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" And now it may be, fearing the success
And therefore on with careful heart he goes; Of his attempts, or with remorse of mind,
Complains, (but to himself) sighs, grieves, and frets; Or else distrusting secret practices,
At Rutland dines, though feeds but on his woes:
For sorrow, shame, and fear, scorn of his foes;
Musters confused passions all in one.
To Flint from thence, unto a restless bed,
Poorly provided, poorly followed ;
Uncourted, unrespected, unobey'd :
Millions of figures fantasy presents
Unto that sorrow, wakeu'd grief augments.
Say 'twas not so:— false dreams the truth deny. Nor spot bis blood with such a foul offence
Wherewith he starts ; feels waking cares do creep
Upon his soul, and gives his dream the lie;
So hard believ'd was sorrow in her youth; (truth.
That he tbinks truth was dreams, and dreams were “ And therefore, as I think, you safely may
The morning-right presents unto his view
(Walking upon a turret of the place)
The truth of what he sees is prov'd too true,
A hundred thousand men before his face
Came marching on the shore, which thither drew.
And more to aggravate his great disgrace,
Those he had wrong'd, or done to them despite,
(As if they him upbraid) came first in sight.
There might he see that false, forsworn, vile crew,
Those shameless agents of unlawful lust;
His panders, parasites, (people untrne
Preaching unto that fortune that was vew,
And with unblushing faces foremost thrust;
As those that still with prosp'rous fortune sort,
And are as born for court, or made in court.
New Adulation was to be at hand;
He saw the great obey, the grave consent,
But, which was worst, his own part acted there
Not by himself; his pow'r not his appear.
Which whilst he view'd, the duke he might perceive
Make twards the castle to an interview:
Wherefore he did his contemplation leave,
And down into some fitter place withdrew;
Where now he must admit, without his leave,
Him, who before with all submission due,
Would have been glad t'attend, and to prepare
The grace of audience with respective care.
When as the king approach'd, put off his hood, 10 Lex amnestiz.
And welcom’d him; though wish'd him little good.
To whom the duke began : “ My lord, I know, Sick of delay, and longing to behold
Her long-miss'd love in fearful jeopardies :
To whom although it had in sort been told And seek the right which I am born unto.
Of their proceeding, and of his surprise ; Yet pardon, I beseech yon, and allow
Yet thinking they would never be so bold, Of that constraint which drives me thus to do. To lead their lord in any shameful wise; For since I could not by a fairer course
But rather would conduct him as their king, Attain mine own, I must use this of force." As seeking but the state's re-ordering. “ Well; so it seems, dear cousin,” said the king: And forth she lookes, and notes the foremost traio; “ Though you might have procur'd it otherwise: And grieves to view some there she wisb'd not there And I am here content in ev'ry thing
Seeing the chief not come, stays, looks again; To right you, as yourself shall best devise. And yet she sees not bim that should appear. And God vouchsafe, the force that here you bring Then back she stands; and then desires, as fain Beget not England greater injuries."
Again to look, to see if he were near. And so they part.—The duke made haste from At length a glittring troop far off she spies; It was no place to end this difference. [thence; | Perceives the throng, and hears the shouts and cries Straight towards London, in this heat of pride, “ Lo yonder! now at length he comes," saith she: They forward set, as they had fore-decreed ; “ Look, my good women, where he is in sight. With whom the captive king, constrain'd, must ride, Do you not see him ? yonder; that is be! Most meanly mounted on a simple steed:
Mounted on that white courser, all in white; Degraded of all grace and ease beside,
There where the thronging troops of people be. Thereby neglect of all respect to breed.
I know him by his seat: he sits upright. For th' over-spreading pomp of prouder might Lo, now he bows! dearlord, with what sweet grare! Must darken weakness, and debase his sight. How long have I long'd to behold that face! Approaching near the city, he was met
“ (what delight my heart takes by mine eye! With all the sumptuous shows joy could (levise; I doubt me when he comes but something near, Where new desire to please did not forget
I shall set wide the window—what care I To pass the usual pomp of former guise.
Who doth see me, so him I may see clear ?" Striving Applause, as out of prison let,
Thus doth false joy delude her wrongfully Runs on, beyond all bounds, to novelties;
(Sweet lady) in the thing she held so dear:
To brare thy loril api king art made so great ?
“ Ah! have they grac'd a perjur'd rebel so? Admiring what he thought could never be,
Well! for their errour I will weep them out. Did feel bis blood within salute his state,
And hate the tongue desil'd, that prais'd my frie; And lift up his rejoicing soul, to see
And loath the mind, that gave me not to doubt. So many hands and hearts congratulate
What! have I added shame unto my woe? Th' advancement of his long-desir'd degree; I 'll look no more— Ladies, look you about ; When, prodigal of thanks, in passing by,
And tell me if my lord be in this train ; He re-salates them all with cheerful eye.
Lest my betraying eyes should err again."
And in this passion turns berself away.
Demands again : “And what; not yet in sight?
Then to the window goes again at last,
And sees not him her soul desir'd to see:
At last her love-quick eyes, which ready be, Other than smiling joys, and joyful sights: Fastens on one; whom though she never took Born great, match'd great, liv'd great, and ever been could be her lord ; yet that sad cheer which he Partaker of the world's best benefits)
Then show'd, his babit and his woful look, Had plac'd her self, hearing her lord should pass The grace he doth in base attire retain, That way, where she unseen in secret was;
Caus'd her she could not from his sight refrain
“ What might he be,” she said, “ that thus alone " What! dost thou thus return again to me? Rides pensive in this universal joy?
Are these the triumphs for thy victories?
Is this the glory thou dost bring with thee,
And bave I made so many vows to see
Is this the look'd-for comfort thou dost bring; Must pity him, that pities our sad plight.
To come a captive, that went'st out a king?
“ And yet, dear lord, though thy ungrateful land, “ But stay: is 't not my lord himself I see? In truth, if 't were not for his base array,
Hath left thee thus; yet I will take thy part. I verily should think that it were he:
I do remain the same, under thy hand; And yet his baseness doth a grace bewray.
Thou still dost rule the kingdom of my heart: Yet God forbid-let me deceived be:
If all be lost, that government doth stand; And be it not my lord, although it may:
And that shall never from thy rule depart.
And so thou be, I care not how thou be :
Let greatness go, so it go without thee.
“ And welcome come, howso unfortunate; “ Let me not see him but himself, a king :
I will applaud what others do despise. For so he left me—so he did remove.
I love thee for thysclf, not for thy state : This is not he—this feels some other thing;
More than thyself is what without thee lies; A passion of dislike, or else of love.
Let that more go, if it be in thy fate; O yes, 't is he!—That princely face doth bring
And having but thyself, it will suffice. The evidence of majesty to prove:
I married was not to thy crown, but thee; That face I have conferr'd which now I see, And thou, without a crown, all one to me. With that within my heart, and they agree.”
“ But what do I here lurking idly nioan, Thus as she stood assur'd, and yet in doubt ; And wail apart; and in a single part Wishing to see, what seen she griev'd to see;
Make several grief? which should be both in one; Having belief, yet fain would be without ;
The touch being equal of each other's heart. Knowing, yet striving not to know 't was he: Ah ! no, sweet lord, thou must not moan alone; Her heart relenting ; yet her heart so stout, For without me thou art not all thou art; As would not yield to think what was, could be ; Nor my tears without thine are fully tears, Till quite condemn’d by open proof of sight,
For thus unjoin'd, sorrow but half appears. She must confess, or else deny the light.
“ Join then our plaints, and make our grieffull grief; For whether love in him did sympathize,
Our state being one, let us not part our care: Or chance so wrought to manifest her doubt; Sorrow hath only this poor bare relief, Ev'n just before where she thus secret pries, To be bemoan'd of such as woful are. He stays, and with clear face looks all about. And should I rob thy grief, and be the thief, When she—"'T is, O! too true I know his eyes : To steal a private part, and sev'ral share; Alas! it is my own dear lord"-cries out: Defrauding sorrow of her perfect due? And with that cry sinks down upon the floor ; No, no, my lord; I come to help thee rue." Abundant grief lack'd words to utter more.
Then forth she goes a close concealed way, Sorrow keeps full possession in her heart;
(As grieving to be seen vot as she was) Locks it within; stops up the way of breath;
Labours t’ attain his presence all she may; Shuts senses out of door from ev'ry part;
Which, with most hard ado was brought to pass. And so long holds there, as it hazardeth
For that night understanding where he lay, Oppressed nature, and is forc'd to part,
With earnest 'treating she procur'd her pass, Or else must be constrain'd to stay with death:
To come to him. Rigour could not deny So by a sigh it lets in sense again,
Those tears, (so poor a suit) or put-ber by. And sense at length gives words leave to explain.
Entring the chamber, where he was alone, Then like a torrent bad been stopt before,
(As one whose former fortune was bis shame) Tears, sigbs, and words, doubled together flow; Loathing th' upbraiding eye of any one Confus'dly striving whether should do more, That knew him once, and knows him not the same: The true intelligence of grief to show.
When having given express command that none Sighs hinder'd words; words perish'd in their store; Should press to him ; yet hearing some that came, Both, intermix'd in one, together grow.
Turns angrily about his grieved eyes;
Straight clears his brow, and with a borrow'd smile;
while : This order with her sorrow she accords;
And then—"Sweet lady!” and again he stays. Which orderless, all form of order brake;
Th' excess of joy and sorrow both affords So then began her words, and thus she spake : Affliction none, or but poor riggard words.
She that was come with a resolved heart,
Look how the day-bater, Minerva's bird", And with a mouth full stor’d, with words well chose ; | Whilst privileg'd with darkness and the night, Thinking, “this comfort will I first impart Doth live secure thimself, of others fear'd: Unto my lord, and thus my speech dispose : If but by chance discover'd in the light, Then thus I 'll say; thus look ; and with this art, How doth each little fowl (with envy stirr'd) Hide mine own sorrow, to relieve his woes." Call him to justice, urge him with despite ; When being come, all this prov'd nought but wind; Summon the feather'd flocks of all the wood, Tears, looks, and sighs, do only tell her mind. To come to scorn the tyrant of their blood ? Thus both stood silent, and confused so,
So fares this king, laid open to disgrace, Their eyes relating how their hearts did mourn: Whilst ev'ry mouth (full of reproach) inveighs, Both big with sorrow, and both great with woe, And ev'ry base detractor, in this case, In labour with what was not to be born;
Cpon th' advantage of misfortune plays: This mighty barthen wherewithal they go, Down-falling greatness, urged on apace, Dies undeliver'd, perishes unborn.
Was follow'd hard by all disgraceful ways, Sorrow makes silence her best orator,
Now in th' point t'accelerate an end, Where words may make it less, not show it more. Whilst misery had no means to defend. But he, whom longer time had learn'd the art Upon those articles in parliament, T'endure affliction, as a usual touch,
So heinous made, enforc'd, and urg'd so hard, Strains forth bis words, and throws dismay apart, He was adjudg'd unfit for government, To raise up her, whose passions now were such And of all regal pow'r and rule debarrd: As quite oppress’d her over-charged heart, For who durst contradict the duke's intent? (Too small a vessel to contain so much ;)
Or if they durst, should patiently be heard ? And cheers, and moans, and feigned hopes doth Desire of change, old wrongs, new bopes, fresh fear, As if himself believ'd, or hop'd the saine. [frame, Being far the major part, the cause must bear. And now the while these princes sorrowerl,
Yet must we think, that some which saw the course, Forward Ambition (coine so near her end)
(The better few, whom passion made not blind) Slecps not, nor slips th' occasion offered,
Stood careful lookers on, with sad commorse, T accomplish what it did before intend.
Amaz'd to see what headlong rage design'd; A parliament is forthwith summoned
And in a more considerate discourse In Richard's name; whereby they might pretend Of tragical events, thereof divin'd; A form to grace disorder, and a show
And would excuse and pity those defects, Of holy right, the right to overthrow.
Which with such hate the adverse part objects: Order, how much predominant art thou !
Saying, “ Better years might work a better care; That if but only thou pretended art,
And time might well have cur'd what was amiss; How soon deceiv'd mortality doth bow,
Since all these faults fatal to greatness are, To follow thine, as still the better part?
And worse deserts have not been punish'd thus. 'T is thought that rev'rent Form will not allow But yet in this, the Heavens (we fear) prepare Iniquity, or sacred right pervert.
Confusion for our sins, as well as his;
Thus murmur'd they : when to the king were sent Sought to establish a deformed right;
Certain, who might persuade him to forsake Wbo might as well effected it by force,
Ind leave his crown, and with his free consent But that men hold it wrong what 's wrought by A voluntary resignation make; Offences urg'd in public, are made worse: (might. Since that he could no other way prevent The show of justice aggravates despite.
These dangers, which he else must needs partate The multitude that look not to the cause, For not to yield to what fear would constrain, Rest satisfy'd so it seem done by laws.”
Would bar the hope of life that did remain. And now they divers articles object,
And yet this scarce could work bim to consent Of rigour, malice, private favourings,
To yield up that so soon, men hold so dear : Exaction, riot, falsehood, and neglect;
Why, let bim take,” said he, “ the government, Crines done, but seldom answered by kings; And let me yet the name, the title bear. Which subjects do lament, but not correct.
Leave me that show, and I will be content; And all these faults which Lancaster now brings And let them rule and govern without fear. Against a king, must be his own, when he
What! can they not my shadow now endure; By urging others' sins, a king shall be.
When they, of all the rest, do stand secure ? For all that was most odious was devis'd,
“ Let me hold that, I ask no other good : And publish'd in these articles abroad :
Nay, that I will hold-Henry, do thy worst. All therrours of his youth were here compris'd, For ere I yield my crown, I'll lost my bloud; Calamity with obloquy to load,
That blood, that shall make thee and thine accurs." And more to make him publicly despis’d,
Thus resolute awhile he firmly stood;
11 The owl is said to be Minerva's bird.
Vanquish'd th' innated valour of his mind; “ Since when the greatness of his charge exceeds
The same on others—whence," says he, "proceeds
Whence no man any more the public heeds,
Than so much as imports his private state.
Our health is from our head: if that be ill,
Distemper'd, faint, and weak, all the rest will."
Then to the present all his speech he draws,
And shows “ what admirable parts abound
In this brave prince; being fit to give them laws;
Fit for his valour ; fit for judgment sound.”
Had had as lawful and as sure a ground,
As had thy virtues and thy noble heart,
Then had not that confus'd succeeding age
Our fields ingrain'd with blood, our rivers dy'd And there unto th' assembly of these states,
With purple-streaming wounds of our own rage, His sorrow for their long-endured wrong
Nor seen our princes slaughter'd, peers destroy'd. Through his abus'd authority, relates,
Then had'st not thou, dear country, corn'd to wage
War with thyself, nor those afflictions try'd
Of all-consuming discord here so long;
HISTORY OF THE CIVIL WAR.
Both Heav'n and Earth, and God, and saints on ti To testify his act; and doth profess [high, To do the same with most free willingness.
Henry the Fourth the crown established.
King Richard unto Pomfret castle sent,
Is by a cruel knight there murtbered,
After the lords had had their punishment.
His corps from hence to London is convey'd;
And there, for all to view, is open laid.
Now risen is that bead, by which did spring os • And thereupor doth Lancaster proceed,
The birth of two strong heads, two crowns, two To make his claim unto the monarchy;
rights; And shows the right he hath, both by descent,
That monstrous shape, that afterward did bring And by recov'ry, to the government.
Deformd confusion to distracted wights.
Now is attain'd that dearly purchas'd thing,
That fill'd the world with lamentable sigbts;
And now attain'd, all care is how to frame
Means to establish, and to hold the same. da 13
“ How well they made their choice of such a lord;
First, he attends to build a strong conceit
Of his usurped pow'r in peoples' minds,
Apd arms his cause with furniture of weight;
Succession, conquest, and election straight
Hath force to make all (that they will have) right.