A quiet, slow, but most effectual course The lump till all is leaven. Glanville's gone. I say, would have consented to that offer Hollis. Most like, If, say, six subsidies will buy it off, The House ... Rudyard. Will grant them! Hampden, do you hear? Congratulate with me! the King's the king, And gains his point at last-our own assent To that detested tax? All 's over, then! There's no more taking refuge in this room, Protesting, "Let the King do what he will, "We, England, are no party to our shame : "Our day will come!" Congratulate with me! PYM enters. Vane. Pym, Strafford called this Parliament, you say, But we 'll not have our Parliaments like those In Ireland, Pym! Rudyard. Let him stand forth, your friend! One doubtful act hides far too many sins; It can be stretched no more, and, to my mind, Begins to drop from those it covered. Other Voices. Let him avow himself! No fitter time! We wait thus long for you. Rudyard. Good! Perhaps, too long! Since nothing but the madness of the Court, Has saved us from betraying England. Stay- By England: any vote that 's broad enough: Vane. And vote as well No war to be with Scotland! Hear you, Pym? For England! Many Voices. Vote, no war! Stop the new levies! No Bishops' war! At once! When next we meet ! Pym. Much more when next we meet! Friends, which of you Since first the course of Strafford was in doubt, Has fallen the most away in soul from me? Vane. I sat apart, even now under God's eye, Pondering the words that should denounce you, Pym, In presence of us all, as one at league With England's enemy. Pym. You are a good And gallant spirit, Henry. Take my hand Till now! Strafford is wholly ours. Many Voices. Sure? sure? Pym. Most sure: for Charles dissolves the Parliament While I speak here. Strafford is ours. -And I must speak, friends, now! The King detects the change, Casts Strafford off for ever, and resumes No Strafford for the King! Come, all of you, To bid the King farewell, predict success To his Scots' expedition, and receive Strafford, our comrade now. The next will be Indeed a Parliament ! Vane. Forgive me, Pym! Voices. This looks like truth: Strafford can have, indeed No choice. Pym. Friends, follow me! He's with the King. Come, Hampden, and come, Rudyard, and come, Vane This is no sullen day for England, sirs! Strafford shall tell you! Thus, as I left them, all the plans you found So happy-(look! the track you pressed my hand Over these very plans, you tell me, sir, With the same face, too-tell me just one thing That ruins them! How's this? What may this mean? Sir, who has done this? No fear, when some unworthy scheme grows ripe, Falls to his prayers, and leaves the rest to me, And I 'm alone. Charles. At least, you knew as much When first you undertook the war. Strafford. My liege, Was this the way? I said, since Laud would lap The loathsome business, not to be whole months While in the South an English . . . but you look Charles. Strafford. design Is set aside (where is the wretched paper?) Is frightened and, meanwhile, who answers for Is this my plan? Charles. So disrespectful, sir? |