As well die now! Youth is the only time The time past, the strength gone! As well die now. Best die. Then if there's any fault, fault too not that! Pym. If England shall declare such will to me Straf. No, not for England now, not for Heaven See, Pym, for my sake, mine who kneel to you! Pym. England, I am thine own! Dost thou exact That service? I obey thee to the end. Straf. O God, I shall die first- I shall die first! CAVALIER TUNES ROBERT BROWNING THE death of Strafford did not appease the reformers, nor yet the king's reluctant surrender of important powers and privileges. Pym and his fellows suspected, and with good reason, the sincerity of the royal promises, while Charles's friends believed that the Parliamentarians were meditating revolution. Both factions prepared for the inevitable struggle. The king's standard was set up at Nottingham Castle (August, 1642), and many lords and gentlemen gathered there to his support. The country districts of the north and west were usually loyal. Parliament was intrenched in London, and could count on aid from the towns of the east and south. For four years the land was devastated by the contending armies. I MARCHING ALONG Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop, God for King Charles! Pym and such carles To the Devil that prompts 'em their treasonous parles! Cavaliers, up! Lips from the cup, Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor sup Till you're (Chorus) - Marching along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song. Hampden to hell, and his obsequies' knell. Kentish and loyalists, keep we not here, (Chorus)- Marching along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song? Then, God for King Charles! Pym and his snarls II GIVE A ROUSE King Charles, and who'll do him right now? Who gave me the goods that went since? (Chorus)- King Charles, and who'll do him right now? King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now? III BOOT AND SADDLE Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay, (Chorus)-Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!" Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay, TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON RICHARD LOVELACE RICHARD LOVELACE was a poet and a great favorite at the court of Charles I. As the differences between the king and the Parliament grew more serious, Lovelace threw himself heart and soul into his royal master's cause. In April, 1642, he undertook to present to the House of Commons a petition in the king's behalf from the county of Kent. The document was received with contempt, burned by the common hangman, and Lovelace was thrown into the Gatehouse prison. No sooner was he free than this ardent champion of royalty joined the Cavalier army. He fought through the war and died (1658) in abject poverty, his whole fortune being spent in useless attempts to serve his sovereign. When Love with unconfinèd wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings. To whisper at the grates; Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round Our careless heads with roses crown'd, Know no such liberty. When, (like committed linnets), I With shriller throat shall sing When I shall voice aloud how good |