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May yet be healed.—The king is just and

gracious, Though wicked counsels now pervert his will: These once cast off


As adders cast their skins And keep their venom, so kings often change; Councils and counsellors hang on one another, Hiding the loathsome..., Like the base patchwork of a leper's rags. 130

The Youth. O, still those dissonant thoughts !-List how

the music Grows on the enchanted air! And see, the

torches Restlessly flashing, and the crowd divided Like waves before an admiral's prow!


Give place

To the Marshal of the Mask !


Room for the King !

THE YOUTH. How glorious! See those thronging chariots Rolling, like painted clouds before the wind, Behind their solemn steeds: how some are

shaped Like curvèd shells dyed by the azure depths Of Indian seas; some like the new-born moon; And some like cars in which the Romans climbed

141 (Canopied by Victory's eagle wings outspread)

The Capitolian.-See how gloriously
The mettled horses in the torchlight stir
Their gallant riders, while they check their

Like shapes of some diviner element
Than English air, and beings nobler than
The envious and admiring multitude.

SECOND CITIZEN. Aye, there they areNobles, and sons of nobles, patentees, 150 Monopolists, and stewards of this poor farm, On whose lean sheep sit the prophetic crows. Here is the pomp that strips the houseless

orphan, Here is the pride that breaks the desolate heart. These are the lilies glorious as Solomon, Who toil not, neither do they spin,—unless It be the webs they catch poor rogues withal. Here is the surfeit which, to them who earn The niggard wages of the earth, scarce leaves The tithe that will support them till they

crawl Back to her cold hard bosom. Here is health Followed by grim disease, glory by shame, Waste by lame famine, wealth by squalid

want, And England's sin by England's punishment. And, as the effect pursues the cause foregone, Lo, giving substance to my words, behold At once the sign and the thing signifiedA troop of cripples, beggars, and lean outcasts, Horsed upon stumbling jades, carted with dung, Dragged for a day from cellars and low cabins And rotten hiding-holes, to point the moral 171 Of this presentment, and bring up the rear Of painted pomp with misery!

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'Tis but The anti-mask, and serves as discords do In sweetest music. Who would love May

If they succeeded not to Winter's flaw;
Or day unchanged by night; or joy itself
Without the touch of sorrow?


I and thou ...


Place, give place!

SCENE II. A Chamber in Whitehall. Enter

the King, QUEEN, LAUD, LORD STRAFFORD, LORD COTTINGTON, and other Lords; ARCHY; also St. John, with some Gentlemen of the Inns of Court.

Thanks, gentlemen. I heartily accept
This token of your service: your gay mask
Was performed gallantly. And it shows well
When subjects twine such flowers of observance
With the sharp thorns that deck the English

A gentle heart enjoys what it confers,
Even as it suffers that which it inflicts,
Though Justice guides the stroke.
Accept my hearty thanks.


And, gentlemen, Call your poor Queen your debtor. Your

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Rose on me like the figures of past years,
Treading their still path back to infancy,
More beautiful and mild as they draw nearer
The quiet cradle. I could have almost wept
To think I was in Paris, where these shows
Are well devised—such as I was ere yet
My young heart shared a portion of the

burthen, The careful weight, of this great monarchy. There, gentlemen, between the sovereign's

pleasure And that which it regards, no clamour lifts 20 Its proud interposition.

In Paris ribald censurers dare not move · Their poisonous tongues against these sinless

sports ; And his smile Warms those who bask in it, as ours would do If ... Take my heart's thanks : add them,

gentlemen, To those good words which, were he King of

My royal lord would turn to golden deeds.

St. John. Madam, the love of Englishmen can make The lightest favour of their lawful king 30 Outweigh a despot's.—We humbly take our

leaves, Enriched by smiles which France can never buy. [Exeunt St. John and the Gentlemen of

the Inns of Court.

King. My Lord Archbishop, Mark you what spirit sits in St. John's eyes ? Methinks it is too saucy for this presence.

ARCHY. Yes, pray your Grace look: for, like an unsophisticated . . . sees everything upside down, you who are wise will discern the shadow of an idiot in lawn sleeves and a rochet setting springes to catch woodcocks in haymaking time. Poor Archy, whose owl-eyes are tempered to the error of his age, and because he is a fool, and by special ordinance of God forbidden ever to see himself as he is, sees now in that deep eye a blindfold devil sitting on the ball, and weighing words out between king and subjects. One scale is full of promises, and the other full of protestations: and then another devil creeps behind the first out of the dark windings [of a] pregnant lawyer's brain, and takes the bandage from the other's eyes, and throws a sword into the left-hand scale, for all the world like my Lord Essex's there.

A rod in pickle for the Fool's back!

54 ARCHY. Aye, and some are now smiling whose tears will make the brine; for the Fool sees. . .

STRAFFORD. Insolent! You shall have your coat turned and be whipped out of the palace for this.

ARCHY. When all the fools are whipped, and all the protestant writers, while the knaves are whipping the fools ever since a thief was set to catch a thief. If all turncoats were whipped out of palaces, poor Archy would be disgraced in good company. Let the knaves whip the fools,

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