30 40 That set Jack Straw on fire. The spirit lives. ... 10 Wherefore our Queen and time Council at this Adjudge him to the death. He hath been a traitor, A shaker and confounder of the realm; And when the King's divorce was sued at Rome, He here, this heretic metropolitan, For warning and example. Take therefore, all, example by this man, 21 30 40 John: 'Love of this world is hatred against God.' Obey your King and Queen, and not for dread As much as in you lieth. Hurt no man more Than you would harm your loving natural brother Of the same roof, same breast. If any do, Albeit he think himself at home with God, Of this be sure, he is whole worlds away. Fourthly, to those that own exceeding wealth, Remember that sore saying spoken once By Him that was the truth, How hard it is For the rich man to enter into Heaven;' 90 Let all rich men remember that hard word. I have not time for more: if ever, now Let them flow forth in charity, seeing now The poor so many, and all food so dear. Long have I lain in prison, yet have heard Of all their wretchedness. Give to the poor, Ye give to God. He is with us in the poor. And now, and forasmuch as I have come To the last end of life, and thereupon Cole. Hear him, my good brethren. In every article of the Catholic faith, Cole. Be plainer, Master Cranmer. Upon my conscience more than anything And, since my hand offended, having written Against my heart, my hand shall first be burnt, So I may come to the fire. Williams. You know that all you said you recanted Touching the sacrament in that same book You wrote against my Lord of Winchester; Dissemble not; play the plain Christian man. Cranmer. Alas, my Lord, 100 ΠΙΟ 120 I have been a man loved plainness all my 130 life; I did dissemble, but the hour has come say, I hold by all I wrote within that book. As for the Pope I count him Antichrist, Williams. Harm him not, harm him not! (Cranmer goes out. Lord William Howard and Lord Paget are left alone.) Paget. The nave and aisles all empty as a 140 fool's jest! No, here's Lord William Howard. What, my Lord, You have not gone to see the burning? I saw the deaths of Latimer and Ridley. Moreover, tho' a Catholic, I would not, For the pure honour of our common nature, Hear what I might-another recantation 150 Of Cranmer at the stake. 160 Paget. You'd not hear that. He passed out smiling, and he walked up right; His eye was like a soldier's, whom the general He looks to and he leans on as his God, Hath rated for some backwardness and bidden him Charge one against a thousand, and the man Hurls his soiled life against the pikes and dies. Howard. Yet that he might not after all those papers Of recantation yield again, who knows? Paget. Papers of recantation! Think you then That Cranmer read all papers that he signed? Or signed all those they tell us that he signed? Nay, I trow not: and you shall see, my Lord, See also BECKET That howsoever hero-like the man Looked somewhat crooked on him in his frieze; But after they had stript him to his shroud, And washed his hands and all his face therein, ACT V.-Scene 2.-'What noise was that' (p. 742)—'here will you find me ' (p. 745). 17 187 Hedzoff (taking a death-warrant out of his dressing-gown pocket), Hedzoff, good Hedzoff, seize upon the Prince. Thou'lt find him in his chamber two pair up. But now he dared, with sacrilegious hand, to strike the sacred nightcap of a king-Hedzoff, and floor me with a warming-pan! Away! no more demur, the villain dies! See it be done, or else-h'm! -ha!-h'm!-mind thine own eyes! [Exit. Hed. Poor, poor Giglio, my noble young Prince! is it my hand must lead thee to death? Gruff. Lead him to fiddlestick, Hedzoff! The King said you were to hang the Prince. Well, hang the Prince. Hed. I don't understand you. Gruff. You gaby! he didn't say which Prince. Hed. No; he didn't say which, certainly. Gruff. Well, then, take Bulbo, and hang him! Hed. Obedience is a soldier's honour. Prince Bulbo's head will do capitally. Bulbo. (Knocks at the door, Bulbo within.) Who's there? 20 30 50 but you will have to act for yourself, and it's a pity to wake Baron Sleibootz. Bulbo. Of course, Captain, you are come about that affair with Prince Giglio? Hed. Precisely, that affair of Prince Giglio. Bulbo. Is it to be pistols or swords, Captain? I'm a pretty good hand with both, and I'll do for Prince Giglio as sure as my name is my Royal Highness Prince Bulbo. Hed. There's some mistake, my lord. The business is done with axes among us. Bulbo. Axes? That's sharp work. Call my chamberlain, he'll be my second, and in ten minutes, I flatter myself, you'll see Master Giglio's head off his impertinent shoulders. I'm hungry for his blood. Hoo-oo, aw! Hed. I beg your pardon, sir, but by this warrant I am to take you prisoner, and hand you over to-to the executioner. Bulbo. Pooh, pooh! my good man!-Stop, I say-ho!-hulloa! Enter GUARDS. Hed. Here is the warrant. (Shows it.) [Exeunt HEDZOFF, BULBO, and GUARDS. King. (Looks out of window.) So much for 60 Giglio. Now let's go to breakfast. (Speaks within.) Mrs V., let us have sausages for breakfast! Remember, we have Prince Bulbo staying with us. Where is his Royal Highness? John. I've a-took up his Roilinessesses shaving-water and his clothes and things, and he wasn't in his room, which I 'spose his Royliness was just stepped hout. King. Stepped out before breakfast in the snow! Impossible! (Sticking his fork into a sausage.) My dear, take one. Angelica, won't you have a saveloy? Enter GLUMBOSO and CAPTAIN HEDZoff. Glum. I am afraid, your MajestyKing. No business before breakfast, Glum! Breakfast first, business next. Mrs V., some more sugar! Glum. Sire, I am afraid if we wait till after breakfast it will be too late. He-he-he'll be hanged at half-past nine. Ang. Don't talk about hanging and spoil my breakfast, you unkind vulgar man, you! John, some mustard. Pray, who is to be hanged? Glum. Sire, it is the Prince. King. Talk about business after breakfast, I tell you! Glum. We shall have a war, sire, depend on it. His father, King Padella King. His father, King who? King Padella is not Giglio's father. My brother, King Savio, was Giglio's father. Glum. It's Prince Bulbo they are hanging, sire, not Prince Giglio. Hed. You told me to hang the Prince, and I took the ugly one. I didn't, of course, think your Majesty intended to murder your own flesh and blood! (King flings a plate at Hedzoff's head.) Ang. Heekaree-karee! (Faints.) King. Turn the cock of the urn upon Her Royal Highness: the boiling water will revive her. (King looks at his watch, then at the clock in the parlour, then at the clock in the square, winds it up, shakes it, looks at it again.) The great question is, am I fast or am I slow? If I'm slow, we may as well go on with breakfast. If I'm fast, why, there is just the possibility of saving Prince Bulbo. It's a doosid awkward mistake, and upon my word, Hedzoff, I have the greatest mind to have you hanged too. Hed. Sire, I did but my duty; a soldier has but his orders. I didn't expect after fortyseven years of faithful service that my sovereign would think of putting me to a felon's death! Ang. A hundred thousand plagues upon you! Can't you see that while you are talking my Bulbo is being hanged? King. By Jove! she's always right, that girl, and I'm so absent (looking at his watch again). Ha! Hark! there go the drums! What a doosid awkward thing though! Write the Ang. O papa, you goose! reprieve, and let me run with it. (Gets a sheet of paper, and pen, and ink, and lays them before the King.) King. Confound it! where are my spectacles? Angelica! go up into my bedroom, look under my pillow, not your mamma's, there you'll see my keys. Bring them down to me, and[Exit ANGELICA. Well, well! what impetuous things these girls are! Re-enter ANGELICA. Now, love, you must go all the way back for my desk, in which my spectacles are. If you would but have heard me out[Exit ANGELICA. Be hanged to her! There she is off again. Angelica! ANGELICA! precious existence, sweet rosebud: to prevent thy being nipped in thy young bloom! Had aught befallen thee, Angelica too had died, and welcomed death that joined her to her Bulbo. Bulbo. H'm! there's no accounting for tastes. I tell you what it is, Angelica, since I came here yesterday there has been such a row, and disturbance, and quarrelling, and fighting, and chopping of heads off, and the deuce to pay, that I am inclined to go back to Crim Tartary. Ang. But with me as thy bride, my Bulbo ! Though wherever thou art is Crim Tartary to me, my bold, my beautiful, my Bulbo! Bulbo. Well, well, I suppose we must be married, doctor; you came to read the funeral service, read the marriage service, will you? What must be, must. That will satisfy Angelica, and then, in the name of peace and quietness, do let us go back to breakfast. |