STRAFFORD. 1837 ACT I. SCENE I.—A House near Whitehall. HAMPDEN, HOLLIS, the younger VANE, RUDYARD, FIENNES and many of the Presbyterian Party: LOUDON and other Scots Commissioners. Vane. I say, if he be here Rudyard. (And he is here!) Hollis. For England's sake let every man be still Nor speak of him, so much as say his name, Till Pym rejoin us! Rudyard! Henry Vane ! One rash conclusion may decide our course And with it England's fate-think-England's fate ! Hampden, for England's sake they should be still! Vane. You say so, Hollis? Well, I must be still I is indeed too bitter that one man, Any one man's mere presence, should suspend England's combined endeavour little need To name him! Rudyard. For you are his brother, Hollis ! Hampden. Shame on you, Rudyard! time to tell him that, When he forgets the Mother of us all. Rudyard. Do I forget her? Hampden. You talk idle hate Against her foe: is that so strange a thing? Is hating Wentworth all the help she needs? A Puritan. The Philistine strode, cursing as he went : But David-five smooth pebbles from the brook Within his scrip . Rudyard. Be you as still as David ! Fiennes. Here's Rudyard not ashamed to wag a tongue Stiff with ten years' disuse of Parliaments; Why, when the last sat, Wentworth sat with us! Rudyard. Let's hope for news of them now he returns He that was safe in Ireland, as we thought! -But I'll bide Pym's coming. Vane. Then may be cool who can, Some have a gift that way! Now, by Heaven silent who will— Wentworth is here, Here, and the King 's safe closeted with him Ere this. And when I think on all that 's past Since that man left us, how his single arm Rolled the advancing good of England back Exalting Dagon where the Ark should be,- Her dismal trade, the use of all her tools, To ply the scourge yet screw the gag so close -If he dies under it, what harm? if not, Hampden. For that you should be still. Vane. Oh Hampden, then and now! The year he left us, The People in full Parliament could wrest ست The Bill of Rights from the reluctant King; And now, he 'll find in an obscure small room That do I, If Wentworth comes to rule her. I am sick Vane. And, Rudyard, I'll say this- From England... Many Voices. Go on, Vane! 'T is well said, Vane ! Vane. Who has not so forgotten Runnymead!Voices. 'T is well and bravely spoken, Vane! Go on! Vane. There are some little signs of late she knows No! the King beckons, and beside him stands Voices. Haman! Ahithophel ! The Renegade! Gentlemen of the North, It was not thus the night your claims were urged, Fiennes. Loudon. 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 : While we are brothers, hope 's for England yet. But know you wherefore Wentworth comes? to quench |