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"Tis noon; the ranks are broken ; along the
They fly,—the braggarts of the Court, the
bullies of the Rhine; Stout Langdale's 1o cheer is heard no more,
10 and Astley's helm is down, And Rupert sheathes his rapier with a curse
and with a frown; And cold Newcastle " mutters, as he follows
in the flight, “The German boar had better far have
supped in York to-night.”
The knight is left alone, his steel cap
cleft in twain, His good buff jerkin 12 crimsoned o'er with
many a gory stain; But still he waves the standard, and cries
amid the rout, “For Church and King, fair gentlemen, spur
on, and fight it out!” And now he wards a Roundhead's 13 pike, and
now he hums a stave, And now he quotes a stage-play, and now
he fells a knave.
God aid thee now, Sir Nicholas ! thou hast
no thought of fear; God aid thee now, Sir Nicholas ! but fearful
odds are here. The traitors ring thee round, and with every
blow and thrust,
Down, down,” they cry, “with Belial, down
with him to the dust.' “I would,”quoth grim old Oliver,“that Belial's
trusty sword This day was doing battle for the Saints 14
and for the Lord !”—
The Lady Alice sits with her maidens in her
bower; The grey-haired warder watches from the
castle's highest tower. What news, what news, old Hubert ?”
- The field is lost and won : The ranks of war are melting as the mists
beneath the sun; And a wounded man speeds hither,- I am
old and cannot see, Or sure I am that sturdy step my master's
step must be."
" I bring thee back the standard from as rude
and rough a fray, As e'er was proof of soldier's thews, or theme
for minstrel's lay. But, Hubert, fetch the silver bowl, and liquor
quantum suff. : 16 I'll make a shift to drain it, ere I part with
boots and buff ; Though Guy through many a gaping wound
is breathing out his life, And I come to thee a landless man, my fond
and faithful wife.
“Sweet! we will fill our money-bags and
freight a ship for France, And mourn in merry Paris for this poor
realm's mischance ; Or, if the worst betide me, why better axe or
rope, Than life with Lenthal 16 for a king, and
Peters 17 for a pope! Alas, alas, my gallant Guy !-curse on the
crop-eared boor, 18 That sent me with my standard, on foot from
1 Marston Moor, near York. Crom refused to take part in the trial
well here defeated the Royalists of the king.
9 Lady's gew-gaw, the banner given 2 Sir Nicholas, a Royalist knight.
by Lady Alice. 3 Lucas, an officer in the Royalist 10 Sir Marmaduke Langdale was a army.
celebrated general on the Royalist 4 Prince Rupert (1619-1692) was the side. He was taken prisoner at
son of the Elector Palatinate and the battle of Naseby, 1645, but Elizabeth, daughter of James I., afterwards escaped. and consequently was nephew 11 Newcastle, the Royalist comman. of Charles I. During the Civil der. War he was in command of 12 Buff jerkin, a coat of thick leather. the Royalist horse, but though 13 Roundhead, the name given to the a brave and daring soldier, he Parliamentary forces. lost many battles by his rash- 14 The Saints, the name given by the ness.
Puritans to each other. 5 White Guy, the horse of Sir Nicho- 15 Quantum suff., Latin fora sufficient las.
quantity 6 Skippon and Pride, officers in the 16 Lenthal, the Speaker of the House Puritan army.
of Commons. 7 Fairfax, Lord Thomas (1611-1671), 17 Peters, a Puritan minister.
was an able Parliamentary gene- 18 Crop-eared boor, a contemptuous ral. Cromwell served under him term for a Puritan with bis as lieutenant general. Fairfax closely-cut hair.
THE FALL OF WOLSEY.
HENRY VIII.-ACT III. SCENE 2.
I do profess That for your highness' good I ever labour'd More than mine own; that am, have, and will
be. Though all the world should crack their duty And throw it from their soul; though perils
did Abound, as thick as thought could make them,
"Tis nobly spoken : Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast, For you have seen him open 't.—Read o'er
[Giving him paper's. And after, this : and then to breakfast, with What appetite you have. [Exit King, frowning upon CARDINAL
WOLSEY : the Nobles throng after
him, smiling and whispering. Wol.
What should this mean? What sudden anger's this ? how have I reap'd
it ? He parted frowning from me, as if ruin