. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. Sir William Cecil 772 QUEEN MARY ACT V To be your Queen. To reign is rest-less fence,Tierce, quart, and trickery. Peace is with the dead. 160 Her life was winter, for her spring was nipt;And she loved much: pray God she be forgiven!Cecil. Peace with the dead, who never were at peace!Yet she loved one so much — I needs must say —That never English monarch dying leftEngland so little. Elizabeth. But with Cecils aid And others, if our person be securedFrom traitor stabs — we will makeEngland great. Enter Paget, and other Lords ofthe Council
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. Sir William Cecil 772 QUEEN MARY ACT V To be your Queen. To reign is rest-less fence,Tierce, quart, and trickery. Peace is with the dead. 160 Her life was winter, for her spring was nipt;And she loved much: pray God she be forgiven!Cecil. Peace with the dead, who never were at peace!Yet she loved one so much — I needs must say —That never English monarch dying leftEngland so little. Elizabeth. But with Cecils aid And others, if our person be securedFrom traitor stabs — we will makeEngland great. Enter Paget, and other Lords ofthe Council, Sir Ralph Bagenhall, etc. Lords. God save Elizabeth, the Queen of England!Bagenhall. God save the Crown! the Papacy is no more. 170 Paget (aside). Are we so sure of that ?Acclamation. God save the Queen !. Lord Lytton HAROLD A DRAMA To His Excellency THE RIGHT HON. LORD LYTTON, Viceroy and Governor-General of India. My dear Lord Lytton, — After old-world records — such as the Bayeux tapestryand the Roman de Rou, —Edward Freemans History of the Norman Conquest, and yourfathers Historical Romance treating of the same times, have been mainly helpful to mein writing this Drama. Your father dedicated his Harold to my fathers brother ; al-low me to dedicate mv Harold to yourself. A. Tennyson. SHOW-DAY AT BATTLE ABBEY, 1876 A garden here — May breath and bloom of spring -The cuckoo yonder from an English elmCrying, With my false egg I overwhelmThe native nest; and fancy hears the ring 774 HAROLD ACT I Of harness, and that deathful arrow sing, And Saxon battle-axe clang on Norman helm. Here rose the dragon-banner of our realm ; Here fought, here fell, our Norman-slanderd king. O Garden blossoming out of English blood ! O strange hate-healer Time ! We stroll and stare Where might made ri
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