He has oppressed his vassals: tell me, Piers, Of doing wrong, that so his future life Piers. Be punished? But must not vice John Ball. Is not punishment revenge? May be excused; the indignant heart will throb Piers. Murdered! a most harsh word. Yes, murdered him: His mangled feelings prompted the bad act; And Nature will almost commend the deed That Justice blames. But will the awakened feelings Piers. O my Christian father! They would not argue thus humanely on us, John Ball. I know they would not; But we must pity them that they are vicious, Piers. Alas, poor Tyler! I do repent me much that I stood back John Ball. Not for myself, Though I have lost an honest, virtuous friend, Piers. Witness that day When they destroyed the palace of the Gaunt, And hurled the wealth his avarice had amassed Amid the fire. The people, fierce in zeal, Threw in the flames a wretch whose selfish hand Purloined amid the tumult. John Ball. I lament The death of Tyler for my country's sake. I shudder lest posterity, enslaved, Should rue his murder. Who shall now control The giddy multitude, blind to their own good, And listening with avidity to the tale Of courtly falsehood? Piers. His plighted promise. The king must perform [Cry without, "The charter! the charter!" Enter Mob and Herald. Tom Miller. Read it out! read it out! Herald. Richard Plantagenet, by the grace of God, King of England, Ireland, France, Scotland, and the town of Berwick-upon-Tweed, to all whom it may concern, these presents: Whereas our loving subjects have complained to us of the heavy burdens they endure, particularly from our lateenacted poll-tax; and whereas they have risen in arms against our officers, and demanded the abolition of personal slavery, vassalage, and manorial rights, — we, ever ready, in our sovereign mercy, to listen to the petitions of our loving subjects, do annul all these grievances Mob. Huzza! long live the king! Herald (continues). And do of our royal mercy grant a free pardon to all who may have been anyways concerned in the late insurrections. All this shall be faithfully performed, on our royal word; so help us God. God save the king! [Loud and repeated shouts. Herald. Now, then, depart in quiet to your homes. John Ball. Nay, my good friend, the people will remain Embodied peaceably, till Parliament Confirm the royal charter; tell your king so. Hob. [Exit Herald, &c. "Twas well ordered. I place but little trust in courtly faith. John Ball. We must remain embodied; else the king Will plunge again in royal luxury, And, when the storm of danger is passed over, Forget his promises. Hob. Ay: like an aguish sinner, He'll promise to repent when the fit's on him ; Why are not all these empty ranks abolished; Inalienable, though by force withheld? John Ball. Even so; but, Piers, my frail and fallible judgment Knows hardly to decide if it be right Or boldly to proceed, through blood and slaughter, Till we should all be equal, and all happy. I chose the milder way: perhaps I erred. Piers. I fear me. By the mass! the unsteady Are flocking homewards. How the multitude John Ball. Go thou, my son, and stay them. All depends upon their stay. My mind is troubled, And I would fain compose my thoughts for action. [Exeunt Hob and Piers. Father of mercies! I do fear me much That I have erred. Thou gav'st my ardent mind [Great tumult. What means this tumult? Hark! the clang of arms! God of eternal justice! the false monarch Has broke his plighted vow. Enter Piers, wounded. Piers. Fly, fly, my father!—the perjured king! -fly, fly! |