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

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by Algernon Charles Swinburne


  Was only for advancement of true faith

  To furtherance of religion: for myself

  Aught would I never, but for Christ’s dear church

  Was mine intent all wholly, to redeem

  Her sore affliction in this age and land,

  As now may not be yet: which knowing for truth,

  I am readier even at heart to die than live.

  And dying I crave of all men pardon whom

  My doings at all have touched, or who thereat

  Take scandal; and forgiveness of the queen

  If on this cause I have offended her.

  SAVAGE.

  The like say I, that have no skill in speech,

  But heart enough with faith at heart to die,

  Seeing but for conscience and the common good,

  And no preferment but this general weal,

  I did attempt this business.

  BARNWELL.

  I confess

  That I, whose seed was of that hallowed earth

  Whereof each pore hath sweated blood for Christ,

  Had note of these men’s drifts, which I deny

  That ever I consented with or could

  In conscience hold for lawful. That I came

  To spy for them occasions in the court

  And there being noted of her majesty

  She seeing mine eyes peer sharply like a man’s

  That had such purpose as she wist before

  Prayed God that all were well – if this were urged,

  I might make answer, it was not unknown

  To divers of the council that I there

  Had matters to solicit of mine own

  Which thither drew me then: yet I confess

  That Babington, espying me thence returned,

  Asked me what news: to whom again I told,

  Her majesty had been abroad that day,

  With all the circumstance I saw there. Now

  If I have done her majesty offence

  I crave her pardon: and assuredly

  If this my body’s sacrifice might yet

  Establish her in true religion, here

  Most willingly should this be offered up.

  TILNEY.

  I came not here to reason of my faith,

  But to die simply like a Catholic, praying

  Christ give our queen Elizabeth long life,

  And warning all youth born take heed by me.

  ABINGTON.

  I likewise, and if aught I have erred in aught

  I crave but pardon as for ignorant sin,

  Holding at all points firm the Catholic faith;

  And all things charged against me I confess,

  Save that I ever sought her highness’ death:

  In whose poor kingdom yet ere long I fear

  Will be great bloodshed.

  SHERIFF.

  Seest thou, Abington,

  Here all these people present of thy kind

  Whose blood shall be demanded at thy hands

  If dying thou hide what might endanger them?

  Speak therefore, why or by what mortal mean

  Should there be shed such blood?

  ABINGTON.

  All that I know

  You have on record: take but this for sure,

  This country lives for its iniquity

  Loathed of all countries, and God loves it not.

  Whereon I pray you trouble me no more

  With questions of this world, but let me pray

  And in mine own wise make my peace with God.

  BABINGTON.

  For me, first head of all this enterprise,

  I needs must make this record of myself,

  I have not conspired for profit, but in trust

  Of men’s persuasions whence I stood assured

  This work was lawful which I should have done

  And meritorious as toward God; for which

  No less I crave forgiveness of my queen

  And that my brother may possess my lands

  In heritage else forfeit with my head.

  TICHBORNE.

  Good countrymen and my dear friends, you look

  For something to be said of me, that am

  But an ill orator; and my text is worse.

  Vain were it to make full discourse of all

  This cause that brings me hither, which before

  Was all made bare, and is well known to most

  That have their eyes upon me: let me stand

  For all young men, and most for those born high,

  Their present warning here: a friend I had,

  Ay, and a dear friend, one of whom I made

  No small account, whose friendship for pure love

  To this hath brought me: I may not deny

  He told me all the matter, how set down,

  And ready to be wrought; which always I

  Held impious, and denied to deal therein:

  But only for my friend’s regard was I

  Silent, and verified a saying in me,

  Who so consented to him. Ere this thing chanced,

  How brotherly we twain lived heart in heart

  Together, in what flourishing estate,

  This town well knows: of whom went all report

  Through her loud length of Fleetstreet and the Strand

  And all parts else that sound men’s fortunate names,

  But Babington and Tichborne? that therein

  There was no haughtiest threshold found of force

  To brave our entry; thus we lived our life,

  And wanted nothing we might wish for: then,

  For me, what less was in my head, God knows,

  Than high state matters? Give me now but leave

  Scarce to declare the miseries I sustained

  Since I took knowledge of this action, whence

  To his estate I well may liken mine,

  Who could forbear not one forbidden thing

  To enjoy all else afforded of the world:

  The terror of my conscience hung on me;

  Who, taking heed what perils girt me, went

  To Sir John Peters hence in Essex, there

  Appointing that my horses by his mean

  Should meet me here in London, whence I thought

  To flee into the country: but being here

  I heard how all was now bewrayed abroad:

  Whence Adam-like we fled into the woods

  And there were taken. My dear countrymen,

  Albeit my sorrows well may be your joy,

  Yet mix your smiles with tears: pity my case,

  Who, born out of an house whose name descends

  Even from two hundred years ere English earth

  Felt Norman heel upon her, were it yet

  Till this mishap of mine unspotted. Sirs,

  I have a wife, and one sweet child: my wife,

  My dear wife Agnes: and my grief is there;

  And for six sisters too left on my hand:

  All my poor servants were dispersed, I know,

  Upon their master’s capture: all which things

  Most heartily I sorrow for: and though

  Nought might I less have merited at her hands,

  Yet had I looked for pardon of my fault

  From the queen’s absolute grace and clemency;

  That the unexpired remainder of my years

  Might in some sort have haply recompensed

  This former guilt of mine whereof I die:

  But seeing such fault may find not such release

  Even of her utter mercies, heartily

  I crave at least of her and all the world

  Forgiveness, and to God commend my soul,

  And to men’s memory this my penitence

  Till our death’s record die from out the land.

  FIRST CITIZEN.

  God pardon him! Stand back: what ail these knaves

  To drive and thrust upon us? Help me, sir;

  I thank you: hence we take them ful
l in view:

  Hath yet the hangman there his knife in hand?

  ACT III

  Burghley

  Scene I. The presence-chamber in Fotheringay Castle. At the upper end, a chair of state as for Queen Elizabeth; opposite, in the centre of the hall, a chair for Mary Stuart. The Commissioners seated on either side along the wall: to the right, the Earls, with Lord Chancellor Bromley and Lord Treasurer Burghley; to the left, the Barons, with the Knights of the Privy Council, among them Walsingham and Paulet; Popham, Egerton, and Gawdy, as Counsel for the Crown. Enter Mary Stuart, supported by Sir Andrew Melville, and takes her place.

  MARY STUART.

  Here are full many men of counsel met;

  Not one for me.

  The Chancellor rises.

  BROMLEY.

  Madam, this court is held

  To make strait inquisition as by law

  Of what with grief of heart our queen has heard,

  A plot upon her life, against the faith

  Here in her kingdom stablished: on which cause

  Our charge it is to exact your answer here

  And put to proof your guilt or innocence.

  MARY STUART rising.

  Sirs, whom by strange constraint I stand before,

  My lords, and not my judges, since no law

  Can hold to mortal judgment answerable

  A princess free-born of all courts on earth,

  I rise not here to make response as one

  Responsible toward any for my life

  Or of mine acts accountable to man,

  Who see none higher save only God in heaven:

  I am no natural subject of your land

  That I should here plead as a criminal charged,

  Nor in such wise appear I now: I came

  On your queen’s faith to seek in England help

  By trothplight pledged me: where by promise-breach

  I am even since then her prisoner held in ward:

  Yet, understanding by report of you

  Some certain things I know not of to be

  Against me brought on record, by my will

  I stand content to hear and answer these.

  BROMLEY.

  Madam, there lives none born on earth so high

  Who for this land’s laws’ breach within this land

  Shall not stand answerable before those laws.

  BURGHLEY.

  Let there be record of the prisoner’s plea

  And answer given such protest here set down,

  And so proceed we to this present charge.

  GAWDY.

  My lords, to unfold by length of circumstance

  The model of this whole conspiracy

  Should lay the pattern of all treasons bare

  That ever brought high state in danger: this

  No man there lives among us but hath heard,

  How certain men of our queen’s household folk

  Being wrought on by persuasion of their priests

  Drew late a bond between them, binding these

  With others of their faith accomplices

  Directed first of Anthony Babington

  By mean of six for execution chosen

  To slay the queen their mistress, and thereon

  Make all her trustiest men of trust away;

  As my lord treasurer Burghley present here,

  Lord Hunsdon, and Sir Francis Walsingham,

  And one that held in charge awhile agone

  This lady now on trial, Sir Francis Knowles.

  That she was hereto privy, to her power

  Approving and abetting their device,

  It shall not stand us in much need to show

  Whose proofs are manifoldly manifest

  On record written of their hands and hers.

  MARY STUART.

  Of all this I know nothing: Babington

  I have used for mine intelligencer, sent

  With letters charged at need, but never yet

  Spake with him, never writ him word of mine

  As privy to these close conspiracies

  Nor word of his had from him. Never came

  One harmful thought upon me toward your queen,

  Nor knowledge ever that of other hearts

  Was harm designed against her. Proofs, ye say,

  Forsooth ye hold to impeach me: I desire

  But only to behold and handle them

  If they in sooth of sense be tangible

  More than mere air and shadow.

  BURGHLEY.

  Let the clerk

  Produce those letters writ from Babington.

  MARY STUART.

  What then? it may be such were writ of him:

  Be it proved that they came ever in my hands.

  If Babington affirm so much, I say

  He, or who else will say it, lies openly.

  GAWDY.

  Here is the man’s confession writ, and here

  Ballard’s the Jesuit, and the soldier’s here,

  Savage, that served with Parma.

  MARY STUART.

  What of these?

  Traitors they were, and traitor-like they lied.

  GAWDY.

  And here the last her letter of response

  Confirming and approving in each point

  Their purpose, writ direct to Babington.

  MARY STUART.

  My letter? none of mine it is: perchance

  It may be in my cipher charactered,

  But never came from or my tongue or hand:

  I have sought mine own deliverance, and thereto

  Solicited of my friends their natural help:

  Yet certain whom I list not name there were,

  Whose offers made of help to set me free

  Receiving, yet I answered not a word.

  Howbeit, desiring to divert the storm

  Of persecution from the church, for this

  To your queen’s grace I have made most earnest suit:

  But for mine own part I would purchase not

  This kingdom with the meanest one man’s death

  In all its commonalty, much less the queen’s.

  Many there be have dangerously designed

  Things that I knew not: yea, but very late

  There came a letter to my hand which craved

  My pardon if by enterprise of some

  Were undertaken aught unknown of me:

  A cipher lightly may one counterfeit,

  As he that vaunted him of late in France

  To be my son’s base brother: and I fear

  Lest this, for aught mine ignorance of it knows,

  May be that secretary’s fair handiwork

  Who sits to judge me, and hath practised late,

  I hear, against my son’s life and mine own.

  But I protest I have not so much as thought

  Nor dreamed upon destruction of the queen:

  I had rather spend most gladly mine own life

  Than for my sake the Catholics should be thus

  Afflicted only in very hate of me

  And drawn to death so cruel as these tears

  Gush newly forth to think of.

  BURGHLEY.

  Here no man

  Who hath showed himself true subject to the state

  Was ever for religion done to death:

  But some for treason, that against the queen

  Upheld the pope’s bull and authority.

  MARY STUART.

  Yet have I heard it otherwise affirmed

  And read in books set forth in print as much.

  BURGHLEY.

  They that so write say too the queen hath here

  Made forfeit of her royal dignity.

  WALSINGHAM.

  Here I call God to record on my part

  That personally or as a private man

  I have done nought misbeseeming honesty,

  Nor as I bear a public person’s place

  Done aught thereof unworthy. I confess
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  That, being right careful of the queen’s estate

  And safety of this realm, I have curiously

  Searched out the practices against it: nay,

  Herein had Ballard offered me his help,

  I durst not have denied him; yea, I would

  Have recompensed the pains he had taken. Say

  I have practised aught with him, why did he not,

  To save his life, reveal it?

  MARY STUART.

  Pray you, sir,

  Take no displeasure at me: truth it is

  Report has found me of your dealings, blown

  From lip to ear abroad, wherein myself

  I put no credit: and could but desire

  Yourself would all as little make account

  Of slanders flung on me. Spies, sure, are men

  Of doubtful credit, which dissemble things

  Far other than they speak. Do not believe

  That I gave ever or could give consent

  Once to the queen’s destruction: I would never,

  These tears are bitter witness, never would

  Make shipwreck of my soul by compassing

  Destruction of my dearest sister.

  GAWDY.

  This

  Shall soon by witness be disproved: as here

  Even by this letter from Charles Paget’s hand

  Transcribed, which Curle your secretary hath borne

  Plain witness you received, touching a league

  Betwixt Mendoza and Ballard, who conferred

  Of this land’s foreordained invasion, thence

  To give you freedom.

  MARY STUART.

  What of this? ye shoot

  Wide of the purpose: this approves not me

  Consenting to the queen’s destruction.

  GAWDY.

  That

  Stands proven enough by word of Babington

  Who dying avowed it, and by letters passed

  From him to you, whom he therein acclaims

  As his most dread and sovereign lady and queen,

  And by the way makes mention passingly

  Of a plot laid by transference to convey

  This kingdom to the Spaniard.

  MARY STUART.

  I confess

  There came a priest unto me, saying if I

  Would not herein bear part I with my son

  Alike should be debarred the inheritance:

  His name ye shall not have of me: but this

  Ye know, that openly the Spaniard lays

 

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