'Should make the mightiest empire

earth has known.

Spain would be England on her seas, and England

Mistress of the Indies.

Eliz. It may chance, that England Will be mistress of the Indies yet, Without the help of Spain.

Fer. Impossible; Except you put Spain down. Wide of the mark ev'n for a madman's dream. [men. Count de Feria, Eliz. Perhaps; but we have seaI take it that the King hath spoken to you; [match? But is Don Carlos such a goodly Fer. Don Carlos, madam, is but twelve years old.

Eliz. Ay, tell the King that I will muse upon it; [keep him so ; He is my good friend, and I would But-he would have me Catholic of Rome,

And that I scarce can be; and, sir, till now [marriages,

My sister's marriage, and my father's Make me full fain to live and die a maid. [King. But I am much beholden to your Have you aught else to tell me? Fer. Nothing, Madam, Save that methought I gather'd from the Queen [fore she died. That she would see your Grace beEliz. God's death! and wherefore spake you not before?

We dally with our lazy moments here, And hers are number'd. Horses there, without! [master.

I am much beholden to the King, your Why did you keep me prating. Horses, there! [Exit Elizabeth, eic. Fer. So from a clear sky falls the thunderbolt! [Philip, Don Carlos? Madam, if you marry Then I and he will snaffle your "God's death," [you tame; And break your paces in, and make God's death, forsooth -you do not know King Philip. [Exit.

SCENE IV.-London. Before the Pal

2. God curse her and her Legate! Gardiner burns

:

Already but to pay them full in kind, The hottest hold in all the devil's den [Guernsey,

Were but a sort of winter; sir, in I watch'd a woman burn; and in her agony [was born The mother came upon her-a child And, sir, they hurl'd it back into tho fire, [babo

That, being but baptized in fire, the Might be in fire forever. Ah, good neighbor, [than fire There should be something terier To yield them their deserts. 1.

You wish, and further.

Amen to all

A 3d. Voice. Deserts! Amen to what? Whose deserts? Yours? You have a gold ring on your finger, and soft raiment about your body; and is not the woman up yonder sleeping after all she has done, in peace and quiet ness, on a soft bed, in a closed room, with light, fire, physic, tendance; and I have seen the true men of Christ lying famine-dead by scores, and under no ceiling but the cloud that wept où them, not for them.

1. Friend, tho' so late, it is not safo to preach.

[you? You had best go home. What are 3. What am I? One who cries continually with sweat and tears to tho Lord God that it would please Him out of His infinite love to break down all kingship and queenship, all priesthood and prelacy; to cancel and abolish all bonds of human allegiance, all the magistracy, all the nobles, and all the wealthy; and to send us again, according to his promise, the one King, the Christ, and all things in common, as in the day of the first church, when Christ Jesus was King.

1. If ever I heard a madman,-let's away! [beyond me. Why, you long-winded- Sir, you go I pride myself on being moderate. Good night! Go home. Besides, you curse so loud,

The watch will hear you. Get you home at once. [Exeunt.

SCENE V.-London. A Room in the

Palace.

Gallery on one side. The moonlight streaming through a range of windows on the wall opposite. Mary, Lady Clarence, Lady Magdalen Dacres, Alice. Queen pacing the Gallery. A writing-table in front. Queen comes to the table and writes and goes again, pacing the Gallery.

Lady C. Mine eyes are dim: what

hath she written? read. [to me." Alice. I am dying, Philip; come

How

He said it was not courtly to stand
helmeted
[cious moment,
Before the Queen. He had his gra-
Altho' you'll not believe me.
As if he loved me yet! [he smiles
Lady C.
And so he does.
Mary. He never loved me-nay, he
could not love me.
[France.
It was his father's policy against
I am eleven years older than he,
Poor boy.
Alice. That was a lusty boy of
twenty-seven;
[Aside

Poor enough in God's grace!
Mary.

[Weeps.

--And all in vain!

The Queen of Scots is married to the Dauphin, [world is gone;

And Charles, the lord of this low And all his wars and wisdoms past away;

And in a moment I shall follow him. Lady C. Nay, dearest Lady, see your good physician.

Mary. Drugs-but he knows they cannot help me-says [thinkThat rest is all-tells me I must not That I must rest-I shall rest by and by. [when he springs Catch the wild cat, cage him, and And maims himself against the bars, say "rest: " [have him restWhy, you must kill him if you would Dead or alive you cannot make him happy. [pure a life, Lady C. Your Majesty has lived so And done such mighty things by Holy Church, [yet.

I trust that God will make you happy

Mary. What is the strange thing happiness? Sit down here;

Tell me thine happiest hour.
Lady C.

I will, if that May make your Grace forget yourself a little. [our field There runs a shallow brook across For twenty miles, where the black crow flies five, [the way And doth so bound and babble all As if itself were happy. It was Maytime, [loved.

And I was walking with the man I 1 loved him, but I thought I was not loved. [brook And both were silent, letting the wild Speak for us-till he stoop'd and gather'd one [nots, From out a bed of thick forget-meLook'd hard and sweet at me, and gave

it me,

I took it, tho' I did not know I took it, And put it in my bosom, and all at once I felt his arms about me, and his lipsMary. O God! I have been too slack, too slack;

There are Hot Gospellers even among our guards[but burut Nobles we dared not touch. We have The heretic priest, workmen, and women and children.

Wet, famine, ague, fever, storm, wreck, wrath,[God's grace,

We have so play'd the coward; but by We'll follow Philip's leading, and set up The Holy Office here-garner the wheat, And burn the tares with unquenchable fire!

You will find Philip only, policy, polAy, worse than that-not one hour true to me! [vice! Foul maggots crawling in a fester'd Adulterous to the very heart of Hell. Hast thou a knife? [God's mercyAlice. Ay, Madam, but o' Mary. Fool, think'st thou I would peril mine own soul [girl, By slaughter of the body? I could not, Not this way-callous with a constant strife,

Unwoundable. Thy knife!

Alice.

Take heed, take heed! The blade is keen as death. Mary. This Philip shall not Stare in upon me in my haggardness; Old, miserable, diseased, [down. Incapable of children. Come thou [Cuts out the picture and throws it down. my Philip.

Lie there. (Wails.) O God, I have killed
Alice.
Νο
[out,
Madam, you have but cut the canvas
We can replace it.

Mary. All is well then; restI will to rest; he said, I must have rest. [Cries of "Elizabeth" in the street. A cry! What's that? Elizabeth? revolt? [Wyatt?

A new Northumberland, another I'll fight it on the threshold of the [comes to see you. grave. Lady C. Madam, your royal sister Mary. I will not see her. Who knows if Boleyn's daughter be my sister? [arm. I will see none excent the priest. Your [To Lady Clarence.

O Saint of Aragon, with that sweet worn smile

[hence.

Among thy patient wrinkles-help me

For him, or him-sunk rocks; no passionate faith[mise; But-if let be-balance and comproBrave, wary, same to the heart of her -a Tudor [Boleyn, too, School'd by the shadow of death-a Glancing across the Tudor-not so well Enter Alice. How is the good Queen now? Alice. Away from Philip. Back in her childhood-prattling to her mother [Charles,

Of her betrothal to the Emperor And childlike-jealous of him againand once book She thank'd her father sweetly for his Against that godless German. Ah, thosз

days

Were happy. It was never merry world In England, since the Bible came among us.

Cecil. And who says that?

Alice. It is a saying among the Catholics.

Cecil. It never will be merry world in England,

[poor.

Till all men have their Bible, ricli and Alice. The Queen is dying, or you dare not say it.

Her life was winter, for her spring was And she loved much: pray God she be

forgiven.

Cecil. Peace with the dead who never were at peace!

Yet she loved one so much-I needs

must say

That never English monarch dying left England so little.

Eliz. But with Cecil's aid And others, if our person be secured From traitor stabs-we will make Eng

land great.

Enter Paget, and other Lords of the Council, Sir Ralph Bagenhall, etc. Lords. God save Elizabeth, the Queen of England!

Bag. God save the Crown: the Papacy is no more.

Paget (aside). Are we so sure of that? Acclamation. God save the Queen!

SHOW-DAY AT BATTLE ABBEY. 1876.

A GARDEN here-May breath and bloom of spring

The cuckoo yonder from an English elm Crying with my false egg I overwhelm The native nest:" and fancy hears the ring [sing,

Of harness, and that deathful arrow And Saxon battle-axe clang on Norman helm. [realm:

Here rose the dragon-banner of our

Here fought, here fell, our Norman slander'd king.

O Garden blossoming out of English blood!

O strange hate-healer Time! We stroll and stare [years ago Where might made right eight hundred Might, right? ay good, so all things make for good

But he and he, if soul be soul, are where Each stands full face with all he did below.

King Edward the Confessor.

Edwin, Earl of Mercia,
Morcar, Earl of North

Sons of Alfgar umbria afterTostig, of Mercia. Gamel, a Northumbrian Thane. Guy, Count of Ponthieu. Rolf, a Ponthieu Fisherman. Hugh Margot, a Norman Monk.

Osgod and Athelric, Canons from Wal tham.

The Queen, Edward the Confessor's Wife, Daughter of Godwin. Aldwyth, Daughter of Alfgar and Widow of Griffyth, King of Wales. Edith, Ward of King Edward. Courtiers, Earls and Thanes, Men-atArms, Canons of Walthani, Fishermen, &c.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-London. The King's Palace. (A comet seen through the open window.) Aldwyth, Gamel, Courtiers talking together.

First Courtier. Lo! there once more -this is the seventh night! [scourge Yon grimly-glaring, treble-brandished Of England!

Second Courtier. Horrible!

1 Court. Look you, there's a star That dances in it as mad with agony ! Third Courtier. Ay, like a spirit in Hell who skips and flies

To right and left, and cannot scape the flame.

2 Court. Steam'd upward from the undescendable

Their hearts, and hold their babies up to it.

[too, I think that they would Molochize them To have the heavens clear.

Ald.

They fright not me. Enter Leofwin, after him Gurth. Ask thou Lord Leofwin what he thinks of this! [lieve, that these Mor. Lord Leofwin, dost thou beThree rods of blood-red fire up yonder [Heaven?

mean

The doom of England and the wrath of Bishop of London (passing). Did ye not cast with bestial violence [all Our holy Norman bishops down from Their thrones in England? I alone remain.

Why should not Heaven be wroth?
Leofwin.
With us or thee?

Bp. of Lond. Did ye not outlaw your archbishop Robert,

Robert of Jumiéges-well-nigh murder him too? [Heaven?

Is there no reason for the wrath of Leof. Why then the wrath of Heaven hath three tails, [London. The devil only one. [Exit Bishop of Enter Archbishop Stigand.

Ask our Archbishop. Stigand should know the purposes of Heaven. [face of heaven,

Stigand. Not I. I cannot read the Perhaps our vines will grow the better

for it. [the king's face on his coins. Leof. (laughing.) He can but read Stig. Ay, ay, young lord, there the

king's face is power. [lic fear, Gurth. O father mock not at a pubBut tell us, is this pendent hell in hea

ven

A harm to England?

Stig, Ask it of King Edward! And he may tell thee, I am a harm to England.

Old uncanonical Stigand-ask of me Who had my pallium from an Antipope? [world Not he the man- - for in our windy What's up is faith, what's down is heresy. [shake his chair.. Our friends, the Normans, holp to I have a Norman fever on me, son, And cannot answer sanely. What it means? Ask our broad Earl. [Pointing to Harold, who enters.

...

Harold seeing Gamel). Hail, Gamel, son of Orm! [Gamel, Albeit no rolling stone, my good friend Thou hast rounded since we met. Thy life at home [not

Is easier than mine here. Look! am I Work-wan, flesh-fallen!

Gamel. Art thou sick, good Earl ? Haur. Sick as an autumn swallow for a voyage, [hound

Sick for an idle week of hawk and Beyond the seas-a change! Whe:i cames: thou hither?

Gamel. To-day, good Earl.
Har. Is the North quiet, Gamel?
Gamel. Nay, there be murmurs, for
thy brother breaks us

With over-taxing-quiet, ay, as yet-
Nothing as yet.

Har. Stand by him, mine old friend, Thou art a great voice in Northumberland! [hear thee. Advise him: speak him sweetly, he will Stand Ho is passionate but honest. thou by him! [weird sign More talk of this to-morrow, if yon Not blast us in our dreams. - - Well, father Stigand—

To Stigand, who advances to him. War Stigand (pointing to the comet).

here, my son? is that the doom of England?

Har. Why not the doom of all the

Makes it on earth: but look where Edward draws

A faint foot hither, leaning upon Tostig.

He hath learnt to love our Tostig much of late. [tiger in him, Leef. And he hath learnt, despite the To sleek and supple himself to the king's hand. [cures the evil Gurth. I trust the kingly touch that May serve to charm the tiger out of him. Leof. He hath as much of cat as tiger in him. [man. Our Tostig loves the hand and not the Har. Nay! Better die than lie! Enter King, Queen and Tostig. Edw. In heaven signs! Signs upon earth! signs everywhere! your Priests

Gross, worldly, simoniacal, unlearned! They scarce can read their Psalter: [manland and your churches Uncouthi, unhandsome, while in NorGod speaks thro' abler voices, as Ho dwells [being

In statelier shrines. I say not this, as Half Norman-blooded, nor as some have held,

Because I love the Norman better-no, But dreading God's revenge upon this realm [say it

For narrowness and coldness: and I
For the last time perchance, before I go
To find the sweet refreshment of the
Saints.

I have lived a life of utter purity:
I have builded the great church of

Holy Peter;