lady, and sig- nifying The matter to the prince of Parma's care To be commended. Mary Stuart. I am so sore beset, I k'-'j.v not how by point and circum- stance To meet vour manifold impeachments. This I see through all this charge for evil truth, That P.abingtcn and my two secretaries Have even to excuse themselves ac- cused me : yet, As touching that conspiracy, this I Of those six men for execution chosen I never heara ; and all the rest is naught To this pretended purpose of your charge. For Cardinal Allen, whatsoe'er he have writ, I hold him for a reverend prelate, so To be esteemed, no more : none save the Pope Will I acknowledge for the Church'j head And sovereign thence on thought oi spirit of mine ; But in what rank and place I stand esteemed Of him and foreign princes through the world, I know not, neither can I hinder them By letters writ of their own hearts and hands To hail me queen of England. As for those Whose duty and plain allegiance sworn to me Stands flawed in all men's sight, — my secretaries, — These merit no belief. They which have once Forsworn themselves, albeit they swear again With oaths and protestations ne'er so great, Are not to be believed. Nor may these men By what sworn oath soever hold them bound In court of conscience, seeing they have sworn to me Their secrecy and fidelity bcfc:\., And are no subjects of this country. Nau Hath manv times writ other than I bade. And Curie sets down whate'er Nau bids him write ; But for my part I am ready in all to bear The burden of their fault, save what may lay A blot upon mine honor. Ilaply t^o These things did they confess to save themselves; Supposing their avowal could hurt not me, Who, being a queen, they thought, goor ignorant men. MARY STUART. 429 More favorably must needs be dealt withal. For Ballard, I ne'er heard of any such, But of one Mallard once that proffered me Such help as I would none of, knowing this man Had vowed his service too to Walsing- ham. Gawdy. Next, from your letters to Mendoza, writ By Curie, as freely his confession shows, In privy cipher, take these few brief notes For perfect witness of your full de- sign. You find yourself, the Spaniard hears thereby, "Sore troubled what best course to take anew For your affairs this side the sea, whereon Charles Paget hath a charge to impart from you Some certain overtures to Spain and him In your behalf, whom you desire with prayer Show freely what he thinks may be obtained Thus from the king his master. One point more Have you reserved thereon depending, which On your behalf you charge him send the king Some secret word concerning, no man else. If this be possible, being privy to it : Even this, that seeing your son's great obstinacy Xn heresy, and foreseeing too sure there- on Most imminent danger and harm thence like to ensue To the Catholic Church, he coming to bear rule Within this kingdom, you are resolved at heart, [n case your son be not reduced again To the Catholic faith before your death, — whereof Plainly you say small hope is yours se long As he shall bide in Scotland, — to give up To that said king, and grant in absolute right, Your claim upon succession to this crown, By your last will made ; praying him on this cause From that time forth wholly to take yourself Into his keeping, and therewith the state And charge of all this country ; which, you say, You cannot for discharge of conscience think That you could put into a prince's hands More zealous for your faith, and abler found To build it strong upon this side again, Even as through all parts else of Chris tendom. But this let silence keep in secret, lest Being known it be your dowry's loss in France, And open breach in Scotland with your SOJ^, And in tKis realm of England utterly Your ruirj and destruction. On your part Next is he bidden thank his lord the king For Kberal grace and sovereign favor shown Lord Paget and his brother, which you pray him Most earnestly to increase, a.id gratify Poor Morgan with some pension foi yo'ir sake, Who hath not for your sake only en- dured so much. But for the common cause. Likewise, ai.d last, Is one he knows commended to his charge With some more full supply to be sus- tained Than the entertainment that yourself allot According to the little means you have. 430 MA/^y STUART. Bur^hUy. Hereon stands proof ap- parent of that charge Which you but now put by, that you design To give your right supposed upon this realm Into the Spaniard's hold; and on that cause Lie now at Rome Allen and Parsons, men Your servants and our traitors. Mary Stuart. No such proof Lives but by witness of revolted men, My traitors and your helpers; who to me Have broken their allegiance bound by oath. When, being a prisoner clothed about with cares, I languished out of hope of liberty, Nor yet saw hope to effect of those things aught Which many and many looked for at my hands. Declining now through age and sick- ness, this To some seemed good, even for reli- gion's sake. That the succession here of the Eng- lish crown Should or be stablished in the Spanish king Or in some English Catholic. And a book Was sent to me to avow the Spaniard's claim ; Which being of me allowed not, some there were In whose displeasure thence I fell ; but now Seeing all my hope in England desper- ate grown, I am fully minded to reject no aid Abroad, but resolute to receive it. IValsin^ham. Sirs, licthink you, were the kingdonw so conveyed. What should become of you and all of yours. Estates and honors and |)()steritics, Being to such hands delivered. liidTi^hUy. Nay, but these In no such wise can be conveyed away By personal will, but by successive right Still must descend in heritage of law. Whereto your own words witness, say- ing if this Were blown abroad your cause were utterly Lost in all hearts of English friends. Therein Your thoughts hit right : for here in all men's minds That are not mad with envying at the truth. Death were no loathlier than a stranger king. If you would any more, speak : if not aught. This cause is ended. Mary Stuart. I recjuire again Before a full and open parliament Hearing, or speech in person with the queen, Who shall, I hope, have of a queen regard. And with the council. So, in trust hereof, I crave a word with some of you apart. And of this main assembly take fare- well. ACT. IV. — ELIZABETH. Scene I. — Richmond. Walsingham and Davison. Walsi)igham. It is God's wrath, too sure, that holds her hand ; His plague upon this people, to pre- serve By her sole mean her deadliest enemy, known By proof more potent than approof of law In all points guilty, but on more than all Toward all this country dangerous. Tu take off From the court held last month at Kotheringay Authority with so full commission given To pass upon her judgment — suddenly Cut short by message of some threw lines writ MARY STC/ART. 431 With hurrying hand at midnight, and despatched To maim its work upon the second day, — What else may this be in so wise a queen 15ut madness, as a brand to sear the brain Of one by God infatuate? yea, and now That she receives the French ambas- sador "With one more special envoy from his king, Except their message touch her spleen with fire. And so undo itself, we cannot tell What doubt may work upon her. Had we but Some sign more evident of some private seal Confirming toward her by more per- sonal proof The Scottish queen's inveteracy, for this As for our country plucked from immi nent death We might Miank God ; but wi<-h such gracious words Of piteous challenge and imperial plea She hath wrought by letter on our mis- tress' mind, We may not thmk her judgment so could slip, Borne down with passion or forgetful- ness. As to leave bare her bitter root of heart And core of evil will there laboring. Davison. Yet I see no shade of other surety cast From any sign of likelihood. It were Not shameful more than dangerous, though she bade, To have her prisoner privily made away ; Yet stands the queen's heart well-nigh fixed hereon When aught may seem to fix it ; then as fast Wavers, but veers to that bad point again Whence blowing the wind blows down her honor, nor Brings surety of life with fame's destruo tion. Walsinghajn. Ay, We are no Catholic keepers, and his charge Need fear no poison in our watch-dog's fang. Though he show honest teeth at her, to threat Thieves' hands with loyal danger. Enter Queen Elizabeth, attended by BuRGHLEY, Leicester, Hunsdon, Hatton, and others of the Council. Elizabeth. No, my lords, We are not so weak of wit as men that need Be counselled of their enemies. Blame us not That we accuse your friendship on this cause Of too much fearfulness: France we will hear; Nor doubt but France shall hear us all as loud As friend or foe may threaten or pro- test. Of our own heart advised, and resolute more Than hearts that need men's counsel. Bid them in. Enter Chateauneuf and BELLlfevRE, attended From our fair cousin of France what message, sirs 1 Bellihjre. I, madam, have in special charge to lay The king's mind open to your majesty, Which gives my tongue first leave of speech more free Than from a common envoy. Sure it is, No man more grieves at what his hear: abhors. The counsels of your highness* ene- mies, Than doth the king of France : whereir how far The queen your prisoner have borne part, or may Seem of their works partaker, he can judge 432 MARY STUART. Naught : but much less the king may understand What men may stand accusers, who rise UJ) Judge in so great a matter. Men of law- May lay their charges on a subject . but The queen of Scotland, dowager queen of France, And sister made by wedlock to the king, To none being subject, can be judged of none Without such violence done on rule as breaks Prerogative of princes. Nor may man That looks upon your present majesty In such clear wise apparent, and retains Remembrance of your name through all the wcrld For virtuous wisdom, bring his mind to think That England's royal-souled Elizabeth, Being set so high in fame, can so forget Wise Plato's word, that common souls are wrought Out of dull iron and slow lead, but kings Of gold untempered with so vile alloy As makes all metal up of meaner men But say this were not thus, and all men's awe Were from all time toward kingship merely vain. And state n() more worth reverence, yet the i)lea Were naught which here your ministers pretend, Tiiat while the queen of Scots lives you may live No day that knows not danger. Were she dead, Rather might then your peril wax indeed T(^ sliajjc and sense of heavier portent, whom 'i'he Catholic states now threat not, nor your hiiul, For tins (lueen's love, but rather for their faith's. Whose cause, were she by violent hand removed, Could DC but furthered, and its enter- prise Put on more strong and prosi)erous pre- text : yea, Vou shall but draw the invasion on this land Whose threat you so may think to stay and bring Imminence down of inroad. Thus far forth The queen of Scots hath for your person been Even as a targe or buckler which has caught All intercepted shafts against your state Shot, or a stone held fast within your hand. Which, if you cast it thence in fear or wrath To smite your adversary, is cast away, And no mean left therein for menace. If You lay but hand upon her life, albeit There were that counselled this, her death will make Your enemies weapons of their own despair And give their whetted wrath excuse and edge More plausibly to strike more peril- ously. Your grace is known for strong in fore- sight ; we These nineteen years of your wise reign have kept Fast watch in France upon you : of those claims Which lineally this queen here prisoner may Put forth on your succession have you made The stoutest rampire of your rule • and this Is grown a by-word with us, that their cause Who shift the base whereon their jioli cies lean Bows down toward ruin : and of loyal heart This will I tell yon. madam, which hath been (iiven me for truth assured of one whose place Affirms him honorable, how openly A certain prince's minister that well May stand in your suspicion says abroad MARY STUAkT. 433 That for his master's greatness it were good The queen of Scots were lost already, seeing He is well assured the Catholics here should then All wholly range them on his master's part. Thus long hath reigned your highness happily, Who have loved fair temperance more than violence : now. While honor bids have mercy, wisdom holds Equal at least the scales of interest. Think What name shall yours be found in time far hence, Even as you deal with her that in your hand Lies not more subject than your fame to come In men's repute that shall be. Bid her live, And ever shall my lord stand bound to you, And you forever firm in praise of men. Elizabeth. I am sorry, sir, you are hither come from France Upon no better errand. I appeal To God for judge between my cause and hers Whom here you stand for. In this realm of mine The queen of Scots sought shelter, and therein Hath never found but kindness ; for which grace In recompense she hath three times sought my life. No grief that on this head yet ever fell Shook ever from mine eyes so many a tear As this last plot upon it. I have read As deep, I doubt me, in as many books As any queen or prince in Christendom, Yet never chanced on aught so strange and sad As this mv state's calamity. Mine own life' Is by mere nature precious to myself, '^nd in mine own realm I can live not safe. I am a poor lone woman, girt about With secret enemies that perpetually Lay wait for me to kill me. From your king Why have not I my traitor to my hands Delivered up, who now this second time Hath sought to slay me, Morgan .'' On my part, Had mine own cousin Hunsdon here conspired Against the French king's life, he had found not so Refuge of me, nor even for kindred's sake From the edge of law protection ; and this cause Needs present evidence of this man's mouth. Bellih'7'e. Madam, there stand against the queen of Scots Already here in England on this charge So many and they so dangerous wit- nesses. No need can be to bring one over more : Nor can the king show such unnatural heart As to send hither a knife for enemies' hands To cut his sister's throat. Most earnestly My lord expects your resolution ; which If we receive as given against his plea, I must crave leave to part for Paris hence. Yet give me pardon first if yet once more I pray your highness be assured, and so Take heed in season, you shall find this queen More dangerous dead th?n living. Spare her life, And not my lord alone, but all that reign, Shall be your sureties in all Christian lands Against all scathe of all conspiracies Made on her party; while such reme- dies' ends As physic states with bloodshedding, to cure Danger by death, bring fresh calami ties 1^34 MARY STUART. Far oftcner forth than the old are healed of them Which so men thought to medicine. To refrain From that red-handed way of rule, and set Justice no higher than mercy sits beside, Is the first mean of kings' prosperity That would reign long ; nor will my lord believe Your highness could put off yourself so much As to reverse and tread upon the law That you thus long have kept and hon- orably : But should' this perilous purpose hold right on, I am bounden by my charge to say, the king Will not regard as liable to your laws A queen's imperial person, nor will hold Her death as but the general wrong of kings, And no more his than as his brethren's all. But as his own and special injury done. More than to these injurious. Elizabeth. Doth your lord Bid you speak thus .'' Bellih've. Ay, madam : from his mouth Had 1 command what speech to use. Elizabeth. You have done Better to speak than he to send it. Sir, You shall not presently depart this land As one denied of mere discourtesy. T will return an envoy of mine own To speak for me at Paris with the king. You shall bear back a letter from my hand, And give your lord assurance, having seen, I cannot be so frighted with men's threats That they shall not much rather move my mind To quicken than to slack the righteous doom Which none must think by menace to put back, Or daunt it with defiance. Sirs, good (lav. [Exeunt Ambasaatiors. I were us one belated with false lights If I should think to steer my darkglih way By twilight furtherance of their wiles and words. Think you, my lords, France yet would have her live ? Burghley. If there be other than the apparent end Hid in this mission to your majesty. Mine envoys can by no means fathom it, Who deal for me at Paris : fear of Spain Lays double hand as 'twere upon the king. Lest by removal of the queen of Scots A way' be made for peril in the claim More potent then of Philip; and if there come From his Farnese note of enterprise Or danger this way tending, France will yet Cleave to your friendship though his sister die. Elizabeth. So, in your mind, this half- souled brother would Steer any way that might keep safe hii^ sail Against a southern wind, which here, he thinks, Her death might strengthen from the north again To blow against him off our subject straits. Made servile then and Spanish ? Yet perchance There swells behind our seas a heart too high To bow more easily down, and bring this land More humbly to such handling, than their waves 15ow down to ships of strangers, or their storms To breath of any lord on earth but God. What thinks our cousin ? I/uusiioH. That if Spain or France Or both be stronger than the heart in us Which beats to battle ere they menace, why, In God's name, let them rise and make their prey MARY STUART. 435 Of what was England ; but if neither be,— The smooth-cheeked French man-har- lot, nor that hand Which holp to light Rome's fires with English limbs, — Let us not keep, to make their weakness strong, A pestilence here alive in England, which Gives force to their faint enmities, and burns Half the heart out of loyal trust and hope With heat that kindles treason. Elizabeth. By this light, I have heard worse counsel from a wise man's tongue Than this clear note of forthright sol- diership. How say you, Dudley, to it ? Leicester. Madam, ere this You have had my mind upon the matter, writ But late from Holland, that no public stroke Should fall upon this princess, who may be By privy death more happily removed Without impeach of majesty, nor leave A sign against your judgment, to call down Blame of strange kings for wrong to kingship wrought Though right were done to justice. Elizabeth. Of your love We know it is that comes this counsel; nor, I Had we such friends of all our servants, need Our mind be now distraught with dan- gerous doubts That find no screen from dangers. Yet meseems One doubt stands now removed, if doubt there were Of aught from Scotland ever : Walsing- ham, You should have there intelligence whereof To maJve these lords with us partakers. Walsingham. Nav, Madam, no more than from a trustless hand Protest and promise : of those twain that come Hot on these Frenchmen's heels in embassy. He that in counsel on this cause was late One with my lord of Leicester now, to rid By draught of secret death this queen away, Bears charge to say as these gone hence have said In open audience, but by personal note Hath given me this to know, that how- soe'er His king indeed desire her life be spared, Much may be wrought upon him, would your grace More richly line his ragged wants with gold. And by full utterance of your parlia ment Approve him heir in England. Elizabeth. Ay ! no more ? God's blood ! what grace is proffered us at need. And on what mild conditions! Say I will not Redeem such perils at so dear a price. Shall not our pensioner too join hands with France, And pay my gold with iron barter back At edge of sword he dares not look upon. They tell us, for the scathe and scare he took Even in this woman's womb when shot and steel Undid the manhood in his veins unborn, And left his tongue's threats hand- less .? Walsi)i(;ham. Men there be, Your majesty ijiust think, who bear but ill. For pride of country and high-hearted- ness. To see the king they serve your servant so That not his mother's life and once their queen's Being at such point of peril can enforce One warlike word of his, for chance of war 4i< MAKY STUART. Conditional against you. Word came late From Edinburgh, that there the citizens With hoot and hiss had bayed him through the streets As he went heartless by ; of whom they had heard This published saying, that in his per- sonal mind The blood of kindred or affinity So much not binds us as the friendship pledged To them that are not of our blood : and this Stands clear for certain, that no breath of war Shall breathe from him against us though she die, Except his titular claim be reft from him On our succession ; and that all his mind Is but to reign unpartnered with a power Which should weigh down that half his kingdom's weight Left to his hand's share nominally in hold. And for his mother, this would he desire, That she were kept from this day to her death Close i:)risoner in one chamber, never more To speak with man or woman ; and hereon Tnat proclamation should be made of her As of one subject formally declared To the English law whereby, if she offend Again with iterance of conspiracy. She shall not as a (pieen again be tried, lUit as vour vassal and a private head Live liable to the dijom and stroke of death. Eliziihfth. She is buunden to him as he long since to her, Who would have given his kingdom up at least To his dead father's slayer; in whose red hand llow safe had lain his life too, chnibt may guess, Which yet kept dark her purpose then on him. Dark now no more to us-ward. Think you then That they belie him, whose suspicion saith His ear and heart are yet inclined to Spain, If from that brother-in-law that was of ours. And would have been our bridegroom, he may win Help of strange gold and foreign sol- diership, With Scottish furtherance of those Catholic lords Who are stronger-spirited in their faith than ours, Being harried more of heretics, as they say, Than these within our borders, to root out The creed there stablished now, and do to death Its ministers, with all the lords their friends. Lay hands on all strong places there, and rule As prince upon their party.'' since he fain From ours would be divided, and cast in His lot with Rome against us too, from these Might he but earn assurance of their faith. Revolting from his own. May these things be More than mere muttering breath ot trustless lies, And half his heart yet hover toward our side F'or all such hope or purpose? Walsinirhani. Of his heart We know not, madam, surely; nor doth he Who follows fast on their first envoy sent, And writes to e.xcuse him of his mes- sage here On her behalf apparent, but in sooth Aimed otherwise; the >Laster I nieai' of Gray, AfARY STUART. 437 Who swears me here by letter, if he be not True to the queen of England, he is content To have his head fall on a scaffold : saying. To put from him this charge of em- bassy Had been his ruin, but the meaning of it Is modest and not menacing; whereto If you will yield not yet to spare the life So near its forfeit now, he thinks it well You should be pleased by some com- mission given To stay by the way his comrade and himself. Or bid them back. Elizabeth. What man is this, then, sent With such a knave to fellow ? Walsingharn. No such knave. But still your prisoner's friend of old time found, — Sir Robert Melville. Elizabeth. And an honest man As faith might wish her servants; but what pledge Will these produce me for security That I may spare this dangerous life, and live Unscathed of after practice ? Walsingham. As I think, The king's self and his whole nobility W^ill be her personal pledges; and her son, If England yield her to his hand in charge, On no less strait a bond will undertake For her safe keeping. Elizabeth. That were even to arm With double power mine adversary, and make him The stronger by my hand to do me hurt — Were he mine adversary indeed : which yet I will not hold him. Let them find a mean For me to live unhurt, and save her life, It shall well please me. Say this king of Scots Himself would give his own inheritance up Pretended in succession, if but once Her hand were found, or any friend's of hers, Again put forth upon me for her sake, Why, haply so might hearts be satisfied Of lords and commons then to let her live. But this I doubt he had rather take her life Himself than yield up to us for pledge ; and less, These men shall know of me, I will not take In price of her redemption : which were else, And haply may in no wise not be held, To this my loyal land and mine own trust A deadlier stroke and blast of sound more dire Than noise of fleets invasive. Walsingham. Surely so Would all hearts hold it, madam, in that land That are not enemies of the land and yours ; For ere the doom had been proclaimed an hour Which gave to death your main foe's head and theirs. Yourself have heard what fire of joy brake forth From all your people ; how their church-towers all Rang in with jubilant acclaim of bells The day that bore such tidings, and the night That laughed aloud with lightning of their joy And thundered round its triumph: twice twelve hours This temi)est of thanksgiving roared and shone Sheer from the Solway's to the Chan- nel's foam With light as from one festal-flaming hearth And sound as of one trumpet ; not a tongue 438 AfAKY STUART. Hut praised God for it, or heart that leapt not up, Save of vour traitors and their coun- try's : these Withered at heart and shrank their heads in close, As though the bright sun's were a bas- ilisk's eye, And light, that gave all others comfort, flame And smoke to theirs of hell's own dark- ness, whence Such eyes were blinded or put out with fire. Elizabeth. Yea, I myself, I mind me, might not sleep Those twice twelve hours thou speak'st of. By God's light. Be it most in love of me or fear of her I know not, but my peojjle seems in sooth Hot and an hungered on this trail of hers : Nor is it a people bloody-minded, used To lap the life up of an enemy's vein Who bleeds to death unweaponed : our good hounds Will course a quarry soldier-like in war, Bui rage not hangman-like upon the prey. To flesh their fangs on lim'os that strive not : yet Their hearts are hotter on this course than mine, W' hich most was deadliest aimed at. IValsiiiglunn. ICvcn for that How should not theirs be hot as fire froin hell To burn your danger uj), and slay that soul Alive that seeks it? Thinks your maj- esty There beats a heart where treason hath not turned All I'.nglish blood to p(jison, which would feel No deadlier pang of dread more death- ful to it To hear of yours endangered than to feel A swortl against its own life bent, or know Death imminent as darkness overhead That takes the noon fr(jm one man's darkening eye As must your death from all this peo- ple's .? Vou Are very England: in your light of life This living land of yours walks only safe, And all this breathing people with your breath Breathes unenslaved, and draws at each pulse in Freedom: your eye is light of theirs, your word As God's to comfort England, whose whole soul Is made with yours one, and her wit- ness you That Rome'or hell shall take not hold on her Again till God be wroth with us so much As to reclaim for heaven the star that yet Lights all your land that looks on it, and gives Assurance higher than danger dares assail Save in this lady's name and service who Must now from you take judgment. Elizabeth. Must ! by God, I know not imist but as a word of mine, My tongue's and not mine ear's famil- iar. Sirs, Content yourselves to know this much of us. Or having known remember, that we sent The lord of Buckhurst and our servant Beale To acquaint this queen our prisoner with the doom Confirmed on second trial against her ; saving Her word can weigh not down the weightier guilt Approved upon her, and by parliament Since fortified with sentence. Yea, my lords. Ye should forget not how by message then I bade her know of mc with whaf strong force MAKY STUART. 439 C\ strenuous and invincible argument i Km urged to hold no more in such delay The process of her execution^ being The seed-plot of these late conspiracies, Their author and chief motive ; and am told That if I yield not, mine the guilt must be In God's and in the whole world's suf- fering sight Of all the miseries and calamities To ensue on my refusal ; whence, albeit I know not yet how God shall please to incline My heart on that behalf, I have thought it meet In conscience yet that she should be forewarned. That so she might bethink her of her sins Done both toward God offensive and to me, And pray for grace to be true penitent For all these faults : which, had the main fault reached No farther than mine own poor person, God Stands witness with what truth my heart protests I freely would have pardoned. She to this Makes bitter answer as of desperate heart, All we may wreak our worst upon her ; whom Having to death condemned, we may fulfil Our wicked work, and God in paradise With just atonement shall requite her. This Ye see is all the pardon she will ask. Being only, and even as 'twere with prayer, desired To crave of us forgiveness ; and there- on Being by Lord Buckhurst charged on this point home, That by her mean the Catholics here had learnt To hold her for their sovereign, — on which cause Nor my religion nor myself might live Uncharged with danger while her life should last, — She answering gives God thanks aloud to be Held of so great account upon his side^ And in God's cause and in the Church of God's Rejoicingly makes offering of her life; Which I, God knows how unrejoicingly. Can scarce, ye tell me, choose but take. or yield At least for you to take it. Yet, being told It is not for religion she must die. But for a plot by compass of her own Laid to dethrone me and destroy, she casts Again this answer barbed with mockery back, — She was not so presumptuous born, to aspire To two such ends yet ever : yea, so far She dwelt from such desire removed in heart, She would not have me suffer by her will The fillip of a finger; though herself Be persecuted even as David once, And her mishap be that she cannot so Fly by the window forth as David: whence It seems she likens us to Saul, and looks Haply to see us as on Mount Gilboa fallen. Where yet, for all the shooters on her side, Our shield shall be not vilely cast away, As of one unanointed. Yet, my lords. If England might but by my death attain A state more flourishing with a better prince. Gladly would I lay down my life ; who have No care save only for my people's sake To keep it : for niyself, in all the world I see no great cause why for all this coil I should be fond to live or fear to die. If I should say unto you that I mean To grant not your petition, by my faith. More should I so say haply than I mean : Or should I say I mean to grant it, this Were, as I think, to tell you of my mind 440 MARY STUART. More than is fit for you to know : and thus I must for all petitionary prayer Deliver you an answer answerless. Yet will I pray God lighten my dark mind, That being illumined it may thence fore- see What for his church and all this com- monwealth May most be profitable : and this once known, My hand shall halt not long behind his will. Scene II. — Fotheringay Sir Amyas Paulet n7id Sir Drew Drury. Paulet. I never gave God heartier thanks than these I give to have you partner of my charge Now most of all, these letters being to you No less designed than me, and you in heart One with mine own upon them. Cer- tainly, When I put hand to pen this morning past, That master Davison by mine evidence Might note what sore disquietudes I had To increase my griefs before of body and mind, I looked for no such word to cut off mine As these to us both of Walsingham's and his. W^ould rather yet I had cause to still com|)lain Of those unanswered letters two months past, Than thus be certified of such intents As God best knoweth I never sought to know, Or search out secret causes : though to hear Nothing at all did breed, as I confessed, In me some hard conceits against my- self, I had rather yet rest ignorant than ashamed Of such ungracious knowledge. This shall be Fruit as I think of dread wrought on the queen Bv those seditious rumors whose report Blows fear among the people lest our charge Escape our trust, or, as they term it now, Be taken away, — such apprehensive tongues So phrase it, — and her freedom strike men's hearts _ More deep than all these flying fears I that say * London is fired of Papists, or the Scots Have crossed in arms the Border, or the north Is risen again rebellious, or the Guise Is disembarked in Sussex, or that now In Milford Haven rides a Spanish fleet,— All which, albeit but footless floating lies. May all too easily smite and work too far Even on the heart most royal in the world That ever was a woman's. Df-nry. Good my friend, These noises come without a thunder- bolt In such dense air of dusk expectancy As all this land lies under; nor will some Doubt or think much to say of thosf reports. They are broached and \ ented of men't, credulous mouths Whose ears have caught them from such lips as meant Merely to strike more terror in the Queen, And wrmg that warrant from her hover- ing hand Which falters yet and flutters on her lip While the hand hangs and trembles half advanced Upon that sentence which, the treas- urer said, Should well ere this have spoken, see ing it was More than a full month old and foui days more ATARY STUART. 441 W hen he so looked to hear the word of it Which yet lies sealed of silence. Paulet. Will >ou say, Or any as wise and loyal, say or think It was but for a show, to scare men's wits. They have raised this hue and cry upon her flight Supposed from hence, to waken Exeter With noise from Honiton and Sampfield spread Of proclamation to detain all ships. And lay all highways for her day and night, And send like precepts out four manner of ways From town to town, to make in readi- ness Their armor and artillery, with all speed. On pain of death, for London by report Was set on fire ? though, God be there- fore praised, We know this is not, yet the noise hereof Were surely not to be neglected, see- ing There is, meseems, indeed no readier way To levy forces for the achieving that Which so these lewd reporters feign to fear. Drury. Why, in such mighty matters and such mists Wise men may think what hardly fools would say. And eyes get glimpse o( more than sight hath leave To give commission for the babbling tongue Aloud to cry they have seen. This noise that was Upon one Arden's flight, a traitor, whence Fear flew last week all round us, gave but note Ifow lightly may men's minds take fire, and words Take wing that have no feet to fare upon More solid than a shadow. Paulet. Nay, he was Escaped indeed: and every day thus brings Forth its new mischief; as this last month did Those treasons of the French ambas sador Designed against our mistress which God's grace Laid by the knave's mean bare to whom they sought For one to slay her, and of the Pope's hand earn Ten thousand blood-incrusted crowns a year To his most hellish hire. You will not say This too was merely fraud or vision wrought By fear or cloudy falsehood } Drtiry. I will say No more or surelier than I know : and this I know not thoroughly to the core of truth Or heart of falsehood in it. A man may lie Merely, or trim some bald lean truth with lies. Or patch bare falsehood with some tat- ter of truth, And each of these pass current : but of these Which likeliest may this man's tale be who gave Word of his own temptation by these French To hire them such a murderer, and avowed He held it godly cunning to comply, And bring this envoy's secretary to sight Of one clapped up for debts in New- gate, who Being thence released might readily, as he said. Even bv such means as once this lady's lord Was made away with, make the queen away W^ith powder fired beneath her bed — whv, this, Good sooth, I guess not ; but I doubt the man To be more liar than fool, and yet, God wot, 442 MARY STUART. More fool than traitor; most of all in- tent To conjure coin forth of the French- man's ]:)urse With tricks of mere effontery: thus at least We know did W^alsingham esteem of him : And if by Davison held of more ac- count, Or merely found more serviceable, and made A mean to tether up those quick French tongues From threat or pleading for this pris- oner's life, I cannot tell, and care not. Though the queen Hath staved this envoy's secretary from flight Forth of the kingdom, and committed him To ward within the Tower while Cha- teauneuf Himself should come before a council held At my lord treasurer's, where being thus accused At first he cared not to confront the man, But stood upon his office, and the charge Of his king's honor and prerogative — Then bade bring forth the knave, who being brought forth Outfaced him with insistence front to front, And took ihe record of this whole tale's truth Upon his soul's damnation, challen- ging The r'>enchman's answer in denial hereof. That of his own mouth had this witness been Traitorously tempted, antl by personal plea Directly drawn to treason : which awhile Struck (himl) the ambassador as ama/ied with wrath, Till presently, the accuser being re- moved, He made avowal this fellow some whil since Had given his secretary to wit there ia One bound in Newgate who beini thence released Would take the queen's death on hi hand : whereto Answering, he bade the knave avoii his house On pain, if once their ways shouk cross, to be Sent bound before the council : whc replied He had done foul wrong to take nc further note. But being made privy to this damned device Keep close its perilous knowledge ; whence the queen Might well complain against him ; and hereon Thev fell to wrangling on this cause, that he Professed himself to no man answer- able For declaration or for secret held Save his own master : so that now is gone Sir W'illiam Wade to Paris, not with charge To let the king there know this queen shall live. But to require the ambassador's recall, And swift delivery of our traitors there To jiresent justice : yet may no man say, For all these half-faced scares and poli- cies. Here was more sooth than seeming. Patilet. Why, these crafts Were shameful then as fear's most shameful self. If thus your wit read them aright ; and we Should for our souls and lives alike do ill To jeopard them on such men's surety given As make no more account of simjilt faith Than true men make of liars: and these are they, Our friends and masters, that rebuko us both MARY STU/iRT. 4^3 iJy speech late uttered of her majesty For lack of zeal in service and of care She looked for at our hands, in that we have not In all this time, unprompted, of our- selves Found out some way to cut this queen's life off. Seeing how great peril, while her ene- my lives, She is hourly subject unto ; saying, she notes, Besides a kmd of lack of love to her. Herein we have not that particular care Forsooth of our own safeties, or indeed Of the faith rather and the general good. That politic reason bids; especially. Having so strong a warrant and such ground For satisfaction of our consciences To Godward, and discharge of credit kept And reputation toward the world, as is That oath whereby we stand associated To prosecute inexorably to death Both with our joint and our particular force All by whose hand and all on whose behalf Our sovereign's life is struck at: as by proof Stands charged upon our prisoner. So they write, As though the queen's own will had warranted The words that by her will's authority Were blotted from the bond, whereby that head Was doomed on whos« behoof her life should be By treason threatened : for she would not have Aught pass which grieved her subjects' consciences, She said, or might abide not openly The v/hole world's view : nor would she any one Weie punished for another's fault: and so Cut off the plea whereon she now de- sir ss That we should dip our secret hands in blood With no direction given of her own mouth So to pursue that dangerous head to death By whose assent her life were sought : for this Stands fixed for only warrant of such deed, And this we have not, but her \ftorc instead She takes it most unkindly toward her self That men professing toward her loyally That love that we do should in any sort, For lack of our own duty's full dis- charge, Cast upon her the burden, knowing as we Her slowness to shed blood, much more of one So near herself in blood as is this queen, And one with her in sex and quality. And these respects, they find, or so profess. Do greatly trouble her : who hath sun- dry times Protested, they assure us, earnestly, That if regard of her good subjects' risk Did not more move her than the per- sonal fear Of proper peril to her, she never would Be drawn to assent unto this blood- shedding : And so to our good judgments they refer These speeches they thought meet to acquaint us with As passed but lately from her majesty, And to God's guard commend us: which God knows We should much more need than de- serve of him Should we give ear to this, and as they bid Make heretics of these papers; which three times You see how Davison hath enforceci on us: 444 MARY STUART. But they shall taste no fire for me, nor pass Back to his hands till copies writ of them Lie safe in mine for sons of mine to keep In witness how their father dealt herein. Drury. You have done the wiselier: and what word soe'er Shall bid them know your mind, I am well assured It well mav speak for me too. Paulet. Thus it shall : That having here his letters in my hands, I would not fail, according to his charge, To send back answer with all possible speed Which shall deliver unto him my great grief And bitterness of mind, in that I am So much unhappy as I hold myself To have lived to look on this unhappy day. When I by plain direction am required From my most gracious sovereign's mouth to do An act which God forbiddeth, and the law. Hers are my goods and livings, and my life. Held at her disposition, and myself Am ready so to lose them this next day If it shall please her so, acknowledging I hold them of her mere goodwill, and do not Desire them to enjoy them but so long As her great grace gives leave : but Ood forbid That I should make for any grace of he.s So foul a shipwreck of my conscience, or Leave ever to my poor posterity So great a blot, as privily to shed blood With neither law nor warrant. So, in trust That she, of her accustomed clemency, Will take my dutiful answer in good part, By his good mediation, as returned From one who never will be less in love, Honor, obedience, duty to his queen, Than any Christian subject living, thus To God's grace I commit him. Drury. Though I doubt She haply shall be much more wroth hereat Than lately she was gracious, \\hen she bade God treblefold reward you for your charge So well discharged, saluting you by name Most faithful and most careful, you shall do Most like a wise man loyally to write But such good words as these, whereto myself Subscribe in heart : though being not named herein (Albeit to both seem these late letters meant) Nor this directed to me, I forbear To make particular answer. And in- deed. Were danger less apparent in her life To the heart's life of all this living land, I would this woman might not die ai all By secret stroke nor open sentence. Paulet. I Will praise God's mercy most for t\.is of all, When I shall see the murderous cause removed Of its most mortal peril : nor desire A guerdon ampler from the queen we serve. Besides her commendations of my faith For spotless actions and tor safe re- gards, Than to see judgment on her enemy done ; Which were for me that recompense indeed Whereof she writes as one not given to all, But for such merit reserved to crown its claim Above all common service: nor save this MAA'Y STUART. 445 Could any treasure's promise in the world So ease those travails and rejoice this heart That hers too much takes thought of, as to read Her charge to carry for her sake in it This most just thought, that she can balance not The value that her grace doth prize me at In any weight of judgment : yet it were A word to me more comfortable at heart Than these, though these most gracious, that should speak Death to her death's contriver. Drury. Nay, myself Were fain to see this coil wound up, and her Removed that makes it : yet such things will }:luck 1 id at men's hearts that think on them, and move Compassion that such long strange years should find So strange an end : nor shall men ever say - But she was born right royal ; full of sins, It may be, and by circumstance or choice Dyed and defaced with bloody stains and black. Unmerciful, unfaithful, but of heart So fiery high, so swift of spirit and clear, In extreme danger and pain so lifted up, So of all violent things inviolable. So large of courage, so superb of soul. So sheathed with iron mind invincible And arms unbreached of fireproof con- stancy, — By shame not shaken, fear or force or death, Change, or all confluence of calami- ties, — And so at her worst need beloved, and still. Naked of help and honor when she seemed. As other women would be, and of hope Stripped, still so of herself adorable By minds not always all ignobly mad Nor all made poisonous with false grain of faith. She shall be a world's wonder tc all time, A deadly glory watched of marvelling men Not without praise, not without noble tears. And if without what she would never have Who had it never, — pity, — yet from none Quite without reverence and some kind of love For that which was so royal. Yea, and now That at her prayer we here attend on her. If, as I think, she have in mind to send Aught written to the queen, what we may do To further her desire shall on my part Gladly be done, so be it the grace she craves Be naught akin to danger. Patdet. It shall be The first of all, then, craved by her of man, Or by man's service done her, that was found So harmless ever. E7iter Mary Stuart and Mary Bea- ton. Mary Stuart. Sirs, in time past by T was desirous many times, ye know. To have written to your queen : bui since I have had Advertisement of my conviction, seeing I may not look for life, my soul is set On ])rei)aration for another world : Yet none the less, not for desire of life, But for my conscience's discharge and rest. And for my last farewell, I have at heart By you to send her a memorial writ Of somewhat that concerns myself, when I Shall presently be gone out of this world. And to remove from her, if such be there. Suspicion of all danger in receipt Of this poor paper that shall come from me, 44^ MAfi!Y STUART. Mvself will take the assay of it, and so With mine own hands to yours deliver it. Paidet. Will you not also, madam, be content To seal and close it in my presence up? Mary Stuart. Sir, willingly; but I beseech your word Pledged for its safe delivery to the queen. Paiilet. I plight my faith it shall be sent to her. Mary Stuart. This further promise I desire, you will Procure me from above certificate It hath been there delivered. Drury. This is more Than we may stand so pledged for : in our power It is to send, but far beyond our power, As being above our place, to promise you Certificate or warrant. Mary Stuart. Yet I trust Consideration may be had of me After my death, as one derived in blood From your queen's grandsire, with all mortal rites According with that faith I have pro- fessed All mv life-days as I was born therein. This 'is the sum of all mine askings: whence Well might I take it in ill part of you To w Ish me seal my letter in your sight, Bewraying vour hard opinion of me. Pauht. This Vour own words well might put into my mind. That so beside my expectation made Proffer to take my first assay for me f)f the outer pari of it: for you must think I was not ignorant that by sleight of craft There might be as great danger so con- veyed Within the letter as without, and thus I could not for ill thoughts of you be blamed. Concurring with you in this jealousy : F"or had yourself not moved it of your- self Sir Drew nor I had ever thought on it. Mary Stuart. The occasion why 1 moved it was but this : That having made my custom in time past To send sometimes some tokens to yout queen, At one such time that I sent certain clothes One standing by advised her cause my gifts To be tried thoroughly ere she touched them ; which I have since observed, and taken order thus With Nau, when last he tarried at the court, To do the like to a fur-fringed counter- pane Which at that time I sent : and as for this, Look what great danger lies between these leaves That I dare take and handle in mv hands. And press against my face each part of them Held open thus, and either- deadly side. Wherein your fear smells death sown privily. Paulet. Madam, when so you charged your secretary Her majesty was far from doubt, I think. Or dream of such foul dealing; and I would Suspicion since had found no just cause given. And then things had not been as now thev are. Mary Stuart. Ikit things arc as they are, and here I stand Convicted, and not knowing how many hours I have to live vet. Paulet. Macfam, you shall live As many hours as God shall please ; but this May be said truly, that you here have been Convicted in most honorable sort And favorable. Mary Stuart. What favor have I found ? MARY STUART. A47 Paulet. Your cause hath been exam- i| ined scrupulously By many our eldest nobles of this realm, Whereas by law you should but have been tried By twelve men as a common person. Mary Stuart. Nay, Your noblemen must by their peers be tried. Paulet. All strangers of what quality soe'er In matter of crime are only to be tried In other princes' territories by law That in that realm bears rule. Mary Stuart. You have your laws : But other princes all will think of it As they see cause ; and mine own son is now No more a child, but come to man's estate. And he will think of these things bit- terly. Drury. Ingratitude, whate'er he think of them, Is odious in all persons, but of all In mightiest personages most specially Most hateful : and it will not be denied But that the queen's grace greatly hath deserved Both of yourself and of your son. Mary Stuart. What boon Shall I acknowledge .'' Being in bonds, I am set Free from the world, and therefore am I not Afraid to speak ; I have had the favor here To have been kept prisoner now these many years Against my will and justice. Paulet. Madam, this "Was a great favor, and without this grace You had not lived to see these days. Mary Stuart. How so ? Paulet. Seeing your own subjects did pursue you, and had The best in your own country. Mary Stuart. That is true. Because your Mildmay's ill persuasions first Made me discharge my forces, and then caused I Mine enemies to burn my friends' main holds. Castles and houses. Paulet. Mowsoe'er, it was By great men of that country that the queen Had earnest suit made to her to have yourself Delivered to them, which her grace denied. And to their great misliking. Drury. Seventeen years She hath kept your life to save it ; and whereas She calls your highness sister, she hath dealt In truth and deed most graciously with you And sister like, in seeking to preserve Your life at once and honor. Mary Stuart. Ay ! wherein ? Drury. In that commission of your causes held At York, which was at instance of your friends Dissolved to save your honor. Maty Stuart. No : the cause Why that commission was dissolved indeed Was that my friends could not be heard to inform Against my loud accusers. Paulet. But your friend The bishop's self of Ross, your very friend. Hath written that this meeting was dismissed All only in your favor; and his book Is extant : and this favor is but one Of many graces which her majesty Hath for mere love extended to you. Mary Stuart. This Is one great favor, even to have kept me here So manv years against my will. Paulet. It was For your own safety, seeing your coun- trymen Sought your destruction, and to that swift end Required to have you yielded up to them, As was before said. T48 MARY STUART. Afary Stuart. Nay, then, I will speak. I am not afraid. It was determined here That I should not depart ; and when I was Demanded by my subjects, this I know, That my lord treasurer with his own close hand Writ in a packet which by trustier hands Was intercepted, and to me conveyed, To the earl of Murray, that the devil was tied Fast in a chain, and they could keep her not. But here she should be safely kept. Drury. That earl Was even as honorable a gentleman As I knew ever in that country bred. Mary Stuart. One of the worst men of the world he was : A foul adulterer, one of general lust, A spoiler and a murderer. Drury. Six weeks long. As I remember, here I saw him ; where He bore him very gravely, and main- tained The reputation even on all men's tongues In all things of a noble gentlenian : Nor have I heard him evil spoken of Till this time ever. Mary Stuart. Yea, my rebels here Are honest men, and by the queen have been Maintained. Paulet. You greatly do forget your- self To charge her highness with so foul a fault, Which you can never find ability To prove on her. Mary Stuart. What tlid she with the French, I i)ray you, at Newhavcn ? Paulet. It appears You have conceived so hardly of the queen My mistress, that you still invctcratcly Interpret all her actions to the worst. Not knowing the truth of all the cause; but yet I dare assure you that her majesty Had most just cause and righteous, in respect As well of Calais as for other ends. To do the thing she did, and more to have done, Had it so pleased her to put forth her power. And this is in you great unthankfulness After so many favors and so great, Whereof you will acknowledge in no wise The least of any; though her majesty Hath of her ovvn grace merely saved your life. To the utter discontentment of the best Your subjects once in open parliament, Who craved against you justice on the charge Of civil law-breach and rebellion. Mary Stuart. I Know no such matter, but full well I know Sir Francis Walsingham hath openly. Since his abiding last in Scotland, said That I should rue his entertainment there. Paulet. Madam, you have not rued it, but have been More honorably entertained than ever yet Was any other crown's competitor In any realm save only this : whereof Some' have been kept close prisoners, other some Maimed and unnaturally disfigured, some Murdered. Mary Stuart. But I was no comjicti- tor : All I required was in successive right To be reputed but as next the crown. Paulet. Nay, madam, you went fur ther, when you gave The English arms and style, as though our cjuccn Had been but an usurper on VDur right. Mary Stuart. My husband and my kinsmen did therein What they thought good: I had naught to do with it. Paulit. Why would you not then loyally renounce MARY STUART. 449 Vour claim herein pretended, but with such Condition, that you might be authorized \ext heir apparent to the crown ? I\ftirv Stuart. I have made At sundry times thereon good proffers, which Could never be accepted. Fiuiiet. Heretofore It hath been proved unto you presently, That in the very instant even of all Your treaties and most friendlike of- fers, were Some dangerous crafts discovered. Mary Stuart. You must think I have some friends on earth ; and if they have done Any thing privily, what is that to me ? Fa u let. Madam, it was somewhat to you, and I would For your own sake you had forborne it, that After advertisement and conscience given Of Morgan's devilish practice, to have killed A sacred queen, you yet would enter- tain The murderer as your servant. Mary Stuart. I might do it With as good right as ever did your queen So entertain my rebels. Drury. He advised : This speech is very hard, and all the case Here differs greatly. Mary Stuart. Y'ea, let this then be : Ye cannot yet of my conviction say But I by partial judgment was con- demned. And the commissioners knew my son could have No right, were I convicted, and your queen Could have no children of her womb ; whereby They might set up what man for king they would. Paulet. This is in you too great for- getfulness Of honor and yourself, to charge these lords With two so foul and horrible faults, as first To take your life by partial doom from you, And then bestow the kingdom where they liked. Mary Stuart. Well, all is one to me: and for my part I thank God I shall die without regret (3f any thing that I have done alive. Paulet. I would entreat you yet be sorry at least For the great wrong and well-deserv- ing grief You have done the queen, my mistress. Mary Stuart. Nay, thereon Let others answer' for themselves : I have Nothing to do with it. Have you borne in mind Those matters of my moneys that we last Conferred upon together ? Paulet. Madam, these Are not forgotten. Mary Stuart. Well it is if aught Be yet at all remembered for my good Have here my letter sealed and super- scribed. And so farewell — or even as here men mav. {Exeunt Paulet and Drury. Had I that old strength in my weary limbs That in my heart yet fails not, fain would I Fare forth if not fare better. Tired I am, But not so lame in spirit I might not take Some comfort of the winter-wasted sun This bitter Christmas to me, though my feet W^ere now no firmer nor more helpful found Than when I went but in my chair abroad Last weary June at C hartley. I can stand And go now without help of either side, And bend my hand again, thou seest, to write : 450 A/AA'V STUART. I did not well perchance in sight of these To have made so much of this lame hand, which yet God knows was grievous to me, and to-day To make my letter up and superscribe And seal it with no outward show of pain Before their face and inquisition ; yet I care not much in player's wise pit- eously To blind such eyes with feigning : though this Drew Be gentler and more gracious than his mate. And liker to be wrought on; but at last What need have I of men? Mary Beaton. What then you may, I know not, seeing for all that was and is W^e are yet not at the last; but when you had, Vou have hardly failed to find more help of them And heartier service than more pros- perous queens Exact of expectation : when your need Was greater than your name or natural state. And wage was none to look for but of death, As though the expectancy thereof and hope Were more than man's prosperities, men have given Heart's thanks to have this gift of God and you For dear life's guerdon, even the trust assured To drink for you the bitterness of death. Mary Stuart. Ay, one said once it must be, — some one said I must be perilous ever, and my love More deadly than my wiP was evil or good Toward any of all these that through me should die : I know not who, nor when one said it ; but I know too sure he lied not. Mary Beaton. No; I think This was a seer indeed. 1 nave heard of men That under imminence of death gre\< strong With mortal foresight, yet in life-da\e past Could see no foot before them, no' provide For their own fate or fortune any thing Against one angry chance of accident Or passionate fault of their own loves or hates That might to death betray them : such an one Thus haply might have prophesied, and had No strength to save himself. Mary Stuart. I know not ; yet Time was when I remembered. Mary Beaton. It should be No enemy's saying whom you remen; ber not ; You are wont not to forget your ene miei; yet The word rang sadder than a friend's should fall Save in some strange pass of the spirit or flesh For love's sake haply hurt to death. Mary Stuart. It seems Thy mind is bent to know the name of me. That of myself I know not. Mary Beaton. Nay, my mind Has other thoughts to beat upon : for me It may suffice to know the saying for true. And never care who said it. Mary Stuart. True ? too sure, God to mine heart's grief hath approved it. Sec, Nor Scot nor Fnglishman that takes on him The service of my sorrow, but partake? The sorrow of my service ; man by man, As that one said, they perish of me : yea. Were I a sword sent ujion earth, or I)lague Hred of aerial poison, I could be No deadlier where unwillingly I strike, Who where I would can hurt not : Percy died MARY STUART. 451 IJy his own hand in prison, Howard by law; rhese young men with strange torments done to death, \Vho should have rid me and the world of her That is our scourge, and to the Church of God A pestilence that wastes it : all the north Wears yet the scars engraven of civil steel Since its last rising: nay, she saith but right, Mine enemy, saying by these her ser- vile tongues I have brought upon her land mine own land's curse, And a sword follows at my heel, and fire Is kindled of mine eyeshot. And be- fore, Whom did I love that died not of it? Whom That I would save might I deliver, when I had once but looked on him with love, or pledged Friendship? I should have died, I think, long since, That many might have died not, and this word Mad not been written of me nor ful- filled. But perished in the saying, a prophecy That took the prophet by the throat, and slew — As sure I think it slew him. Such a song Might my poor servant slain before my face Have sung before the stroke of violent death Had fallen upon him there for my sake. Mary Beaton. Ah ! Vou think so ? this remembrance was it not That hung and hovered in your mind but now. Moved your heart backward all unwit- tingly ro some blind memory of the man long dead ? Mary Stuart. In .sooth, I think my prophet should have been David. Mary Beaton. You thought of him ? Mary Stuart. An old sad thought : The moan of it was made long since, and he Not unremembered. Mary Beaton. Nay, of him indeed Record was made, — a royal record : whence No marvel is it that you forgot not him. Mary Stuart. I would forget no friends nor enemies : these More needs me now remember. Think'st thou not This woman hates me deadlier — or this queen That is not woman — than myself could hate Except I were as she in all things ? Then I should love no such woman as am I Much more than she may love me : yet I am sure. Or so near surety as all belief may be, She dare not slay me for her soul's sake ; nay. Though that were made as light of as a leaf Storm-shaken, in such stormy winds of state As blow between us like a blast of death, For her throne's sake she durst not, which must be Broken to build my scaffold. Yet, God wot, Perchance a straw's weight now cast in by chance Might weigh my life down in the scale her hand Holds hardly straight for trembling: if she be Woman at all, so tempered naturally And with such spirit and sense as thou and I, Should I for wrath so far forget myself As these men sometime charge me that I do, My tongue might strike my head off. By this head That yet I wear to swear by, if life be 452 MARY STUART. Thankworthy, God might well be thanked for this Of me or whoso loves mc in the world, That I spake never half my heart out yet, For any sore temptation of them all. To her or hers ; nor ever put but once My heart upon my paper, writing j^lain The things I thought, heard, knew for truth, of her. Believed or feigned — nay, feigned not to believe Of her fierce follies fed with wry- mouthed praise. And that vain ravin of her sexless lust Which could not feed nor hide its hun- ger, curb With patience nor allay with love the thirst That mocked itself as all mouths mocked it. Ha ! What might the reading of these truths have wrought Within her maiden mind, what seed have sown, Trow'st thou, in her sweet spirit, of re- venge Toward me that showed her queenship, in the glass A subject's hand of hers had put in mine, The likeness of it loathed and laugh- able As they that worshipped it with words and signs Beheld her and bemocked her ? Mary Beaton. Certainly, I think that soul drew never breath alive T(j whom this letter might seem par- donable Which timely you forbore to send her. Mary Stuart. Nay, I doulit not I did well to keej) it back — And did not ill to write it; for God knows It was no small ease to my heart. Mary Jicatou. Hut say I had not burnt it as you bade me burn, Hut kept it i)rivily safe against a need That I mighl haply some time have of it.> Mary Stuart. What, to destroy mc ? Mary Beaton. Hardly, sure, to save. Mary Stuart. Why shouldst thou think to bring me to my death } Mary Beaton. Indeed, no man am I that love you; nor Need I go therefore in such fear of you As of my mortal danger. Mary Stuart. On my life, (Long life or short, with gentle or vio- lent end, I know not, and would choose not, though I might So take God's office on me) one that heard Would swear thy speech had in it, and subtly mixed, A savor as of menace, or a sound As of an imminent ill or perilous sense Which was not in thy meaning. Maty Beaton. No: in mine There lurked no treason ever ; nor have you Cause to think worse of me than lov- ally. If proof may be believed on witness. A/ary Stuart. Sure, I think I have not, nor I should not have : Thy life has been the shadow cast of mine, A present faith to serve my present need, A foot behind my footsteps; as long since In those French dances that we trod, and laughed The blithe way through together. Thou couldst sing Then, and a great while gone it is by this Since I heard song or music; I could now Find in my heart to bid thee, as t he- Jews Were once bid sing in their captivity One of their songs of Sion, sing me now, If one thou knowcst, for love of that far time. One of our songs of Paris. Mary Beaton. Give me leave A little to cast up some wandering words, And gather back such memories as may beat MARY STUART. 453 \l)out my mind of such a song, and yet I think I might renew some note long dumb I'hat once your ear allowed of. — I did pray, \^Aside. Icmpt me not, God : and by her mouth again lie tempts me — nay, but prompts me, being most just. To know by trial it all remembrance be Dead as remorse or pity that in birth Died, and were childless in her: if she quite Forget that very swan-song of thy love, My love that wast, my love that wouldst not be. Let God forget her now at last as I Remember : if she think but one soft thought, Cast one poor word upon thee, God thereby Shall surely bid me let her live : if none, I shoot that letter home, and sting her dead. God strengthen me to sing but these words through. Though I fall dumb at end forever. Now — \She sings. Ap7-h tant dejojirs, aprh tant de pleurs, Soyez secourable d, fnoti dme en peine. V'oyez comme Avril fait Vamour aux fleiirs ; Dame d^amour^ dame mix belles coulenrs, Dieu voiis a fait belle, Amour vousfait reine. Rions^je t''en prie ; aimons,Je le vejix. Lc temps fuit et rit et ne revieut gu^re Pour baiser le bout de tes blonds cheveux, Pour baiser tes cils, ta bouc/ie et tesyeux ; U amour n'a qu'unjour auprh de sa mere. Mary Stuart. Nay, I should once ha'-e known that song, thou say'st, Ana him that sang it and should now be dead : Was it — but his rang sweeter — was it not Remy Belleau ? Mary Beaton (My letter — here at heart !) \Aside. I think it might be — were it better writ And courtlier phrased, with Latin spice cast in. And a more tunal)le descant. Mary Stuart. Ay ; how sweet Sang all the world about those stars that sang With Ronsard for the strong mid star of all. His bay-bound head all glorious with gray hairs. Who sang my birth and bridal ! When I think Of those French years, I only seem to see A light of swords 4nd singing, only hear Laughter of love and lovely stress of lutes. And in between the passion of them borne Sound of swords crossing ever, as of feet Dancing, and life and death still equally Blithe and bright-eyed from battle. Haply now My sometime sister, mad Queen Madge, is grown As grave as I should be, and wears at waist No hearts of last year's lovers any more Enchased for jewels round her girdle- stead, But rather beads for penitence ; yet I doubt Time should not more abash her heart than mine, Who live not heartless yet. These days like those Have power but for a season given to do No more upon our spirits than they may, And what they may we know not till it be Done, and we need no more take thought of it, As T no more of death or life to-day. Mary Beaton. That shall you surely need not. Mary Stuart. So I think, Our keepers being departed; and b^ these, Even by the uncourtlier as the gentlei man. 454 MARY STL' ART. I read as in a glass their queen's plain heart, And that bv her at last I shall not die. Scene III. — Greenwich Palace. Queen Elizaheth and Davison. Elizabeth. Thou hast seen Lord How- ard .'' I bade him send thee. Davison. Madam, But now he came upon me hard at hand. And by your gracious message bade me in. Elizabeth. The day is fair as April : hast thou been Abroad this morning } 'Tis no winter's sun That makes these trees forget their nakedness, And all the glittering ground, as 'twere in hope. Breathe laughingly. Davison. Indeed, the gracious air Had drawn me forth into the park, and thence Comes my best speed to attend upon your grace. Elizabeth. My grace is not so gracious as the sun That graces thus the late distempered air ; And you should oftener use to walk abroad. Sir, than your custom is : I would not have Good servants heedless of their natural health To do me sickly service. It were strange That one twice bound as woman and as queen To care for good men's lives and loyal- ties Should prove herself toward either dangerous. Davison. That Can be no jiart of any servant's fear Who lives for service of your majesty. Elizabeth. I would not have it be, — (iod else forbid ! — Who have so loyal servants as I hold AH now that bide about me; lor I will not Think, though such villany once were in men's minds, That twice among mine English gentle- men Shall hearts be found so foul as theirs who thought, When I was horsed for hunting, to way- lay And shoot me through the back at unawares With poisoned bullets ; nor, thou knovvest, would I, When this was opened to me, take such care. Ride so fenced round about with iron guard. Or walk so warily as men counselled me For loyal fear of what thereafter might More prosperously be plotted : nay, God knows, I would not hold on such poor terms my life. With such a charge upon it, as to breathe In dread of death or treason till the day That they should stop my trembling breath, and ease The piteous heart that panted like a slave's Of all vile fear forever. So to live Were so much hatefuller than thus to die, I do not think that man or woman draws Base breath of life the loathsomest on earth Who by such purchase of perpetual fear And deathless doubt of all in trust of none Would shuddcringly prolong it. Davison. Even too well Your servants know that greatness of your heart Which gives you yet unguarded ti> '.ucirs eyes ; And were unworthier found to serve or live Than is the unworthiest of them, did not this Make all their own hearts hotter with desire To be the bulwark or the price of your;" Paid to redeem it from the arrest of death. MARY STUART. 455 Elizabeth. So haply should they be whose hearts beat true With loyal blood; but whoso says they are Is but a loving liar. Davison. I trust your grace Hath in your own heart no such doubt of them As speaks in mockery through your lips. Elizabeth. By God, I say much less than righteous truth might speak Of their loud loves that ring with emptiness, And hollow-throated loyalties whose heart Is wind and clamorous promise. Ye desire, — With all your souls ye swear that ye desire, — The queen of Scots were happily re- moved. And not a knave that loves me will put hand To the enterprise ye look for only of me Who only would forbear it. Davison. If your grace lie minded yet it shall be done at all, The way that were most honorable and just \Vere safest, sure, and best. Elizabeth. I dreamt last night Our murderess there in hold had tasted death I'.y execution of the sentence done That was pronounced upon her ; and the news So stung my heart with wrath to hear of it That had I had a sword, — look to't, and 'ware ! — I had thrust it through thy body. Davison. God defend ! ' Twas well I came not in your highness' way While the hot mood was on you. But indeed I would know soothly if your mind be changed From its late root of purpose. Elizabeth. No, by God ; But I were fain it could be somewise done. And leave the blame not on me. And so much. If there were love and honesty in one Whom I held faithful and exact of care. Should easily be performed; but here I find This dainty fellow so precise a knave As will take all things dangerous on his tongue. And nothing on his hand : hot-mouthed and large In zeal to stuff mine ears with promises, But perjurous in performance : did he not Set hand among you to the bond where- by He is bound at utmost hazard of his life To do me such a service .'* yet I could Have wrought as well without him, had I wist Of this faint falsehood in his heart. There is That Wingfield whom thou wot'st of, would have done With glad good-will what I required of him. And made no Puritan mouths on't. Davison. Madam, yet Far better were it all should but be done By line of law and judgment. Elizabeth. There be men Wiser than thou that see this otherwise. Davison. All is not wisdom that of wise men comes. Nor are all eyes that search the ways of state Clear as a just man's conscience. Elizabeth. Proverbs ! ha } Who made thee master of these sen- tences. Prime tongue of ethics and philosophy.? Davison. An honest heart to serve your majesty ; Naught else nor subtler in its reach of wit Than very simpleness of meaning. Elizabeth. Nay, I do believe thee; heartily I do. Did my lord admiral not desire thee bring The warrant for her execution t 456 MARY STUART. Davison. Ay, Madam; here is it. Elizabeth. I would it might not be, Or being so just were yet not neces- sary. Art thou not heartily sorry — wouldst thou not, I say, be sad — to see me sign it .'' Davison. Madam, I grieve at any soul's mishap that lives, And specially for shipwreck of a life To you so near allied ; but seeing this doom Wrung forth from justice by necessity, I had rather guilt should bleed than innocence. Elizabeth. When I shall sign, take thou this instantly To the lord chancellor: see it straight be sealed As quietly as he may, not saying a word, That no man come to know it untimely : then Send it to the earls of Kent and Shrewsbury, Who are here set down to see this jus- tice done : I would no more be troubled with this coil Till all be through. But, for the place of doom. The hall there of the castle, in my mind, Were fitter than the court or open green. And as thou goest betake thee on thy way To Walsingham, where he lies sick at home, And let him know what hath of us been done : Whereof the grief, I fear me, shall go near To kill his heart outright. Davison. \'our majesty I lath vet not signed the warrant. Elizabeth. Ha! i\oCC^ blood! Art thou from tutor of philosojjhy late Grown counsellor too, and more than counsellor, thou To appoint me where and what this hand of mine Shall at thy beck obsequiously sub scribe And follow on thy finger.' Bv Gods death, What if it please me now not sign at all > This letter of my kinswoman's last writ Hath more compulsion in it, and more power To enforce my pity, than a thousand tongues Dictating death against her in mine ear Of mine own vassal subjects. Here but now She writes me she thanks God with all her heart That it hath pleased him by the mean of me To make an end of her life's pilgrim- age. Which hath been weary to her; and doth not ask To see its length drawn longer, having had Too much experience of its bitterness : Wni only doth entreat me, since she may Look for no favor at their zealous hands Who are first in councils of mv mir.- istry, That onlv I myself will grant her prayers ; Whereof the first is, since she cannot hope For English burial with such Catholic rites As here were used in time of the an- cient kings, Mine ancestors and hers, and since the tombs Lie violated in Scotland of her sires, That so soon ever as her enemies Shall with her innocent blood be satt ated, Her body by her servants may bo borne To some ground consecrated, there to be Interred : and rather, she desires, in l-'rancc, MARY STUART. 457 Where sleep her honored mother's ashes ; so At length may her poor body find the rest Which living it has never known: thereto, She prays me, from the fears she hath of those To whose harsh hand I have aban- doned her, She may not secretly be done to death. But in her servants' sight and others', who May witness her obedience kept and faith To the true Church, and guard her memory safe From slanders haply to be blown abroad Concerning her by mouths of enemies : last. She asks that her attendants, who so well And faithfully through all her miseries past Have served her, may go freely where they please. And lose not those small legacies of hers Which poverty can yet bequeath to them. This she conjures me by the blood of Christ, Our kinship, and my grandsire's memory, Who was her father's grandsire and a king, And by the name of queen she bears with her Even to the death, that I will not refuse. And that a word in mine own hand may thus Assure her, who will then as she hath lived Die mine affectionate sister and pris- oner. See, Howe'er she have sinned, what heart were mine, if this Drew no tears from me : not the mean- est soul That lives most miserable but with such words Must needs draw down men's pity. Davison. Sure it is. This queen hath skill of writing : and her hand I lath manifold eloquence with various voice To express discourse of sirens or of snakes, A mermaid's or a monster's, uttering best All music or all malice. Here is come A letter writ long since of hers to you From Sheffield Castle, which for shame or fear She durst not or she would not thence despatch, Sent secretly to me from Fotheringay, Not from her hand, bui with her own hand writ. So foul of import and malignity I durst not for your majesty's respect With its fierce infamies afire from hell Offend your gracious eyesight ; but because Your justice by your mercy's ignorant hand Hath her fair eyes put out, and walks now blind Even by the pit's edge deathward, par- don me If w'hat you never should have seen be shown By hands that rather would take fire in hand Than lay in yours this writing. [Gives her a Letter. Elizabeth. By this light, Whate'er be here, thou hadst done pre- sumjjtuously. And Walsingham thy principal, to keep Aught from mine eyes that being to me designed Might even with most offence enlighten them. Here is her hand, indeed ; and she takes up [Reading. In gracious wise enough the charge imposed By promise on her and desire of ours, How loath soe'er she be, regretfully To bring such things in question of discourse. Vet with no passion but sincerity, 458 MARY STUART. As God shall witness her, declares to us What our good lady of Shrewsbury said to her Touching ourself in terms ensuing : whereto Answering, she chid this dame for such belief, And reprehended for licentious tongue, To speak so lewdly of us ; which her- self Believes not, knowing the woman's natural heart An evil will as then to us-ward. Here She writes no more than I would well believe Of her as of the countess. Ha ! Davison. Your grace Shall but defile and vex your eyes and heart To read these viDanies through. Elizabeth. God's death, man ! peace : Thou wert not best incense me toward thine own. Whose eyes have been before me in them. What ! Was she not mad to write this.^ Otie that had Your promise — lay with you times imtn- herless — All license and all privateness that may Be used of wife and husband! yea, of her And more dead men than shame remem- bers. God Shall stand her witness — with the devil of hell For sponsor to her vows, whose spirit in her Begot himself this issue. Ha! the duke — Nay, God shall give me patience — and his knave, And Hatton — God have mercy! nay, but hate. Hate and constraint and rage have wrecked her wits, And continence of life cut off from lust, — This common stale of Scotland, that has tried The sins of three rank nations, and con- sumed Their veins whose life she took not, — Italy, France that put half this poison in her blood. And her own kingdom that being sick therewith Vomited out on ours the venomous thing Whose head we set not foot on; but may God Make my fame fouler through the world than hers, And ranker in men's record, if I spare The she-wolf that I saved, the woman- beast, Wolf-woman — how the Latin rings we know. And what lewd lair first reared her, and whose hand Writ broad across the Louvre and Holy rood Ltipanar ; but no brothel ever bred Or breathed so rank a soul's infection, spawned Or spat such foulness in God's face and man's. Or festered in such falsehood as her breath Strikes honor sick with, and the spirit of shame Dead as her fang shall strike herself, and send The serpent that corruption calls her soul To vie strange venoms with the worm of hell. And make the face of darkness and the grave Blush hotter with the fires wherein that soul Sinks deeper than damnation. Davison. Let your grace Think only that but now the thing is known And self-discovered which too long your love Too dangerously hath cherished ; and forget All but that end which vet remains for her, That right by pity be not overcome. Elizabeth. God pity so my soul as 1 do right, And show me no more grace alive or dead MARY STUART. 459 I Than I do justice here. Give me again That "warrant I put by, being foolish: yea, Thy word spake sooth, — my soul's eyes were put out; I could not see for pity. Thou didst well — I am bounden to thee heartily — to cure My sight oi this distemper, and my soul. Here in God's sight I set mine hand, who thought Never to take this thing upon it, nor Do God so bitter service. Take this hence. And let me see no word nor hear of her Till the sun see not such a soul alive. ACT v. — MARY STUART. Scene I. — Mary's Chamber in FOTHERINGAY CaSTLE. Mary Stuart aw^/MARY Beaton. Alary Stuart {sings). O Lord 7ny God, I have trusted in thee ; O yesji fny dearest one^ N'ow set me free. In prison'' s oppression. In sorrow's obsession, I weary for thee. IVith sighing and crying Bowed doxvn as dying, I adore thee, I implore thee, set me free ! Free are the dead : yet fain I would have had Once, before all captivity find end, Some breath of freedom living. These that come, I think, with no such message, must not find. For all this lameness of my limbs, a heart As maimed in me with sickness. Three years gone, When last I parted from the earl mar- shal's charge, I did not think to see his face again '^urned on me as his prisoner. Now his wife Will take no jealousy more to hear of it, I trust, albeit we meet not as unfriends, If it be mortal news he brings me. Go, If I seem ready, as meseems I should, And well arrayed to bear myself indeed None otherwise than queenlike in their sight. Bid them come in. [Exit Mary Beaton. I cannot tell at last If it be fear or hope that should expect Death : I have had enough of hope, and fear Was none of my familiars while I lived Such life as had more pleasant things to lose Than death or life may now divide me from, 'Tis not so much to look upon the sun With eyes that may not lead us where we will, And halt behind the footless flight of hope With feet that may not follow ; nor were aught So much, of all things life may think to have. That one not cowardly born should find it worth The purchase of so base a price as this. To stand self-shamed as coward. I do not think This is mine end that comes upon me ; but I had liefer far it were than, were it not, That ever I should fear it. Enter Kent, Shrewsbury, Beale, and Sherijff. Sirs, good day : With such good heart as prisoners have, Ibid You and your message welcome. Kent. Madam, this The secretary of the council here hath charge To read as their commission. Mary Stuart. Let me hear In as brief wise as may beseem the time The purport of it. Beale. Our commission here Given by the council under the great seal 4^0 MARY STUART. Pronounces on your head for present doom Death, by this written sentence. Mary Stuart. Ay, my hjrds ? May I believe this, and not hold myself Mocked as a child with shadows? In God's name. Speak you, my lord of Shrewsbury : let me know If this be dream or waking. A'ent. Verily, No dream it is, nor dreamers we that pray. Madam, vou meetly would prepare your- self To stand before God's judgment presently. Mary ciitnA..t. I *^^d rather so than ever stand again Before the face of man's. Why speak not you, To whom I speak, my lord earl marshal .'' Nay, Look not so heavily : by my life, he stands As one at point to weep. Why, good my lord, To know that none may swear by Mary's life, And hope again to find belief of man Upon so slight a warrant, should not bring This trouble on your eyes: look up, and say The word you have for her that never was Less than your friend, and prisoner. Shre7vshiiry. None save this, Which willingly I would not speak, I may : That presently your time is come to die. Mary Stuart. Why, then, I am well content to leave a world Wherein I am no more serviceable at all To God or man, and have therein so long l^ndured so much aftliction. All my life 1 have ever earnestly desired the love And friendship of vour queen; have warned her oil Of coming dangers ; and have cherished long The wish that I but once might speak with her In plain-souled confidence, being well assured. Had we but once met, there an end had been Of jealousies between us : but our foes, With equal wrong toward either, treach- erously Have kept us still in sunder; by whose craft And crooked policy hath my sister's crown Fallen in great peril, and myself have been Imprisoned, and inveterately maligned, And here must now be murdered. iJut I know That only for my faith's sake I must die. And this to know for truth is recom- pense As large as all my sufferings. For tnt crime Wherewith I am charged, upon this holy book I lay mine hand for witness of my plea. I am wholly ignorant of it; and sol- emnly Declare that never \et conspiracy Devised against the queen my sister's life Took instigation or assent from me. Kent. Vou swear but on a popish Testament : Such oaths are all as worthless as the book. Mary Stuart. I swear upon the book wherein I trust : Would you give rather credit to mine oath Sworn on your Scrii)tures that I t;ust not in ? A'lut. ^L1dam, I fain would have you heartily Renounce your superstition; toward which end With us the godly dean of Peter borough. Good Richard Fletcher, well approved for faith Of God and of the (|ueen, is hithei come To proffer you his prayerful ministry. MARY STUART. 461 Mary Stuart. If you, my lords, or he will pray for me, I shall be thankful for your prayers; but may not With theirs that hold another faith mix mine. I pray you, therefore, that mine almoner may 1 lave leave to attend on me, that from his hands I, having made confession, may receive The sacrament. Kent. We may not grant you this. Mary Stuart. I shall not see my chaplain ere I die .-* But two months gone, this grace was granted me By word expressly from your queen, to have Again his ministration ; and at last In the utter hour and bitter strait of death. Is this denied me ? Kent. Madam, for your soul More meet it were to cast these mum- meries out, And bear Christ only in your heart, than serve With ceremonies of ritual hand and tongue His mere idolatrous likeness. Mary Stuart. This were strange. That I should bear him visible in my hand, Or keep with lips and knees his titular rites. And cast in heart no thought upon him. Nay, Put me, I pray, to no more argument ; But if this least thing be not granted, yet Grant me to know the season of my death. Shrewsbury. At eight by dawn to- morrow you must die. Mary Stuart'. So shall I hardly see the sun again. By dawn to-morrow ? meanest men con- demned Give not their lives' breath up so sud- denly : Howbeit, I'had rather yield you thanks, who make Such brief end of the bitterness of death For me who have borne such bitter length of life. Than plead with protestation of appeal For half a piteous hour's remission ; nor Henceforward shall I be denied of man Aught, who may never now crave aught again, But whence is no denial. Yet shall this Not easily be believed of men, nor find In foreign ears acceptance, that a queen Should be thrust out of life thus. Good my friend, Bid my physician Gorion come to me : I have to 'speak with him — sirs, with your leave — (3f certain moneys due to me in France. What! shall I twice desire your leave, my lords. To live these poor last hours of mine alive At peace among my friends ? I have much to do. And little time wherein to do it is left. Shrewsbury [to Kent apart). I pray she may not mean worse than I would Against herself ere morning. Kent. Let not then This French knave's drugs come near her, nor himself : We will take order for it. Shreiusbury. Nay, this were but To exasperate more her thwarted heart, and make Despair more desperate than itself. Pray God She be not minded to compel us put Force at the last upon her of men's hands To hale her violently to death, and make Judgment look foul and fierce as mur der's face With stain of strife and passion. [Exeunt all but M.\RY Stuart and Mary Bkaton. Afarv Stuart. So, my friend, The last of all our Maries are you left 462 MA/^y STUART. To-morrow. Strange has been my life, and now Strange looks my death upon me: yet, albeit Nor the hour nor manner of it be mine to choose, Ours is it yet, and all men's in the world, To make death welcome in what wise we will. Bid you my chaplain, though he see me not, Watch through the night, and pray for me: perchance, When ere the sundawn they shall bring me forth, I may behold him, and upon my knees Receive his blessing. Let our supper be Served earlier in than wont was : whereunto I bid my true poor servants here, to take Farewell, and drink at parting to them all 1 he cup of my last kindness, in good hope They shall stand alway constant in their faith, And dwell in peace together: there- upon What little store is left me will I share Among them, and between my girls divide My wardrobe and my jewels severally. Reserving but the black robe and the red That shall attire me for my deatR ; and last With mine own hand shall be my will writ out, ,\nd all memorials more set down therein That I would leave for legacies of love To mv next kinsnien and my house- hold folk. And to the king my brother yet of France Must I write briefly, but a word to say I am innocent of the charge wlureon I die Now for my right's sake claimed ui)on this crown, And our true faith's sake, but an\ barred from sight Even of mine almoner here, though hard at hand ; And I would bid him take upon his charge The keeping of my servants, as I think He shall not for compassionate shame refuse. Albeit his life be softer than his heart; And in religion for a queen's soul pray That once was styled Most Christian, and is now In the true faith about to die, deprived Of all her past possessions. But this most And first behooves it, that the king of Spain By Gorion's word of mouth receive my heart. Who soon shall stand before him. Bid the leech Come hither, and alone, to speak with me. \Exit Mary Beaton. She is dumb as death: yet never in her life Hath she baen quick of tongue. For all the rest. Poor souls, how well they love me, all as well I think I know ; and one of them or twain At least may surely see me to my death Ere twice the hours have changed again. Perchance Love that can weep not would the glad- lier die For those it cannot weep on. Time wears thin : They should not now play laggard : nav, he comes. The last that ever speaks alone with me Before my soul shall speak alone with God. Enter GoRlON. I have sent once more for you to no such end As sick men for physicians : no strong drug May {)ut the death next morning twelve hours back MARY STUART. 463 Whose twilight overshadows me, that am Nor sick nor medicinable. Let me know If I may lay the last of all my trust On you that ever shall be laid on man To prove him kind and loyal. Gorion. So may God Deal with me, madam, as I prove to you Faithful, though none but I were in the world That you might trust beside. Mary Stuart. With equal heart Do I believe and thank you. I would send To Paris for the ambassador from Spain This letter with two diamonds, which your craft For me must cover from men's thiev- ish eyes. Where they may be not looked for. Gorion. Easily Within some molten drug may these be hid, And faithfully by me conveyed to him. Mary Stuart. The lesser of them shall he keep in sign Of my good friendship toward himself : but this In token to King Philip shall he give That for the truth I die, and dying com- mend To him my friends and servants, Gil- bert Curie, His sister, and Jane Kennedy, who shall To-night watch by me ; and my ladies all That have widured my prison : let him not Forget from his good favor one of these That I remember to him ; Charles Arundel, And either banished Paget ; one whose heart Was better toward my service than his hand, Morgan ; and of mine exiles for their faith, The prelates first of Glasgow and of Ross ; And Liggons and Throgmorton, that have lost For me their leave to live on English earth ; And Westmoreland, that lives now- more forlorn Than died that earl who rose for me with him. These I beseech him favor for my sake Still : and forget not, if he come agam To rule as king in England, one of them That were mine enemies here : the treasurer first. And Leicester, Walsingham, and Hunt- ingdon, At Tutbury once my foe, fifteen years gone. And Wade that spied upon me three years since, And Paulet here my gaoler : set them down For him to wreak wrath's utmost jus- tice on, In my revenge remembered. Though I be Dead, let him not forsake his hope to reign Upon this people : with my last breath left I make this last prayer to him, that not the less He will maintain the invasion yet de- signed Of us before on England : let him think, It is God's quarrel, and on earth a cause Well worthy of his greatness ; which being won, Let him forget no man of these nor me. And now will I lie down, that four hours' sleep May give me strength before I sleep again. And need take never thought for wak- ing more. Scene II. — The Presemce Chamber. Shrewsbury, Kent, Paulet, Drury., Melville, and Attendants. Kent. The stroke is past of eight. Shrewsbury. Not far, my lord 4^4 MARY STUART. Kent. What stays the provost and the sheriff yet That went ere this to bring the prisoner forth ? What! are her doors locked inwards? Then perchance Our last night's auguries of some close design By death contrived of her self-slaugh- terous hand To baffle death by justice hit but right 'I'he heart of her bad purpose. Shrewsbury. Fear it not : See where she comes, a queenlier thing to see Than whom such thoughts take hold on. Enter Mary Stuart, led by two gentle- men and preceded by the Sheriff ; Mary Beaton, Barbara Mow- bray, aftd other ladies behind, who re- niaijt tn the doorway. Melville {kneeling to Mary). Woe am I, Madam, that I must bear to Scotland back Such tidings watered with such tears as these ! Mary Stnart. Weep not, good Mel- ville : rather should your heart Rejoice that here an end is come at last Of Mary Stuart's long sorrows; for be sure That all this world is only vanity. And this record I pray you make of me. That a true woman to my faith I die. And true to Scotland and to France ; but God Forgive them that have long desired mine end. And with false tongues have thirsted for my blood As the hart thirsteth for the water- brooks. O God, who art truth, and the author of all truth. Thou knowcst the extreme recesses of my heart. And hf)w that I was willing all my days That Kngland should with Scotland be fast friends. Commend me to my son : tell him that I Have nothing done to prejudice his rights As king. And now, good Melville, fare thee well. My lord of Kent, whence comes it that your charge Hath bidden back my women there at door Who fain to the end would bear me company ? Kent. Madam, this were not seemly nor discreet. That these should so have leave to vex men's ears With cries and loose lamentings : haply too They might in superstition seek to dip Their handkerchiefs for relics in your blood. Mary Stuart. That will I pledge my word they shall not. Nay, The queen would surely not deny me this, The poor last thing that I shall ask on earth. Even a far meaner person dying, I think, She would not have so handled. Sir, you know I am her cousin, of her grandsire's blood, A queen of France by marriage, and by birth Anointed queen of Scotland. My poor girls Desire no more than but to see me die. Shrewsbury. Madam, you have ler.ve to elect of this your train Two ladies with four men to go with you. Mary Stuart. I choose from forth mv Scottish following here Jane Kennedy, with Elspcth Curie : of men, Bourgoin and Gorion shall attend on me, Gervais and Didier. — Come then, let us go. \Exeunt: manent Mary Beaton and Barbara Mowbray. Barbara. I wist I was not worthy, though my child MAA'V STUART. 465 It is that her own hands made Chris- tian : but I deemed she should have bid you go with her. Alas ! and would not all we die with her? Mary Beaton. Why, from the gallery here at hand your eyes May go with her along the hall be- neath Even to the scaffold; and I fain would hear What fain I would not look on. Pray you, then, If you may bear to see it as those below, Do me that sad good service of your eyes For mine to look upon it, and declare All that till all be done I will not see : I pray you of your pity, Barbara. Though mine heart Break, it shall not for fear forsake the sight That may be faithful yet in following her, Nor yet for grief refuse your prayer, being fain To give your love such bitter comfort, who So long have never left her. Mary Beaton. Till she die — I have ever known I shall not till she die. See you yet aught? if I hear spoken words, My heart can better bear these pulses, else Unbearable, that rend it. Barbara. Yea, I see Stand in mid hall the scaffold, black as death, And black the block upon it ; all around, Against the throng a guard of halber- diers ; And the axe against the scaffold-rail reclined, And twc Tien mc.sked on either hand beyond ; And hard behind the block a cushion set, P>lack, as the chair behind it. Mary Beaton, When I saw Fallen on a scaffold once a young man's head, Such things as these I saw not. Nay, but on : I knew not that I spake; and toward your ears Indeed I "pake not. Barbara. All those faces change ; She comes more royally than ever yet Fell foot of man triumphant on this earth. Imperial more than empire made her, born Enthroned as queen sat never. Not a line Stirs of her sovereign feature ; like a bride Brought home she mounts the scaffold ; and her eyes Sweep regal round the cirque beneath, and rest. Subsiding with a smile. She sits, and they. The doomsmen earls, beside her ; at her left The sheriff, and the clerk at hand on high, Te read the warrant. Mary Beaton. None stands there but knows What things therein are writ against her : God Knows what therein is writ not. God forgive All! Barbara. Not a face there breathes of all the throng But is more moved than hers to hear this read. Whose look alone is changed not. ^fary Beaton. Once I knew A face that changed not in as dire an hour. More than the queen's face changes. Hath he not Ended ? Barbara. You cannot hear them speak below : Come near, and hearken ; bid not me repeat All. Mary Beaton. I beseech you — for I may not come. 40D MARY STUART. Barbara. Now speaks Lord Shrews- bury but a word or twain ; And brieflicr yet she answers, and stands up As though to kneel, and pray. Mary Beaton. I too have prayed : God hear at last her prayers not less than mine, Which failed not, sure, of hearing. Barbara. Now draws nigh That heretic priest, and bows himself, and thrice Strives, as a man that sleeps in pain, to speak, Stammering : she waves him by, as one whose prayers She knows may naught avail her ; now she kneels, And the earls rebuke her, and she an- swers not, Kneeling. O Christ, whose likeness there engraved She strikes against her bosom, hear her ! Now That priest lifts up his voice against her prayer. Praying ; and a voice all round goes up with his : But hers is lift up higher than climbs their cry. In the great psalms of penitence ; and now She prays aloud in English; for the Pope Our father, and his Church; and for her son. And for the queen her murderess; and that God May turn from England yet his wrath away ; And so forgives her enemies; and im- plores High intercession of the saints with Christ, Whom crucified she kisses on his cross, And crossing now her breast — ah, heard you not ? Even as thine arms were spread upon the cross, .So mahe thy j^rare, O Jesus, 7vide for me, Rncnr vte to thy mercy so, and so /•ofi^iT'e my sins. Mary Beaton. So be it, if so God please. Is she not risen up yet ? Barbara. Yea, but mine eyes Darken : because those deadly twain close masked Draw nigh as men that crave forgive- ness, which Gently she grants ; For now, she said, 1 hope You shall end all my troubles. Now meseems They would put hand upon her as to help. And disarray her raiment ; but she smiles — Heard you not that? can you nor hear nor speak, Poor heart, for paiii } Truly, she said, my lords, 1 7tever had such chamber-grooms before As these to wait on me. Mary Beaton. An end, an end ! Barbara. Now come those twain upon the scaffold up Whom she preferred before us ; and she lays Her crucifix down, which now the heads- man takes Into his cursed hand, but being rebuked Puts back for shame that sacred spoil of hers. And now they lift her veil up from her head Softlv, and softly draw the black robe ' off. And all in red as of a funeral flame She stands up statelier vet before them, tall And clothed as if with sunset ; and she takes From Elspcth's hand the crmison sleeves, and draws Their covering on her arms : and now those twain Burst out aloud in weeping; and she si)eaks — Weep not : I promised for you. Now she kneels ; And Jane binds round a kerchief on her eyes ; And smiling last her hcavenliest smile on earth. MA/^y STUART. 467 She waves a blind hand toward them, with Farewell, Farewell, to meet again ; and they come down, And leave her praying aloud, In thee, O Lord, I put my trust. And now, that psalm being through, She lays between the block and her soft neck Her long white peerless hands up ten- derly, Which now the headsman draws again away. But softly too. Now stir her lips again — Into thine hands, O Lord, into thine hands., Lord, I commend my spirit. And now — Bu< now. Look you, not I, the last upon her. Mary Beaton. Ha ! He strikes awry : she stirs not. Nay, but now He strikes aright, and ends it. Barbara. Hark, a cry ! Voice below. So perish all fou!id ene- mies of the queen ! Another Voice. Amen ! Mary Beaton. I heard that very cry go up Far off long since to God, who answers here. POEMS AND BALLADS. A LEAVE-TAKING. Let us go hence, my songs : she will not hear ; Let us go hence together without fear. Keep silence now, for singing-time is over. And over all old things and all things dear. She loves not you nor me as all we love her : Yea, though we sang as angels in her ear. She would not hear. Let us rise up and part: she will not know. Let us go seaward as the great winds go. Eull of blown sand and foam. What help is there ? There is no help, for all these things are so, And all the world is bitter as a tear. And how these things are, though ye strove to show. She would not know. Let us go home and hence : she will not weep. \Vc gave love many dreams and days to keep, Flcjwers without scent, and fruits that would not grow, Saying, " If thou wilt, thrust in thy sickle, and reap." All is reaped now ; no grass is left to mow : And we that sowed, though all we fell on sleep, She would not weep. 4r.8 Let us go hence and rest . she will not love. She shall not hear us if we sing here- of, Nor see love's ways, how sore they are and steep. Come hence, let be, lie still ; it is enough. Love is a barren sea, bitter and deep ; And, though she saw all heaven iu flower above, She would not love. Let us give up, go down : she will not care. Though all the stars made gold of all the air. And the sea moving saw before it move One moon-flower making all the foam- flowers fair; Though all those waves went over us, and drove Deep down the stifling lips and drown- ing hair. — She would not care. Let us go hence, go hence : she will not see. Sing all once more together; surelv she. She too, remembering days and words that were. Will turn a little toward us, sighing; but we, We are hence, we are gone, as though we had not been there. Nay, and though all men seeing had pity on me. She would not see. POEMS AND BALLADS. 469 ITYLUS. Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow, How can thine heart be full of the spring ? A thousand summers are over and dead. What hast thou found in the spring to follow ? What hast thou found in thine heart to sing? What wilt thou do when the sum- mer is shed ? swallow, sister, O fair swift swallow, Why wilt thou fly after spring to the south. The soft south whither thine heart is set ? Shall not the grief of the old time fol- low ? Shall not the song thereof cleave to thy mouth ? Hast thou forgotten ere I forget ? Sister, my sister, O fleet sweet swallow, Thy way is long to the sun and the south ; But I, fulfilled of my heart's desire, Shedding my song upon height, upon hollow. From tawny body and sweet small mouth Feed the heart of the night with fire. 1 the nightingale all spring through, O swallow, sister, O changing swal- low. All spring through till the spring be done, Clothed with the light of the night on the dew. Sing, while the hours and the wild birds follow. Take flight and follow and find the sun. Sister, my sister, O soft, light swallow, Though all things feast in the spring's guest-chamber, How hast thou heart to be glad thereof yet.-* For where thou fliest I shall not follow, Till life forget, and death remember, Till thou remember, and I forget. Swallow, my sister, O singing swallow, I know not how thou hast heart to sing. Hast thou the heart? is it all past over ? Thy lord the summer is good to follow. And fair the feet of thy lover the spring; But what wilt thou say to the spring thy lover? O swallow, sister, O fleeting swallow, My heart in me is a molten ember, And over my head the waves have met. But thou wouldst tarry, or I would fol low, Could I forget, or thou remember, Couldst thou remember, and I for- get. O sweet stray sister, O shifting swallow, The heart's division divideth us. Thy heart is light as a leaf of a tree ; But mine goes forth, among sea-gulfs hollow. To the place of the slaying of Itylus, The feast of Daulis,'the Thracian sea. O swallow, sister, O rapid swallow, I pray thee sing not a little space. Are not the roofs and the linteis wet.' The woven web that was i^lain to fol- low, The small slain body, the flower-like face. Can I remember if thou forget ? O sister, sister, thy first-begotten ! The hands that cling and the feet that follow, The voice of the child's blDod cry- ing yet. Who hath remembered me ? Who hath forgotten ? Thou hast forgotten, O summer swal- low. But the world shall end when I forget. 470 POEMS AND BALLADS. rondp:l. These many years since we began to be, What have the gods done with us ? what with me, ,Vhat with my love ? They have shown me fates and fears. Harsh springs, and fountains bitterer than the sea. Grief a fixed star, and joy a vane that veers, These many years. With her, my love, with her have they done well ? But who shall answer for her ? who shall tell Sweet things or sad, such things as no man hears ? Mav no tears fall, if no tears ever fell, From eyes more dear to me than star- riest spheres These many years ! But if tears ever touched, for any grief. Those evelids folded like a white-rose leaf, Deep double shells wherethrough the eye-flower peers, Let them weep once more only, sweet and brief. Brief tears and bright, for one who gave her tears These many years. A LITANY. iv oiipaViZ atvvai Kpv\i/ut nap' VfiiV avya<:, fj.ia<: np'o vvKTOi ima i'VKra<: f(f rt, k.t.K. A nth. Sac. FIRST ANTII'HONE. Ai.L the bright lights of heaven I will make dark over thee; One night shall be as seven, '!1iat its skirts may cover thee; I will send on thy strong men a sword, On thv remnant a rod : W shall know that I am the I.ord, Saith the Lord Cod. SECOND ANTIPHONE. All the bright lights of heaven Thou hast made dark over us ; One night has been as seven. That its skirt might cover us; Thou hast sent on our strong men a sword. On our remnant a rod : We know that thou art the Lord, Lord our God ! THIRD ANTIPHONE. As the tresses and wings of the wind Are scattered and shaken, I will scatter all them that have sinned : There shall none be taken ; As a sower that scattereth seed. So will I scatter them ; As one breaketh and shattereth a reed, 1 will break and shatter them. FOURTH ANTIPHONE. As the wings and the locks of the wind Are scattered and shaken. Thou hast scattered all them that have sinned : There was no man taken ; As a sower that scattereth seed, So hast thou scattered us ; As one breaketh and shattereth a reed, Thou hast broken and shattered us. FIFTH ANTIPHONE. From all thy lovers that love thee, I God will sunder thee ; I will make darkness above thee. And thick darkness under thee ; Before me goeth a light. Behind me a sword : Shall a remnant find grace in my sight : I am the Lord. SIXTH ANTIPHONE. From all our lovers that love us, Thou God didst sunder us ; Thou madest darkness above us, And thick darkness under us; Thou hast kindled thv wrath for a light, And maile ready thy sword : Let a remnant find grace in thy sight, We beseech thee, O Lord I POEMS AND BALLADS. 471 SEVENTH ANTIPHONE. Wilt thou bring fine gold for a payment For sins on this wise ? For the glittering of raiment, And the shining of eyes, For the painting of faces, And the sundering of trust, For the sins of thine high places And delight of thy lust ? For your high things ye shall have lowly, Lamentation for song; For, behold, I God am holy, I the Lord am strong. Ye shall seek me, and shall not reach me Till the wine-press be trod; In that hour ye shall turn, and beseech me, Saith the Lord God. EIGHTH ANTIPHONE. Not with fine gold for a payment, But with coin of sighs, But with rending of raiment. And with weeping of eyes. But with shame of stricken faces, And with strewing of dust. For the sin of stately places And lordship of lust; With voices of men made lowly, Made empty of song, O Lord God most holy, O God most strong, We reach out hands to reach thee Ere the wine-press be trod ; We beseech thee, O Lord, we beseech thee, O Lord our God ! NINTH ANTIPHONE. In that hour thou shalt say to the night. Come down and cover us ; To the cloud on thy left and thy right, Be thou s]:)read over us. A snare shall be as thy mother. And a curse thv bride; Thou shalt put her away, and another Shall lie by thy side. Thou shalt neither rise up by day, Nor lie down by night. Would God it were dark! thou shalt say; Would God it were light! And the sight of thine eyes shall be made As the burning of fire ; And thy soul shall be sorely afraid For thy soul's desire. Ye whom your lords loved well. Putting silver and gold on you, The inevitable hell Shall surely take hold on you; Your gold shall be for a token, Your staff for a rod ; With the breaking of bands ye are broken, Saith the Lord God. TENTH ANTIPHONE. In our sorrow we said to the night, Fall down and cover us ; To the darkness at left and at right. Be thou shed over us. We had breaking of spirit to mother, And cursing to bride ; And one was slain, and another Stood up at our side. We could not arise by day, Nor lie down by night ; Thv sword was sharp in our way, Thv word in our sight ; The delight of our eyelids was made As the burning of fire, And our souls became sorely afraid For our soul's desire. We whom the world loved well. Laving silver and gold on us. The kingdom of death and of hell Riseth up to take hold on us; Our gold is turned to a token. Our staff to a rod : Yet shalt thou bind them up that were broken, O Lord our God 1 47 POEMS AND BALLADS. A LAMENTATION. Who hath known the ways of time, Or trodden behind his feet ? There is no such man among men. For chance overcomes him, or crime Changes; for all things sweet In time wax bitter again. Who shall give sorrow enough, Or who the abundance of tears .'' Mine eyes are heavy with love. And a sword gone thorough mine ears, A sound like a sword and fire, For pity, for great desire ; Who shall insure me thereof. Lest I die, being full of my fears? Who hath known the ways and the wrath, The sleepless spirit, the root And blossom of evil will. The divine device of a god t Who shall behold it, or hath .? The twice-tongucd prophets are mute. The many speakers are still ; No foot has travelled or trod, No hand has meted, his path. Man's fate is a blood-red fruit, And the mighty gods have their fill And rela.x not the rein, or the rod. Ye were mighty in heart from of old, Ye slew with the spear, and are slain. Keen after heat is the cold, Sore after summer is rain. And melteth man to the bone. As water he weareth away, As a flower, as an hour in a day, Fallen from laughter to moan, liut my spirit is shaken with fear Lest an evil thing begin. New-born, a spear for a spear. And one for another sin. Or ever our tears began. It was known from of old and said; One law for a living man, And another law for the dead For these arc fearful and sad. Vain, and things without breath ; While he lives let a man be glad, For none hath joy of his death. Who hath known the pain, the old pain of earth, Or all the travail of the sea. The many ways and waves, the birth Fruitless^ the labor nothing worth .=• Who hath known, who knoweth, O gods t not we. There is none shall say he hath seen. There is none he hath known. Though he saith, Lo, a lord have I been, I have reaped and sown ; I have seen the desire of mine eyes. The beginning of love. The season of kisses and sighs, And the end thereof. I have known the ways of the sea, All the perilous ways ; Strange winds have spoken with me, And the tongues of strange days. I have hewn the pine for ships; Where steeds run arow, I have seen from their bridled lips Foam blown as the snow. With snapping of chariot-poles And with straining of oars I have grazed in the race the goals. In the storm the shores ; As a greave is cleft with an arrow At the joint of the knee, I have cleft through the sea-straits narrow To the heart of the sea. When air was smitten in sunder, I have watched on high The ways of the stars and the thun der In the night of the skv ; W^here the dark brings forth light as a flower. As from lips that dissever ; One abidcth the space of an hour, One endureth forever. Lo. what hath he seen or known Of the way and the wave Unbeholden, unsailed-on, unsown, From the breast to the grave } Or ever the stars were made, or skies, Gi ief was born, and the kinless night« POKMS A A' I) /BALLADS. Mother of gods without form or name. And light is born out of heaven, and dies, And one day knows not another's light; liut night is one, and her shape the same. But dumb the goddesses underground Wait, and we hear not on earth if their feet Rise, and the night wax loud with their wings; Dumb, without word or shadow of sound ; And sift in scales, and winnow as wheat Men's souls, and sorrow of mani- fold things. III. Nor less of grief than ours The gods wrought long ago To bruise men one by one ; But with the incessant hours Fresh grief and greener woe Spring, as the sudden sun Year after year makes flowers ; And these die down and grow, And the next year lacks none. As these men sleep, have slept The old heroes in time fled, No dream-divided sleep ; And holier eyes have wept Than ours, when on her dead Gods have seen Thetis weep, With heavenly hair far-swept Back, heavenly hands out-spread Round what she could not keep, Could not one day withhold. One night; and like as these W^hite ashes of no weight, Held not his urn the cold Ashes of Heracles ? For all things born, one gate Opens, — no gate of gold ; Opens; and no man sees Beyond the gods and fate. ANTMA ANCFPS. Tii.i. death have broken Sweet life's love-token. Till all be spoken That shall be said. What dost thou praying, O soul, and jjlaying With song and saying. Things flown and fled .' For this we know not — That fresh s|)rings flow not And fresh griefs grow not When men are dead; WHien strange years cove** Lover and lover. And joys are over, And tears are shed. If one day's sorrow Mar the day's morrow ; If man's life borrow. And man's death pay; If souls once taken. If lives once shaken. Arise, awaken. By night, by day, — W^hv with strong crying And years of sighing. Living and dying. Fast ye and pray .' Vox all your weeping, Waking and sleeping. Death comes to reaping. And takes away. Though time rend after Roof-tree from rafter, A little laughter Is much more worth Than thus to measure The hour, the treasure, The pain, the pleasure, The death, the birth -. Grief, when davs alter, Like joy shall falter; Song-book and psalter. Mourning and mirth. Live like the swallow ; Seek not to follow. Where earth is hollow, Under the earth. 474 POEMS AND BALLADS. SONG BEFORE DEATH. (from the FRENCH.) 1795- Sweet mother, in a minute's span Death parts thee and my love of thee : Sweet love, that yet art living man, Come back, true love, to comfort me. Mack, ah, come back ! ah, wellaway ! liut my love comes not any day. As roses, when the warm West blows. Break to full flower, and sweeten spring. My soul would break to a glorious rose In such wise at his whispering. In vain I listen; wellaway! My love says nothing any day. You that will weep for pity of love On the low place where I am lain, I pray you, having wept enough. Tell him for whom I bore such pain That he was yet, ah ! wellaway ! My true love to my dying day. ROCOCO. Take hands, and part with laughter: Touch lips, and part with tears ; Once more and no more after, Whatever comes with years. We twain shall not re-measure The ways that left us twain, Nor crush the lees of pleasure YxQxn sanguine grapes of pain. We twain once well in sunder, What will the mad gods do For hate with me, I wonder. Or what for love with you .-' Forget them till November, And dream there's A|)ril yet; Forget that I remember, And dream that I forget. Time found our tired love sleeping. And kissed away his breath; Hut what should we do weei)ing, Though light love sleep to death } We have drained his lips at leisure, ' Till there's not left to drain A single sob of pleasure, A single pulse of pain. Dream that the lips once breathless Might quicken if they would; Say that the soul is deathless ; Dream that the gods are good; Say March may wed September, And time divorce regret : But not that you remember. And not that I forget. We have heard from hidden places What love scarce lives and hears; We have seen on fervent faces The pallor of strange tears ; We have trod the wine-vat's treasure* Whence, ripe to steam and stain, Foams round the feet of pleasure The blood-red must of pain. Remembrance may recover, And time bring back to time The name of your first lover. The ring of my first rhyme ; But rose-leaves of December The frosts of June shall fret, The day that you remember, The day that I forget. The snake that hides and hisses In heaven, we twain have known The grief of cruel kisses. The jov whose mouth makes moan; The pulse's pause and measure. Where in one furtive vein Throbs through the heart of pleasure The purpler blood of jiain. We have done with tears and treason* And love for treason's sake; Room for the swift new seasons, The years that burn and break. Dismantle and dismember Men's days and dreams, Juliette; For love may not remember, But time will not forget. Life treads down love in flying, Time withers him at root ; Bring all dead things and dying, Reaped sheaf and ruined fruit, rOEAfS AND BALLADS. A7S vVhere, crushed by three clays' pressure, Our three days' love lies slain; And earlier leaf of pleasure, And latter flower of pain. Breathe close upon the ashes. It may be flame will leaj) ; Unclose the soft close lashes. Lift up the lids, and weep. Light love's extinguished ember. Let one tear leave it wet, For one that you remember, And ten that you forget. A BALLAD OF BURDENS. The burden of fair women. Vain de- light, And love self-slain in some sweet shameful way, And sorrowful old age that comes by night As a thief comes that has no heart by day, And change that finds fair cheeks and leaves them gray. And weariness that keeps awake for hire. And grief that says what pleasure used to say : This is the end of every man's desire. The burden of bought kisses. This is sore, A burden without fruit in childbear- ing; Between the nightfall and the dawn threescore. Threescore between the dawn and evening. The shuddering in thy lips, the shud- dering In thy sad eyelids tremulous like fire, Makes love seem shameful and a wretched thing : This is the end of every man's desire. The burden of sweet speeches. Nay, kneel down, Cover thy head, and weep ; for verily These market-men that buy thy white and brown In the last days shall take no thought for thee ; In the last clays like earth thy face shall be, Yea, like sea-marsh made thick with brine and mire. Sad with sick leavings of the sterile sea : This is the end of every man's desire. The burden of long living. Thou shalt fear Waking, and sleeping mourn upon thy bed; And say at night, " Would God the day were here ! " And say at dawn, " Would God the day were dead ! " With weary days thou shalt be clothed and fed, And wear remorse of heart for thine attire, Pain for thy girdle, and sorrow upon thine head : This is the end of every man's desire. The burden of bright colors. Thou shalt see Gold tarnished, and the gray above the green ; And as the thing thou seest thy face shall be. And no more as the thing beforetime seen. And thou shalt say of mercy, " It hath been ; " And living, watch the old lips and loves expire. And talking, tears shall take thy breath between : This is the end of every man's desire. The burden of sad sayings. In that day Thou shalt tell 'all thy days and hours, and tell Thy times and ways and words of love, and say How one was dear, and one desirable, 470 POEMS AXD BALLADS. And sweet was life to hear and sweet to smell ; Kut now with lights reverse the old hours retire, And the last hour is shod with fire from hell : This is the end of every man's desire. The burden of four seasons. Rain i.i spring, White rain and wind among the ten- der trees ; A summer of green sorrows gather- ing ; Rank autumn in a mist of miseries, \Vith sad face set towards the year, that sees The charred ash drop out of the drop- ping pyre. And winter wan with many mala- dies ; This is the end of every man's desire. The burden of dead faces. Out of sight And out of love, beyond the reach of hands. Changed in the changing of the dark and light. They walk and weep about the bar- ren lands Where no seed is, nor any garner stands, Where in short breaths the doubtful days rcsi)ire, And time's turned glass lets through the sighing sands : This is the end of every man's desire. The burden of much gladness. Life and lust Forsake thee, and the face of thv de- light ; And underfoot the heavy hour strews dust. And overhead strange weathers burn and bite ; And where the red was, lo the blood- less white ; And where truth was, the likeness of a liar ; And where day was, the likeness of the night : This is the end of every man's desire. l'envuy. Princes, and ye whom pleasure quick eneth. Meed well this rhyme before youi pleasure tire ; For life is sweet, but after life is death. This is the end of every man's desire BEFORE THE MIRROR. (VERSES WRITTEN UNDER A PICTURE.) INSCRIBED TO J. A. WHISTLER. I. White rose in red rose-garden Is not so white ; Snowdrops that j^lead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East blows Over their maiden rows. Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright. Behind the veil, forbidden, Shut up from sight. Love, is there sorrow hidden, Is there delight .'* Is joy thy dower or grief, White rose of weary leaf. Late rose whose life is brief, whose loves are light .'* Soft snows, that hard winds harden Till each flake bite. Fill all the flowerless garden Whose flowers took flight Long since when summer ceased, And men rose up from feast. And warm west wind grew east, and warm day night. II. "Come snow, come wind or thunder High up in air, I watch my face, and wonder At my bright hair ; Naught else e.xalts or grieves The rose at heart, that heaves With love of her own leaves and lips that pair. POEMS AND BALLADS. A77 **wShe knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where : Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows ? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care. " I cannot see what pleasures Or what pains were ; What pale new loves and treasures New years wUl bear ; W^hat beam will fall, what shower, What grief or joy for dower: But one thing knows the flower, — the flower is fair." Glad, but not flushed with gladness, Since joys go by; Sad, but not bent with sadness, vSince sorrows die ; Deep in the gleaming glass She sees all past things pass. And all sweet life that was lie down and lie. There glowing ghosts of flowers Draw down, draw nigh ; And wings of swift spent hours Take flight and fly ; She sees by formless gleams, She hears across cold streams. Dead mouths of many dreams that sing and sigh. P^ace fallen and white throat lifted, With sleepless eye She sees old loves that drifted, She knew not why, — Old loves and faded fears Ploat down a stream that hears The flowing of all men's tears beneath the sky. IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. Back to the flower-town, side by side. The bright months bring, New-born, the bridegroom and the bride. Freedom and spring. The sweet land laughs from sea to sea, Filled full of sun ; All things come back to her, being free, — All things but one. In many a tender wheaten plot Flowers that were dead Live, and old suns revive ; but not That holier head. By this white wandering waste of sea. Far north, I hear One face shall never turn to me As once this year ; Shall never smile and turn and rest On mine as there, Nor one most sacred hand be prest Upon my hair. I came as one whose thoughts half lin ger. Half run beiore ; The youngest to the oldest singer That England bore. I found him whom I shall not find Till all grief end. In holiest age our mightiest mind. Father and friend. But thou, if any thing endure. If hope there be, O spirit that man's life left pure, Man's death set free. Not with disdain of days that were Look earthward now : Let dreams revive the reverend hair, The imperial brow ; Come back in sleep, for in the life Where thou art not We find none like thee. Time and strife And the world's lot Move thee no more ; but love at least, And reverent heart. May move thee, royal and released. Soul, as thou art. 47 rOEMS AXD BALLADS. And thou, his Florence, to thy trust Receive and keep, Kcc]) safe his dedicated dust. His sacred sleep. So shall thy lovers, come from far. Mix with thy name. As morning-star with evening-star, His faultless fame. A SONG IN TIME OF ORDER. 1852. Push hard across the sand, For the salt wind gathers breath ; Shoulder and wrist and hand. Push hard as the push of death. The wind is as iron that rings, The foam-heads loosen and flee ; It swells and welters and swings. The pulse of the tide of the sea. And up on the yellow cliff The long corn flickers and shakes; Push, for the wind holds stiff, And the gunwale dips and rakes. Good hap to the fresh fierce weather, The quiver and beat of the sea! While three men hold together, The kingdoms are less by three. Out to the sea with her there. Out with her over the sand, Let the kings keep the earth for their share ! We have done with the sharers of land. They have tied the world in a tether, They have bought over God with a fee ; While three men hold together, 'ihc kingdoms are less by three. Wc have done with the kisses that sting, The thief's mouth red from the feast. The blood on the hands of the king, And the lie at the lips of the priest. W'ill they tie the winds in a tether, Put a bit in the jaws of the sea } While three men hold together. The kingdoms are less by three. Let our flag run out straight in the wind! The old red shall be floated again When the ranks that are thin shall be thinned. When the names that were twenty are ten ; When the devil's riddle is mastered, And the galley-bench creaks with a Pope, W^e shall see Puonaparte the bastard Kick heels with his throat in a rope While the shepherd sets wolves on his sheep, And the emperor halters his kine, While Shame is a watchman asleep. And Faith is a ke*'per of swine, — Let the wind shak^ our flag like a feather, Like the plumes ol t>ie foam of the sea ! While three men hold *ogether, The kingdoms are less by three. All the world has its burdens to bear, From Cavcnne to the Austrian whips. Forth, with the rain in our hair And the salt sweet ft)am in our lips; In the teeth of the hard glad weather, In the blown wet face of the sea; While three men hold together. The kingdoms are less by three. A SONG IN TIMF OF REVOLU TION. i860. The heart of the rulerD is Mck, and the high-priest cover? h's head. For this is the song of the v^uick that is heard in the ears of the dead. POEMS AND BALLADS. 479 The poor and the halt and the blind are keen and mighty and fleet : Like the noise of the blowing of wind is the sound of the noise of their feet. The wind has the sound of a laugh in the clamor of days and of deeds : 'I'he priests are scattered like chaff, and the rulers broken like reeds. The high-priest sick from qualms, with his raiment bloodily dashed; The thief with branded palms, and the liar with cheeks abashed. They are smitten, they tremble greatly, they are pained for their pleasant things : For the house of the priests made state- ly, and the might in the mouth of the kings. T'hey are grieved and greatly afraid; they are taken, they shall not flee : For the heart of the nations is made as the strength of the springs of the They were fair in the grace of gold, they walked with delicate feet ; They were clothed with the cunning of old, and the smell of their gar- ments was sweet. For the breaking of gold in their hair they halt as a man made lame: They are utterly naked and bare ; their mouths are bitter with shame. Wilt thou judge thy peo])le now, O king that wast found most wise ? Wilt thou lie any more, O thou whose mouth is emptied of lies? Shall God make a pact with thee, till his hook be found in thy sides.' Wilt thou put back the time of the sea, or the place of the season of tides .'' Set a word in thy lips, to stand before God with a word in thy mouth : That ' the rain shall return in the land, and the tender dew after drouth." But the arm of the elders is broken, their strength is unbound and undone : They wait for a sign of a token ; they cry, and there cometh none. Their moan is in every jilace, the cry of them filleth the' land : There is shame in the sight of their face, there is fear in the thews of their hand. They are girdled about the reins with a curse for the girdle thereon : For the noise of the rending of chains, the face of their color is gone. For the sound of the shouting of men, they are grievously stricken at heart : They are smitten asunder with pain, their bones are smitten apart. There is none of them all that is whole ; their lips gape open for breath : They are clothed with sickness of soul, and the shape of the shadow of death. The wind is thwart in their feet ; it is full of the shouting of mirth ; As one shaketh the sides of a sheet, so it shaketh the ends of the earth. The sword, the sword is made keen ; the iron has opened its mouth ; The corn is red that was green ; it is bound for the sheaves of the south. The sound of a word was shed, the sound of the wind as a breath, In the ears of the souls that were dead, in the dust of the deepness of death : 48o POEMS AND BALLADS. Where the face of the moon is taken, the ways of the stars undone, The light of the whole sky shaken, the light of the face of the sun ; Where the waters are emptied and bro- ken, the waves of the waters are stayed ; Where God has bound for a token the darkness that maketh afraid ; Where the sword was covered and hid- den, and dust had grown in its side, A word came forth that was bidden, the crying of one that cried : The sides of the two-edged sword shall be bare, and its mouth shall be red, Yox the breath of the face of the Lord that is felt in the bones of the dead. TO VICTOR HUGO. In the fair days when god By man as godlike trod. And each alike was Greek, alike was free, God's lightning spared, they said, Alone the happier head Whose laurels screened it; fruitless grace for thee To whom the high gods gave of right Their thunders and their laurels and their light. .Sunbeams and bays before (Jur master's servants wore, Vu\ these Apollo left in all men's lands ; Hut far from these ere now, And watched with jealous brow, l And no such things grow here. "iNo growth of moor or coppice, / No heather-flower or vine, 'But bloomless buds of poppies, Green grapes of Proserpine, I'ale beds of blowing rushes Where no leaf blooms or blushes Save this whereout she crushes Yox dead men deadly wine. Pale, without name or number. In fruitless fields of corn, Thev bow themselves and slumber All night till light is born; And like a soul belated. In hell and heaven unmated, By cloud and mist abated Comes out of darkness morn. Though one were strong as seven, He too with death shall dwell. Nor wake with wings in heaven, • Nor weep for pains in hell ; Though one were fair as roses, His beauty clouds and closes; And well though love reposes, In the end it is not well. I Pale, beyond porch and portal. Crowned with calm leaves, she stands i Who gathers all things mortal With cold immortal hands; Her languid lips are sweeter Than love's who fears to greet her To men that mix and meet her P'rom many times and lands. She waits for each and other. She waits for all men born; Forgets the earth her mother, , The life of fruits and corn; And spring and seed and swallow Take wing for her, and follow Where summer song rings hollow. And flowers are put to scorn. There go the loves that wither, The old loves with wearier wings; And all dead years draw thither, And all disastrous things; Dead dreams of days forsaken, Blind buds that snows have shaken Wild leaves that winds have taker Red strays of ruined springs. We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure ; To-day will die to-morrow ; Time stoops to no man's lure ; And love, grown faint and fretful, With lips but half regretful Sighs, and with eyes forgetful Weeps that no loves endure. From too ntuch love of living. From hope and fear set free. We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives forever; That dead men rise up never ; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light ; Nor sountl of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight ; Nor wintry leaves nor vernal, Nor days nor things diurnal : Only the sleej) eternal In an eternal night. LOVE AT SEA. We are in love's land to-day: Where shall we go? Love, shall we start or stay, Or sail or row ? There's many a wind and way, And never a May but May: We are in love's hand to-day ; Where shall we go ? Our land-wind is the breath Of sorrows kissctl to death, And jovs that were ; Our ballast is a rose ; Our way lies where God knows, ,\nd (ove knows where. We are in love's hand to-day POEMS AND BALLADS. 485 Our seamen are fledged Loves, Our masts are bills of doves, Our decks fine gold ; Our ropes are dead maids' hair, Our stores are love-shafts fair And manifold. We are in love's land to-day — Where shall we land you, sweet ? On fields of strange men's feet, Or fields near home ? Or where the fire-flowers blow. Or where the flowers of snow, Or flowers of foam ? We are in love's hand to-day — Land me, she says, where love Shows but one shaft, one dove, One heart, one hand. — A shore like that, my dear. Lies where no man will steer, No maiden land. Imitated from Theophile Gautier. APRIL. FROM THE FRENCH OF THE VIDAME DE CHARTRES. 12 — 1 When the fields catch flower, And the underwood is green. And from bower unto bower The songs of the birds begin, I sing with sighing between. When I laugh and sing, I am heavy at heart for my sin ; I am sad in the spring For my love that I shall not win. For a foolish thing. This profit I have of my woe, That I know, as I sing, I know he will needs have it so Who is master and king, Who is lord of the spirit of spring. I will serve her, and will not spare Till her pity awake Who is good, who is pure, who is fair, (Even her for whose sake Love hath ta'en me and slain unaware. my lord, O Love, I have laid my life at thy feet; Have thy will thereof. Do as it please thee with it, For what shall please thee is sweet. 1 am come unto thee To do thee service, O Love ! Yet cannot I see Thou wilt take any pity thereof, Any mercy on me. But the grace I have long time sought Comes never in sight. If in her it abideth not, Through thy mercy and might, Whose heart is the world's delight. Thou hast sworn without fail I shall die, For my heart is set On what hurts me, I wot not why, But cannot forget What I love, what I sing for and sigh. She is worthy of praise ; For this grief of her giving is worth All the joy of my days That lie between^ death's day and birth, All the lordship of things upon earth. Nay, what have I said ? I would not be glad if I could : My dream and my dread Are of her, and for her sake I would That my life were fled. Lo, sweet, if I durst not pray to you. Then were I dead ; If I sang not a little to say to you, (Could it be said) O my love, how my heart would be fed; Ah, sweet who hast hold of my heart, For thy love's sake I live ; Do but tell me, ere either depart. What a lover may give For a woman so fair as thou art. The lovers that disbelieve, False rumors shall grieve And evil-speaking shall part. 4S6 POEAfS A. YD BALE ADS. BEFORE PARTING. A MONTH or twain to live on honey- conil) Is pleasant ; but one tires of scented time, Cold sweet recurrence of accepted rhyme, And that strong purple under juice and foam Where the wine's heart has burst ; Xor feel the latter kisses like the first. Once yet, this poor one time : I will not pray Even to change the bitterness of it, The bitter taste ensuing on the sweet, To make your tears fall where your soft hair lay All blurred and heavy in some per- fumed wise Over my face and eyes. And yet who knows what end the scythed wheat Makes of its foolish poppies' mouths of red ? These were not sown, these are not harvested, They grow a month, and are cast under feet, And none has care thereof, As none has care of a divided love. I know each shadow of your lips by rote. Each change of love m eyelids and eyebrows ; The fashion of fair temples tremu- lous With tender blood, and color of your throat ; I know not how love is gone out of this, Seeing that all was his. Love's likeness there endures upon all these : I '.lit out of these one shall not gather love. I )ay hath ncjt strength nor the night shade enough To make love whole, and fill his lips with ease, As some bee-builded cell Feels at filled lips the heavy honey swell. I know not how this last month leaves your hair Less full of purple color and hid spice, And that luxurious trouble of closed eyes Is mi.xed with meaner shadow and waste care ; And love, kissed out by pleasure, seems not yet Worth patience to regret. THE SUNDEW. A LITTLE marsh-plant, yellow green. And pricked at lip with tende'" >ed. Tread close, and either way you tread Some faint black water jets between Lest you should bruise the curious head A live thing mav be; who shall know.> The summer knows and suffers it; F^or the cool moss is thick and sweet Each side, and saves the blossom so That it lives out the long June heat. The deep scent of the heather burns About it : breathless though it be. Bow down and worship ; more than we Is the least flower whose life returns. Least weed renascent in the sea. We are vexed and cumbered in earth's sight W^ith wants, with many memories: These see their mother what she is, Glad-growmg, till August leave more bright The apple-colored cranberries. Winil blows and bleaches the strong grass, Blown all one way to shelter it From trample of strayed kinc, with feet Felt heavier than the moorhen was, ' Strayed uji jiast patches of wild wheat POEMS AND BALLADS: 4^7 You call it sundew : how it grows, If with its color it have breath, If life taste sweet to it, if death Pain its soft petal, no man knows : Man has no sight or sense that saith. My sundew, grown of gentle days. In these green miles the spring begun Thy growth ere April had half done With the soft secret of her ways, Or June made ready for the sun. red-lipped mouth of marsh-flower I 1 have a secret halved with thee. The name that is love's name to me Thou knowest, and the face of her Who is my festival to see. The hard sun, as thy petals knew. Colored the heavy moss-water : Thou wert not worth green midsummer. Nor fit to live to August blue, O sundew, not remembering her. AN INTERLUDE. In the greenest growth of the Maytime, I rode where the woods were wet. Between the dawn and the daytime : The spring was glad that we met. There was something the season wanted. Though the ways and the woods smelt sweet, — The breath at your lips that panted. The pulse of the grass at your feet. You came, and the sun came after. And the green grew golden above ; And the flag-flowers lightened with laughter. And the meadow-sweet shook with love. Your feet in the full-grown grasses Moved soft as a weak wind blows : You passed me as April passes. With face made out of a rose. By the stream where the stems were slender, Your bright foot paused at the sedge : It might be to watch the tender Light leaves in the springtime hedge, On boughs that the sweet month blanches With flowery frost of May; It might be a bird in the branches; It might be a thorn in the way. I waited to watch you linger With foot drawn back from the dew, Till a sunbeam straight like a finger Struck sharp through the leaves at you. And a bird overhead sang Follow, And a bird to the right sang Here ; And the arch of the leaves was hol- low. And the meaning of May was clear. I saw where the sun's hand pointed, I knew what the bird's note said : By the dawn and the dewfall anointed, You were queen by the gold on your head. As the glimpse of a burnt-out ember Recalls a regret of the sun, I remember, forget, and remember What Love saw done and undone. I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met : You hoped we were both broken- hearted. And knew we should both forget. And May with her world in flower Seemed still to murmur and smile As you murmured and smiled for an hour : I saw you turn at the stile. A hand like a white wood-blossom You lifted, and waved, and passed, With head hung down to the bosom. And pale, as it seemed, at last. And the best and the worst of this is, That neither is mosi to blame, If you've forgotten my kisses, And I've forgotten your name. 488 POEMS AND BALLADS. HENDECASVLLABICS. In the month of the long decline of roses, I, beholding the summer dead before me, Set my face to the sea, and journeyed silent, Gazing eagerly where above the sea mark Flame as fierce as the fervid eyes of lions Half divided the eyelids of the sun- set; Till I heard as it were a noise of waters Moving tremulous under feet of angels Multitudinous, out of all the heavens; Knew the fluttering wind, the fluttered foliage, Shaken fitfully, full of sound and shadow ; And saw, trodden upon by noiseless angels, Long mysterious reaches fed with moonlight. Sweet sad straits in a soft subsiding channel, Blown about by the lips of winds I knew not. Winds not born in the north nor any quarter. Winds not warm with the south nor any sunshine ; Heard between them a voice of exulta- tion, " Lo, the summer is dead, the sun is faded, Even like as a leaf the year is withered, All the fruits of the day from all her branches Oathered, neither is any left to gather. All the flowers are dead, the tender bhjssoms, All are taken away; the season wasted. Like an ember among the fallen ashes. Now with light of the winter days, with moonlight. Light of snow, and the bitter light of hoar-frost, Wc bring flowers that fade not after autumn, Tale white chaplets and crowns of lat- ter seasons, Fair false leaves (but the summer leaves were falser), Woven under the eyes of stars and planets When low light was upon the windy reaches Where the flower of foam was blown, a lily Dropt among the sonorous fruitless furrows And green fields of the sea that make no pasture : Since the winter begins, the weeping winter, All whose flowers are tears, and round his temples Iron blossom of frost is bound forever." SAPPHICS. All the night sleep came not upon my eyelids, Shed not dew, nor shook nor unclosed a feather. Yet with lips shut close and with eyes of iron Stood and beheld me. Then to me so lying awake a vision Came without sleep over the seas and touched me. Softly touched mine eyelids and lips; and I too. Full of the vision. Saw the white implacable .\phrodite. Saw the hair unbound and the feei unsandalled Shine as fire of sunset on western waters ; Saw the reluctant Feet, the straining plumes of the doves that drew her, Looking always, looking with necks reverted, Hack to Lesbos, back to the hills where under Shone Mitylcne; POEMS AND BALLADS. 489 Heard the flying feet of the Loves be- hind her Make a sudden thunder upon the waters, As the thunder flung from the strong unclosing Whigs of a great wind. So the goddess fled from her place, with awful Sound of feet and thunder of wings around her ; While behind a clamor of singing women Seveied the twilight. Ah the singing, ah the delight, the pas- sion ! All the Loves wept, listening ; sick with anguish. Stood the crowned nine Muses about Apollo ; Fear wasi upon them, While the tenth sang wonderful things they knew not. Ah the tenth, the Lesbian! the nine were silent. None endured the sound of her song for weeping ; Laurel by laurel. Faded all their crowns; but about her forehead, Round her woven tresses and ashen temples White as dead snow, paler than grass in summer, Ravaged with kisses, Shone a light of fi.~e as a crown for- ever. Yea, almost the implacable Aphrodite Paused, and almost wept ; such a song was that song, Yea, by her name too Called her, saying, *' Turn to me, O my Sappho ! " Yet she turned her face from the Love's, she saw not Tears for laughter darken immortal eye- lids. Heard not about her P'earful fitful wings of the doves de parting. Saw not how the bosom of Aphrodite Shook with weeping, saw not hei shaken raiment, Saw not her hands wrung ; Saw the Lesbians kissing across theii smitten Lutes with lips more sweet than the sound of lute-strings. Mouth to mouth and hand upon hand her chosen, Fairer than all men ; Only saw the beautiful lips and fingers, Full of songs and kisses and little whispers, Full of music ; only beheld among them Soar, as a bird soars Newlyfledged, hervisible song,a marvel, Made of perfect sound and exceeding passion. Sweetly shapen, terrible, full of thun- ders. Clothed with the wind's wings. Then rejoiced she, laughing with love, and scattered Roses, awful roses of holy blossom; Then the Loves thronged sadly with hidden faces Round Aphrodite, Then the Muses, stricken at heart, were silent ; Yea, the gods waxed pale ; such a song was that song. All reluctant, all with a fresh repulsion. Fled from before her. All withdrew long since, and the land was l^arren, Full of fruitless women and music only. Now perchance, when winds are as- suaged at sunset. Lulled nt the dewfall, \\\ the gray sea-side, unassuaged, nn heard of, Unbeloved, unseen in the ebb of tw; light, 490 POEMS AND BALLADS. Ghosts of outcast women return lament- ing. . . u Purged not m Lethe, Clothed about with flame and with tears, and singing Songs that move the heart of the shaken heaven, Songs that break the heart of the earth with pity, Hearing, to hear them. AT ELEUSIS. Men of Eleusis, ye that with long staves Sit in the market-houses, and speak words Made sweet with wisdom as the rare wine is Thickened with honey; and ye sons of these Who in the glad thick streets go up and down For pastime or grave traffic or mere chance ; And all fair women having rings of gold (^n hands or hair; and chiefest over these I name you, daughters of this man the king, Who dipi)ing deep smooth pitchers of pure brass Under the bubbled wells, till each round lip Stooped with loose gurgle of waters in- coming, Found me an old sick woman, lamed and lean, Besio ; a rrrowth of builded olive-boughs Whence in'iUii)lied thick song of thick- plumed throats — Also wet tears filled up my hollow hands Hy reason of my crying into them — And pitied me; for' as cold water ran And washed ''le pitchers full from lip to lip, So washed both eyes full the strong salt of fears. And ye put water to my mouth, made sweet With brown hill-berries: so in time 1 spoke, And gathered my loose knees from under me. Moreover, in the broad, fair halls this month Have 1 found space and bountiful abode To please me. I Demeter speak of this, Who am the mother and the mate of things: For as ill men by drugs or singing words Shut the doors inward of the narrow womb Like a lock bolted with round iron through. Thus I shut up the body and sweet mouth Of all soft pasture and the tender land, So that no seed can enter in by it. Though one sow thickly, nor some grain get out Past the hard clods men cleave and bite with steel To widen the sealed lips of them for use. None of you is there in the peopled street But knows how all the dry-drawn fur rows ache With no green spot made count of in the black; How the wind finds no comfortabk grass. Nor is assuaged with bud nor breath of herbs; And in hot autumn, when ye house the stacks. All fields are helpless in the sun, all trees Stand as a man stripped out of all but skin. Nevertheless, ve sick have help to get Hy means and stablished ordinance of (iod; For God is wiser than a good man is. But never shall new grass be sweet in earth Till I get righted of my wound an J wrong Bv changing counsel (A ill-minded Zeus For of all other gods is none save me POEMS AND BALLADS. 491 Clothed with like power to build and break the year. I make the lesser green begin, when spring Touches not earth but with one fearful foot ; And as a careful gilder with grave art Soberly colors and completes the face, Mouth, chin, and all, of some s'veet work in stone, I carve the shapes of grass and tender corn, And color the ripe edges and long spikes With the red increase and the grace of gold. No tradesman in soft wools is cunninger To kill the secret of the fat white fleece With stains of blue and purple wrought in it. Three moons were made, and three moons burnt away. While I held journey hither out of Crete, Comfortless, tended by grave Hecate, Whom my wound stung with double iron point ; For all my face was like a cloth wrung out With close and weeping wrinkles, and both lids Sodden with salt continuance of tears. For Hades and the sidelong will of Zeus, ■\nd that lame wisdom that has writhen feet, _anning, begotten in the bed of Shame, These three took evil will at me, and made Such counsel, that when time got wing to fly This Hades out of summer and low fields Forced the bright body of Persephone ; Out of pure grass, where she lying down, red flowers Made their sharp little shadows on her sides, Pale heat, pale color on pale maiden flesh, — And chill water slid over her reddening feet. Killing the throbs Jn their soft blood ; and birds, Perched next her elbow, and pecking a. her hair. Stretched their necks more to see her than even to sing. A sharp thing is it I have need to say ; For Hades holding both white wrists of hers Unloosed the girdle, and with knot by knot Pound her between his wheels upon the seat. Pound her pure body, holiest yet and dear To me and God as always, clothed about With blossoms loosened, as her knees went down, I>et fall as she let go of this and this Py tens and twenties tumbled to her feet. White waifs or purple of the pasturage. Therefore with only going up and down My feet were wasted, and the gracious air. To me discomfortable and dun, became As weak smoke blowing in the under- world. And finding in the process of ill days What part had Zeus herein, and how as mate He coped with Hades, yokefellow in sin, I set my lijis against the meat of gods, And drank not, neither ate or slept, in heaven. Nor in the golden greeting of their mouths Did ear take note of me, nor eve at all Track my feet going in the ways of tneni. Like a great fire on some strait slip of land Petween two washing inlets of wet sea That burns the grass up to each lip of beach. And strengthens, waxing in the growth of wind. So burnt my soul in me at heaven and earth, Each way a ruin and a hungry plague, Visible evil ; nor could any night 49^ POEMS AND BALLADS. Put cool between mine eyelids, nor the sun With competence of gold fill out my want. Yea, so my flame burnt up the grass and stones, Cooled the sharp noons, and busied the warm nights In care of this my choice, this child my choice, Triptolemus, the king's selected son : That this fair yearlong body, which Shone to the salt-white edges of thin sea, ! hath grown Distempered all the gracious w^ork, and Strong with strange milk upon the made I mortal lip Sick change, unseasonable increase of days And scant avail of seasons ; for by this The fair gods faint in hollow heaven : there comes No taste of burnings of the twofold fat To leave their palates smooth, nor in their lips Soft rings of smoke, and weak scent wandering ; All cattle waste and rot, and their ill smell Grows alway from the lank, unsavorv flesh That no man slays for offering; the sea And waters moved beneath the heath and corn Preserve the people of fin-twinkling fish. And river-flies feed thick upon the smooth ; Rut all earth over is no man or bird (Except the sweet race of the kingfisher) That lacks not, and is wearied with much loss. Meantime, the purple inward of the house Was softened with all grace of scent and sound In ear and nostril perfecting my praise ; Faint grape-flowers and cloven honey- cake And the just grain with dues of the shed salt Made me content : yet my hand loos- ened not Its gripe upon your harvest all year long- While I, thus womannuifHcd in wan flesh And nerved with half a god, might so increase Outside the bulk and the bare scope of man ; And waxen over large to hold within Base breath of yours, and this impover- ished air, I might exalt him past the flame of stars, The limit and walled reach of the great world. Therefore my breast made common to his mouth Immortal savors, and the taste whereat Twice their hard life strains out the colored veins, And twice its brain confirms the narrow shell. Also at night, unwinding cloth from cloth As who unhusks an almond to the white. And pastures curiously the purer taste, I bared the gracious limbs and the soft feet, Unswaddled the weak hands, and in mid-ash Laid the sweet flesh of either feeble side, More tender for impressure of some touch Than wax to any pen ; and lit around Kire, and made crawl the white, worm- shajjen flame, And leap in little angers spark oy spark At head at once, and feet ; and the faint hair Hissed with rare sprinkles in the closer curl, And like scaled oarage of a keen thin And waste externals of a perished face, fish Preserved the levels of my wrath and ! In sea-water, so in pure fire his feet love ' j Struck out, and the flame bit not in his Patiently ruled ; and with soft offices flesh, POEMS AND BALLADS. 493 But like a kiss it curled his lip, and heat Fluttered his eyelids; so each night I blew The hot ash red to purge him to full god. Ill Is it when fear hungers in the soul For painful food, and chokes thereon, being fed ; And ill slant eyes interpret the straight sun, But in their scope its white is wried to black : By the queen Metaneira mean I this; For with sick wrath upon her lips and heart, Narrowing with fear the spleenful pas- sages, She thought to thread this web's fine ravel out. Nor leave her shuttle split in combing it ; Therefore she stole on us, and with hard sight Peered, and stooped close ; then with pale, open mouth As the fire smote her in the eyes be- tween Cried, and the child's laugh sharply shortening As fire doth under rain, fell off; the flame Writhed once all through and died, and in thick dark Tears fell from mine on the child's weeping eyes. Eyes dispossessed of strong inheritance And mortal fallen anew. Who not the less From bud of beard to pale-gray flower of hair Shall wa.x vine-wise to a lordly vine, whose grapes Bleed the red, heavy blood of swoln soft wine, Subtle with sharp leaves' intricacy, until Full of white years and blossom of hoary days I take him perfected; for whose one sake I am thus gracious to the least who stands Filleted with white wool and girt upon As he whose i)rayer endures upon the lip And falls not waste: wherefore let sac- rifice Burn and run red in all the wider ways. Seeing I have sworn by the pale tem pies' band And poppied hair of gold Persephone Sad-tressed and pleached low down about her brows, And by the sorrow in her lips, ar.d death Her dumb and mournful-mouthed min- ister, My word for you is eased of its harsh weight And doubled with soft promise ; and your king Triptoiemus, this Celeus dead and swathed Purple and pale for golden burial, Shall be your helper in my services, Dividing earth and reaping fruits there- of In fields where wait, well-girt, well- wreathen, all The heavy-handed seasons all year through ; Saving the choice of warm spear-headed grain, And stooping sharp to the slant-sided share All beasts that furrow the remeasured land With their bowed necks of burden equable. AUGUST. There were four apples on the bough. Half gold, half red, that one might know The blood was ripe inside the core; The color of the leaves was more Like stems of yellow corn that grow Through all the gold June meadow's floor. The warm smell of the fruit was good To feed on, and the split green wood, With all its bearded lips and stains Of mosses in the cloven veins. Most pleasant, if one lay or stood In sunshine or in happy rains. 494 POEMS AND BALLADS. There were four apples on the tree, Red stained through gold, that all might see The sun went warm from core to rind ; The green leaves made the summer blind In that soft place they kept for me With golden apples shut behind. The leaves caught gold across the sun, And where the bluest air begun. Thirsted for song to help the heat j As I to feel my lady's feet Draw close before the day were done : Both lips grew dry with dreams of it. In the mute August afternoon They trembled to some undertune Of music in the silver air: Great pleasure was it to be there Till green turned duskier, and the moon Colored the corn-sheaves like gold hair. That August time it was delight To watch the red moons wane to white *Twixt gray seamed stems of apple- trees : A sense of heavy harmonies Grew on the growth of patient night, More sweet than shapen music is. But some three hours before the moon The air, still eager from the noon, Flagged after heat, not whglly dead; Against the stem 1 leant my head; The color soothed me like a tune, Green leaves all round the gold and red. I lay there till the warm smell grew More sharp, when Jlecks of yellow dew Between the round ripe leaves had blurred The rind with stain and wet • T heard A wind that blew and breathed and blew, Too weak to alter its one word. The wet leaves next the gentle fruit Felt smoother, and the brown tree-root Felt the mould warmer: I, too, felt (As water feels the slow gold melt Kight through it when the day burns mute) I'hc peace, of time wherein love dwelt. There were four apples on the tree. Gold stained on reel, that all might see The sweet blood filled them to th€ core: The color of her hair is more Like stems of fair faint gold, that be Mown from the harvest's middle-floor. A CHRISTMAS CAROL.* Three damsels in the queen's chamber, The queen's mouth was most fair : She spake a word of God's mother As the combs went in her hair. Mary that is of might. Bring us to thy Son's sight. They held the gold combs out from her. A span's length off her head : She sang this song of God's mother And of her bearing-bed. Mary most full of grace. Bring us to thy Son's face. When she sat at Joseph's hand. She looked against her side ; And either way from the short silk band Her girdle was all wried. Mary that all good may. Bring us to thy Son's way. Mary had three women for her bed : The twain were maidens clean ; The first of them had white and red, The third had riven green. Mary that is so sweet. Bring us to thy Son's feet. She had three women for her hair : Two were gloved soft and shod ; The third had feet and fingers bare, She was the likcst (rod. Mary that wicldeth land. Bring us to thy Son's hand. She had three women for her ease : The twain were good women ; The first two wcre'the two Maries, The third was Magdalen. Mary that perfect is. Bring us to thy Son's kiss. ' Suggested by a drawing of Mr- D. G Ro$ sctti's POEMS AXD BALLADS. 495 Joseph had three workmen in his stall, To serve him well upon : The first of them were Peter and Paul, The third of them was John. Mary, God's handmaiden, Bring us to thy Son's ken. *' If your child be none other man's, But if it be very mine, The bedstead shall be gold two spans, The bedfoot silver fine." Mary that made God mirth, Bring us to thy Son's birth. •* If the child be some other man's, And if it be none of mine, The manger shall be straw two spans, Betwixen kine and kine." Mary that made sin cease, Bring us to thy Son's peace Christ was born upon this wise : It fell on such a night, Neither with sounds of psalteries, Nor with fire for light. Mary that is God's spouse, Bring us to thy Son's house. The star came out upon the east With a great sound and sweet : Kings gave gold to make him least, And myrrh for him to eat. Mary, of thy sweet mood, Bring us to thy Son's good. He had two handmaids at his head, One handmaid at his feet : The twain of them were fair and red. The third one was right sweet. Mary that is most wise, Bring us to thy Son's'eyes. Amen. THE MASQUE OF QUEEN BER- SABE A MIRACLE-PLAY. King David. Knights mine, all be in hall, I have a council to you all, Because of this thing God lets fall Among us for a sign. that For some days hence as I did eat From kingly dishes my good meat, There flew a bird between my feet As red as any wine. This bird had a long bill of red, And a gold ring above his head; Long time he sat and nothing said. Put softly down his neck, and fed From the gilt patens fine : And as I marvelled at the last. Me shut his two keen eyen fast, And suddenly woxe big and brast Ere one should tell to nine. Privms Miles. Sir, note this that I will say : That Lord who maketh corn with hay. And morrows each of yesterday, He hath you in his hand. Secundiis Miles [Pagajius quidatn). By Satan I hold no such thing ; For if wine swell within a king Whose ears for drink are hot and ring, The same shall dream of wine-bibbing Whilst he can lie or stand. Queen Bersabe. Peace now, lords, for Godis head. Ye chirk as starlings that be fed, And gape as fishes newly dead : The devil put your bones to bed, Lo, this is ail to say. Secundiis Miles. By Mahound, lords. I have good will This devil's bird to wring and spill ; For now meseems our game goes ill. Ye have scant hearts to play. Tertins Miles. Lo, sirs, this word is there said. That Urias the knight is dead Through some ill craft : by Poulis head, I doubt his blood hath made so red This bird that flew from the queen's bed Whereof ye have such fear. King David. Yea, my good knave, and is it said That I can raise men from the dead? By God I think to have his head Who saith words of my lady's bed For any thief to hear. Et percutiat etim in capite. 496 POEMS AND BALLADS. Queen Bersabe. I wis men shall spit at me, And say it were but right for thee That one should hang thee on a tree . lit)! it were a fair thing to see The big stones bruise her false body ; Fie ! who shall see her dead ? King David. I rede you have no fear of this, F'or as ye wot, the first good kiss I had must be the last of his; Now are ye queen of mine, I wis, And lady of a house that is Full rich of meat and bread. PrijHus Miles. I bid you make good cheer to be So fair a queen as all men see. And hold us for your lieges free: By Peter's soul that hath the key. Ye have good hap of it. Secuudus Miles. I would that he were hanged and dead \Vho hath no joy to see your head \\ith gold about it, barred on red : I hold him as a sow of lead That is so scant of wit. Tunc dicat Nathan propheta. O king ! I have a word to thee : The child that is in Bersabe Shall wither without light to see; This word is come of God by me For sin that ye have done. Because herein ye did not right, To take the fair (juc lamb to sn)ite That was of Urias the knight: Ye wist he had but one. I- nil many sheep I wot ye had, And many women, when ye bade To do your will and kcej) you glad; .And a good crown about your head With gold to show thereon. This L'rias had one poor house, With low-barred latoun shot-windows, .And scant of corn to fill a movisc ; And rusty basnets for his brows, To wear them to the bone. \'