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CHARLES THE FIRST
KING CHARLES I.
Juxon. QUEEN HENRIETTA.
St. John. LAUD, Archbishop of Canter- ARCHY, the Court Fool. bury.
HAMPDEN. WENTWORTH, Earl of Straf. Pym. ford.
CROMWELL. LORD COTTINGTON.
CROMWELL'S DAUGHTER. LORD WESTON.
SIR HARRY VANE the younger. LORD COVENTRY.
LEIGHTON. WILLIAMS, Bishop of Lincoln.
BASTWICK. Secretary LYTTELTON.
PRYNNE. Gentlemen of the Inns of Court, Citizens, Pursuivants, Mar
shalsmen, Law Students, Judges, Clerk.
What thinkest thou of this quaint masque
which turns, Like morning from the shadow of the night, The night to day, and London to a place Of peace and joy?
And Hell to Heaven. Eight years are gone, And they seem hours, since in this populous street I trod on grass made green by summer's rain ; For the red plague kept state within that palace Where now that vanity reigns. In nine years more The roots will be refreshed with civil blood; And thank the mercy of insulted Heaven That sin and wrongs wound, as an orphan's cry, The patience of the great Avenger's ear.
Charles the First. Published, in part, by Mrs. Shelley, 1824, and entire, by Rossetti, 1870.
Scene I. || Act I. Scene I. The Pageant to [celebrate] the Arrival of the Queen. Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
10 now reigns vanity, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
Yet, father, 'tis a happy sight to see,
When Avarice and Tyranny, vigilant Fear
How young art thou in this old age of time!
Canst thou not think
Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
Even though the noon be calm. My travel's
done, Before the whirlwind wakes I shall have found My inn of lasting rest; but thou must still Be journeying on in this inclement air. Wrap thy old cloak about thy back ; Nor leave the broad and plain and beaten road, Although no flowers smile on the trodden dust, For the violet paths of pleasure. This Charles the
First Rose like the equinoctial sun, By vapors, through whose threatening ominous veil Darting his altered influence he has gained This height of noon from which he must decline Amid the darkness of conflicting storms, To dank extinction and to latest night .
The apostate Strafford; he whose titles
whispered aphorisms From Machiavel and Bacon; and, if Judas Had been as brazen and as bold as he ...
Is the Archbishop.
Rather say the Pope:
Mitred adulterer ! he is joined in sin,
THIRD CITIZEN (lifting up his eyes)
dust on their dishonored heads,
and foreign overthrow.
Enter LEIGHTON (who has been branded in the face) and