[_1st Cut._] [_3rd Grooves._]
_An Apartment in Hampton Court. The LADY ELIZABETH
reading. In an inner chamber are ARTHUR and FLORENCE.
Practicable door 2nd E.R._
[_ARTHUR is heard singing to a lute in the adjoining chamber._]
SONG
When thy lover, dear, is nigh thee,
Look not on the world around,
In his eyes be thy blue vision,
In his eyes thy vision bound--
For thou'lt find all Heaven, I swear,
By thy gaze reflected there!
In thy ripe lips is his summer,
Autumn in thy braided hair;
Jealous is he of spring's snow-drops
Stolen from thy neck's warm care;
But the winter of his mind
Is when thou, love, art unkind:
In thee rounded, thus, his year,
Joy, doubt, sweet content, and fear.
_Eliz._ [_Throwing down the book._] The black print
seems all red--I cannot read!
[_Points to the inner room._]
Mine eyes burn so--And they are happy there
Together--'twas my work--and now I wish
That seas convuls'd by tempests were between them;
And an eternal veil of blackness girded
The one from the other--each in separate light,
But still apart! apart! O horror, why
Doth their communion cast such hopeless gloom
Upon me, more than all a father's guilt,
A sovereign's woe?--O daughter of a traitor!
Traitoress! Thou lovest him thy friend doth love,
And--he loves her! ay, that is it, he loves her.
[_Laughs hysterically._]
I am a wedded wife. There is no stain
Of guilty wish. I ne'er thought to be his:
No! no! False wretch, thou dost this moment. Hold,
'Tis past!
Oh! would that I were far remov'd,
Not seeing, hearing, knowing all their lore,
Not feeling their young blest affection jar
Through every fibre--thus!
This is the day
The king's fate is decided--If he die
Arthur will hate us, hate my father, me,
The regicide's pale daughter--thus to think
Of the king's life! that was my only prayer
Before; and now it fades on my cold lips,
And startles me to hear it! [_MUSIC is heard within._]
O my heart!
It seems as though a thousand daggers' points
Would not suffice to stab it, so it might
Feel some release-- [_Falls on her knees._]
My God! forsake me not!
_As the music ends, enter the LADY CROMWELL; she
approaches her daughter, and, bending over her,
lifts her up._
_Lady Crom._ What is it, child?--I have now heard from Fairfax:
He saith it will not be--Thy father is
But stern unto the last--
He'll pray to God
And God will aid him--
_Eliz._ But _His_ judgments, mother!
Are awful. Did not Christ condemn the mind
That is polluted with a guilty thought,
As if 'twere done?
_Lady Crom._ This weary thought of hers
About the king hath turn'd her brain.
Dear daughter,
Rouse thee, he will not die!
_Enter a Messenger, others of the family, the LADY
FAIRFAX in deep mourning._
_Lady Fairf._ The king is sentenced.
Death! [_Bell tolls._]
_ELIZABETH, raising herself, falls back into her
Mother's arms with a sudden scream. They
carry her back._
_Enter ARTHUR and FLORENCE._
_Arth._ Then, madam, let us part--'tis better.
_Flor._ Yes,
I think so, sir.
_Arth._ I cannot brook this treatment--
_Flor._ I do not wish you--
_Arth._ Heartless!
_Flor._ Certainly,
A heart is troublesome; it oft makes fools
Of those that own it--
I should hate a man
Made me ridiculous.
_Arth._ Farewell!
_Flor._ Farewell!
[_FLORENCE runs to the LADY ELIZABETH._]
_Arth._ [_Joining the group._] What is the matter?
_One of the Domestics._ Sir, the king is sentenc'd
To death; it is too much for her--
_Arth._ Alas!
Is it even so?--
_Flor._ [_To Arthur._] Arthur! here, lend your aid
To bear her hence--Elizabeth! 'Tis Florence--
[_He attempts to raise her._]
_Eliz._ I tell you I can stand--
His arm? [_Aside._]
Away! [_Aloud._]
Sir, do not touch me, you ill-treat my friend!
_Flor._ To think she heard, my folly--
Sir, I fancy [_To Arthur._]
She will be better, if you are not here--
[_He bows and is about to retire._]
_Enter CROMWELL and PEARSON followed by two or
three officers._
_Crom._ Where be ye all?--
[_To an Officer._] These to your Colonel Pride--
[_Exit officer, L._]
And thou to Rich; tell him to watch and fast,
[_To another._]
For I have need of him--[_Exit officer, L._]
What coil is this?--[_To his Family._]
My daughter ill! send a physician, quick:
Pearson, look to it--
I am ill myself.
'Twas a sore trial, ye have heard of it--
The man must die--
_Eliz._ No! father, as you hope
For mercy, no!
_Crom._ Peace, simpleton. It was
The voice of all this people.
_Arth._ General, hear me:
Thou hadst the power to save--
_Crom._ Ay! Master Walton,
Thou thinkest so?--
_Arth._ I do!--
_Crom._ And dar'st to speak it?
_Arth._ Dare! General Cromwell! [_Takes off his sword._]
Here, look, is my sword,
I'll never more bear arms with thee or thine.
_Crom._ I do protest thou wilt not--
Take his sword; [_To an Officer._]
I did not think to find this kite so tame.
Good, honest Master Walton, tell me now
What news from Langley, virtuous Master Walton?
Nay, never look with that blank wonderment,
Friend Arthur Walton--
[_ARTH. attempts to speak._] Tush, sir, not a word--
As the Lord liveth, thou shalt die the death--
Take him away. I hate his open brow
More than a dozen dark-fac'd royalists
In arms against us.
_Arth._ What doth this mean?--
Frenzy
Hath surely seized him--
_Crom._ No! the sense
To know thee, hypocrite!
_Flor._ O Arthur! Arthur!
What has he done? [_Rushes to his arms._]
Forgive me, dearest Arthur!
Sir, he's not guilty-- [_To Cromwell._]
_Crom._ Silence, woman! Take him
Away!
_Eliz._ My veins thrill! Parted?--No! No! No!
Perish the mean thought--
Let me aid them, though
I die; then o'er my quiet grave, my thought
Doth sculpture them in prayer--
[_To Cromwell._] He is innocent,
My father! Let him go--Do you not see
They love each other?--
_Crom._ Art thou not ashamed?
Thou wanton girl!
_Arth._ My Florence! I am happy
Since thou dost love me. I know nought of that
With which he charges me--
_Flor._ I know thou dost not:
Thou shalt not die!
O man of blood, beware! [_To Cromwell._]
If thou'rt deceived, repentance comes too late.
Is that a traitor's look! Thou canst not quell it
Back'd by an army.
Thou hast bitter moments
E'en now. The king--
_Crom._ I'll hear no more--remove him. [_A pause._]
Yet I will give three days, if in that time
Ye prove him innocent, 'tis well--If not,
He dies the death!
[_ARTHUR is seized; ELIZABETH clings to her
Father, who looks on her with an expression
of anger, which gradually softens into
affection. Exeunt, on the one side, ARTHUR, L. with
his Guards, on the other, CROMWELL, with his
Family, &c., R._]
_Enter WILLIAM and HOST, U.E.R._
_Will._ Come on, I tell thee they are all gone. Have
I not liberty here?
_Host._ Hem! Did'st thou notice how that young imp
of a page flouted thee, when thou did'st civilly inquire
the hour of the day? Thou wert welcome as a wet
Sunday to his new feather. I doubt whether I
myself will continue to know thee.
_Will._ Is there no way to save him? If now it
were the marriage of his heart something might
occur; but I never yet heard of an accident on the
road to a gallows.
_Host._ Cheer up! cheer up! we must all die, young
and old. I have had my trials. In these wars I have
known very estimable men die that owed me money.
There is your true trial now.
_Will._ If he had been slain on the right side, and
died comely with a love-lock as a gentleman should.
But to perish by the false canting rebel that he served.
He a traitor! My master! The innocentest youth
alive. Why even I, that have some claim, could not
find it in my heart to cheat him. It would have been
an insult to my understanding to impose upon him that
had no suspicions, and would leave out his doublet
in the morning to be cleaned unemptied, when he had
won uncounted pieces of gold at night--Alas! Alas!
_Host._ Come along, thou mayest as well drink; for
weeping will not mend thee. Besides, I have something
to tell thee about him and his brother Basil, and
one Wyckoff, that hath left his score unpaid; but I
cannot remember it just now.
[_He takes him by the arm and leads him out, L._]
_Enter BASIL, WALTON, and FLORENCE, R._
_Basil._ He is my half-brother, it is true; but shall
he betray the true cause for that? Shall our
consanguinity make me so weak?
_Flor._ Oh, Basil! you have said that you can save him--
Save him that lov'd you well, that gave you all
That was his own--
_Bas._ May curses light on him!
Why should his sneaking face thus cross my love?
_Flor._ In Heaven alone I put my trust to save him;
Profane my sight no longer, sir. Away!
_Bas._ You are right--Let him die--Tis I am wrong
To save a traitor thus, a damned traitor--
_Flor._ Blasphemer, silence!
_Bas._ Oh, a traitor's death!
'Tis none so envious--but as I'm his brother,
I thought to save our name from this foul blot.
_Flor._ Oh, agony!
_Bas._ 'Tis true his life
Is nothing, and 'tis forfeit--but his name
Dishonour'd, tainted--
_Flor._ Hold, hold! Let me think.
Have mercy! No?
[_Aside._] Then let me die for him,
For thus I could not live. [_Aloud._] I will be yours,
But not yet--
_Bas._ O, I'll give a month. I am
A courteous wooer--then, perchance your love
May date, ere we are married--'Tis well so--
[_Attempts to take her by the hand._]
_Flor._ I pray you, leave me now--
_Bas._ You swear then--
_Flor._ Yes!
_Bas._ By all that's holy?
_Flor._ Sir! it is enough,
I have said that if you claim me in a month,
I will be yours, if living--go! now, go!
_Bas._ Remember that his life alone I promise--
_Flor._ His life, his life! O God! Quick, save his life--
[_He takes her hand, which he kisses; she withdraws
it with an expression of pain. Exeunt, FLORENCE, L.,
BASIL, R._]