Do not tempt me to throttle you on the gorge,
Or with my gauntlet crush your hollow breast,
Just when your knighthood is grown ripe and full
For lordship.
A SOLDIER. Is an honest yeoman’s spear
Of no use at a need? Take that.
Stephen.
Ah, dastard!
De Kaims.
What, you are vulnerable! my prisoner!
Stephen.
No not yet. I disclaim it, and demand
Death as a sovereign right unto a king
Who ‘sdains to yield to any but his peer,
If not in title, yet in noble deeds,
The Earl of Glocester. Stab to the hilts, De Kaims,
For I will never by mean hands be led
From this so famous field. Do ye hear! Be quick! -
Trumpets.
Enter the Earl of Chester and Knights.
Scene IV
A Presence Chamber. Queen Maud in a Chair of State, the Earls of Glocester and Chester, Lords, Attendants. -
Maud.
Glocester, no more: I will behold that Boulogne:
Set him before me. Not for the poor sake
Of regal pomp and a vain-glorious hour,
As thou with wary speech, yet near enough,
Hast hinted.
Glocester.
Faithful counsel have I given;
If wary, for your Highness’ benefit.
Maud.
The Heavens forbid that I should not think so,
For by thy valour have I won this realm,
Which by thy wisdom I will ever keep.
To sage advisers let me ever bend
A meek attentive ear, so that they treat
Of the wide kingdom’s rule and government,
Not trenching on our actions personal.
Advis’d, not school’d, I would be; and henceforth
Spoken to in clear, plain, and open terms,
Not sideways sermon’d at.
Glocester.
Then, in plain terms,
Once more for the fallen king-
Maud.
Your pardon, Brother,
I would no more of that; for, as I said,
’Tis not for worldly pomp I wish to see
The rebel, but as dooming judge to give
A sentence something worthy of his guilt.
Glocester.
If’t must be so, I’ll bring him to your presence.
[Exit Glocester. -
Maud.
A meaner summoner might do as well-
My Lord of Chester, is’t true what I hear
Of Stephen of Boulogne, our prisoner,
That he, as a fit penance for his crimes,
Eats wholesome, sweet, and palatable food
Off Glocester’s golden dishes-drinks pure wine,
Lodges soft?
Chester.
More than that, my gracious Queen,
Has anger’d me. The noble Earl, methinks,
Full soldier as he is, and without peer
In counsel, dreams too much among his books.
It may read well, but sure ’tis out of date
To play the Alexander with Darius.
Maud.
Truth! I think so. By Heavens it shall not last!
Chester.
It would amaze your Highness now to mark
How Glocester overstrains his courtesy
To that crime-loving rebel, that Boulogne-
Maud.
That ingrate!
Chester.
For whose vast ingratitude
To our late sovereign lord, your noble sire,
The generous Earl condoles in his mishaps,
And with a sort of lackeying friendliness,
Talks off the mighty frowning from his brow,
Woos him to hold a duet in a smile,
Or, if it please him, play an hour at chess-
Maud.
A perjured slave!
Chester.
And for his perjury,
Glocester has fit rewards-nay, I believe,
He sets his bustling household’s wits at work
For flatteries to ease this Stephen’s hours,
And make a heaven of his purgatory;
Adorning bondage with the pleasant gloss
Of feasts and music, and all idle shows
Of indoor pageantry; while syren whispers,
Predestin’d for his ear, ‘scape as half-check’d
From lips the courtliest and the rubiest
Of all the realm, admiring of his deeds.
Maud.
A frost upon his summer!
Chester.
A queen’s nod
Can make his June December. Here he comes. – -
Otho the Great
Dramatis Persons
OTHO THE GREAT, Emperor of Germany.
LUDOLPH, his Son.
CONRAD, Duke of Franconia.
ALBERT, a Knight, favoured by Otho.
SIGIFRED, an Officer, friend of Ludolph.
THEODORE, an Officer
GONFRED, an Officer
ETHELBERT. an Abbot.
GERSA, Prince of Hungary.
An Hungarian Captain.
Physician.
Page.
Nobles, Knights, Attendants,