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- 1816
- KING STEPHEN
- A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT
- by John Keats
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- ACT I.
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- SCENE I. Field of Battle.
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- Alarum. Enter King Stephen, Knights, and Soldiers.
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- STEPHEN. If shame can on a soldier's vein-swoll'n front
- Spread deeper crimson than the battle's toil,
- Blush in your casing helmets! for see, see!
- Yonder my chivalry, my pride of war,
- Wrench'd with an iron hand from firm array,
- Are routed loose about the plashy meads,
- Of honour forfeit. O that my known voice
- Could reach your dastard ears, and fright you more!
- Fly, cowards, fly! Glocester is at your backs!
- Throw your slack bridles o'er the flurried manes,
- Ply well the rowel with faint trembling heels,
- Scampering to death at last!
- FIRST KNIGHT. The enemy
- Bears his flaunt standard close upon their rear.
- SECOND KNIGHT. Sure of a bloody prey, seeing the fens
- Will swamp them girth-deep.
- STEPHEN. Over head and ears,
- No matter! 'Tis a gallant enemy;
- How like a comet he goes streaming on.
- But we must plague him in the flank,- hey, friends.
- We are well breathed,- follow!
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- Enter Earl Baldwin and Soldiers, as defeated.
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- STEPHEN. De Redvers!
- What is the monstrous bugbear that can fright
- Baldwin?
- BALDWIN. No scare-crow, but the fortunate star
- Of boisterous Chester, whose fell truncheon now
- Points level to the goal of victory.
- This way he comes, and if you would maintain
- Your person unaffronted by vile odds,
- Take horse, my Lord.
- STEPHEN. And which way spur for life?
- Now I thank Heaven I am in the toils,
- That soldiers may bear witness how my arm
- Can burst the meshes. Not the eagle more
- Loves to beat up against a tyrannous blast,
- Than I to meet the torrent of my foes.
- This is a brag,- be't so,- but if I fall,
- Carve it upon my 'scutcheon'd sepulchre.
- On, fellow soldiers! Earl of Redvers, back!
- Not twenty Earls of Chester shall brow-beat
- The diadem.
- [Exeunt. Alarum.
- SCENE II. Another part of the Field.
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- Trumpets sounding a Victory. Enter Glocester,
- Knights, and Forces.
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- GLOCESTER. Now may we lift our bruised vizors up,
- And take the flattering freshness of the air,
- While the wide din of battle dies away
- Into times past, yet to be echoed sure
- In the silent pages of our chroniclers.
- FIRST KNIGHT. Will Stephen's death be mark'd there, my good
- Lord,
- Or that we gave him lodging in yon towers?
- GLOCESTER. Fain would I know the great usurper's fate.
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- Enter two Captains severally.
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- FIRST CAPTAIN. My Lord!
- SECOND CAPTAIN. Most noble Earl!
- FIRST CAPTAIN. The King-
- SECOND CAPTAIN. The Empress greets-
- GLOCESTER. What of the King?
- FIRST CAPTAIN. He sole and lone maintains
- A hopeless bustle mid our swarming arms,
- And with a nimble savageness attacks,
- Escapes, makes fiercer onset, then anew
- Eludes death, giving death to most that dare
- Trespass within the circuit of his sword!
- He must by this have fallen. Baldwin is taken;
- And for the Duke of Bretagne, like a stag
- He flies, for the Welsh beagles to hunt down.
- God save the Empress!
- GLOCESTER. Now our dreaded Queen:
- What message from her Highness?
- SECOND CAPTAIN. Royal Maud
- From the throng'd towers of Lincoln hath look'd down,
- Like Pallas from the walls of Ilion,
- And seen her enemies havock'd at her feet.
- She greets most noble Glocester from her heart,
- Intreating him, his captains, and brave knights,
- To grace a banquet. The high city gates
- Are envious which shall see your triumph pass;
- The streets are full of music.
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- Enter Second Knight.
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- GLOCESTER. Whence come you?
- SECOND KNIGHT. From Stephen, my good Prince,- Stephen!
- Stephen!
- GLOCESTER. Why do you make such echoing of his name?
- SECOND KNIGHT. Because I think, my lord, he is no man,
- But a fierce demon, 'nointed safe from wounds,
- And misbaptized with a Christian name.
- GLOCESTER. A mighty soldier!- Does he still hold out?
- SECOND KNIGHT. He shames our victory. His valour still
- Keeps elbow-room amid our eager swords,
- And holds our bladed falchions all aloof-
- His gleaming battle-axe being slaughter-sick,
- Smote on the morion of a Flemish knight,
- Broke short in his hand; upon the which he flung
- The heft away with such a vengeful force,
- It paunch'd the Earl of Chester's horse, who then
- Spleen-hearted came in full career at him.
- GLOCESTER. Did no one take him at a vantage then?
- SECOND KNIGHT. Three then with tiger leap upon him flew,
- Whom, with his sword swift-drawn and nimbly held,
- He stung away again, and stood to breathe,
- Smiling. Anon upon him rush'd once more
- A throng of foes, and in this renew'd strife,
- My sword met his and snapp'd off at the hilts.
- GLOCESTER. Come, lead me to this Mars- and let us move
- In silence, not insulting his sad doom
- With clamorous trumpets. To the Empress bear
- My salutation as befits the time.
- [Exeunt Glocester and Forces.
- SCENE III. The Field of Battle. Enter Stephen unarmed.
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- STEPHEN. Another sword! And what if I could seize
- One from Bellona's gleaming armoury,
- Or choose the fairest of her sheaved spears!
- Where are my enemies? Here, close at hand,
- Here come the testy brood. O for a sword!
- I'm faint- a biting sword! A noble sword!
- A hedge-stake- or a ponderous stone to hurl
- With brawny vengeance, like the labourer Cain.
- Come on! Farewell my kingdom, and all hail
- Thou superb, plumb'd, and helmeted renown,
- All hail- I would not truck this brilliant day
- To rule in Pylos with a Nestor's beard-
- Come on!
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- Enter De Kaims and Knights, &c.
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- DE KAIMS. Is't madness, or a hunger after death,
- That makes thee thus unarm'd throw taunts at us?
- Yield, Stephen, or my sword's point dip in
- The gloomy current of a traitor's heart.
- STEPHEN. Do it, De Kaims, I will not budge an inch.
- DE KAIMS. Yes, of thy madness thou shalt take the meed.
- STEPHEN. Darest thou?
- DE KAIMS. How dare, against a man disarm'd?
- STEPHEN. What weapons has the lion but himself?
- Come not near me, De Kaims, for by the price
- Of all the glory I have won this day,
- Being a king, I will not yield alive
- To any but the second man of the realm,
- Robert of Glocester.
- DE KAIMS. Thou shalt vail to me.
- STEPHEN. Shall I, when I have sworn against it, sir?
- Thou think'st it brave to take a breathing king,
- That, on a court-day bow'd to haughty Maud
- The awed presence-chamber may be bold
- To whisper, there's the man who took alive
- Stephen- me- prisoner. Certes, De Kaims,
- The ambition is a noble one.
- DE KAIMS. 'Tis true,
- And, Stephen, I must compass it.
- STEPHEN. No, no,
- Do not tempt me to throttle you on the gorge,
- Or with my gauntlet crush your hollow breast,
- Just when your knighthood is grown ripe and full
- For lordship.
- A SOLDIER. Is an honest yeoman's spear
- Of no use at a need? Take that.
- STEPHEN. Ah, dastard!
- DE KAIMS. What, you are vulnerable! my prisoner!
- STEPHEN. No not yet. I disclaim it, and demand
- Death as a sovereign right unto a king
- Who 'sdains to yield to any but his peer,
- If not in title, yet in noble deeds,
- The Earl of Glocester. Stab to the hilts, De Kaims,
- For I will never by mean hands be led
- From this so famous field. Do ye hear! Be quick!
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- Trumpets.
- Enter the Earl of Chester and Knights.
- SCENE IV. A Presence Chamber. Queen Maud in a Chair of State,
- the Earls of Glocester and Chester, Lords, Attendants.
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- MAUD. Glocester, no more: I will behold that Boulogne:
- Set him before me. Not for the poor sake
- Of regal pomp and a vain-glorious hour,
- As thou with wary speech, yet near enough,
- Hast hinted.
- GLOCESTER. Faithful counsel have I given;
- If wary, for your Highness' benefit.
- MAUD. The Heavens forbid that I should not think so,
- For by thy valour have I won this realm,
- Which by thy wisdom I will ever keep.
- To sage advisers let me ever bend
- A meek attentive ear, so that they treat
- Of the wide kingdom's rule and government,
- Not trenching on our actions personal.
- Advis'd, not school'd, I would be; and henceforth
- Spoken to in clear, plain, and open terms,
- Not side-ways sermon'd at.
- GLOCESTER. Then, in plain terms,
- Once more for the fallen king-
- MAUD. Your pardon, Brother,
- I would no more of that; for, as I said,
- 'Tis not for worldly pomp I wish to see
- The rebel, but as dooming judge to give
- A sentence something worthy of his guilt.
- GLOCESTER. If't must be so, I'll bring him to your presence.
- [Exit Glocester.
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- MAUD. A meaner summoner might do as well-
- My Lord of Chester, is't true what I hear
- Of Stephen of Boulogne, our prisoner,
- That he, as a fit penance for his crimes,
- Eats wholesome, sweet, and palatable food
- Off Glocester's golden dishes- drinks pure wine,
- Lodges soft?
- CHESTER. More than that, my gracious Queen,
- Has anger'd me. The noble Earl, methinks,
- Full soldier as he is, and without peer
- In counsel, dreams too much among his books.
- It may read well, but sure 'tis out of date
- To play the Alexander with Darius.
- MAUD. Truth! I think so. By Heavens it shall not last!
- CHESTER. It would amaze your Highness now to mark
- How Glocester overstrains his courtesy
- To that crime-loving rebel, that Boulogne-
- MAUD. That ingrate!
- CHESTER. For whose vast ingratitude
- To our late sovereign lord, your noble sire,
- The generous Earl condoles in his mishaps,
- And with a sort of lackeying friendliness,
- Talks off the mighty frowning from his brow,
- Woos him to hold a duet in a smile,
- Or, if it please him, play an hour at chess-
- MAUD. A perjured slave!
- CHESTER. And for his perjury,
- Glocester has fit rewards- nay, I believe,
- He sets his bustling household's wits at work
- For flatteries to ease this Stephen's hours,
- And make a heaven of his purgatory;
- Adorning bondage with the pleasant gloss
- Of feasts and music, and all idle shows
- Of indoor pageantry; while syren whispers,
- Predestin'd for his ear, 'scape as half-check'd
- From lips the courtliest and the rubiest
- Of all the realm, admiring of his deeds.
- MAUD. A frost upon his summer!
- CHESTER. A queen's nod
- Can make his June December. Here he comes.
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- THE END
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