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Alfred, Lord Tennyson - Delphi Poets Series

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by Lord Tennyson Alfred


  MARY.

  Ah, heaven!

  POLE.

  Unwell, your Grace?

  MARY.

  No, cousin, happy —

  Happy to see you; never yet so happy

  Since I was crown’d.

  POLE.

  Sweet cousin, you forget

  That long low minster where you gave your hand

  To this great Catholic King.

  PHILIP.

  Well said, Lord Legate.

  MARY.

  Nay, not well said; I thought of you, my liege,

  Ev’n as I spoke.

  PHILIP.

  Ay, Madam; my Lord Paget

  Waits to present our Council to the Legate.

  Sit down here, all; Madam, between us you.

  POLE.

  Lo, now you are enclosed with boards of cedar,

  Our little sister of the Song of Songs!

  You are doubly fenced and shielded sitting here

  Between the two most high-set thrones on earth,

  The Emperor’s highness happily symboll’d by

  The King your husband, the Pope’s Holiness

  By mine own self.

  MARY.

  True, cousin, I am happy.

  When will you that we summon both our houses

  To take this absolution from your lips,

  And be regather’d to the Papal fold?

  POLE.

  In Britain’s calendar the brightest day

  Beheld our rough forefathers break their Gods,

  And clasp the faith in Christ; but after that

  Might not St. Andrew’s be her happiest day?

  MARY.

  Then these shall meet upon St. Andrew’s day.

  Enter PAGET, who presents the Council. Dumb show.

  POLE.

  I am an old man wearied with my journey,

  Ev’n with my joy. Permit me to withdraw.

  To Lambeth?

  PHILIP.

  Ay, Lambeth has ousted Cranmer.

  It was not meet the heretic swine should live

  In Lambeth.

  MARY.

  There or anywhere, or at all.

  PHILIP.

  We have had it swept and garnish’d after him.

  POLE.

  Not for the seven devils to enter in?

  PHILIP.

  No, for we trust they parted in the swine.

  POLE.

  True, and I am the Angel of the Pope.

  Farewell, your Graces.

  PHILIP.

  Nay, not here — to me;

  I will go with you to the waterside.

  POLE.

  Not be my Charon to the counter side?

  PHILIP.

  No, my Lord Legate, the Lord Chancellor goes.

  POLE.

  And unto no dead world; but Lambeth palace,

  Henceforth a centre of the living faith.

  [Exeunt Philip, Pole, Paget, etc.

  Manet MARY.

  MARY.

  He hath awaked! he hath awaked!

  He stirs within the darkness!

  Oh, Philip, husband! now thy love to mine

  Will cling more close, and those bleak manners thaw,

  That make me shamed and tongue-tied in my love.

  The second Prince of Peace —

  The great unborn defender of the Faith,

  Who will avenge me of mine enemies —

  He comes, and my star rises.

  The stormy Wyatts and Northumberlands,

  The proud ambitions of Elizabeth,

  And all her fieriest partisans — are pale

  Before my star!

  The light of this new learning wanes and dies:

  The ghosts of Luther and Zuinglius fade

  Into the deathless hell which is their doom

  Before my star!

  His sceptre shall go forth from Ind to Ind!

  His sword shall hew the heretic peoples down!

  His faith shall clothe the world that will be his,

  Like universal air and sunshine! Open,

  Ye everlasting gates! The King is here! —

  My star, my son!

  Enter PHILIP, DUKE OF ALVA, etc.

  Oh, Philip, come with me;

  Good news have I to tell you, news to make

  Both of us happy — ay, the Kingdom too.

  Nay come with me — one moment!

  PHILIP (to ALVA).

  More than that:

  There was one here of late — William the Silent

  They call him — he is free enough in talk,

  But tells me nothing. You will be, we trust,

  Sometime the viceroy of those provinces —

  He must deserve his surname better.

  ALVA.

  Ay, sir;

  Inherit the Great Silence.

  PHILIP.

  True; the provinces

  Are hard to rule and must be hardly ruled;

  Most fruitful, yet, indeed, an empty rind,

  All hollow’d out with stinging heresies;

  And for their heresies, Alva, they will fight;

  You must break them or they break you.

  ALVA (proudly).

  The first.

  PHILIP.

  Good!

  Well, Madam, this new happiness of mine?

  [Exeunt.

  Enter THREE PAGES.

  FIRST PAGE.

  News, mates! a miracle, a miracle! news!

  The bells must ring; Te Deums must be sung;

  The Queen hath felt the motion of her babe!

  SECOND PAGE.

  Ay; but see here!

  FIRST PAGE.

  See what?

  SECOND PAGE.

  This paper, Dickon.

  I found it fluttering at the palace gates: —

  ‘The Queen of England is delivered of a dead dog!’

  THIRD PAGE.

  These are the things that madden her. Fie upon it!

  FIRST PAGE.

  Ay; but I hear she hath a dropsy, lad,

  Or a high-dropsy, as the doctors call it.

  THIRD PAGE.

  Fie on her dropsy, so she have a dropsy!

  I know that she was ever sweet to me.

  FIRST PAGE.

  For thou and thine are Roman to the core.

  THIRD PAGE.

  So thou and thine must be. Take heed!

  FIRST PAGE. Not I,

  And whether this flash of news be false or true,

  So the wine run, and there be revelry,

  Content am I. Let all the steeples clash,

  Till the sun dance, as upon Easter Day.

  [Exeunt.

  Scene III

  Great Hall in Whitehall

  At the far end a dais. On this three chairs, two under one canopy

  for MARY and PHILIP, another on the right of these for POLE.

  Under the dais on POLE’S side, ranged along the wall, sit all the

  Spiritual Peers, and along the wall opposite, all the Temporal. The

  Commons on cross benches in front, a line of approach to the dais

  between them. In the foreground, SIR RALPH BAGENHALL and other

  Members of the Commons.

  FIRST MEMEBER.

  St. Andrew’s day; sit close, sit close, we are friends.

  Is reconciled the word? the Pope again?

  It must be thus; and yet, cocksbody! how strange

  That Gardiner, once so one with all of us

  Against this foreign marriage, should have yielded

  So utterly! — strange! but stranger still that he,

  So fierce against the Headship of the Pope,

  Should play the second actor in this pageant

  That brings him in; such a cameleon he!

  SECOND MEMEBER.

  This Gardiner turn’d his coat in Henry’s time;

  The serpent that hath slough’d will slough again.

  THIRD MEMEBER.

  Tut, then we a
ll are serpents.

  SECOND MEMEBER.

  Speak for yourself.

  THIRD MEMEBER.

  Ay, and for Gardiner! being English citizen,

  How should he bear a bridegroom out of Spain?

  The Queen would have him! being English churchman

  How should he bear the headship of the Pope?

  The Queen would have it! Statesmen that are wise

  Shape a necessity, as a sculptor clay,

  To their own model.

  SECOND MEMEBER.

  Statesmen that are wise

  Take truth herself for model. What say you?

  [To SIR RALPH BAGENHALL.

  BAGENHALL.

  We talk and talk.

  FIRST MEMEBER.

  Ay, and what use to talk?

  Philip’s no sudden alien — the Queen’s husband,

  He’s here, and king, or will be — yet cocksbody!

  So hated here! I watch’d a hive of late;

  My seven-years’ friend was with me, my young boy;

  Out crept a wasp, with half the swarm behind.

  ‘Philip!’ says he. I had to cuff the rogue

  For infant treason.

  THIRD MEMEBER.

  But they say that bees,

  If any creeping life invade their hive

  Too gross to be thrust out, will build him round,

  And bind him in from harming of their combs.

  And Philip by these articles is bound

  From stirring hand or foot to wrong the realm.

  SECOND MEMEBER.

  By bonds of beeswax, like your creeping thing;

  But your wise bees had stung him first to death.

  THIRD MEMEBER.

  Hush, hush!

  You wrong the Chancellor: the clauses added

  To that same treaty which the emperor sent us

  Were mainly Gardiner’s: that no foreigner

  Hold office in the household, fleet, forts, army;

  That if the Queen should die without a child,

  The bond between the kingdoms be dissolved;

  That Philip should not mix us any way

  With his French wars —

  SECOND MEMEBER.

  Ay, ay, but what security,

  Good sir, for this, if Philip ——

  THIRD MEMEBER.

  Peace — the Queen, Philip, and Pole.

  [All rise, and stand.

  Enter MARY, PHILIP, and POLE.

  [GARDINER conducts them to the three chairs of state.

  PHILIP sits on the QUEEN’S left, POLE on her right.

  GARDINER.

  Our short-lived sun, before his winter plunge,

  Laughs at the last red leaf, and Andrew’s Day.

  MARY.

  Should not this day be held in after years

  More solemn than of old?

  PHILIP.

  Madam, my wish

  Echoes your Majesty’s.

  POLE.

  It shall be so.

  GARDINER.

  Mine echoes both your Graces’; (aside) but the Pope —

  Can we not have the Catholic church as well

  Without as with the Italian? if we cannot,

  Why then the Pope.

  My lords of the upper house,

  And ye, my masters, of the lower house,

  Do ye stand fast by that which ye resolved?

  VOICES.

  We do.

  GARDINER.

  And be you all one mind to supplicate

  The Legate here for pardon, and acknowledge

  The primacy of the Pope?

  VOICES.

  We are all one mind.

  GARDINER.

  Then must I play the vassal to this Pole. [Aside.

  [He draws a paper from under his robes and

  presents it to the KING and QUEEN, who look

  through it and return it to him; then ascends

  a tribune, and reads.

  We, the Lords Spiritual and Temporal,

  And Commons here in Parliament assembled,

  Presenting the whole body of this realm

  Of England, and dominions of the same,

  Do make most humble suit unto your Majesties,

  In our own name and that of all the state,

  That by your gracious means and intercession

  Our supplication be exhibited

  To the Lord Cardinal Pole, sent here as Legate

  From our most Holy Father Julius, Pope,

  And from the Apostolic see of Rome;

  And do declare our penitence and grief

  For our long schism and disobedience,

  Either in making laws and ordinances

  Against the Holy Father’s primacy,

  Or else by doing or by speaking aught

  Which might impugn or prejudice the same;

  By this our supplication promising,

  As well for our own selves as all the realm,

  That now we be and ever shall be quick,

  Under and with your Majesties’ authorities,

  To do to the utmost all that in us lies

  Towards the abrogation and repeal

  Of all such laws and ordinances made;

  Whereon we humbly pray your Majesties,

  As persons undefiled with our offence,

  So to set forth this humble suit of ours

  That we the rather by your intercession

  May from the Apostolic see obtain,

  Thro’ this most reverend Father, absolution,

  And full release from danger of all censures

  Of Holy Church that we be fall’n into,

  So that we may, as children penitent,

  Be once again received into the bosom

  And unity of Universal Church;

  And that this noble realm thro’ after years

  May in this unity and obedience

  Unto the holy see and reigning Pope

  Serve God and both your Majesties.

  VOICES.

  Amen.

  [All sit.

  [He again presents the petition to the KING and

  QUEEN, who hand it reverentially to POLE.

  POLE (sitting).

  This is the loveliest day that ever smiled

  On England. All her breath should, incenselike,

  Rise to the heavens in grateful praise of Him

  Who now recalls her to His ancient fold.

  Lo! once again God to this realm hath given

  A token of His more especial Grace;

  For as this people were the first of all

  The islands call’d into the dawning church

  Out of the dead, deep night of heathendom,

  So now are these the first whom God hath given

  Grace to repent and sorrow for their schism;

  And if your penitence be not mockery,

  Oh how the blessed angels who rejoice

  Over one saved do triumph at this hour

  In the reborn salvation of a land

  So noble. [A pause.

  For ourselves we do protest

  That our commission is to heal, not harm;

  We come not to condemn, but reconcile;

  We come not to compel, but call again;

  We come not to destroy, but edify;

  Nor yet to question things already done;

  These are forgiven — matters of the past —

  And range with jetsam and with offal thrown

  Into the blind sea of forgetfulness. [A pause.

  Ye have reversed the attainder laid on us

  By him who sack’d the house of God; and we,

  Amplier than any field on our poor earth

  Can render thanks in fruit for being sown,

  Do here and now repay you sixty-fold,

  A hundred, yea, a thousand thousand-fold,

  With heaven for earth.

  [Rising and stretching forth his hands. All kneel but

  SIR RALPH BAGENHALL, who rises and remain
s standing.

  The Lord who hath redeem’d us

  With His own blood, and wash’d us from our sins,

  To purchase for Himself a stainless bride;

  He, whom the Father hath appointed Head

  Of all his church, He by His mercy absolve you! [A pause.

  And we by that authority Apostolic,

  Given unto us, his Legate, by the Pope,

  Our Lord and Holy Father, Julius,

  God’s Vicar and Vicegerent upon earth,

  Do here absolve you and deliver you

  And every one of you, and all the realm

  And its dominions from all heresy,

  All schism, and from all and every censure,

  Judgment, and pain accruing thereupon;

  And also we restore you to the bosom

  And unity of Universal Church.

  [Turning to GARDINER.

  Our letters of commission will declare this plainlier.

  [QUEEN heard sobbing. Cries of Amen! Amen! Some of the

  Members embrace one another. All but SIR RALPH BAGENHALL

  pass out into the neighboring chapel, whence is heard

  the Te Deum.

  BAGENHALL.

  We strove against the papacy from the first,

  In William’s time, in our first Edward’s time,

  And in my master Henry’s time; but now,

  The unity of Universal Church,

  Mary would have it; and this Gardiner follows;

  The unity of Universal Hell,

  Philip would have it; and this Gardiner follows!

  A Parliament of imitative apes!

  Sheep at the gap which Gardiner takes, who not

  Believes the Pope, nor any of them believe —

  These spaniel-Spaniard English of the time,

  Who rub their fawning noses in the dust,

  For that is Philip’s gold-dust, and adore

  This Vicar of their Vicar. Would I had been

  Born Spaniard! I had held my head up then.

  I am ashamed that I am Bagenhall,

  English.

  Enter OFFICER.

  OFFICER.

  Sir Ralph Bagenhall!

  BAGENHALL.

  What of that?

  OFFICER.

  You were the one sole man in either house

  Who stood upright when both the houses fell.

  BAGENHALL.

  The houses fell!

  OFFICER.

  I mean the houses knelt

  Before the Legate.

  BAGENHALL.

  Do not scrimp your phrase,

  But stretch it wider; say when England fell.

  OFFICER.

  I say you were the one sole man who stood.

  BAGENHALL.

  I am the one sole man in either house,

  Perchance in England, loves her like a son.

  OFFICER.

  Well, you one man, because you stood upright,

  Her Grace the Queen commands you to the Tower.

  BAGENHALL.

  As traitor, or as heretic, or for what?

  OFFICER.

  If any man in any way would be

  The one man, he shall be so to his cost.

  BAGENHALL.

 

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