95. Hydroptic: dropsical.

129. Hoti: Greek particle, conjunction, that.

130. Oun: Greek particle, then, now then.

131. Enc.l.i.tic De: Greek, concerning which Browning wrote to the Editor of The News, London, Nov. 21, 1874: "In a clever article you speak of 'the doctrine of the enc.l.i.tic De--which, with all deference to Mr.

Browning, in point of fact, does not exist.' No, not to Mr. Browning, but pray defer to Herr b.u.t.tmann, whose fifth list of 'enc.l.i.tics' ends with the inseparable De,'-- or to Curtius, whose fifth list ends also with De (meaning 'towards' and as a demonstrative appendage).

That this is not to be confounded with the accentuated 'De, meaning but,' was the 'Doctrine' which the Grammarian bequeathed to those capable of receiving it."

THE HERETIC'S TRAGEDY

A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE

ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS.

A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAINT JODOCUS-BY- THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. CANTUQUE, Virgilius. AND HATH OFTEN BEEN SUNG AT HOCK-TIDE AND FESTIVALS. GAVISUS ERAM, Jessides.

(It would seem to be a glimpse from the burning of Jacques du Bourg-Molay, at Paris, A.D. 1314, as distorted by the refraction from Flemish brain to brain, during the course of a couple of centuries.)

[Molay was Grand Master of the Templars when that order was suppressed in 1312.]

I

PREADMONISHETH THE ABBOT DEODAET.

The Lord, we look to once for all, Is the Lord we should look at, all at once: He knows not to vary, saith Saint Paul, Nor the shadow of turning, for the nonce.

See him no other than as he is!

Give both the infinitudes their due-- Infinite mercy, but, I wis, As infinite a justice too.

[Organ: plagal-cadence.]

As infinite a justice too.

II

[ONE SINGETH]

John, Master of the Temple of G.o.d, 10 Falling to sin the Unknown Sin, What he bought of Emperor Aldabrod, He sold it to Sultan Saladin: Till, caught by Pope Clement, a-buzzing there, Hornet-prince of the mad wasps' hive, And clipt of his wings in Paris square, They bring him now to be burned alive.

[And wanteth there grace of lute or clavicithern, ye shall say to confirm him who singeth-- We bring John now to be burned alive.

III

In the midst is a goodly gallows built; 'Twixt fork and fork, a stake is stuck; 20 But first they set divers tumbrils a-tilt, Make a trench all round with the city muck; Inside they pile log upon log, good store; f.a.ggots no few, blocks great and small, Reach a man's mid-thigh, no less, no more,-- For they mean he should roast in the sight of all.

CHORUS.

We mean he should roast in the sight of all.

IV

Good sappy bavins that kindle forthwith; Billets that blaze substantial and slow; Pine-stump split deftly, dry as pith; 30 Larch-heart that chars to a chalk-white glow: They up they hoist me John in a chafe, Sling him fast like a hog to scorch, Spit in his face, then leap back safe, Sing "Laudes" and bid clap-to the torch.

CHORUS.

Laus deo--who bids clap-to the torch.

V

John of the Temple, whose fame so bragged, Is burning alive in Paris square!

How can he curse, if his mouth is gagged?

Or wriggle his neck, with a collar there? 40 Or heave his chest, which a band goes round?

Or threat with his fist, since his arms are spliced?

Or kick with his feet, now his legs are bound?

--Thinks John, I will call upon Jesus Christ.

[Here one crosseth himself.]

VI

Jesus Christ--John had bought and sold, Jesus Christ--John had eaten and drunk; To him, the Flesh meant silver and gold.

(Salva reverentia.) Now it was, "Saviour, bountiful lamb, "I have roasted thee Turks, though men roast me! 50 "See thy servant, the plight wherein I am!

"Art thou a saviour? Save thou me!"

CHORUS.

'Tis John the mocker cries, "Save thou me!"

VII

Who maketh G.o.d's menace an idle word?

--Saith, it no more means what it proclaims, Than a damsel's threat to her wanton bird?

For she too prattles of ugly names.

--Saith, he knoweth but one thing--what he knows?

That G.o.d is good and the rest is breath; Why else is the same styled Sharon's rose? 60 Once a rose, ever a rose, he saith.

CHORUS.

O, John shall yet find a rose, he saith!

VIII

Alack, there be roses and roses, John!

Some, honied of taste like your leman's tongue: Some, bitter; for why? (roast gaily on!) Their tree struck root in devil's-dung.

When Paul once reasoned of righteousness And of temperance and of judgment to come, Good Felix trembled, he could no less: John, snickering, crook'd his wicked thumb. 70

CHORUS.

What cometh to John of the wicked thumb?