JUDGE Confess, or I will warp Your limbs with such keen tortures BEATRICE Tortures! Turn The rack henceforth into a spinning-wheel! Torture your dog, that he may tell when last He lapped the blood his master shed not me! My pangs are of the mind, and of the heart, And of the soul; ay, of the inmost soul, Which weeps within tears as of burning gall To see, in this ill world where none are true, My kindred false to their deserted selves; And with considering all the wretched life Which I have lived, and its now wretched end; 71 Let us not think that we shall die for this. Brother, sit near me; give me your firm hand, You had a manly heart. Bear up! bear up! 120 O dearest Lady, put your gentle head Upon my lap, and try to sleep awhile; Your eyes look pale, hollow, and overworn, With heaviness of watching and slow grief. Come, I will sing you some low, sleepy tune, Not cheerful, nor yet sad; some dull old thing, Some outworn and unused monotony, So, that will do. Have I forgot the words? were. SONG False friend, wilt thou smile or weep 130 What is this whispers low? Sweet sleep! were death like to thee, 140 (The scene closes) A Hall of the Prison. Enter CAMILLO and BERNARDO. Which prompted your unnatural parent's death. And he replied - 'Paolo Santa Croce Will strangle us all, dozing in our chairs. You come to ask their pardon; stay a moment; Here is their sentence; never see me more Till, to the letter, it be all fulfilled.' Blithe voice of living thing; muse not again Upon familiar thoughts, sad, yet thus lost! How fearful! to be nothing! Or to be What? Oh, where am I? Let me not go mad! Sweet Heaven, forgive weak thoughts! If there should be No God, no Heaven, no Earth in the void world The wide, gray, lampless, deep, unpeopled world! 60 If all things then should be my father's spirit, His eye, his voice, his touch surrounding ine; The atmosphere and breath of my dead life! If sometimes, as a shape more like himself, Even the form which tortured me on earth, The Mask of Anarchy was composed in the fall of 1819, soon after the Manchester riot of that summer. The Manchester or Peterloo Massacre,' as it was called, was occasioned by an attempt to hold a mass meeting on August 9, 1819, at St. Peter's Field, Manchester, in behalf of parliamentary reform. It was declared illegal and forbidden by the magistrates, and was in consequence postponed. It was held August 16, and attended by several thousands. The chief constable was ordered to arrest the ringleaders, and in particular the chairman, Henry Hunt, an agitator unconnected with Leigh Hunt. He asked military aid, and went accompanied by forty cavalrymen; on the failure of the officer and his escort to penetrate the crowd which surrounded them, orders were given three hundred hussars to disperse the people; in the charge six persons were killed, twenty or thirty received sabre wounds, and fifty or more were injured in other ways. Eldon was Lord High Chancellor, Sidmouth, Home Secretary, and Castlereagh, Foreign Secretary; the government supported the authorities and publicly approved their conduct. News of these events reached Shelley while still residing at the Villa Valsovano, near Leghorn, and employed in |