Friends and Countrymen, That the state drain'd my hard-earn'd pittance from me; HOB. On to London The tidings fly before us-the court tremblesLiberty-Vengeance-Justice! ACT II. Scene-Blackheath. TYLER, HOB, etc. SONG. WHEN Adam delv'd, and Eve span, 'Who was then the gentleman?, Wretched is the infant's lot, Born within the straw-roofd cot! Long, long labour, little rest, This is the poor wretch's lot, While the peasant works-to sleep; Be he villain, be he fool, Trampling on his slaves with scorn; 'When Adam delv'd, and Eve span, 'Who was then the gentleman?, JACK STRAW. The mob are up in London-the proud courtiers Begin to tremble. TOM MILLER. Aye, aye, 't is time to tremble; Who 'll plow their fields, who 'll do their drudgery now? And work like horses, to give them the harvest? JACK STRAW. I only wonder we lay quiet so long. We had always the same strength, and we deserv'd The ills we met with for not using it. нов. Why do we fear those animals call'd lords? What is there in the name to frighten us? Is not my arm as mighty as a Baron's? Enter PIERS and JOHN BALL. PIERS (to TYLER). Have I done well, my father?-I remember'd This good man lay in prison. TYLER. My dear child, Most well; the people rise for liberty, And their first deed should be to break the chains That bind the virtuous :-0 thou honest priestHow much hast thou endur'd! JOHN BALL. Why, aye, my friend! These squalid rags bespeak what I have suffer'd. I was revil'd-insulted-left to languish In a damp dungeon; but I bore it cheerilyMy heart was glad for I have done my duty. I pitied my oppressors, and I sorrow'd For the poor men of England. TYLER. They have felt Their strength-look round this heath! 'tis throng'd with men Ardent for freedom; mighty is the event That waits their fortune. JOHN BALL. I would fain address them. TYLER. Do so, my friend, and teach to them their duty; Remind them of their long-withholden rights. What, ho there! silence! Friends! Brethren! for ye are my brethren all; I am a priest; but, as these rags may speak, Preach'd mercy, justice, love: « Woe unto ye, The self-same winds of heaven as keenly parch ye? Look round: the vernal fields smile with new flowers, « And see the wretched labourer, worn with toil, I sicken, and, indignant at the sight, Fear then must give me courage: my Lord Mayor, TYLER. Wherefore should I fear? Am I not arm'd with a just cause?-retire, KING. [Advances. Tyler, why have you killed my officer? TYLER. Because they were oppress'd. KING. Was this the way To remedy the ill?-you should have tried [Exeunt. Shouts without. By milder means-petitioned at the throne- Scene-Smithfield. WAT TYLER, JOHN BALL, PIERS, etc. Mob. PIERS. So far triumphant are we: how these nobles, нов. They were powerful TYLER. The throne will always listen to petitions. TYLER. King of England, Petitioning for pity is most weak, The sovereign people ought to demand justice. I lead to rebel against the Lord's anointed, To force upon the French a king they hate; Jack Straw is gone to the Tower Distressing us to desolate our neighbours? To seize the king, and so to end resistance. Why is this ruinous poll-tax impos'd, KING. The charter shall be drawn out: on mine honour, All shall be justly done. ACT III. Scene-Smithfield. PIERS (meeting JOHN BALL). You look disturb'd, my father? JOHN BALL. Piers, I am so. Be punished? PIERS. But must not vice JOHN BALL. Is not punishment revenge? The momentary violence of anger PIERS. Murder'd!-a most harsh word. JOHN BALL. Yes, murder'd him: His mangled feelings prompted the bad act, And Nature will almost commend the deed That Justice blames; but will the awaken'd feelings Plead with their heart-emoving eloquence For the cool deliberate murder of Revenge? Would you, Piers, in your calmer hour of reason, Condemn an erring brother to be slain? Cut him at once from all the joys of life, All hopes of reformation! to revenge Richard Plantagenet, by the grace of God, King of England, Ireland, France, Scotland, and the town of Berwick upon Tweed, to all whom it may concern, these presents: Whereas our loving subjects have complained to us of the heavy burdens they endure, particularly from our late enacted poll-tax; and whereas they have risen in arms against our officers, and demanded the abolition of personal slavery, vassalage, and manorial rights; we, ever ready in our sovereign mercy to listen to the petitions of our loving subjects, do annul all these grievances. MOB. Huzza! long live the King! HERALD. (Great tumult) And do, of our royal mercy, grant a free pardon to all who may have been any ways concerned in the late What means this tumult? hark! the clang of arms! |