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Lord Alfred Tennyson

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• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

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Tennyson Complete Works World's Best Collection

This is the world’s best Alfred Lord Tennyson collection, including the most complete set of Tennyson’s works available plus many free bonus materials.

Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson was Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland during much of Queen Victoria’s reign and remains one of the most popular British poets. He is the ninth most frequently quoted writer in The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations and responsible for many common phrases such as: ‘tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all’ and ‘to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield’ among many others

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In this irresistible collection you get a full set of Tennyson’s works, both his well-known as well as his rare, with more than 400 different works - All Tennyson’s poetry, All his plays, All major and minor works, All his poetry collections, Plus his rare early poems. With a Biography and More Extra Bonus material.

Works Included:

The Plays Of Tennyson:

Queen Mary: A Drama

Harold: A Drama

Becket

The Cup - A Tragedy

The Falcon

The Promise Of May

The Foresters

The Poetry Collections:

Maud, And Other Poems

The Lady Of Shalott And Other Poems

Demeter And Other Poems

Idylls Of The King

English Idyls, And Other Poems

Ballads And Other Poems

The Death Of Œnone, And Other Poems

Tiresias, And Other Poems

Juvenilia - Tennyson’s Early Poems

Enoch Arden, And Other Poems

The Princess

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Tennyson’s Life And Poetry - A biography of Tennyson’s intriguing life.

Literary Essay On Tennyson – a comprehensive essay about Tennyson and his works

Historical Context and Literary Context Notes - Detailed explanations of the Victorian Era and Victorian Literature, written specially for this collection.

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Leseprobe

Table of Contents

Title Page

HISTORICAL CONTEXT – THE VICTORIAN ERA

THE PLAYS OF TENNYSON

THE POETICAL WORKS

LOCKSLEY HALL SIXTY YEARS AFTER.

THE LADY OF SHALOTT AND OTHER POEMS

DEMETER AND OTHER POEMS

IDYLLS OF THE KING

ENGLISH IDYLS, AND OTHER POEMS

BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS

THE DEATH OF ŒNONE, AND OTHER POEMS

TIRESIAS, AND OTHER POEMS

JUVENILIA - TENNYSON'S EARLY POEMS

ENOCH ARDEN, AND OTHER POEMS

THE PRINCESS

OTHER POEMS

TENNYSON’S LIFE AND POETRY

LITERARY ESSAY ON TENNYSON

LORD ALFRED TENNYSON COMPLETE WORKS WORLD’S BEST COLLECTION

Edited By Darryl Marks

LORD ALFRED TENNYSON COMPLETE WORKS WORLD’S BEST COLLECTION - Original Publication Dates Poems and Works of Tennyson – circa 1892 Tennyson’s Life And Poetry - Eugene Parsons – 1892 Literary and General Lectures and Essays - Charles Kingsley – circa 1875 First Imagination Books edition published 2018 Copyright © 2018 by Darryl Marks and Infinite Eternity Entertainment LLC All Rights Reserved."HISTORICAL CONTEXT: THE VICTORIAN ERA " Copyright © 2018 by Darryl Marks and Infinite Eternity Entertainment LLC All Rights Reserved.

HISTORICAL CONTEXT – THE VICTORIAN ERA

The Victorian Era

The Victorian era was the period of Queen Victoria's reign, from 20 June 1837 until her death on 22 January 1901.

The era followed the Georgian period (and Regency Period ) and preceded the Edwardian period

From a historical point of view, in terms of moral sensibilities and political reforms, the period can arguably be said to have begun with the passing of the Reform Act of 1832.

Ideologically, the Victorian era witnessed resistance to the rationalism that defined the Georgian period and an increasing turn towards romanticism and even mysticism with regard to religion, social values, and arts.

Religiously, there was a strong drive for higher moral standards. Indeed, moral standards improved very dramatically, especially for the middle class. As will be explained, this resulted in the idea of the typical Victorian – upstanding, moral, working to better him/herself and working towards the greater good for all society, in and outside of the empire.

From this stand point, term ‘Victorian Morality’ is often used to describe the people and the belief system of the era - this encompassed sexual proprietary, hard work, honesty, thriftiness, a sense of duty and responsibility towards the less well-off who deserved help.

The negative aspects of this typical ‘Victorian personality’ has also led to Victorians be characterized as stodgy, stuck up, preachy and stoic.

In England itself, there was an increasing shift towards social and political reform, in real terms. Indeed, when Victorians spoke about justice, ending poverty or child-labor and about improving the quality of life, they meant it and they meant it not just for their own country.

Other notable elements of typical Victorian Era people included:

Moral values such as Sabbath observance, responsibility, charitably charity, discipline in the home, and self-examination for the smallest faults and needs of improvement.

Historians continue to debate the various causes of this dramatic change and the ‘creation’ of the Victorian morality. Some emphasize the strong reaction against the French Revolution (1789 onwards). There was also the powerful role of the evangelical movement among religious organizations of the time and factions inside the established Church of England. These religious and political reformers set up organizations (with growing number of followers) that monitored behavior and pushed for government action.

Class Structure

In terms of this shift, between 1780 and 1850 the English ceased to be one of the most aggressive, brutal, rowdy, outspoken, riotous, cruel and bloodthirsty nations in the world and became one of the most inhibited, polite, orderly, tender-minded, prudish and hypocritical.

Among the higher social classes, there was less gambling, horse races, obscene theatres and prostitution. The debauchery of aristocratic England in the early 19th century simply disappeared.

In England itself, politics became increasingly liberal with shifts in the direction of gradual political reform and industrial reform.

The two main political parties during the era were the Whigs/Liberals and the Conservatives, and by the end of the Victorian Era, the Labour Party had formed as a distinct political entity.

Literature

The problem with the classification of "Victorian literature" is the difference between early works and later works of periods, the later works said to have more in common with the writers of the Edwardian period. Many writers straddle this divide.

Victorian literature is preceded by Romanticism and Realism and Modernism, and in some way can be said to be a mixture of both schools of literature and arts. It could be called a fusion of romantic and realist style of writing.

There were, however significant differences.

Firstly, in the Romantic period, poetry had been the dominant genre, but in the Victorian Eras, the novel became the dominant form of entertainment. The novel itself, as a concept of entertainment vehicle, had not been popular for many years, in neglect since the 1830s, but grew in popularity during this period.

Victorian novels showed idealized portraits of difficult lives in which hard work, perseverance, love and luck win out in the end.

This encapsulated the Victorian morality of improvement and betterment in life, with a central moral lesson at heart. This changed in tone and style as the century progressed and life began to change.

Some of the most famous novelists from this Victorian Era include:

Charles Dickens (1812–1870) – He dominated the first part of Victoria's reign, starting with his first novel, The Pickwick Papers, (written when he was 25 and published in 1836). His works often had a satirical edge and through his popular writing, he also highlighted social problems and the plight of the poor and oppressed.

William Makepeace Thackeray's (1811–1863) – His most famous work Vanity Fair appeared in 1848.

The Brontë sisters, Charlotte (1816–55), Emily (1818–48) and Anne (1820–49) – they published significant works in the 1840s, including the Gothic-influenced Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre. Anne's second novel The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1848) was written in realistic rather than romantic style and is mainly considered to be the first sustained feminist novels.

George Eliot (Mary Anne Evans) (1819–80) - Middlemarch (1872) was a later work in the last part of the Victorian era, and is regarded by many as the greatest British novel ever written.

Thomas Hardy (1840–1928) - Under the Greenwood Tree (1872) Jude the Obscure (1895) are also later Victorian era novels that are extremely, highly regarded.

Lewis Carroll, R. M. Ballantyne and Anna Sewell wrote mainly for children, although they had an adult following – Lewis Carroll’s works produced a new genre of writing, known as Nonsense Verse or Nonsense Poetry.

Another major movement in Victorian literature was a tendency towards darker themes and Gothic imagery. These tales often revolved around larger-than-life characters such as Sherlock Holmes, and other flamboyant and individual fictional characters such as Dracula, Edward Hyde and The Invisible Man who often had exotic enemies to foil.

This Gothic literature combined romance and horror, to thrill and terrify the reader with foreign monsters, ghosts, curses, hidden rooms and witchcraft.

This resurgence in Gothic themes is even evident in Oscar Wilde’s ‘A Picture of Dorian Gray’.

Poetry

Much of the poetical work of the time is seen as a bridge between the romantic era and the modernist poetry of the next century.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Robert Browning (1812–89) and Alfred Tennyson (1809–92) were Victorian England's most famous poets. Alfred Lord Tennyson held the poet laureateship of England for over forty years, and the works of the Browning’s produced many beautiful, tender and passionate poems, during the period when they conducted their love affair through letters and verse.

One of the aspects of much of Victorian Literature was a renewed interest in both classical literature and medieval literature.

The stories of heroism and chivalry, of knights and nobility, of honor and kinship, became important again. In a way, this renewed interest echoed the Victorian morality of the day, and the heroism and noble, courtly behavior of the characters was in some way imparted onto Victorian society and the empire itself.

The best example of this is Alfred Tennyson's ‘Idylls of the King’, where he blended legends of King Arthur with contemporary ideas.

Theatre

It was not until the last decades of the nineteenth century that any significant works were produced. This began with Gilbert and Sullivan's comic operas, from the 1870s, various plays of George Bernard Shaw (1856–1950) in the 1890s, and Oscar Wilde's (1854–1900) The Importance of Being Earnest, which held an ironic mirror to the aristocracy while displaying virtuosic mastery of wit and paradoxical wisdom.

Scientific Books

The Victorian era was an important time for the development of science and one book in particular remains famous as both a work of ‘literature’, a dividing line in society, and an example of this Victorian era scientific development - Charles Darwin's On the Origin of Species, with his theory of evolution, challenged many of the ideas the Victorians had.

Common themes in Victorian Literature

There are several characteristics of Victorian Literature:

Firstly, as said, literature in the Victorian age tended to come face to face with realism. They focused more on real people, real problems and practical interests. In this way, the literature also became a powerful instrument for human progress.

Victorian literature also seems to deviate from the idea of “art for art’s sake” and asserts its moral purpose – it had a message to state besides just entertainment.

Lastly, there was more pessimism and confusion within the age and this was reflected in the works.

Famous Victorian novelists and poets include: Matthew Arnold, the Bronte sisters, Christina Rossetti, Joseph Conrad, Robert Browning, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Edward Bulwer-Lytton, Wilkie Collins, Charles Dickens, Benjamin Disraeli, George Eliot, George Meredith, Elizabeth Gaskell, George Gissing, Richard Jefferies, Thomas Hardy, A. E. Housman, Rudyard Kipling, Robert Louis Stevenson, Bram Stoker, Algernon Charles Swinburne, Philip Meadows Taylor, Alfred Lord Tennyson biography, William Thackeray, Anthony Trollope, George MacDonald, G.M. Hopkins, Oscar Wilde, Lewis Carroll.

Event Timeline of the Victorian Era:

1832

Passing of the first Reform Act.

The 1843 launch of the Great Britain, the revolutionary ship of Isambard Kingdom Brunel

1837

Ascension of Queen Victoria to the throne.

1838

Treaty of Balta Liman (Great Britain trade alliance with the Ottoman Empire)

1839

First Opium War (1839–42) fought between Britain and China.

1840

Queen Victoria marries Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg-Saalfield. He had been naturalised and granted the British style of Royal Highness beforehand. For the next 17 years, he was known as HRH Prince Albert.

1840

New Zealand becomes a British colony, through the Treaty of Waitangi. No longer part of New South Wales

First Opium War: British ships approaching Canton in May 1841

1842

The Mines Act of 1842 banned women/children from working in coal, iron, lead and tin mining.

1845

The Irish famine begins. Within 5 years it would become the UK's worst human disaster, with starvation and emigration reducing the population of Ireland itself by over 50%. The famine permanently changed Ireland's and Scotland's demographics and became a rallying point for nationalist sentiment that pervaded British politics for much of the following century.

1846

Repeal of the Corn Laws.

1848

Death of around 2,000 people a week in a cholera epidemic.

The last of the mail coaches at Newcastle upon Tyne, 1848

1850

Restoration of the Roman Catholic hierarchy in England and Wales. (Scotland did not follow until 1878.)

1851

The Great Exhibition (the first World's Fair) is held at the Crystal Palace.

1854

Crimean War: Britain, France and Turkey declare limited war on Russia. Russia loses.

1857

The Indian Mutiny, a concentrated revolt in northern India against the rule of the privatey owned British East India Company.

1858

The Prime Minister, Lord Palmerston, responds to the Orsini plot against French emperor Napoleon III, the bombs for which were purchased in Birmingham, by attempting to make such acts a felony; the resulting uproar forces him to resign.

1859

Charles Darwin publishes On the Origin of Species, which leads to various reactions.

Victoria and Albert's first grandchild, Prince Wilhelm of Prussia, is born — he later became William II, German Emperor.

1861

Death of Prince Albert - Queen Victoria refuses to go out in public for many years, and when she did she wore a widow's bonnet instead of the crown.

1865

Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is published.

1876

Scottish-born inventor Alexander Graham Bell patents the telephone.

1879

The Battle of Isandlwana is the first major encounter in the Anglo-Zulu War.

Following the Fourth Anglo-Ashanti War in 1896, the British proclaimed a protectorate over the Ashanti Kingdom.

1881

The British suffer defeat at the Battle of Majuba Hill, leading to the signing of a peace treaty and later the Pretoria Convention, between the British and the reinstated South African Republic, ending the First Boer War. Sometimes claimed to mark the beginning of the decline of the British Empire.

1882

British troops begin the occupation of Egypt by taking the Suez Canal, to secure the vital trade route and passage to India, and the country becomes a protectorate.

1885

Blackpool Electric Tramway Company starts the first electric tram service in the United Kingdom.

1886

Prime Minister William Ewart Gladstone and the Liberal Party tries passing the First Irish Home Rule Bill, but the House of Commons rejects it.

1888

The serial killer known as Jack the Ripper murders and mutilates five (and possibly more) prostitutes on the streets of London.

1889

British and Australian officers in South Africa during the Second Boer War

1898

British and Egyptian troops led by Horatio Kitchener defeat the Mahdist forces at the battle of Omdurman, thus establishing British dominance in the Sudan. Winston Churchill takes part in the British cavalry charge at Omdurman.

1899

The Second Boer War is fought between the British Empire and the two independent Boer republics. The Boers finally surrendered and the British annexed the Boer republics.

1901

The death of Victoria sees the end of this era. The ascension of her eldest son, Edward, begins the Edwardian era.

Changes in Society

The joke goes that Victorians were so prudish they even covered piano legs with little pantalettes. Even saying the word "leg" at all was sometimes considered scandalous.

Although many see Victorians as stiff, proper, old-fashioned, it must be remembered that there were great changes, both social, political and industrial that occurred during the Victorian era that helped propel the Empire and the world into the next century.

Examples include:

The invention of railways, photography, electricity and the telegraph.

Political reform and social movement, specifically the rapid rise of the middle class, which helped displace the complete control the aristocrats had long exercised.

The abolishing of slavery movement.

The creation of the concept of Agnosticism and Free Thinking.

The rise of the concept of Feminisim, changing the traditional view of women as only being involved with the running of the household and raising of children.

Abolishing and reform in terms of child slavery and child labor.

Legacy

The legacy of the Victorian era continues through its literature, music and art, through technological and scientific advances that still enrich human life. One significant aspect of Victorian morality was its focus on public duty and responsibility, its eschewing of vices and lecherous behavior, all of which still echoes around the world today.

Timeline of Literary and Art Movements

Timeline of English history

Prehistoric Britainuntil c. 43

Roman Britainc. 43–410

Anglo-Saxonc. 500–1066

Norman1066–1154

Plantagenet1154–1485

Tudor1485–1603

Elizabethan1558–1603

Stuart1603–1714

Jacobean1603–1625

Caroline1625–1649

(Interregnum)1649–1660

Restoration1660–1714

Georgian1714–1837

Regency1811–1820

Victorian1837–1901

Edwardian1901–1914

First World War1914–1918

Interwar Britain1918–1939

Second World War1939–1945

THE PLAYS OF TENNYSON

By Lord Alfred Tennyson

QUEEN MARY: A DRAMA.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

QUEEN MARY.

PHILIP, King of Naples and Sicily, afterwards King of Spain.

THE PRINCESS ELIZABETH.

REGINALD POLE, Cardinal and Papal Legate.

SIMON RENARD, Spanish Ambassador.

LE SIEUR DE NOAILLES, French Ambassador.

THOMAS CRANMER, Archbishop of Canterbury.

SIR NICHOLAS HEATH, Archbishop of York; Lord Chancellor after Gardiner.

EDWARD COURTENAY, Earl of Devon.

LORD WILLIAM HOWARD, afterwards Lord Howard, and Lord High Admiral.

LORD WILLIAMS OF THAME.

LORD PAGET.

LORD PETRE.

STEPHEN GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester and Lord Chancellor.

EDMUND BONNER, Bishop of London.

THOMAS THIRLBY, Bishop of Ely.

SIR THOMAS WYATT |

SIR THOMAS STAFFORD | Insurrectionary Leaders.

SIR RALPH BAGENHALL.

SIR ROBERT SOUTHWELL.

SIR HENRY BEDINGFIELD.

SIR WILLIAM CECIL.

SIR THOMAS WHITE, Lord Mayor of London.

THE DUKE OF ALVA |

THE COUNT DE FERIA | attending on Philip.

PETER MARTYR.

FATHER COLE.

FATHER BOURNE.

VILLA GARCIA.

SOTO.

CAPTAIN BRETT |

ANTHONY KNYVETT | Adherents of Wyatt.

PETERS, Gentleman of Lord Howard.

ROGER, Servant to Noailles.

WILLIAM, Servant to Wyatt.

STEWARD OF HOUSEHOLD to the Princess Elizabeth.

OLD NOKES and NOKES.

MARCHIONESS OF EXETER, Mother of Courtenay.

LADY CLARENCE |

LADY MAGDALEN DACRES | Ladies in Waiting to the Queen.

ALICE | to the Princess Elizabeth.

MAID OF HONOUR |

JOAN |

TIB | two Country Wives.

Lords and other Attendants, Members of the Privy Council,

Members of Parliament, Two Gentlemen, Aldermen,

Citizens, Peasants, Ushers, Messengers, Guards, Pages,

Gospellers, Marshalmen, etc.

QUEEN MARY.

ACT I.

SCENE I.—ALDGATE RICHLY DECORATED.

CROWD. MARSHALMEN.

MARSHALMAN. Stand back, keep a clear lane! When will her Majesty pass, sayst thou? why now, even now; wherefore draw back your heads and your horns before I break them, and make what noise you will with your tongues, so it be not treason. Long live Queen Mary, the lawful and legitimate daughter of Harry the Eighth! Shout, knaves!

CITIZENS. Long live Queen Mary!

FIRST CITIZEN. That's a hard word, legitimate; what does it mean?

SECOND CITIZEN. It means a bastard.

THIRD CITIZEN. Nay, it means true-born.

FIRST CITIZEN. Why, didn't the Parliament make her a bastard?

SECOND CITIZEN. No; it was the Lady Elizabeth.

THIRD CITIZEN. That was after, man; that was after.

FIRST CITIZEN. Then which is the bastard?

SECOND CITIZEN. Troth, they be both bastards by Act of Parliament and

Council.

THIRD CITIZEN. Ay, the Parliament can make every true-born man of us a bastard. Old Nokes, can't it make thee a bastard? thou shouldst know, for thou art as white as three Christmasses.

OLD NOKES (dreamily). Who's a-passing? King Edward or King Richard?

THIRD CITIZEN. No, old Nokes.

OLD NOKES. It's Harry!

THIRD CITIZEN. It's Queen Mary.

OLD NOKES. The blessed Mary's a-passing! [Falls on his knees.

NOKES. Let father alone, my masters! he's past your questioning.

THIRD CITIZEN. Answer thou for him, then thou'rt no such cockerel thyself, for thou was born i' the tail end of old Harry the Seventh.

NOKES. Eh! that was afore bastard-making began. I was born true man at five in the forenoon i' the tail of old Harry, and so they can't make me a bastard.

THIRD CITIZEN. But if Parliament can make the Queen a bastard, why, it follows all the more that they can make thee one, who art fray'd i' the knees, and out at elbow, and bald o' the back, and bursten at the toes, and down at heels.

NOKES. I was born of a true man and a ring'd wife, and I can't argue upon it; but I and my old woman 'ud burn upon it, that would we.

MARSHALMAN. What are you cackling of bastardy under the Queen's own nose? I'll have you flogg'd and burnt too, by the Rood I will.

FIRST CITIZEN. He swears by the Rood. Whew!

SECOND CITIZEN. Hark! the trumpets.

[The Procession passes, MARY and ELIZABETH riding side by side, and disappears under the gate.

CITIZENS. Long live Queen Mary! down with all traitors! God save her Grace; and death to Northumberland! [Exeunt.

Manent TWO GENTLEMEN.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. By God's light a noble creature, right royal!

SECOND GENTLEMAN. She looks comelier than ordinary to-day; but to my mind the Lady Elizabeth is the more noble and royal.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. I mean the Lady Elizabeth. Did you hear (I have a daughter in her service who reported it) that she met the Queen at Wanstead with five hundred horse, and the Queen (tho' some say they be much divided) took her hand, call'd her sweet sister, and kiss'd not her alone, but all the ladies of her following.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. Ay, that was in her hour of joy; there will be plenty to sunder and unsister them again: this Gardiner for one, who is to be made Lord Chancellor, and will pounce like a wild beast out of his cage to worry Cranmer.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. And furthermore, my daughter said that when there rose a talk of the late rebellion, she spoke even of Northumberland pitifully, and of the good Lady Jane as a poor innocent child who had but obeyed her father; and furthermore, she said that no one in her time should be burnt for heresy.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. Well, sir, I look for happy times.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. There is but one thing against them. I know not if you know.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. I suppose you touch upon the rumour that Charles, the master of the world, has offer'd her his son Philip, the Pope and the Devil. I trust it is but a rumour.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. She is going now to the Tower to loose the prisoners there, and among them Courtenay, to be made Earl of Devon, of royal blood, of splendid feature, whom the council and all her people wish her to marry. May it be so, for we are many of us Catholics, but few Papists, and the Hot Gospellers will go mad upon it.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. Was she not betroth'd in her babyhood to the Great

Emperor himself?

FIRST GENTLEMAN. Ay, but he's too old.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. And again to her cousin Reginald Pole, now Cardinal; but I hear that he too is full of aches and broken before his day.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. O, the Pope could dispense with his Cardinalate, and his achage, and his breakage, if that were all: will you not follow the procession?

SECOND GENTLEMAN. No; I have seen enough for this day.

FIRST GENTLEMAN. Well, I shall follow; if I can get near enough I shall judge with my own eyes whether her Grace incline to this splendid scion of Plantagenet.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.—A ROOM IN LAMBETH PALACE.

CRANMER. To Strasburg, Antwerp, Frankfort, Zurich, Worms,

Geneva, Basle—our Bishops from their sees

Or fled, they say, or flying—Poinet, Barlow,

Bale, Scory, Coverdale; besides the Deans

Of Christchurch, Durham, Exeter, and Wells—

Ailmer and Bullingham, and hundreds more;

So they report: I shall be left alone.

No: Hooper, Ridley, Latimer will not fly.

Enter PETER MARTYR.

PETER MARTYR. Fly, Cranmer! were there nothing else, your name

Stands first of those who sign'd the Letters Patent

That gave her royal crown to Lady Jane.

CRANMER.

Stand first it may, but it was written last:

Those that are now her Privy Council, sign'd

Before me: nay, the Judges had pronounced

That our young Edward might bequeath the crown

Of England, putting by his father's will.

Yet I stood out, till Edward sent for me.

The wan boy-king, with his fast-fading eyes

Fixt hard on mine, his frail transparent hand,

Damp with the sweat of death, and griping mine,

Whisper'd me, if I loved him, not to yield

His Church of England to the Papal wolf

And Mary; then I could no more—I sign'd.

Nay, for bare shame of inconsistency,

She cannot pass her traitor council by,

To make me headless.

PETER MARTYR. That might be forgiven.

I tell you, fly, my Lord. You do not own

The bodily presence in the Eucharist,

Their wafer and perpetual sacrifice:

Your creed will be your death.

CRANMER. Step after step,

Thro' many voices crying right and left,

Have I climb'd back into the primal church,

And stand within the porch, and Christ with me:

My flight were such a scandal to the faith,

The downfall of so many simple souls,

I dare not leave my post.

PETER MARTYR. But you divorced

Queen Catharine and her father; hence, her hate

Will burn till you are burn'd.

CRANMER. I cannot help it.

The Canonists and Schoolmen were with me.

'Thou shalt not wed thy brother's wife.'—'Tis written,

'They shall be childless.' True, Mary was born,

But France would not accept her for a bride

As being born from incest; and this wrought

Upon the king; and child by child, you know,

Were momentary sparkles out as quick

Almost as kindled; and he brought his doubts

And fears to me. Peter, I'll swear for him

He did believe the bond incestuous.

But wherefore am I trenching on the time

That should already have seen your steps a mile

From me and Lambeth? God be with you! Go.

PETER MARTYR. Ah, but how fierce a letter you wrote against

Their superstition when they slander'd you

For setting up a mass at Canterbury

To please the Queen.

CRANMER. It was a wheedling monk

Set up the mass.

PETER MARTYR. I know it, my good Lord.

But you so bubbled over with hot terms

Of Satan, liars, blasphemy, Antichrist,

She never will forgive you. Fly, my Lord, fly!

CRANMER. I wrote it, and God grant me power to burn!

PETER MARTYR. They have given me a safe conduct: for all that

I dare not stay. I fear, I fear, I see you,

Dear friend, for the last time; farewell, and fly.

CRANMER. Fly and farewell, and let me die the death.

[Exit PETER MARTYR.

Enter OLD SERVANT.

O, kind and gentle master, the Queen's Officers

Are here in force to take you to the Tower.

CRANMER. Ay, gentle friend, admit them. I will go.

I thank my God it is too late to fly.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.—ST. PAUL'S CROSS.

FATHER BOURNE in the pulpit. A CROWD. MARCHIONESS OF EXETER, COURTENAY. The SIEUR DE NOAILLES and his man ROGER in front of the stage. Hubbub.

NOAILLES. Hast thou let fall those papers in the palace?

ROGER. Ay, sir.

NOAILLES. 'There will be no peace for Mary till

Elizabeth lose her head.'

ROGER. Ay, sir.

NOAILLES. And the other, 'Long live Elizabeth the Queen!'

ROGER. Ay, sir; she needs must tread upon them.

NOAILLES. Well.

These beastly swine make such a grunting here,

I cannot catch what Father Bourne is saying.

ROGER. Quiet a moment, my masters; hear what the shaveling has to say for himself.

CROWD. Hush—hear!

BOURNE.—and so this unhappy land, long divided in itself, and sever'd from the faith, will return into the one true fold, seeing that our gracious Virgin Queen hath——

CROWD. No pope! no pope!

ROGER (to those about him, mimicking BOURNE).—hath sent for the holy legate of the holy father the Pope, Cardinal Pole, to give us all that holy absolution which——

FIRST CITIZEN. Old Bourne to the life!

SECOND CITIZEN. Holy absolution! holy Inquisition!

THIRD CITIZEN. Down with the Papist!

[Hubbub.

BOURNE.—and now that your good bishop,

Bonner, who hath lain so long under bonds for the

faith—

[Hubbub.

NOAILLES. Friend Roger, steal thou in among the crowd,

And get the swine to shout Elizabeth.

Yon gray old Gospeller, sour as midwinter,

Begin with him.

ROGER (goes). By the mass, old friend, we'll have no pope here while the Lady Elizabeth lives.

GOSPELLER. Art thou of the true faith, fellow, that swearest by the mass?

ROGER. Ay, that am I, new converted, but the old leaven sticks to my tongue yet.

FIRST CITIZEN. He says right; by the mass we'll have no mass here.

VOICES OF THE CROWD. Peace! hear him; let his own words damn the

Papist. From thine own mouth I judge thee—tear him down!

BOURNE.—and since our Gracious Queen, let me call her our second

Virgin Mary, hath begun to re-edify the true temple——,

FIRST CITIZEN. Virgin Mary! we'll have no virgins here—we'll have the

Lady Elizabeth!

[Swords are drawn, a knife is hurled and sticks in

the pulpit. The mob throng to the pulpit stairs.

MARCHIONESS OF EXETER. Son Courtenay, wilt thou see the holy father Murdered before thy face? up, son, and save him! They love thee, and thou canst not come to harm.

COURTENAY (in the pulpit). Shame, shame, my masters! are you

English-born, And set yourselves by hundreds against one?

CROWD. A Courtenay! a Courtenay!

[A train of Spanish servants crosses at the back of the stage.

NOAILLES. These birds of passage come before their time:

Stave off the crowd upon the Spaniard there.

ROGER. My masters, yonder's fatter game for you

Than this old gaping gurgoyle: look you there—

The Prince of Spain coming to wed our Queen!

After him, boys! and pelt him from the city.

[They seize stones and follow the Spaniards.

Exeunt on the other side MARCHIONESS OF

EXETER and ATTENDANTS.

NOAILLES (to ROGER).

Stand from me. If Elizabeth lose her head—

That makes for France.

And if her people, anger'd thereupon,

Arise against her and dethrone the Queen—

That makes for France.

And if I breed confusion anyway—

That makes for France.

Good-day, my Lord of Devon;

A bold heart yours to beard that raging mob!

COURTENAY. My mother said, Go up; and up I went.

I knew they would not do me any wrong,

For I am mighty popular with them, Noailles.

NOAILLES. You look'd a king.

COURTENAY. Why not? I am king's blood.

NOAILLES. And in the whirl of change may come to be one.

COURTENAY. Ah!

NOAILLES. But does your gracious Queen entreat you kinglike?

COURTENAY. 'Fore God, I think she entreats me like a child.

NOAILLES. You've but a dull life in this maiden court, I fear, my

Lord?

COURTENAY. A life of nods and yawns.

NOAILLES. So you would honour my poor house to-night,

We might enliven you. Divers honest fellows,

The Duke of Suffolk lately freed from prison,

Sir Peter Carew and Sir Thomas Wyatt,

Sir Thomas Stafford, and some more—we play.

COURTENAY. At what?

NOAILLES. The Game of Chess.

COURTENAY. The Game of Chess!

I can play well, and I shall beat you there.

NOAILLES. Ay, but we play with Henry, King of France,

And certain of his court.

His Highness makes his moves across the Channel,

We answer him with ours, and there are messengers

That go between us.

COURTENAY. Why, such a game, sir, were whole years a playing.

NOAILLES. Nay; not so long I trust. That all depends

Upon the skill and swiftness of the players.

COURTENAY. The King is skilful at it?

NOAILLES. Very, my Lord.

COURTENAY. And the stakes high?

NOAILLES. But not beyond your means.

COURTENAY. Well, I'm the first of players, I shall win.

NOAILLES. With our advice and in our company,

And so you well attend to the king's moves,

I think you may.

COURTENAY. When do you meet?

NOAILLES. To-night.

COURTENAY (aside).

I will be there; the fellow's at his tricks—

Deep—I shall fathom him. (Aloud) Good morning,

Noailles.

[Exit COURTENAY.

NOAILLES. Good-day, my Lord. Strange game of chess! a King

That with her own pawns plays against a Queen,

Whose play is all to find herself a King.

Ay; but this fine blue-blooded Courtenay seems

Too princely for a pawn. Call him a Knight,

That, with an ass's, not a horse's head,

Skips every way, from levity or from fear.

Well, we shall use him somehow, so that Gardiner

And Simon Renard spy not out our game

Too early. Roger, thinkest thou that anyone

Suspected thee to be my man?

ROGER. Not one, sir.

NOAILLES. No! the disguise was perfect. Let's away.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.—LONDON. A ROOM IN THE PALACE. ELIZABETH. Enter COURTENAY.

COURTENAY. So yet am I,

Unless my friends and mirrors lie to me,

A goodlier-looking fellow than this Philip.

Pah!

The Queen is ill advised: shall I turn traitor?

They've almost talked me into it: yet the word

Affrights me somewhat: to be such a one

As Harry Bolingbroke hath a lure in it.

Good now, my Lady Queen, tho' by your age,

And by your looks you are not worth the having,

Yet by your crown you are. [Seeing ELIZABETH.

The Princess there?

If I tried her and la—she's amorous.

Have we not heard of her in Edward's time,

Her freaks and frolics with the late Lord Admiral?

I do believe she'd yield. I should be still

A party in the state; and then, who knows—

ELIZABETH. What are you musing on, my Lord of Devon?

COURTENAY. Has not the Queen—

ELIZABETH. Done what, Sir?

COURTENAY. —made you follow

The Lady Suffolk and the Lady Lennox?—

You,

The heir presumptive.

ELIZABETH. Why do you ask? you know it.

COURTENAY. You needs must bear it hardly.

ELIZABETH. No, indeed!

I am utterly submissive to the Queen.

COURTENAY. Well, I was musing upon that; the Queen

Is both my foe and yours: we should be friends.

ELIZABETH. My Lord, the hatred of another to us

Is no true bond of friendship.

COURTENAY. Might it not

Be the rough preface of some closer bond?

ELIZABETH. My Lord, you late were loosed from out the Tower,

Where, like a butterfly in a chrysalis,

You spent your life; that broken, out you flutter

Thro' the new world, go zigzag, now would settle

Upon this flower, now that; but all things here

At court are known; you have solicited

The Queen, and been rejected.

COURTENAY. Flower, she!

Half faded! but you, cousin, are fresh and sweet

As the first flower no bee has ever tried.

ELIZABETH. Are you the bee to try me? why, but now

I called you butterfly.

COURTENAY. You did me wrong,

I love not to be called a butterfly:

Why do you call me butterfly?

ELIZABETH. Why do you go so gay then?

COURTENAY. Velvet and gold.

This dress was made me as the Earl of Devon

To take my seat in; looks it not right royal?

ELIZABETH. So royal that the Queen forbad you wearing it.

COURTENAY. I wear it then to spite her.

ELIZABETH. My Lord, my Lord;

I see you in the Tower again. Her Majesty

Hears you affect the Prince—prelates kneel to

you.—

COURTENAY. I am the noblest blood in Europe, Madam,

A Courtenay of Devon, and her cousin.

ELIZABETH. She hears you make your boast that after all

She means to wed you. Folly, my good Lord.

COURTENAY. How folly? a great party in the state

Wills me to wed her.

ELIZABETH. Failing her, my Lord,

Doth not as great a party in the state

Will you to wed me?

COURTENAY. Even so, fair lady.

ELIZABETH. You know to flatter ladies.

COURTENAY. Nay, I meant

True matters of the heart.

ELIZABETH. My heart, my Lord,

Is no great party in the state as yet.

COURTENAY. Great, said you? nay, you shall be great. I love you,

Lay my life in your hands. Can you be close?

ELIZABETH. Can you, my Lord?

COURTENAY. Close as a miser's casket.

Listen:

The King of France, Noailles the Ambassador,

The Duke of Suffolk and Sir Peter Carew,

Sir Thomas Wyatt, I myself, some others,

Have sworn this Spanish marriage shall not be.

If Mary will not hear us—well—conjecture—

Were I in Devon with my wedded bride,

The people there so worship me—Your ear;

You shall be Queen.

ELIZABETH. You speak too low, my Lord;

I cannot hear you.

COURTENAY. I'll repeat it.

ELIZABETH. No!

Stand further off, or you may lose your head.

COURTENAY. I have a head to lose for your sweet sake.

ELIZABETH. Have you, my Lord? Best keep it for your own.

Nay, pout not, cousin.

Not many friends are mine, except indeed

Among the many. I believe you mine;

And so you may continue mine, farewell,

And that at once.

Enter MARY, behind.

MARY. Whispering—leagued together

To bar me from my Philip.

COURTENAY. Pray—consider—

ELIZABETH (seeing the QUEEN).

Well, that's a noble horse of yours, my Lord.

I trust that he will carry you well to-day,

And heal your headache.

COURTENAY. You are wild; what headache?

Heartache, perchance; not headache.

ELIZABETH (aside to COURTENAY). Are you blind?

[COURTENAY sees the QUEEN and exit. Exit MARY.

Enter LORD WILLIAM HOWARD.

HOWARD. Was that my Lord of Devon? do not you

Be seen in corners with my Lord of Devon.

He hath fallen out of favour with the Queen.

She fears the Lords may side with you and him

Against her marriage; therefore is he dangerous.

And if this Prince of fluff and feather come

To woo you, niece, he is dangerous everyway.

ELIZABETH. Not very dangerous that way, my good uncle.

HOWARD. But your own state is full of danger here.

The disaffected, heretics, reformers,

Look to you as the one to crown their ends.

Mix not yourself with any plot I pray you;

Nay, if by chance you hear of any such,

Speak not thereof—no, not to your best friend,

Lest you should be confounded with it. Still—

Perinde ac cadaver—as the priest says,

You know your Latin—quiet as a dead body.

What was my Lord of Devon telling you?

ELIZABETH. Whether he told me anything or not,

I follow your good counsel, gracious uncle.

Quiet as a dead body.

HOWARD. You do right well.

I do not care to know; but this I charge you,

Tell Courtenay nothing. The Lord Chancellor

(I count it as a kind of virtue in him,

He hath not many), as a mastiff dog

May love a puppy cur for no more reason

Than that the twain have been tied up together,

Thus Gardiner—for the two were fellow-prisoners

So many years in yon accursed Tower—

Hath taken to this Courtenay. Look to it, niece,

He hath no fence when Gardiner questions him;

All oozes out; yet him—because they know him

The last White Rose, the last Plantagenet

(Nay, there is Cardinal Pole, too), the people

Claim as their natural leader—ay, some say,

That you shall marry him, make him King belike.

ELIZABETH. Do they say so, good uncle?

HOWARD. Ay, good niece!

You should be plain and open with me, niece.

You should not play upon me.

ELIZABETH. No, good uncle.

Enter GARDINER.

GARDINER. The Queen would see your Grace upon the moment.

ELIZABETH. Why, my lord Bishop?

GARDINER. I think she means to counsel your withdrawing

To Ashridge, or some other country house.

ELIZABETH. Why, my lord Bishop?

GARDINER. I do but bring the message, know no more.

Your Grace will hear her reasons from herself.

ELIZABETH. 'Tis mine own wish fulfill'd before the word

Was spoken, for in truth I had meant to crave

Permission of her Highness to retire

To Ashridge, and pursue my studies there.

GARDINER. Madam, to have the wish before the word

Is man's good Fairy—and the Queen is yours.

I left her with rich jewels in her hand,

Whereof 'tis like enough she means to make

A farewell present to your Grace.

ELIZABETH. My Lord,

I have the jewel of a loyal heart.

GARDINER. I doubt it not, Madam, most loyal.

[Bows low and exit.

HOWARD. See,

This comes of parleying with my Lord of Devon.

Well, well, you must obey; and I myself

Believe it will be better for your welfare.

Your time will come.

ELIZABETH. I think my time will come.

Uncle,

I am of sovereign nature, that I know,

Not to be quell'd; and I have felt within me

Stirrings of some great doom when God's just hour

Peals—but this fierce old Gardiner—his big baldness,

That irritable forelock which he rubs,

His buzzard beak and deep-incavern'd eyes

Half fright me.

HOWARD. You've a bold heart; keep it so.

He cannot touch you save that you turn traitor;

And so take heed I pray you—you are one

Who love that men should smile upon you, niece.

They'd smile you into treason—some of them.

ELIZABETH. I spy the rock beneath the smiling sea.

But if this Philip, the proud Catholic prince,

And this bald priest, and she that hates me, seek

In that lone house, to practise on my life,

By poison, fire, shot, stab—

HOWARD. They will not, niece.

Mine is the fleet and all the power at sea—

Or will be in a moment. If they dared

To harm you, I would blow this Philip and all

Your trouble to the dogstar and the devil.

ELIZABETH. To the Pleiads, uncle; they have lost a sister.

HOWARD. But why say that? what have you done

to lose her?

Come, come, I will go with you to the Queen.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.—A ROOM IN THE PALACE.

MARY with PHILIP'S miniature. ALICE.

MARY (kissing the miniature).

Most goodly, King-like and an Emperor's son,—

A king to be,—is he not noble, girl?

ALICE. Goodly enough, your Grace, and yet, methinks,

I have seen goodlier.

MARY. Ay; some waxen doll

Thy baby eyes have rested on, belike;

All red and white, the fashion of our land.

But my good mother came (God rest her soul)

Of Spain, and I am Spanish in myself,

And in my likings.

ALICE. By your Grace's leave

Your royal mother came of Spain, but took

To the English red and white. Your royal father

(For so they say) was all pure lily and rose

In his youth, and like a lady.

MARY. O, just God!

Sweet mother, you had time and cause enough

To sicken of his lilies and his roses.

Cast off, betray'd, defamed, divorced, forlorn!

And then the King—that traitor past forgiveness,

The false archbishop fawning on him, married

The mother of Elizabeth—a heretic

Ev'n as she is; but God hath sent me here

To take such order with all heretics

That it shall be, before I die, as tho'

My father and my brother had not lived.

What wast thou saying of this Lady Jane,

Now in the Tower?

ALICE. Why, Madam, she was passing

Some chapel down in Essex, and with her

Lady Anne Wharton, and the Lady Anne

Bow'd to the Pyx; but Lady Jane stood up

Stiff as the very backbone of heresy.

And wherefore bow ye not, says Lady Anne,

To him within there who made Heaven and Earth?

I cannot, and I dare not, tell your Grace

What Lady Jane replied.

MARY. But I will have it.

ALICE. She said—pray pardon me, and pity her—

She hath harken'd evil counsel—ah! she said,

The baker made him.

MARY. Monstrous! blasphemous!

She ought to burn. Hence, thou (Exit ALICE). No—being traitor

Her head will fall: shall it? she is but a child.

We do not kill the child for doing that

His father whipt him into doing—a head

So full of grace and beauty! would that mine

Were half as gracious! O, my lord to be,

My love, for thy sake only.

I am eleven years older than he is.

But will he care for that?

No, by the holy Virgin, being noble,

But love me only: then the bastard sprout,

My sister, is far fairer than myself.

Will he be drawn to her?

No, being of the true faith with myself.

Paget is for him—for to wed with Spain

Would treble England—Gardiner is against him;

The Council, people, Parliament against him;

But I will have him! My hard father hated me;

My brother rather hated me than loved;

My sister cowers and hates me. Holy Virgin,

Plead with thy blessed Son; grant me my prayer:

Give me my Philip; and we two will lead

The living waters of the Faith again

Back thro' their widow'd channel here, and watch

The parch'd banks rolling incense, as of old,

To heaven, and kindled with the palms of Christ!

Enter USHER.

Who waits, sir?

USHER. Madam, the Lord Chancellor.

MARY. Bid him come in. (Enter GARDINER.)

Good morning, my good Lord.

[Exit USHER.

GARDINER. That every morning of your Majesty

May be most good, is every morning's prayer

Of your most loyal subject, Stephen Gardiner.

MARY. Come you to tell me this, my Lord?

GARDINER. And more.

Your people have begun to learn your worth.

Your pious wish to pay King Edward's debts,

Your lavish household curb'd, and the remission

Of half that subsidy levied on the people,

Make all tongues praise and all hearts beat for you.

I'd have you yet more loved: the realm is poor,

The exchequer at neap-tide: we might withdraw

Part of our garrison at Calais.

MARY. Calais!

Our one point on the main, the gate of France!

I am Queen of England; take mine eyes, mine heart,

But do not lose me Calais.

GARDINER. Do not fear it.

Of that hereafter. I say your Grace is loved.

That I may keep you thus, who am your friend

And ever faithful counsellor, might I speak?

MARY. I can forespeak your speaking. Would I marry

Prince Philip, if all England hate him? That is

Your question, and I front it with another:

Is it England, or a party? Now, your answer.

GARDINER. My answer is, I wear beneath my dress

A shirt of mail: my house hath been assaulted,

And when I walk abroad, the populace,

With fingers pointed like so many daggers,

Stab me in fancy, hissing Spain and Philip;

And when I sleep, a hundred men-at-arms

Guard my poor dreams for England. Men would murder me,

Because they think me favourer of this marriage.

MARY. And that were hard upon you, my Lord Chancellor.

GARDINER. But our young Earl of Devon—

MARY. Earl of Devon?

I freed him from the Tower, placed him at Court;

I made him Earl of Devon, and—the fool—

He wrecks his health and wealth on courtesans,

And rolls himself in carrion like a dog.

GARDINER. More like a school-boy that hath broken bounds,

Sickening himself with sweets.

MARY. I will not hear of him.

Good, then, they will revolt: but I am Tudor,

And shall control them.

GARDINER. I will help you, Madam,

Even to the utmost. All the church is grateful.

You have ousted the mock priest, repulpited

The shepherd of St. Peter, raised the rood again,

And brought us back the mass. I am all thanks

To God and to your Grace: yet I know well,

Your people, and I go with them so far,

Will brook nor Pope nor Spaniard here to play

The tyrant, or in commonwealth or church.

MARY (_showing the picture). _Is this the face of one who plays the tyrant? Peruse it; is it not goodly, ay, and gentle?

GARDINER. Madam, methinks a cold face and a haughty.

And when your Highness talks of Courtenay—

Ay, true—a goodly one. I would his life

Were half as goodly (aside).

MARY. What is that you mutter?

GARDINER. Oh, Madam, take it bluntly; marry Philip,

And be stepmother of a score of sons!

The prince is known in Spain, in Flanders, ha!

For Philip—

MARY. You offend us; you may leave us.

You see thro' warping glasses.

GARDINER. If your Majesty—

MARY. I have sworn upon the body and blood of Christ

I'll none but Philip.

GARDINER. Hath your Grace so sworn?

MARY. Ay, Simon Renard knows it.

GARDINER. News to me!

It then remains for your poor Gardiner,

So you still care to trust him somewhat less

Than Simon Renard, to compose the event

In some such form as least may harm your Grace.

MARY. I'll have the scandal sounded to the mud.

I know it a scandal.

GARDINER. All my hope is now

It may be found a scandal.

MARY. You offend us.

GARDINER (aside).

These princes are like children, must be physick'd,

The bitter in the sweet. I have lost mine office,

It may be, thro' mine honesty, like a fool.

[Exit.

Enter USHER.

MARY. Who waits?

USHER. The Ambassador from France, your Grace.

MARY (sits down).

Bid him come in. Good morning, Sir de Noailles.

[Exit USHER,

NOAILLES (entering).

A happy morning to your Majesty.

MARY. And I should some time have a happy morning;

I have had none yet. What says the King your master?

NOAILLES. Madam, my master hears with much alarm,

That you may marry Philip, Prince of Spain—

Foreseeing, with whate'er unwillingness,

That if this Philip be the titular king

Of England, and at war with him, your Grace

And kingdom will be suck'd into the war,

Ay, tho' you long for peace; wherefore, my master,

If but to prove your Majesty's goodwill,

Would fain have some fresh treaty drawn between you.

MARY. Why some fresh treaty? wherefore should I do it?

Sir, if we marry, we shall still maintain

All former treaties with his Majesty.

Our royal word for that! and your good master,

Pray God he do not be the first to break them,

Must be content with that; and so, farewell.

NOAILLES (going, returns).

I would your answer had been other, Madam,

For I foresee dark days.

MARY. And so do I, sir;

Your master works against me in the dark.

I do believe he holp Northumberland

Against me.

NOAILLES. Nay, pure phantasy, your Grace.

Why should he move against you?

MARY. Will you hear why?

Mary of Scotland,—for I have not own'd

My sister, and I will not,—after me

Is heir of England; and my royal father,

To make the crown of Scotland one with ours,

Had mark'd her for my brother Edward's bride;

Ay, but your king stole her a babe from Scotland

In order to betroth her to your Dauphin.

See then:

Mary of Scotland, married to your Dauphin,

Would make our England, France;

Mary of England, joining hands with Spain,

Would be too strong for France.

Yea, were there issue born to her, Spain and we,

One crown, might rule the world. There lies your fear.

That is your drift. You play at hide and seek.

Show me your faces!

NOAILLES. Madam, I am amazed:

French, I must needs wish all good things for France.

That must be pardon'd me; but I protest

Your Grace's policy hath a farther flight

Than mine into the future. We but seek

Some settled ground for peace to stand upon.

MARY. Well, we will leave all this, sir, to our council.

Have you seen Philip ever?

NOAILLES. Only once.

MARY. Is this like Philip?

NOAILLES. Ay, but nobler-looking.

MARY. Hath he the large ability of the Emperor?

NOAILLES. No, surely.

MARY. I can make allowance for thee,

Thou speakest of the enemy of thy king.

NOAILLES. Make no allowance for the naked truth.

He is every way a lesser man than Charles;

Stone-hard, ice-cold—no dash of daring in him.

MARY. If cold, his life is pure.

NOAILLES. Why (smiling), no, indeed.

MARY. Sayst thou?

NOAILLES. A very wanton life indeed (smiling).

MARY. Your audience is concluded, sir.

[Exit NOAILLES.

You cannot

Learn a man's nature from his natural foe.

Enter USHER.

Who waits?

USHER. The Ambassador of Spain, your Grace. [Exit.

Enter SIMON RENARD.

MARY (rising to meet him).

Thou art ever welcome, Simon Renard. Hast thou

Brought me the letter which thine Emperor promised

Long since, a formal offer of the hand Of Philip?

RENARD. Nay, your Grace, it hath not reach'd me.

I know not wherefore—some mischance of flood,

And broken bridge, or spavin'd horse, or wave

And wind at their old battle: he must have written.

MARY. But Philip never writes me one poor word.

Which in his absence had been all my wealth.

Strange in a wooer!

RENARD. Yet I know the Prince,

So your king-parliament suffer him to land,

Yearns to set foot upon your island shore.

MARY. God change the pebble which his kingly foot

First presses into some more costly stone

Than ever blinded eye. I'll have one mark it

And bring it me. I'll have it burnish'd firelike;

I'll set it round with gold, with pearl, with diamond.

Let the great angel of the church come with him;

Stand on the deck and spread his wings for sail!

God lay the waves and strow the storms at sea,

And here at land among the people! O Renard,

I am much beset, I am almost in despair.

Paget is ours. Gardiner perchance is ours;

But for our heretic Parliament—

RENARD. O Madam,

You fly your thoughts like kites. My master, Charles,

Bad you go softly with your heretics here,

Until your throne had ceased to tremble. Then

Spit them like larks for aught I care. Besides,

When Henry broke the carcase of your church

To pieces, there were many wolves among you

Who dragg'd the scatter'd limbs into their den.

The Pope would have you make them render these;

So would your cousin, Cardinal Pole; ill counsel!

These let them keep at present; stir not yet

This matter of the Church lands. At his coming

Your star will rise.

MARY. My star! a baleful one.

I see but the black night, and hear the wolf.

What star?

RENARD. Your star will be your princely son,

Heir of this England and the Netherlands!

And if your wolf the while should howl for more,

We'll dust him from a bag of Spanish gold.

I do believe, I have dusted some already,

That, soon or late, your Parliament is ours.

MARY. Why do they talk so foully of your Prince,

Renard?

RENARD. The lot of Princes. To sit high

Is to be lied about.

MARY. They call him cold,

Haughty, ay, worse.

RENARD. Why, doubtless, Philip shows

Some of the bearing of your blue blood—still

All within measure—nay, it well becomes him.

MARY. Hath he the large ability of his father?

RENARD. Nay, some believe that he will go beyond him.

MARY. Is this like him?

RENARD. Ay, somewhat; but your Philip

Is the most princelike Prince beneath the sun.

This is a daub to Philip.

MARY. Of a pure life?

RENARD. As an angel among angels. Yea, by Heaven,

The text—Your Highness knows it, 'Whosoever

Looketh after a woman,' would not graze

The Prince of Spain. You are happy in him there,

Chaste as your Grace!

MARY. I am happy in him there.

RENARD. And would be altogether happy, Madam,

So that your sister were but look'd to closer.

You have sent her from the court, but then she goes,

I warrant, not to hear the nightingales,

But hatch you some new treason in the woods.

MARY. We have our spies abroad to catch her tripping,

And then if caught, to the Tower.

RENARD. The Tower! the block!

The word has turn'd your Highness pale; the thing

Was no such scarecrow in your father's time.

I have heard, the tongue yet quiver'd with the jest

When the head leapt—so common! I do think

To save your crown that it must come to this.

MARY. No, Renard; it must never come to this.

RENARD. Not yet; but your old Traitors of the Tower—

Why, when you put Northumberland to death,

The sentence having past upon them all,

Spared you the Duke of Suffolk, Guildford Dudley,

Ev'n that young girl who dared to wear your crown?

MARY. Dared? nay, not so; the child obey'd her father.

Spite of her tears her father forced it on her.

RENARD. Good Madam, when the Roman wish'd to reign,

He slew not him alone who wore the purple,

But his assessor in the throne, perchance

A child more innocent than Lady Jane.

MARY. I am English Queen, not Roman Emperor.

RENARD. Yet too much mercy is a want of mercy,

And wastes more life. Stamp out the fire, or this

Will smoulder and re-flame, and burn the throne

Where you should sit with Philip: he will not come

Till she be gone.

MARY. Indeed, if that were true—

For Philip comes, one hand in mine, and one

Steadying the tremulous pillars of the Church—

But no, no, no. Farewell. I am somewhat faint

With our long talk. Tho' Queen, I am not Queen

Of mine own heart, which every now and then

Beats me half dead: yet stay, this golden chain—

My father on a birthday gave it me,

And I have broken with my father—take

And wear it as memorial of a morning

Which found me full of foolish doubts, and leaves me

As hopeful.

RENARD (aside). Whew—the folly of all follies

Is to be love-sick for a shadow. (Aloud) Madam,

This chains me to your service, not with gold,

But dearest links of love. Farewell, and trust me,

Philip is yours.

[Exit.

MARY. Mine—but not yet all mine.

Enter USHER.

USHER. Your Council is in Session, please your Majesty.

MARY. Sir, let them sit. I must have time to breathe.

No, say I come. (Exit USHER.) I won by boldness once.

The Emperor counsell'd me to fly to Flanders.

I would not; but a hundred miles I rode,

Sent out my letters, call'd my friends together,

Struck home and won.

And when the Council would not crown me—thought

To bind me first by oaths I could not keep,

And keep with Christ and conscience—was it boldness

Or weakness that won there? when I, their Queen,

Cast myself down upon my knees before them,

And those hard men brake into woman tears,

Ev'n Gardiner, all amazed, and in that passion

Gave me my Crown.

Enter ALICE.

Girl; hast thou ever heard

Slanders against Prince Philip in our Court?

ALICE. What slanders? I, your Grace; no, never.

MARY. Nothing?

ALICE. Never, your Grace.

MARY. See that you neither hear them nor repeat!

ALICE (aside).

Good Lord! but I have heard a thousand such.

Ay, and repeated them as often—mum!

Why comes that old fox-Fleming back again?

Enter RENARD.

RENARD. Madam, I scarce had left your Grace's presence

Before I chanced upon the messenger

Who brings that letter which we waited for—

The formal offer of Prince Philip's hand.

It craves an instant answer, Ay or No.

MARY. An instant Ay or No! the Council sits.

Give it me quick.

ALICE (stepping before her).

Your Highness is all trembling.

MARY. Make way. [Exit into the Council Chamber.

ALICE. O, Master Renard, Master Renard,

If you have falsely painted your fine Prince;

Praised, where you should have blamed him, I pray God

No woman ever love you, Master Renard.

It breaks my heart to hear her moan at night

As tho' the nightmare never left her bed.

RENARD. My pretty maiden, tell me, did you ever

Sigh for a beard?

ALICE. That's not a pretty question.

RENARD. Not prettily put? I mean, my pretty maiden,

A pretty man for such a pretty maiden.

ALICE. My Lord of Devon is a pretty man.

I hate him. Well, but if I have, what then?

RENARD. Then, pretty maiden, you should know that whether

A wind be warm or cold, it serves to fan

A kindled fire.

ALICE. According to the song.

His friends would praise him, I believed 'em,

His foes would blame him, and I scorn'd 'em,

His friends—as Angels I received 'em,

His foes—the Devil had suborn'd 'em.

RENARD. Peace, pretty maiden.

I hear them stirring in the Council Chamber.

Lord Paget's 'Ay' is sure—who else? and yet,

They are all too much at odds to close at once

In one full-throated No! Her Highness comes.

Enter MARY.

ALICE. How deathly pale!—a chair, your Highness

[Bringing one to the QUEEN.

RENARD. Madam,

The Council?

MARY. Ay! My Philip is all mine.

[Sinks into chair, half fainting.

ACT II

SCENE I.—ALINGTON CASTLE.

SIR THOMAS WYATT. I do not hear from Carew or the Duke

Of Suffolk, and till then I should not move.

The Duke hath gone to Leicester; Carew stirs

In Devon: that fine porcelain Courtenay,

Save that he fears he might be crack'd in using,

(I have known a semi-madman in my time

So fancy-ridd'n) should be in Devon too.

Enter WILLIAM.

News abroad, William?

WILLIAM. None so new, Sir Thomas, and none so old, Sir Thomas. No new

news that Philip comes to wed Mary, no old news that all men hate it.

Old Sir Thomas would have hated it. The bells are ringing at

Maidstone. Doesn't your worship hear?

WYATT. Ay, for the Saints are come to reign again.

Most like it is a Saint's-day. There's no call

As yet for me; so in this pause, before

The mine be fired, it were a pious work

To string my father's sonnets, left about

Like loosely-scatter'd jewels, in fair order,

And head them with a lamer rhyme of mine,

To grace his memory.

WILLIAM. Ay, why not, Sir Thomas? He was a fine courtier, he; Queen

Anne loved him. All the women loved him. I loved him, I was in Spain

with him. I couldn't eat in Spain, I couldn't sleep in Spain. I hate

Spain, Sir Thomas.

WYATT. But thou could'st drink in Spain if I remember.

WILLIAM. Sir Thomas, we may grant the wine. Old Sir Thomas always granted the wine.