But in Whitehall, the whited sepulchre, Curse nothing to-night! Only one name All love in right of them-supplant them so, -To breast the bloody sea That sweeps before me: with one star for guide. ACT III. SCENE I.-Opposite Westminster Hall. Sir HENRY VANE, Lord SAVILE, Lord HOLLAND and others of the Court. Sir H. Vane. The Commons thrust you out? Savile. From sharing their civility? Sir H. Vane. And what kept you Kept me? Fresh news from Scotland, sir! worse than the last, Holland. Not a word missed. Ere he began, we entered, Savile, I And Bristol and some more, with hope to breed A wholesome awe in the new Parliament. But such a gang of graceless ruffians, Vane, As glared at us ! Vane. Savile. So many? Not a bench 243 Without its complement of burly knaves; Your hopeful son among them: Hampden leant Vane. I'd think On Lenthal's speech, if I could get at it. I've a vague memory of a sort of sound, A voice, a kind of vast unnatural voice- Pym, sir, was speaking! Savile, help me out : Savile. How should I get used to Pym More than yourselves? Holland. However that be, 'T was something with which we had nought to do, For we were "strangers" and 't was "England's work" (All this while looking us straight in the face) In other words, our presence might be spared. So, in the twinkling of an eye, before I settled to my mind what ugly brute Was likest Pym just then, they yelled us out, Prithee, Vane, a truce To Eliot and his times, and the great Duke, And how to manage Parliaments! 'T was you Vane. Say rather, you have done the best of turns Savile. Was it I altered Strafford's plans? did I A Messenger enters. Messenger. The Queen, my lords-she sends me: follow me At once; 't is very urgent! she requires Your counsel: something perilous and strange Occasions her command. Savile. We follow, friend! Now, Vane ;-your Parliament will plague us all! Vane. No Strafford here beside! I had a hand in his betrayal, sir If you dare hint Holland. Nay, find a fitter time for quarrels-Pym Will overmatch the best of you; and, think, The Queen! Vane. Come on, then: understand, I loathe Strafford as much as any-but his use! To keep off Pym, to screen a friend or two, |