Nay, if I cannot break him as the prelate, Barons and bishops of our realm of England, The daughter of his host, and murder'd him. F Bishops-York, London, Chichester, WestminsterYe haled this tonsured devil into your courts; But since your canon will not let you take Life for a life, ye but degraded him Where I had hang'd him. What doth hard murder care For degradation? and that made me muse, Being bounden by my coronation oath To do men justice. Look to it, your own selves! What could ye do? John of Oxford. Degrade, imprison him— But I, my liege, could swear And, looking thro' my reign, I found a hundred ghastly murders done ACT II SCENE II. Montmirail. "The Meeting of the Kings." John of Oxford and Henry. Henry. Crowd in the distance. The friends we were! Co-mates we were, and had our sport together, Well, well, we will be gentle with him, gracious Most gracious. (Enter Becket). Only that the rift he made May close between us, here I am wholly king, The word should come from him. Becket (kneeling). Then, my dear liege, I here deliver all this controversy Into your royal hands. Henry. Ah, Thomas, Thomas, Thou art thyself again, Thomas again. Becket (rising). Saving God's honor! LAMENT OF RICHARD DURING HIS IMPRISONMENT TRANSLATED FROM THE PROVENÇAL BY W. E. AYTOUN RICHARD I., the Lion Heart, son and successor of Henry II., was hardly an English king. During the ten years of his reign (1189-1199), he passed but five months in England. He was a prince of warlike and adventurous spirit, and spent his best energies and all the treasure he could wring from his unfortunate subjects on a crusade for the deliverance of Jerusalem. Returning from this fruitless enterprise, he was wrecked on the Adriatic coast, taken prisoner by the Duke of Austria, and held for ransom. The sum of money demanded was raised with great difficulty, and Richard was released after two years of captivity. The tradition that he composed this prison-song during his confinement in the Austrian castle of Durrenstein has no improbability in it, for Richard was an accomplished lyrist. I If one in prison may not tell his wrong Without derision or the chance of blame, For his own comfort let him speak in song. Friends have I store, and yet they leave me long! If ransom comes not, let them look for shame. Two years and still not free! II For well they know, my barons and my men, That not the poorest should in chains be set III The captive hath nor friends nor kindred left, Alas! I feel myself of all bereft; And if within this cell I chance to die, So long, nor set him free. IV 'Tis little wonder if I grieve and pine, We took together at the sacred shrine But ranging wide and free. V O ye of Anjou and of stout Touraine! Brave bachelors and knights of warlike deed, VI And you, companions, whom I loved so well KING RICHARD IN SHERWOOD FOREST LORD TENNYSON (From "The Foresters ") ROBIN HOOD and Maid Marian, Friar Tuck and George a Green, Will Scarlett, Midge the Miller's Son, Little John, and the rest are legendary characters loved and sung from the fourteenth century to modern times. The charm of these light-hearted highwaymen was felt by Shakespeare himself: "They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him: and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England; they say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world." — (“As You Like It," I, 1.) Tennyson adopts the tradition that the generous outlaws dwelt in Sherwood Forest in Cumberlandshire, and that their leader, Robin Hood, was the banished Earl of Huntingdon. The plot of "The Foresters" turns upon the sudden return of Richard from his Austrian captivity and the consequent collapse of the intrigues conducted by his crafty and cruel brother John. |