Becket and other playsTennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron
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Becket and other plays
Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron
Drama; Thomas, à Becket, Saint, 1118?-1170 -- Drama
BECKET.
Profligate pander!
FITZURSE.
Do you hear that? strike, strike.
[_Strikes off the_ ARCHBISHOP'S _mitre, and wounds
him in the forehead_.
BECKET (_covers his eyes with his hand_).
I do commend my cause to God, the Virgin,
St. Denis of France and St. Alphege of England,
And all the tutelar Saints of Canterbury.
[GRIM _wraps his arms about the_ ARCHBISHOP.
Spare this defence, dear brother.
[TRACY _has arisen, and approaches, hesitatingly,
with his sword raised_.
FITZURSE.
Strike him, Tracy!
ROSAMUND (_rushing down steps from the choir)_.
No, No, No, No!
FlTZURSE.
This wanton here. De Morville,
Hold her away.
DE MORVILLE.
I hold her.
ROSAMUND (_held back by_ DE MORVILLE, _and stretching out her arms)_.
Mercy, mercy,
As you would hope for mercy.
FlTZURSE.
Strike, I say.
GRIM.
O God, O noble knights, O sacrilege!
Strike our Archbishop in his own cathedral!
The Pope, the King, will curse you--the whole world
Abhor you; ye will die the death of dogs!
Nay, nay, good Tracy. [_Lifts his arm_.
FlTZURSE.
Answer not, but strike.
DE TRACY.
There is my answer then.
[_Sword falls on_ GRIM'S _arm, and glances from it,
wounding_ BECKET.
GRIM.
Mine arm is sever'd.
I can no more--fight out the good fight--die
Conqueror. [_Staggers into the chapel of St. Benedict_.
BECKET (_falling on his knees_).
At the right hand of Power--
Power and great glory--for thy Church, O Lord--
Into Thy hands, O Lord--into Thy hands!----
[_Sinks prone_.
DE BRITO.
This last to rid thee of a world of brawls! (_Kills him_.)
The traitor's dead, and will arise no more.
FITZURSE.
Nay, have we still'd him? What! the great Archbishop!
Does he breathe? No?
DE TRACY.
No, Reginald, he is dead.
(_Storm bursts_.) [Footnote: _A tremendous thunderstorm actually
broke over the Cathedral as the murderers were leaving it.]
DE MORVILLE.
Will the earth gape and swallow us?
DE BRITO.
The deed's done--
Away!
[DE BRITO, DE TRACY, FITZURSE. _rush out, crying
'King's men!'_ DE MORVILLE _follows slowly.
Flashes of lightning thro' the Cathedral_.
ROSAMUND _seen kneeling by the body of_ BECKET.
THE CUP
A TRAGEDY
_DRAMATIS PERSONAE_.
GALATIANS.
SYNORIX, _an ex-Tetrarch_.
SINNATUS, _a Tetrarch_.
_Attendant_.
_Boy_.
_Maid_.
PHOEBE.
CAMMA, _wife of Sinnatus, afterwards Priestess in the Temple of
Artemis_.
ROMANS.
ANTONIUS, _a Roman General_.
PUBLIUS.
_Nobleman_.
_Messenger_.
THE CUP.
ACT I.
SCENE I.--_Distant View of a City of Galatia_.
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