Who when this state ran, like a turbulent sea, Their wraths and envies, like so many winds, When Byron is recalled from his government to court, under a strong suspicion of his having entered into a treasonable correspondence, he is of course in disgrace with the king, and consequently receives but little countenance from his courtiers. Whereupon the Duke makes some bitter reflections on the servility of mankind, and the fickleness of court-favour, in which he is heartily joined by his friend and companion in misfortune, D'Auvergne. "But men themselves, instead of bearing fruits, Their spirits and freedoms smother'd in their ease; All men cling to it, though they see their bloods Pour'd into kennels by it, and who dares Which, like a March sun, agues breeds in them, As if not made for their diverted ears, Their backs tnrn'd to us, and their words to others, No more view'd than the wallet of their faults. * Byr. Is't not an easy loss to lose their looks, D'Auv. But methinks, Being courtiers, they should cast best looks on men Byr. O no, my Lord: They ne'er dissemble but for some advantage. It is not without frequent attempts on the part of the King to induce Byron to confess his error, and receive a pardon, that he permits his ministers to proceed to extremities against the unfortunate marshal. Byron however still holds out, and persists in insolently maintaining his innocence, though Henry hints at his having in his possession undeniable proofs of his guilt. The king is represented as much agitated on the subject of the delinquency of his favourite, and its necessary consequences. In one of his solitary reflections on the subject, he gives utterance to these noble and elevated thoughts. "O thou that govern'st the keen sword of kings, Or hold it, being advanc'd. The weight of blood, If he be just and worthy, dwells so dark, Must only give that judgment. O how much Byron and D'Auvergne are, at length, committed to prison, and the former is afterwards brought to trial. The evidence of his confidential agent, La Fin, is brought against him, and in spite of his passionate defence of himself, and his own belief, he is condemned. From the moment of his committal to prison to that of his death, he behaves like a madman, with comparatively lucid intervals, if, at least, he may not be said to have done so from the opening of the play. In his confinement he is described: "As a bird Enter'd a closet, which unwares is made His desperate prison, being pursued, amaz'd And when brought to the scaffold, this simile is applied to him : "As a savage boar, that, hunted long Swimming in fire, keeps off the baying hounds, Doth teach death horrors, makes the hangman learn The scenes of his execution are perhaps the best part of the second half of the play. The fierce impatience of the prisoner, his persisting in believing the trial and sentence a trick to frighten him, his constant delay in hopes of " mercy yet," and when he finds he must die, his determining to have a "will" in his death, and die just at the moment he pleases, are all in admirable keeping, and shew his outrageous character in a more natural light, than that in which it had hitherto been exhibited. When the archbishop desires to administer to him religious consolation, he exclaims: "Let me alone in peace, Leave my soul to me, whom it most concerns : I know this body but a sink of folly, The groundwork and rais'd frame of woe and frailty; A quick corpse, only sensible of grief; And make man long in dying, racks his death, ? I likewise fall to heaven: what stronger faith Hath any of your It serves for inward use. I will not die Like to a clergyman; but like the captain That pray'd on horseback, and with sword in hand Chan. Desire you then To speak with any man? Byr. I would speak with La Force and St. Blancart. Do they fly me! Where is Prevost, comptroller of my house? Pra. Gone to his house i'th' country, three days since. Byr. He should have staid here; he keeps all my blanks. O all the world forsakes me! Wretched world, Consisting most of parts, that fly each other; A firmness, breeding all inconstancy; A bond of all disjunction. Like a man Why should I keep my soul in this dark light, To know no man, nor be of any known! To read the sentence. Byr. Yet more sentences! How often will ye make me suffer death, As ye were proud to hear your powerful dooms! And that all here are privy to my crimes. Chan. It must be read, my lord; no remedy. Byr. Read, if it must be, then; and I must talk." As he is proceeding to execution, he says: "Good sir, I pray Go after and beseech the Chancellor, Byr. Go, go! can all go thus! [Exit. |