Cromwell eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 119 pages of information about Cromwell.

Cromwell eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 119 pages of information about Cromwell.
And now I bend me, though my tingling ears
Unconscious but drink in the deep-drawn sigh,
That doth attend on greatness. 
This is folly. 
O coward fancy, lie still in thy grave! 
A king doth keep his coffin, why not thou? 
I’ll meet him like a conqueror, whose cheek
Flushes with manly pity.  Could it be
That he had lived without his country’s shame! 
But no! and thus, I come, Charles Stuart! to tell
Thy bloodless clay, that I repent me not
No! if a hecatomb of kings were slain,
I’d own the deed unto their legion’d spirits! [Exit, L.]

SCENE IV.

[Last Grooves.]

A State Room in Whitehall.  The moon shines through the windows.

On a large bed with crimson hangings, surmounted with black plumes, is seen a Coffin and pall, richly emblazoned with the royal arms of England.  On each side an Ironside keeping guard with a matchlock.  They walk to and fro, and speak as they meet.

1st Iron. I tell thee, Bowtell, I would this watch were over.

2nd Iron. I would it were a bright morning, with our pike-heads glittering in the sun.  I would rather it were a charge of Rupert’s best cavalry in our rear.

1st Iron. I mind when I saw him once alive, ’twas at the close of the fight, and he would have charged once more, but a false Scotch noble held him back to his ruin.  Had I been he, I would have cloven the false Scot to the chine.  I was a prisoner, and near him; he had a tall white plume then.  His dark face showed very eager beneath it.

2nd.  Iron. Ay, I have heard good Jepherson tell of it, and how the Lord blinded them all.

1st Iron. I mind his very words,—­ “Charles Stuart begs a little loyal blood To do him right—­a charge, but one more charge!  Come on, we do command, come on.  O cowards!  Had I but fifty of my nephew Rupert!” And then he waved his sword, as ’twere the whole cut and thrust exercise in the air at once, and his plume fluttered like a white bird in the eye of a tempest.  If he should speak now—­[A footstep is heard, both look round.]

2nd Iron. Didst thou hear nought?

1st Iron. O for a stoop of strong waters!

2nd Iron. Hist! ’twas like a soldier’s tread in the long gallery beyond.

1st Iron. Nay, ’tis the echo of thine own feet.

2nd Iron ’Tis a footstep.  Hark, it stops!

1st Iron. Do thou speak.

Enter CROMWELL, L.

[They bring their matchlocks to bear.] The word, or else we fire!

Crom. [Muttering.] Had Zimri peace, who slew his master?

2nd Iron. Hold!  ’Tis the General.

Crom. Ha! how fare you?

[The Soldiers move towards the door, coming from the coffin.]

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