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and all the fools laugh at it. (Let the] wise and goodly slit each other's noses and ears (having no need of any sense of discernment in their craft); and the knaves, to marshal them, join in a procession to Bedlam, to intreat the madmen to omit their sublime Platonic contemplations, and manage the state of England. Let all the honest men who lie pinched up at the prisons or the pillories, in custody of the pursuivants of the High Commission Court, marshal them.
Enter Secretary LYTTELTON, with papers.
These stiff Scots
Wentworth, Shall be myself in Ireland, and shall add Your wisdom, gentleness, and energy, To what in me were wanting.-My Lord
Weston, Look that those merchants draw not without loss Their bullion from the Tower; and, on the
payment Of ship-money, take fullest compensation For violation of our royal forests, Whose limits, from neglect, have been o'er
grown With cottages and cornfields. The uttermost Farthing exact from those who claim exemption From knighthood : that which once was a reward
89 Shall thus be made a punishment, that subjects May know how majesty can wear at will The rugged mood.—My Lord of Coventry,
Lay my command upon the Courts below
The fool is here.
What, my Archy? He mocks and mimics all he sees and hears, Yet with a quaint and graceful license.-
Prithee For this once do not as Prynne would, were he
108 Primate of England. With your Grace's leave, He lives in his own world ; and, like a parrot Hung in his gilded prison from the window Of a queen's bower over the public way, Blasphemes with a bird's mind :-his words,
like arrows Which know no aim beyond the archer's wit, Strike sometimes what eludes philosophy.(TO ARCHY) Go, sirrah, and repent of your
offence Ten minutes in the rain : be it your penance
To bring news how the world goes there.
Poor Archy! He weaves about himself a world of mirth Out of the wreck of ours.
My lord, Pray overlook these papers. Archy's words Had wings, but these have talons.
And the lion That wears them must be tamed. My dearest
lord, I see the new-born courage in your eye Armed to strike dead the spirit of the time, Which spurs to rage the many-headed beast. Do thou persist: for, faint but in resolve, 129 And it were better thou hadst still remained The slave of thine own slaves, who tear like
The fugitive, and flee from the pursuer;
Should fall as from a glorious pinnacle
Beloved friend, God is my witness that this weight of power, Which he sets me my earthly task to wield Under his law, is my delight and pride Only because thou lovest that and me. For a king bears the office of a God To all the under world ; and to his God 150 Alone he must deliver up his trust, Unshorn of its permitted attributes. [It seems] now as the baser elements Had mutinied against the golden sun That kindles them to harmony, and quells Their self-destroying rapine. The wild million Strike at the eye that guides them; like as
humours Of the distempered body that conspire Against the spirit of life throned in the heart,And thus become the prey of one another, 160 And last of death. ...
STRAFFORD. That which would be ambition in a subject Is duty in a sovereign ; for on him, As on a keystone, hangs the arch of life, Whose safety is its strength. Degree and form, And all that makes the age of reasoning man More memorable than a beast's, depend on
thisThat Right should fence itself inviolably With power; in which respect the state of
England From usurpation by the insolent commons 170 Cries for reform.
Get treason, and spare treasure. Fee with coin
Or war or pestilence or Nature's self, 180
Nor let your Majesty
Where now they sit, and awfully serene
storms Philip the second of Spain, this Lewis of
France, And late the German head of many bodies, And every petty lord of Italy, Quelled or by arts or arms. Is England poorer Or feebler ? or art thou who wield'st her