SCENE III.

[_Last Cut._] [_3rd Grooves._]

_View of Westminster Abbey. Sunset._

_Enter three or four Citizens, meeting severally._

_1st Cit._ The skies weep not, there is no shock to the earth.

Art thou not Peter Ingram? Yet the king Hath been beheaded, lost his head!

The king Of England murther'd, slain in open day!

_2nd Cit._ I did not think they would do it-- Who'll be king Now he is dead?

_3rd Cit._ Why some say none.

_4th Cit._ Indeed, The Parliament is king.

_2nd Cit._ They say that Cromwell Had much to do in this.

Were you there?

_1st Cit._ No.

_Others._ Nor I.

_2nd Cit._ Here comes another. We shall hear, If he hath seen.

_Enter another Citizen._

_5th Cit._ Oh, eyes! Oh, ears! Alas!

_1st Cit._ Were you there?

_5th Cit._ Was I not? He died right well, As 'twere a man that nothing had to lose, Save the poor head he gave his enemies.

_1st Cit._ Indeed you're right, he had not much of late.

_2nd Cit._ How was it?

_5th Cit._ Well, they would not let him speak Much, for the sound of the drums--are ye this way?

My wife is waiting, she is curious; come, I'll tell you all I saw-- [_Exeunt severally._]

_Enter two Gentlemen, R. and L._

_1st Gent., L._ All, then, is o'er: the body they have taken To lie in Whitehall--

_2nd Gent., R._ So I heard. Where are The men who order'd it?

_1st Gent._ I know not. Cromwell Was there; I noted him.

_2nd Gent._ How looked he when The king came forth? I had no eyes for aught Except the prisoner.

_1st Gent._ It so happen'd that, Marking his face by chance, I could not keep My eyes from off him.

_2nd Gent._ Ay, how did he seem?

For he had much to do in this great matter.

_1st Gent._ Ere all was ready, while 'mid wolfish noise The patient pale king lipp'd the deafen'd air, O'er Cromwell's face approaching doom grew large In stony horror. Then 'twas calm and fix'd.

Destruction's G.o.d, from his broad, wizard throne, Might on the front of coming whirlwinds, as They near'd his footstool, look unchang'd as he did: Sphinx-like!

But, when the deed was done, The flash that left the swift-descending axe In triumph fiercely shot into his eyes, A moment welling quick successive fires, Like sudden birth of stars 'tween wintry clouds: Then came a look of doubt and wonderment, As if it were a thing he knew not of, And shudder'd at, amaz'd that it was so.

His hollow eye wan'd like the moon's eclipse; And then he clutch'd his sword, and strove to read Men's faces near him, and so, furious, leapt On his black war-horse, standing saddled by, And unattended, save by that red scene, Like an arm'd pestilence, rode swift--away!

_2nd Gent._ You make me tremble with your picture; surely This Cromwell is a great and wondrous man.

_1st Gent._ Unto all fortune doth he shape himself; One knows not where he learnt it.

_2nd Gent._ They do say A something did appear to him in youth, Telling he should be great.

_1st Gent._ I think he hath Whisper'd that round to choke the envious With supernatural awe.

_2nd Gent._ I know not; but He hath great power with the army, gain'd By most corporeal acts.

_1st Gent._ Shall you attend The funeral?

_2nd Gent._ It were not wise, I think; There will be riots. It grows dark.

Good evening!

[_They part, 1st Gent. R., 2nd Gent. L., Exeunt._]

_The stage grows dark. Enter a Drunken Preacher with a Rabble of Soldiers, Artisans, and Women, U.E.L. and R._

_Preach._ So, my beloved, this Ahab has lost his head, as it might be the froth of thin ale. I am thirsty in the flesh! Will no man be a surety for a poor preacher of the Lord at the sign of Balaam's a.s.s? 'Tis hard by; and I would speak a few more words of grace on this soul-stirring occasion, but my tongue is parched. Ho! every one that thirsteth, come unto me,--or I will go with you.

_A Soldier._ Hold thy peace; for I would fain speak.

This is a great day in Israel.

_Preach._ Hear me, my brethren! This is a false prophet.

_Sold._ Smite him!

_Woman._ Nay, touch him an' you dare. [_To the Soldier._] 'Tis Master Ephraim b.u.mling. I would thy head were chopped off, like the sour-faced king's this morning.

_1st Art._ Down with all kings!

_2nd Art._ No taxes!

_3rd Art._ We'll all be kings!

_4th Art._ With our heads on, though.