Wentworth has dropped the hand, is gone his way On other service: what if she arise? No! the King beckons, and beside him stands. The same bad man once more, with the same smile And the same gesture. Now shall England crouch, Or catch at us and rise? Voices. Haman! Hamp. Ahithophel! The Renegade ! Gentlemen of the North, It was not thus the night your claims were urged, And we pronounced the League and Covenant, The cause of Scotland, England's cause as well! Vane, there, sat motionless the whole night through. Vane. Hampden! Fien. Lou. Stay, Vane! Be just and patient, Vane! Vane. Mind how you counsel patience, Loudon ! you Have still a Parliament, and this your League To back it; you are free in Scotland still: But know you wherefore Wentworth comes? to quench This last of hopes? that he brings war with him? He would see Pym first; there were many more Strong on the people's side and friends of his, Eliot that's dead, Rudyard and Hampden here, But for these Wentworth cared not; only, Pym He would see Pym and he were sworn, 'tis said, To live and die together; so, they met At Greenwich. Wentworth, you are sure, was long, Lost nothing on his lips; he'd have Pym own Than follow in his track; they two combined Might put down England. Well, Pym heard him out; One glance - you know Pym's eye-one word was all: "You leave us, Wentworth! while your head is on, I'll not leave you." ACT V SCENE. The Tower. Pym, with Hampden and Vane, confronts Strafford, who is on the point of escape. Pym. Have I done well? Speak, England! Whose sole sake I still have laboured for, with disregard To my own heart, for whom my youth was made Her sacrifice - this friend, this Wentworth here- Which waits for him. And saying this, I feel Still, I have done my best, my human best, And this said, if I say yes, I will say More Jonathan! Even thus, I love him now: friend - my youth's Purged from all error, gloriously renewed, As well die now! Youth is the only time To think and to decide on a great course: The time past, the strength gone! As well die now. Dies, smothered up. Poor gray old little Laud May dream his dream out of a perfect Church, In some blind corner. And there's no one left. I trust the King now wholly to you, Pym! And yet, I know not: I shall not be there: Friends fail if he have any. And he's weak, And loves the Queen, and-O, my fate is nothingNothing! But not that awful head 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, exact I am thine own! Dost thou 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 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 (Chorus) — Marching along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song. |