_Pym._ Rudyard, no! England rejects all Feltons; most of all Since Wentworth ... Hampden, say the trust again Of England in her servants--but I 'll think You know me, all of you. Then, I believe, Spite of the past, Wentworth rejoins you, friends! _Vane and others._ Wentworth? Apostate! Judas! Double-dyed A traitor! Is it Pym, indeed ... _Pym._ ... Who says Vane never knew that Wentworth, loved that man, Was used to stroll with him, arm locked in arm, Along the streets to see the people pass, And read in every island-countenance Fresh argument for God against the King,-- Never sat down, say, in the very house Where Eliot's brow grew broad with noble thoughts, (You 've joined us, Hampden--Hollis, you as well,) And then left talking over Gracchus's death ... _Vane._ To frame, we know it well, the choicest clause In the Petition of Right: he framed such clause One month before he took at the King's hand His Northern Presidency, which that Bill Denounced. _Pym._ Too true! Never more, never more Walked we together! Most alone I went. I have had friends--all here are fast my friends-- But I shall never quite forget that friend. And yet it could not but be real in him! You, Vane,--you, Rudyard, have no right to trust To Wentworth: but can no one hope with me? Hampden, will Wentworth dare shed English blood Like water? _Hamp._ Ireland is Aceldama. _Pym._ Will he turn Scotland to a hunting-ground To please the King, now that he knows the King? The People or the King? and that King, Charles! _Hamp._ Pym, all here know you: you 'll not set your heart On any baseless dream. But say one deed Of Wentworth's, since he left us ... [_Shouting without._ _Vane._ There! he comes, And they shout for him! Wentworth 's at Whitehall, The King embracing him, now, as we speak, And he, to be his match in courtesies, Taking the whole war's risk upon himself, Now, while you tell us here how changed he is! Hear you? _Pym._ And yet if 't is a dream, no more, That Wentworth chose their side, and brought the King To love it as though Laud had loved it first, And the Queen after; that he led their cause Calm to success, and kept it spotless through, So that our very eyes could look upon The travail of our souls, and close content That violence, which something mars even right Which sanctions it, had taken off no grace From its serene regard. Only a dream!