And my Of wild onset bear the bravest down like chaff before his spear! Never more upon his war-horse crush the ranks of battle joined, Victory and flight before him, with a cloven path behind! Raise me, that I sit erected as within my chair of state, Place my battle-axe beside me, that I lean upon its weight, Set the crown upon my forehead, so I look the monarch still: Now the prisoner bring before me, that he hear my sovereign will." VIII. There was silence in the presence, stillness by the tempest nursed, Ere is heard the awakening thunder; you might hear the sighs that burst From the knights, their rough eyes tearful, watching in that mortal hour; How before great Death the hero yielding owns the infant's power! You might hear the breezes sighing through the tent as morning came, Like a welcome balm, and soothing all but fever's cheek of flame! And the clank of prisoners' chains advancing, grated harshly near, As De Guerdon entering slowly stood before the monarch's bier. Though the keen blades of the Provost's axes glittering on him turned, And the centering eyes of warriors in their sullen wrath that burned, All unmoved that sallow visage, and cold eye that like a snake In its gathered coils is watching the doomed victim from its brake; In that steadfast glance the monarch felt the fascination shown Of the iron will and nature as unconquered as his own; And a sense of awe and shuddering in each mail-clad knight awoke, As the low deep tones of Richard thrilling on that silence broke. IX. "Seest thou thy work, Sir Archer? what the answer thou dost plead? Thou, who crouched beneath the rampart, stoodst apart to do this deed? Have I injured thee, who laidest thus in wait to seek my life Ere the assault of arms was rendered, or begun the morrow's strife? What fiend tempted thee to murder? Feel'st thou not thy conscience' stings? Thou who with thy hand accursed shedd'st the sacred blood of kings!" Tyrant! in the deed I glory that hath dealt the death I see; Thou didst slay my sire and brethren-I have 'venged their deaths on thee; Wreak thy tortures, for I mock them-thou shalt rack these limbs in vain : I shall die content and happy, for I know thou first art slain! That thou never from that pallet shall arise to plague the world!" Scarce he uttered-from each warrior's hand restraint was thread-like hurled : Baldwin's giant stride is forward, and his iron mace is thrown High in air red Mortmar's dagger wildly from its sheath hath flown, And the double-handed faulchion gleams in Lacy's hand of death: For a moment paused each champion, and withheld his 'bated breath, And across his shoulder gazing on the King-his step withdrew Back recoiling from the presence of the power that they knew! Like a statue sate the monarch, with raised arm, and eye whose glare Between life and death was watchful of the deed impending there; Pointing with the regal gesture that contending kings obeyed, That be lowered each brandished weapon, and each forward foot be stayed. X. "Hold!-do ye forget your homage ?-that the monarch still commands? Back, on your allegiance-justice deals not with bloodreeking hands: Well I know your faith and fealty: Archer brave, thou know'st not fear, Thou hast spoken out, though rashly-the award of Richard hear: Strike his chains from off him! let him from our presence go forth free! More a hundred marks in gold be weighed to him. with liberty; Hence! nor parley: thou art present but to hear our last decree: Thou and all shalt own that Richard in his death was just to thee! XI. "Ha!int-there comes a darkness-Marchandès ! d the fight Wait till daybreak; when we conquer, be it in God's open light. Hark! the roar of combat deepens, and the war-cries gather near, Saladin is in the battle, and I lie bedridden here!— Helm and shield and hauberk bring me, that I meet him in the fight: Onward! with the Red Cross blazing-they are broken and in flight! Peace again, for I am weary, I would sleep!"—his arm upraised Nerveless sunk upon the pillow, and his fixing eye-balls glazed; And the heavy crown unseated, glided from his drooping head, And his war-axe fell unheeded- then they knew the king was dead! (Copyright-Contributed.) PRINCE ARTHUR AND HUBERT. SHAKSPEARE. Hubert. HEAT me these irons hot; and, look thou, .stand Within the arras; when I strike my foot Upon the bosom of the ground, rush forth And bind the boy, which you shall find with me, Hub. Uncleanly scruples! Fear not you; look to't. [Exeunt ATTENdants. Young lad, come forth; I have to say with you. Enter ARTHur. Arth. Good morrow, Hubert. Hub. Good morrow, little prince, Arth. As little prince (having so great a title To be more prince) as may be. You are sad. Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier. Mercy on me! Arth. Is it my fault that I was Geffrey's son? And I would to heaven [A side. Arth. Are you sick, Hubert? You look pale to-day; In sooth, I would you were a little sick, [Showing a Paper. How now, foolish rheum! Turning dispiteous torture out of door! I must be brief, lest resolution drop Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish tears.- [Aside. Arth. Too fairly, Hubert, for so foul effect. Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? Hub. Young boy, I must. Arth. Hub. And will you? And I will. Arth. Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, 1 knit my handkerchief about your brows (The best I had, a princess wrought it me), |