Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Algernon Charles Swinburne (Illustrated) (Delphi Poets Series)

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by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Exeunt

  Scene V. Edinburgh. A Room in the Provost’s House

  Enter Maitland and Provost

  MAITLAND.

  Are the gates fast?

  PROVOST.

  Ay; but the street yet seethes

  With ebb and flow of fighting faces thronged

  And crush of onset following on her heel

  Where she came in and whence at her own call

  You drove them off her; and above the ranks

  Flaps the flag borne before her as she came

  Wrought with the dead king’s likeness; and their cry

  Is yet to burn or drown her. It were but

  A manlike mercy now for men to show

  That she should have some woman’s hand of hers

  To tend her fainting who should be nigh dead

  With fear and lack of food and weariness.

  MAITLAND.

  Nay, if she die not till she die for fear,

  She must outlive man’s memory; twice or thrice

  As she rode hither with that sable flag

  Blown overhead whereon the dead man lay

  Painted, and by him beneath a garden tree

  His young child kneeling, with soft hands held up

  And the word underwritten of his prayer

  Judge and avenge my cause, O Lord - she seemed

  At point to swoon, being sick with two days’ fast,

  And with faint fingers clung upon the rein

  And gaped as one athirst with foodless lips

  And fair head fainting; but for very scorn

  Was straightway quickened and uplift of heart,

  And smote us with her eyes again, and spoke

  No weaker word but of her constant mind

  To hang and crucify, when time should be,

  These now her lords and keepers; so at last

  Beneath these walls she came in with the night,

  So pressed about with foes that man by man

  We could but bring her at a foot’s pace through

  Past Kirk of Field between the roaring streets,

  Faint with no fear, but hunger and great rage,

  With all men’s wrath as thunder at her heel,

  And all her fair face foul with dust and tears,

  But as one fire of eye and cheek that shone

  With heat of fiery heart and unslaked will

  That took no soil of fear.

  PROVOST.

  What shall be done

  When sentence shall pass on her?

  MAITLAND.

  By my will

  She shall not die nor lose her royal name,

  Wherein the council only shall bear rule

  And take to its own hand the care to wreak

  On her false lord now fled our general wrong,

  Who being but overtaken of its sword

  Shall be divorced at once from her and life.

  PROVOST.

  But this shall not content the common will,

  Nor theirs who bind and loose it with their tongues

  And cry now for her blood; the town is loud

  With women’s voices keener than of men

  To call for judgment on her and swift death

  Sharp as their anger.

  MAITLAND.

  Ay, the time is mad

  With noise of preachers and the feminine spleen

  That of mere rage and blind mobility

  Barks in brute heat for blood; but on these tongues

  The state yet hangs not, nor the general weal

  Is swayed but by the violent breath of these.

  Here sits she safe.

  PROVOST.

  I would I knew it; her mood

  Is as a wind that blows upon a fire,

  And drives her to and fro: she will not eat,

  But rages here and there and cries again

  On us for traitors, on her friends for help,

  On God for comfort of her cause and crown

  That of his foes and hers is violated,

  And will not stint her clamours nor take rest

  For prayer nor bidding.

  MAITLAND.

  I will speak with her

  Ere I go hence; though she were mild of mood,

  The task were hard with Knox for opposite

  To bend the council to such policy

  As might assure her but of life, which thus

  She whets the weapon in his tongue to take.

  Exeunt.

  Scene VI. Another Room in the same

  The Queen and an Attendant

  QUEEN.

  Wilt thou be true? but if thou have not heart,

  Yet do not, being too young to sell man’s blood,

  Betray my letter to mine enemies’ hands

  Where it should be a sword to smite me with;

  If thou lack heart, I say, being but a boy,

  Swear not and break thine oath; but if thou have,

  Thou shalt not ask for this mine errand done

  The thing I will not give thee. At Dunbar

  Bring but this letter to my husband’s hand;

  Spare for no speed; if it were possible,

  I would it might be with him ere day dawn

  On me condemned of men. I have no hope,

  Thou seest, but in thee only; thou art young

  And mean of place, but be thou good to me

  And thou shalt sit above thy masters born

  And nobles grey in honour. Wilt thou go?

  Have here mine only jewel, and my faith

  That I plight to thee, when my hand may choose,

  To give thee better gifts. Haste, and so thrive

  As I by thee shall.

  Exit Attendant.

  Though thou play me false,

  Thou dost no more than God has done with me

  And all men else before thee: yet I could not

  But write this worthless one word of my love

  Though I should die for writing it in vain,

  And he should never read it.

  Enter Maitland

  Come you not

  To tell me of my commons and your friends

  That by their will despite you I must die?

  It were no stranger now than all things are

  That fall as on me dreaming.

  MAITLAND.

  Madam, no;

  I come to plead with you for your own life,

  Which wrath and violent mood would cast away.

  QUEEN.

  What is my life to any man or me

  As ye have made it? If ye seek not that,

  Why have ye torn me from my husband’s hand,

  With whom ye know that I would live and die

  With all content that may be in the world?

  MAITLAND.

  For your own honour have we sundered you;

  You know not him, who late writ word - myself

  Can show this letter - to the Lady Jane,

  She was his wife and you his concubine,

  No more but sport and scandal in his sheets,

  And loved for use but as a paramour

  And for his ends to rise and by your lips

  Be kissed into a kingdom; and each week

  Since they were first but as in show divorced

  And but of craft divided, on some days

  Have they held secret commerce to your shame

  As wedded man and wife.

  QUEEN.

  There is one thing

  That I would ask of even such friends as you -

  To turn me with my lord adrift at sea

  And make us quit of all men.

  MAITLAND.

  For yourself,

  You drive on no less danger here of wreck,

  Seeing for your life if England take no care

  France will nor strike nor speak; and had you not

  In your own kindly kingdom yet some friends

  Whose hearts are better toward you, these wot well

  You had none left you helpfu
l in the world.

  Yet what we may will I and all these do

  To serve you in this strait; so for this night

  Let not your peril, which can breed not fear,

  For that breed anger in you; and farewell.

  Exit.

  QUEEN.

  None but such friends? O yet my living lord,

  O still my comfort, hadst thou none but me

  As I save thee have no man, we would go

  Hand fast in hand to dreadless death, and see

  With such clear eyes as once our marriage-bed

  Fire, or the sword’s light lifted to make end

  Of that one life on both our lips that laughed

  To think he could not sunder them who smote,

  Nor change our hearts who chilled them; we would kiss,

  Laugh, and lie down, and sleep; but here in bonds

  I will not tamely like a dumb thing die

  That gives its blood and speaks not. If I find

  No faith in all this people, yet my curse

  Shall through this casement cry in all their ears

  That are made hard against me. - Ho there, you,

  All that pass by, your queen am I that call,

  Have I no friend of all you to turn back

  The swords that point on this bare breast, the hands

  That grasp and hale me by the hair to death,

  By this discrowned rent hair that wore too soon

  The kingdom’s weight of all this land in gold?

  Have I no friend? no friend?

  VOICE WITHOUT.

  Ay, here was one;

  Know you yet him? Raise up the banner there,

  That she may look upon her lord, and take

  Comfort.

  A WOMAN.

  What, was not this that kneels the child

  Which hung once at that harlot’s breast now bare

  And should have drunk death from its deadly milk?

  Hide it for shame; bind up the wanton hair,

  Cover the poisonous bosom; here is none

  To kiss the print of that adulterer’s head

  Which last lay on it.

  ANOTHER VOICE.

  Whither is he flown,

  Whose amorous lips were bloody, and left red

  The shameless cheek they fed on as with shame?

  Where is your swordsman at your back to guard

  And make your sin strut kinglike? where his hand

  That made this dead man’s child kneel fatherless

  And plead with God against you for his blood?

  Where is your king-killer?

  QUEEN.

  The day shall be

  That I will make this town a fire, and slake

  The flame with blood of all you: there shall stand

  No mark of man, no stone of these its walls,

  To witness what my wrath made ruin of

  That turned it first to smoke, and then put out

  With all your blood its ashes.

  Enter Provost

  Hear you, sir,

  How we are handled of our townsfolk there,

  Being yet in ward of you? but by my head,

  If now by force it fall not, you as these

  Shall buy this of me bloodily, and first

  Shall bleed of all whose lives will pay not me.

  PROVOST.

  Madam, as you desire to see that day,

  Contain yourself; this flame whereon you blow

  Will fasten else untimely on your hand

  And leave it harmless toward us. I beseech you,

  Though but for hate of us and hope to hurt,

  Eat, and take rest.

  QUEEN.

  I will not; what are ye

  That I should care for hate of you to live

  Who care not for the love’s sake of my life?

  If I shall die here in your hateful hands,

  In God’s I put my cause, as into them

  I yield the spirit that dares all enemies yet

  By force to take it from me. Die or live

  I needs must at their bidding; but to sleep,

  Eat, drink, weep, laugh, speak or keep silence, these

  They shall not yet command me till I die.

  Exeunt.

  Scene VII. The High Street

  A crowd of Citizens

  FIRST CITIZEN.

  Who says she shall not die?

  SECOND CITIZEN.

  Even he that stands

  First in this city, Morton; by his doom,

  Death shall not pass upon her.

  FIRST CITIZEN.

  Will he say it?

  Yet is this man not all the tongue or hand

  That Scotland has to speak or smite with.

  THIRD CITIZEN.

  Nay,

  When he so spake against their honest voice

  Who called for judgment, one arose that said -

  I know not who, but one that spake for God -

  That he who came between God’s sword and her

  Should as a stayer of justice by the sword

  Be stricken of God’s justice.

  FIRST CITIZEN.

  What said he?

  THIRD CITIZEN.

  No word, but frowned; and in his eye and cheek

  There sprang a fire and sank again, as ‘twere

  For scorn that anger should have leave to speak,

  Though silently; but Maitland writhed his lip

  And let his teeth grin doglike, and between

  There shot some snarling word that mocked at God,

  And at the servants of his wrath, who wait

  To see his will done on her, and men’s hands

  Made ministers to set it forth so broad

  That none might pass and read not.

  SECOND CITIZEN.

  Why, by this

  Part hangs of it already in men’s sight;

  I have word here from Dunbar of one that was

  An officer of Bothwell’s, and alive

  Laird of Blackadder, whom they seized at sea

  Flying from death to deathward, and brought back

  To be nigh rent in pieces of their hands

  Who haled him through the streets to hang, and left

  Not half a man unbroken or unbruised

  To feel the grip o’ the gallows.

  FIRST CITIZEN.

  They did well;

  Shall we do worse, that have within our hand

  The heart and head of all this evil, her

  By whom all guilt looks guiltless till she die

  A whore’s death or a murderer’s, burn or drown,

  And leave more free the common doom of man

  To pass on lesser sins? While she doth live,

  How should it speak for shame to bid men die

  For what sin done soever, who might say

  She lives and laughs yet in God’s face and eye

  And finds on earth no judgment as do these

  Whose bloodiest hands are whiter than her soul?

  Let her die first.

  THIRD CITIZEN.

  Ay shall she, if God put

  Upon those lips that never lacked it yet

  His fire to burn men’s hearts, and make that tongue

  His sword that hath been ever. Yesternight

  Came Knox to Edinburgh, and here should speak

  By this among us of the doom to fall

  On us or her, that if it bruise her not

  Must glance aside against us.

  SECOND CITIZEN.

  He is here.

  Draw nigh, but make no noise.

  Enter John Knox

  FIRST CITIZEN.

  Nay, all the press

  Heaves round about him silent.

  OTHERS.

  Sirs, give place;

  Make way for Master Knox to stand and speak

  Here in your midst; here is it higher; give way.

  Make room to hear him. Peace there, and stand still.

 
JOHN KNOX.

  What word is this that ye require of man?

  Ye that would hear me, what speech heard of mine

  Should lift your hearts up if they sit not high,

  If they lack life, should quicken? for this day

  Ye know not less than I know that the Lord

  Hath given his enemy to you for a prey,

  His judgment for a fire; what need have ye,

  Or he what need of other tongues to speak

  Than this which burns all ears that hear on earth

  The blast of this day’s justice blown in heaven -

  As where is he that hears not? In your hand

  Lies now the doom of God to deal, and she

  Before your face to abide it, in whose mouth

  His name was as a hissing; and had I

  The tongues in mine of angels, and their might,

  What other word or mightier should I seek

  Than this to move you? or should ye wax cold

  What fuel should I find out to kindle you?

  If God ye hear not, how shall ye hear me?

  Or if your eyes be sealed to know not her,

  If she be fit to live or no, can I

  With words unseal them? None so young of you

  But hath long life enough to understand

  And reason to record what he hath seen

  Of hers and of God’s dealings mutually

  Since she came in. Then was her spirit made soft,

  Her words as oil, and with her amorous face

  She caught men’s eyes to turn them where she would,

  And with the strong sound of her name of queen

  Made their necks bend; that even of God’s own men

  There were that bade refuse her not her will,

  Deny not her, fair woman and great queen,

  Her natural freedom born, to give God praise

  What way she would, and pray what prayers; though these

  Be as they were, to God abominable

  And venomous to men’s souls. So came there back

  The cursed thing cast forth of us, and so

  Out of her fair face and imperious eyes

  Lightened the light whereby men walk in hell.

  And I that sole stood out and bade not let

  The lightning of this curse come down on us

  And fly with feet as fire on all winds blown

 

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