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"Tis noon; the ranks are broken ; along the

royal line They fly,—the braggarts of the Court, the

bullies of the Rhine; Stout Langdale's to cheer is heard no more,

and Astley's helm is down, And Rupert sheathes his rapier with a curse

and with a frown; And cold Newcastle 11 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.

45 50

“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, That sent me with my standard, on foot from


Marston Moor.


1 Marston Moor, near York. Crom- refused to take part in the trial

well here defeated the Royalists of the king.
under Prince Rupert, July 2, 8 Oliver, Oliver Cromwell.

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 (1619-1682) 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 giveu 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 his as lieutenant-general. Fairfax closely-cut hair.



I do profess

to you,


Wol. 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,

Appear in forms more horrid ; yet my duty
As doth a rock against the chiding flood,
Should the approach of this wild river break,
And stand unshaken yours.
K. Hen.

'Tis nobly spoken : Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast, For you have seen him open 't.—Read o'er

[Giving him

papers. 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

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15 What should this mean? What sudden anger's this?"

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