-^^o^ e . • • c, O • . . > A <^ . .0^ ^oV .^' '■> <:• ."^ *J' A> *^ _'^ ^^o^ ^*" ^^ ^"^ <5> * o r. o ^ . V^ i^^lpj. tn. A'> ■\ ' ■^^0^ l^^ ■%■ .^^ z^ .'^ -N^\' V K ^..... \'°- /'j4- V .*<^ ^' -A- '^0^ WAT TYLER, DRAMATIC POEM THREE ACTS. ROBERT SOUTHEY, Esq. BOSTON: PUBLISHED BY J. P. MENDUM. 1850. Estate of W. R. Hesgelbach, lt20. HISTORY OF WAT TYLER. The history of Wat Tyler has always held a dis- tinguished place in the English records, and though some men affect to disapprove of his conduct, all men have concurred in admiring his courage. The nation, even at that distant period, had begmi to rise above the barbarous state into which the 'conquest, by William the Norman, had plunged it, and to show strong signs of re- turning life. Such is the effect which society works upon a people — such the consequence which the human mind will produce upon itself, when left to pursue its natural course without interruption. The wars between the English and French govern- ments, which took place in those days, were like all others, ruinous and expensive. To defray the costs of these, a tax of three groats was ordered to be paid by every man and woman above the age of fifteen years : this un- heard of imposition had too much in it of the nature of con- quest, and savored too strongly of the nature of despotiiim, to be willingly submitted to. It gave rise to a discussion, among the people, about the right of the government to iy THE HISTORY OF adopt such a measure and the result of that discussion was resistance. Their motto was : — When Adam delv'd, and Eve span, Who was then a gentleman ? "The first disorder," says Hume, ''was raised by a blacksmith, in a village of Essex. The tax-gatherers came to this man's shop while he was at work ; and they demanded payment for his daughter whom he asserted to be below the age assigned by the statute. One of these fellows attempted a very indecent proof to the contrary, and at the same time laid hold of the maid, which the father resenting, immediately knocked out the ruffian's brains with his hammer. The by-standers applauded the action, and exclaimed that it was full time for the people to take vengeance on their tyrants, and to vindi- cate their native liberty. They immediately flew to arms; the whole neighborhood joined in the sedition; the flame spread in an instant over that county, and many others, before the government had the least warn- ing of the danger." The popidace, amounting to one hundred thousand men, assembled on Blackheath, under their leaders, Wat Tyler and Jack Straw. They sent a message to the King, (who had taken shelter in the Tower) and de- sired a conference with him. Richard sailed down the Thames, in a barge, for that purpose ; but, on approach- ing the shore, he was alarmed at the appearance of the people, and he returned to his fortress. The people in the meantime, had broken into the city of London ; where they cut off the heads of those whom they dis- liked, and committed other acts of a similar description. To quiet them, the King promised that their grievances should be redressed ; but, as it afterwards proved, these promises were never intended to be performed. WAT TYLER. V During this transaction, another body had broken into the Tower, had murdered the Chancellor, and Treasurer, with others of the Nobles ; and continued their ravages in the city. The King, passing along Smithfield, met with Wat Tyler, at the head of the populace, and enter- ed into a conference with him. Tyler ordered his com- panions to retire ; he went among the King's Company, and while he was conversing with Richard, Walworth, the JVIayor of London drew his sword, and with the assis- tance of the other persons in the King's service he mur- dered him. Richard then advanced to the populace, and promised them their freedom if they would return to their homes ; but as soon as he had re-obtained the upper hand, he revoked their charters, and reduced them to the slavish condition in which they had been before. The city of London, in commemoration of the part which their Mayor had taken in the above transaction, wear a representation of Walworth's dagger upon their coat of arms to this day. WAT TYLER. ACT 1. SCENE, A blacksmith's SHOP. Wat Tyler at work within. A May-pole before the Door. ALICE, PIERS, &c. SONG. Cheerful on this holiday, Welcome we the merry May. On ev'ry sunny hillock spread, The pale primrose rears her head ; Rich with sweets the western gale Sweeps along the cowslipp'd dale. Every bank with violets gay, Smiles to welcome in the May. The linnet from the budding grove, Chirps her vernal song of love ; The copse resounds the throstle's notes, On each wild gale sweet music floats ; And melody from every spray, Welcomes in the merry May. Cheerful on this holiday, Welcome we the merry May. \Dance. 8 WAT TYLER; During the Dance, Tyler lays down his Hammer^ and sits mourufidly doim before his Door. [ To him. HOB CARTER. Why so sad, neighbor 1 — ^ do not these gay sports, This revelry of youth, recall the days When we too mingled in the revelry, And lightly tripping in the morris dance Welcomed the merry month 1 TYLER. Aye, we were young ; No cares had quell'd the hey-day of the blood : We sported deftly in the April morning, Nor mark'd the black clouds gathering o'er our noon ; Nor fear'd the storm of night, HOB. Beshrew me, Tyler, But my heart joys to see the imp? so cheerful ! Young, hale, and happy, why should they destroy These blessings by reflection 1 TYLER. Look ye J neighbor — You have known me long. HOB. Since we were boys together. And played at barley-brake, and danc'd the morris : — Some five-and-twenty years ! TYLER. Was not T young, And hale and happy "? HOB. Cheerful as the best. A DRAMATIC POEM. 9 TYLER. Have not I been a staid, havd-working manl Up with the lark at labor — sober — honest — Of an unblemish'd character 1 HOB. Who doubts it, There's never a man in Essex bears a better. TYLER. And shall not these, though young and hale and happy, Look on with sorrow to the future hour ?- Shall not reflection poison all their pleasures 1 When I, the honest, staid, hard-working Tyler, Toil through the long course of the summer's day, Still toiling, yet still poor ! when with hard labor Scarce can I furnish out my daily food — And age comes on to steal away my strength. And le°ave me poor and wretched ! Why should this be ? My youth was regular — my labor constant — I married an industrious, virtuous woman : Nor while 1 toiled and sweated at the anvil. Sat she neglectful of her spinning wheel.— Hob — I have only six groats in the world. And they must sooaby law be taken from me. HOB. Curse on these taxes — one succeeds another — Our ministers — panders of a king's will — Drain all our wealth away — waste it in revels — And lure, or force away our boys, who should be The props of our old age ! — to fill their armies And feed the crows of France ! year follows year. And still we madly prosecute the war ; — Draining our wealth — distressing our poor peasants — 10 WAT TYLER; Slaughtering our youths — and all to cro\vn our chiefs With glory ! — I detest the hell-sprung name. TYLER. What matters me who wears the crown of France 1 Whether a Richard or a Charles possess it 1 They reap the glory — they enjoy the spoil — We pay — we bleed ! — The sun would shine as cheerly, The rains of heaven as seasonably fall, Though neither of these Royal pests existed. HOB. Nay — as for that^ we poor men should fare better ! No legal robbers then should force away The hard-earn' d wages of our honest toil. The Parliament forever cries more money, The service o/ the state demands more money. Just heaven ! of what service is the state 1 TYLER. Oh ! 'tis of vast importance ! who should pay for The luxuries and riots of the court'? Who should support the flaunting courtier's pride, Pay for their midnight revels, their rich garments, Did not the state enforce'? — Think ye, my friend, That I — a humble blacksmith, here at Deptford, Would part with these six groats — earn'd by hard toil. All that I have ! to massacre the Frenchmen, Murder as enemies men I never saw ! Did not the state compel me '? { Tax gatherers pass by) There they go, Privileg'd r s ! — (Piers and Alice advance to him.) ALICE. Did we not dance it well to-day, my father '? You know I always loved these village sports, A DRAMATIC POEBI. 11 Even from my infancy, and yet methinks I never tripped along the mead so gaily. You know they chose me queen, and your friend Piers Wreath'd me this cowslip garland for my head — Is it not simple'? you are pad, my father ! You should have rested from your work to-day And given a few hours up to merriment — But you are so serious ! TYLER. Serious, my good girl ! I may well be so : when I look at thee. It makes me sad I thou art too fair a flower, To bear the wintry wind of poverty ! PIERS. Yet I have often heard you speak of riches Even with contempt : they cannot purchase peace, Or innocence, or virtue — sounder sleep Waits on the weary ploughman's lowly bed, Than on the downy couch of lu.Yury Lulls the rich slave of pride and indolence. I never wish for wealth ! my arm is strong. And I can purchase by it a coarse meal, And hunger savors it. TYLER. Young man, thy mind Has yet to bear the hard lesson of experience. Thou art yet young, the blasting breath of want Has not yet froze the current of thy blood. PIERS. Fare not the birds well, as from spray to spray Blithsome they bound — yet find their simple food Scattered abundantly 1 12 . WAT TYLER; TYLER. No fancied boundaries of mine and thine Restrain their wanderings : Nature gives enough For all ; but man with arrogant selfishness, Proud of his heaps, hoards up superfluous stores Robb'd from his weaker fellows, starves the poor, Or gives to pity what he owes to justice ! PIERS. So I have heard our good friend, John Ball, preach. ALICE. My father, wherefore was John Ball imprisoned? Was he not charitable, good and pious ! I have heard him say that all mankind are brethren, And that like brethren they should love each other ; - Was not that doctrine pious ? TYLER. Rank sedition — High treason, every syllable, my child : The priests cry out on him for heresy, The nobles all detest him as a rebel. And this good man, the minister of Christ, This man, the friend and brother of mankind, Lingers in the dark dungeon ! — My dear Alice. Retire awhile. {Exit Alice.) Piers, I would speak to thee Even with a father's love ! you are much with me. And I believe do court my conversation ; Thou could'st not choose thee forth a truer friend ; I would fain see thee happy, but I fear Thy very virtues will destroy thy peace. My daughter — she is young — not yet fifteen — Piers, thou art generous, and thy youthful heart A DRAMATIC POEBI. 13 Warm with affection ; this clo?e intimacy Will ere long grow to love. PIERS. Suppose it so ■ Were that an evil, Tyler. She is mild, And cheerful, and industrious — now methinks \Vith such a partner life would be most happy ! Why would you warn me then of wretchedness 1 Is there an evil that can harm our lof? I have been told the virtuous must be happy, And have believed it true ; tell me, my friend, What shall disturb the virtuous 1 TYLER. Poverty — A bitter foe ! PIERS. Nay, you have often told me That happiness does not consist in riches. TYLER,. It is most true : but tell me, my dear boy, Could'st thou be happy to behold thy wife Pining with want 1 — the children of your loves Clad in the squalid rags of wretchedness'? And when thy hard and unremitting toil Had earned with pain a scanty recompense, Could'st thou be patient vs^hen the law should rob thee, And leave thee without bread and pennyless 1 PIERS. It is a dreadful picture. TYLER. 'Tis a true one. 14 WAT TYLER; PIERS. But yet methinks our sober industrj'' Might drive away the danger : 'tis but little That I could wish — food for our frugal meals, Raiment, however homely, and a bed To shield us fiom the night. TYLER. Thy honest reason Could wish no more : but were it not most wretched. To want the coarse food for the fiugal meal ■? And by the orders of your merciless lord, If you by chance were guilty of being poor, To be turned out adrift to the bleak world, Unhoused, unfriended'? — Piers, I have not been idle, I never ate the bread of indolence — Could Alice be more ihiifty than her mother? Yet but with one child, and that one, how good Thou knowest, I scarcely can provide the wants Of nature ; look at these wolves of the law, They come to drain me of my hard earn'd wages. I have already paid the heavy tax Laid on the wool that clothes me — on my leather, On all the needful articles of life ! And now three groats (and I worked hard to earn them) The Parliament demands — and I must pay them, Forsooth, for liberty to wear my head. Enter Tax-gatherers COLLECTORS. Three groats a head for all your family. PIERS. Why is this money gathered 1 — 'tis a hard tax On the poor laborer ! It can never be, A DRAMATIC POEM. 15 That government should thus distress the people. Go to the rich for money — honest labor Ought to enjoy its fruits. COLLECTOR. The state wants money. War is expensive — 'tis a glorious war, A war of honor, and must be supported. — Three groats a head. TYLER. There, three for my own head, Three for my wife's ! — what will the state tax next 1 COLLECTOR. You have a daughter. TYLER. She is below the age — not yet fifteen. COLLECTOR. You would evade the tax TYLER. Sir Officer, I have paid you fairly what the law demands. [Alice and her Mother enter the Shop. The Tax-gatherers go to her. One of them, lays hold of her. She screams. Tyler goes to. J COLLECTOR. You say she's under age. [Alice screams again. Tyler knocks out the J ax- gatherer's Brains. His Companions fly,\ PIERS. A just revenge. 16 WAT TYLER; TYLER. Most just indeed : but in the eye of the law 'Tis murder — and the murderer's lot is mine. " [Piers goes out. (Tyler sits dozen mournfully.) ALICE. Fly. my dear father ! let us leave this place Before they raise pursuit. TYLER. Nay, nay, my child, Flight would be useless — I have done my duty • I have punish'd the brute insolence of lust, And here will wait my doom. WIFE. Oh ! let us fly ! My husband, my dear husband ! ALICE. Quit but this place, And we may yet be safe, and happy too. T\ LER. It would be useless, Alice — 'twould but lengthen A wretched life in fear. (Cry without.) Liberty ! liberty ! [Enter Mob, Hob Carter, &c.) ( Cry) Liberty ! Liberty ! — No Poll Tax ! — No War ! HOB. We have broke our chains — we will arise in anger — The mighty multitude shall trample down The handful that oppress them. A DRAMATIC POEM. 17 TYLER. Have ye heard So soon then of my murder 1 HOB. Of yom' vengeance. Piers ran throughout the village — told the news — Cried out to arms ! arm, arm for liberty 1 For Liberty and Justice ! TYLER. My good friends, Heed well your danger, or be resolute : Learn to laugh menaces and force to scorn, Or leave me, I dare answer the bold deed — Death must come once : return ye to your homes, Protect my wife and child, and on my grave Write why I died; perhaps the time may come When honest Justice shall applaud the deed. HOB. Nay, nay, — we are oppressed, and have too long Knelt at our proud lords feet — we have too long Obeyed their orders — bowed to their caprices. Sweated for them the wearying summer's day, Wasted for them the wages of our toil ; Fought for them, conquered for them, bled for them. Still to be trampled on and still despised ; But we have broke our chains. TOM MILLER. Piers is gone on Through all the neighboring villages to spread The glorious tidings. HOB. He is hurried on 18 WAT TYLER; To Maidstone; to deliver good John Ball, Our friend, our shepherd. {Mob increases.) TYLER. Friends and Countrymen, Will ye then rise to save an honest man From the fierce clutches of the bloody \b.w ? Oh ! do not call to mind my private vprongs. That the state drain'd my hard earned pittance from me ■ That, of his ofHce proud, the foul collector Durst vvfith lewd hand seize on my darling child, Insult her maiden modesty, and force A father's hand to vengeance : heed not this : Think not, my countrymen, on private wrongs. Remember what yourselves have long endured. Think of the insults, wrongs, and contumelies. Ye bear from your proud lords — that your hard toil Manures the fertile fields — you plough the earth, You sow the corn, you reap the ripen'd harvest, — They riot on the produce ! — That, like beasts, They sell you with their land — claim all the fruits Which the kindly earth produces as their own. The privilege, forsooth, of noble birth ! On, on to Freedom ; feel but your own strength, Be but resolved, and these destructive tyrants Shall shrink before your vengeance. HOB. On to London — The tidings fly before us — the court trembles. Liberty ! — Vengeance ! — Justice ! A DRAMATIC POEM. 19 ACT II. SCENE BLACKHEATH. TYLER, HOB. &c. SONG. " When Adam delv'd^ and Eve span, '• Who was then the gentleman'? " Wretched is the infant's lot, Born within the straw roof d cot ! Be he generous, wise, or brave, He must only be a slave. Long, long labor, little rest, Still to toil to be oppress'd : Drain'd by taxes of his store, Punish'd next for being poor ; This is the poor wretch' s lot, Born within the straw roof "d cot. While the peasant Avorks — to sleep ; What the peasant sows — to reap ; On the couch of ease to lie, Rioting in revelry, Be he villain, be he fool. Still to hold despotic rule, Trampling on his slaves with scorn ; This is to be nobly born. " When Adam delv'd, and Eve span, " Who was then the Gentleman?" JACK STRAW. The mob are up in London — the proud courtiers Begin to tremble. TOM MILLER. Aye, aye, 'tis time to tremble ; 20 WAT TYLER; Who'll plough their fields, who'll do their drudgery now 1 And work like horses, to give them the harvest ! JACK STRAW. I only wonder we lay quiet so long. We had always the same strength, and we deserved The ills we met with for not using it. HOB. Why do we fear those animals called lords'? What is there in the name to frighten us 1 Is not my. arm as mighty as a Baron's 1 Enter Piers and John Ball. PIERS (;o Tyler.) Have I done well, my father ? — I remember'd This good man lay in prison. TYLER. My dear child, Most well ; the people rise for liberty. And their first deed should be to break the chains That bind the virtuous : — Oh ! thou honest priest — How much hast thou endured ! JOHN BALL. Why aye, my friend ! These squalid rags bespeak what I have suffered. I was revil'd — insulted — left to languish In a damp dungeon ; but I bore it cheerily — My heart was glad — for 1 have done my duty, I pitied my oppressors, and I sorrowed For the poor men of England. TYLER. They have felt Their strength — look round this heath I A DRAMATIC POEM. 21 'Tis thronged witli men, Ardent for freedom ; mighty is the event That waits their fortune. JOHN BALL. I would fain address them. TYLER. Do so, my friend, and teach to them their duty. Remind them of their long withholden rights. What ho ! there ! silence ! PIERS. Silence there, my friends, This good man would address you. HOB. Aye, aye, hear him — He is no mealy mouthed court orator. To flatter vice, and pamper lordly pride. JOHN BALL. Friends ! Brethren ! for ye are my brethren all ; Englishmen, met in arms to advocate The cause of freedom ! hear me ! pause awhile In the career of vengeance ; it is true I am a priest ; but, as these rags may speak, Not one who riots in the poor man's spoil, Or trades with his religion. I am one Who preach the law of Christ, and in my life Would practise what he taught. The son of God Came not to you in power; humble in mien. Lowly in heart, the man of Nazareth Preach'd mercy, justice, love : '' Wo unto ye, Ye that are rich : — if that ye would be saved. Sell what ye have, and give unto the poor.'' So taught the Saviour : oh ! my honest friends ! 22 WAT TYLER; Have ye not felt the strong indignant throb Of justice in your bosoms, to behold The lordly baron feasting on your spoils 1 Have you not in your hearts arraign'd the lot That gave him on the couch of luxury To pillow his head, and pass the festive day In sportive feasts, and ease, and revelry 1 Have not you often in your conscience ask'd Why is the difference, wherefore should that man, No worthier than myself, thus lord it over me, And bid me labor, and enjoy the fruits'? The God within your breasts has argued thus ! The voice of truth has murraur'd ; came ye not As helpless to the world'? Shines not the sun With equal ray on both"? — Do ye not feel The self same winds of heaven as keenly parch ye ■? Abundant is the earth — the Sire of all Saw and pronounced that it was very good. Look round : the vernal fields smile with new flowers, The budding orchard perfumes the soft breeze, And the green corn waves to the passing gale. There is enough for all. but your proud Baron Stands up, and arrogant of str'ength exclaims, " I am a Lord — hy nature I am noble ; These fields are mine, for I was born to them, I was born in the castle — you, poor Avretches, Whelp'd in the cottage, are by birth my slaves." Almighty God ! such blasphemies are utter'd ! Almighty God ! such blasphemies believ'd ! TOM MILLER. This is something like a seniion. JACK STRAW. Where's the bishop Would tell you truths like these } A DRAMATIC POEM. 23 HOB. There was never a bishop among all the apostles. JOHN BALL. My brethren ? PIERS. Silence, the good priest speaks. JOHN BALL. My brethren, these are truths, and weighty ones ; Ye are all equal : nature made you so. Equality is your birthright ; — when I gaze On the proud palace, and behold one man In the blood-purpled robes of royalty, Feasting at ease, and lording over millions, Then turn me to the hut of poverty. And see the wretched lab'rer worn with toil, Divide his scanty morsel with his infants, I sicken, and indignant at the sight, *' Blush for the patience of humanity." JACK STRAW. We will assert our rights. TOM MILLER. We'll trample down These insolent oppressors. JOHN BALL. In good truth. Ye have cause for anger ; but, my honest friends. Is it revenge or justice that ye seek I MOB. Justice, justice ! 24 WAT TYLEU; JOHN BALL. Oh ! then remember mercy ; And though your proud oppressors spar'd not you, Show you excel them in humanity. They will use every art to disunite you, To conquer separately, by stratagem, Whom in a mass they fear — but be ye firm — Boldly demand your long forgotten rights, Your sacred, your inalienable freedom — Be bold — be resolute — be merciful ! And while you spurn the hated name of slaves, Show you are men ! MOB. Long live our honest priest ! JACK STRAW. He shall be made archbishop. JOHN BALL. My brethren, I am plain John Ball, your friend, Your equal ; by the law of Christ enjoined To serve you, not command. JACK STRAW. March we for London. TYLER. Mark me, my friends — we rise for liberty — Justice shall be our guide ; let no man dare To plunder in the tumult. MOB. Lead us on — Liberty ! — Justice ! (Exeunt, tvith cries of Liberty — no Poll Tax ■ no War.) A DRAMATIC POEM. 25 scene changes to the tower. King Richard, Archbishop of Canterbury, Sir John Tresilian, Walworth, Philpot. KING. What must we do^ the danger grows more imminent — The mob increases PHILPOT. Every moment brings Fresh tidings of our peril. KING. It were well To yield them what they ask. ARCHBISHOP. Aye, that my liege Were politic. Go boldly forth to meet them. Grant all they ask — however vrild and ruinous — Meantime the troops you have already summoned, Will gather round them. Then my Christian power Absolves you of your promise. WALWORTH. Were but their ringleaders cut off — the rabble Would soon disperse. PHILPOT. United in a mass There's nothing can rcFisl them — once divide them And they will fall an easy sacrifice. ARCHBISHOP. Lull them by promises — bespeak them fair — Go forth, my liege — spare not, if need requires A solemn oath, to ratify the treaty. 26 WAT TYLER; KING. I dread their fury. ARCHBISHOP. 'Tis a needless dread, There is divinity about your person; It is the sacred privilege of Kings, Howe'er they act, to render no account To man. The people have been taught this lesson, Nor can they soon forget it. KING. I will go — I will submit to every thing they ask ; My day of triumph will arrive at last. (Shouts without.) [Enter 3Icssenger.] MESSENGER. The mob are at the city gates. ARCHBISHOP. Haste, haste ! Address them ere too late. I'll remain here, For they detest me much. (Shouts again.) [Enter another Messenger.] MESSENGER. The Londoners have opened the city gates. The rebels are admitted. KING. Fear then must give me courage ; my Lord Mayor, Come you with me. {Exeunt. Shouts without.) A DRAMATIC POEM. 27 scene, smithfield. Wat Tyler, John Ball, Piers, &c,, Mob. PIERS. So far triumphant are we ; how these nobles, These petty tyrants, who so long oppressed us. Shrink at the first resistance ! HOB. They were powerful, Only because we fondly thought them so. AVhere is Jack Straw'? TYLER. Jack Straw is gone to the Tower To seize the king and so to end resistance. JOHN BALL. It was well judged; fain would I spare the shedding Of human blood ; gain we that royal puppet. And all will follow fairly; deprived of him, The nobles lose their pretext, nor will dare Rebel against the people's majesty. [Enter Herald.] HERALD. Richard the Second, by the grace of God, Of England, Ireland^ France, and Scotland, King, And of the town of Berwick-upon-Tweed, Would parley with Wat Tyler. TYLER. Let him know Wat Tyler is in Smithfield. (Exit Herald.) I will parley With this young monarch ; as he comes to me 28 WAT TYLER; Trusting my honor, on your lives I charge you Let none attempt to harm him. JOHN BALL. The faith of courts Is but a week dependence ; You are honest — And better is it even to die the victim Of credulous honesty, than live preserved By the cold policy that still suspects. [Enter King, Walworth, Philpot, &c.] KING. I would speak to thee, Wat Tyler ; bid the mob Retire awhile. PIERS. Nay, do not go alone — Let me attend you. TYLER. Wherefore should I fear 1 Am I not armed with a just cause 1 — retire, And I will boldly plead the cause of Freedom. (Advances.) KING. Tyler, why have you killed my officer ; And led my honest subjects from their homes, Thus to rebel against the Lord's anointed 1 TYLER. Because they were oppressed. KING. Was this the way To remedy the ill 1 You should have tried A DRAMATIC POEM. 29 By milder means — petitioned at the throne — The throne will always listen to petitions. TYLER. King of England ! Petitioning for pity is most weak, The sovereign people ought to demand justice. I kill'd your officer, for his lewd hand Insulted a maid's modesty ; your subjects I lead to rebel against the Lord's anointed, Because his ministers have made him odious j His yoke is heavy, and his burden grievous. Why do we carry on this fatal war, To force upon the French a King they hate ; Tearing our young men from their peaceful homes ; Forcing his hard earned fruits from the honest peasant, Distressing us to desolate our neighbors ; Why is this ruinous poll-tax imposed, But to support your court's extravagance. And your mad title to the crown of France 1 Shall we sit tamely down beneath these evils, Petitioning for pity 1 King of England ! Why are we sold like cattle in your markets — Deprived of every privilege of man 1 Must we lie tamely at our tyrants' feet, And like your spaniels, lick the hand that beats us T You sit at ease in your gay palaces, The costly banquet courts your appetite. Sweet music soothes your slumbers ; we the while Scarce by hard toil can earn a little food. And sleep scarce sheltered from the cold night wind : While your wild projects wrest the little from us Which might have cheered the wintry hour of age ; 30 WAT TYLER; The Parliament forever asks more money ; We toil and sweat for money for your taxes ; "Where is the benefit, what food reap we From all the councils of your government 1 Think you that we should quarrel with the French 1 What boots to us your victories, your glory ] We pay, we fight, you profit at your ease. Do you not claim the country as your own % Do you not call the venison of the forest. The birds of heaven your own "? prohibiting us, Even though in want of food, to seize the prey Which nature offers'? — King ! is all this just? Think you we do not feel the wrongs we suffer 1 The hour of retribution is at hand. And tyrants tremble — mark me, King of England ! WALWORTH. ( Comes behind him, and stabs him.) Insolent rebel, threatening the King ! PIERS. Vengeance ! vengeance ! HOB. Seize the King. KING. I must be bold. (Advancing.) My friends and loving subjects, 1 will grant all you ask ; you shall be free — The tax shall be repealed — all, all you wish. Your leader menaced me, he deserved his fate. Quiet your angers ; on my royal word Your grievances shall all be done away, Your vassalage abolished. — A free pardon Allow'd to all ; so help me God it shall be. A DRAMATIC POEM. ;31 JOHN BALL. Revenge, my brethren, becomes not Christiana. Send us these terms sign'd with your seal of state j We will await in peace ; deceive us not • Act justly, so to excuse your late foul deed. KING. The charter shall be drawn out ; on mine honor, All shall be justly done. ACT III. SCENE SMITHFIELD, PIERS, [meeting John Ball.) You looked disturbed, my father 1 JOHN BALL. Piers, I am so. Jack Straw has forced the Tower, seized the archbishop, And beheaded him. PIERS. The curse of insurrection ! JOHN BALL. Aye, Piers ! our nobles level^down their vassals — Keep them at endless labor like their brutes. Degrading every faculty by servitude. Repressing all the energy of mind. We must not wonder, then, that like wild beasts, 32 WAT TYLER; When they have burst their chains, with brutal rage They revenge them on their tyrants. PIERS. This Archbishop ! He was oppressive to his humble vassals ; Proudj haughty, avaricious. JOHN BALL. A true high priest ! Preaching humility with his mitre on ! Praising up alms and Christian charity Even whilst his unforgivmg hand distress'd His honest tenants. PIERS. He deserv'd his fate, then. JOHN BALL. Justice can never link with cruelty. Is there among the catalogue of crimes A sin so black that only death can expiate '? Will Reason never rouse her from her slumbers, And darting through the veil her eagle eye, See in the sable garment of the law [ty — Revenge conceal'd'? — This high priest has been haugh- He has oppressed his vassals : tell me, Piers, Does his death remedy the ills he caused 1 Were it not better to repress his power Of doing wrong — that so his future life Might expiate the evils of the past, And benefit mankind 1 PIERS. But must not vice Be punished 1 A DEIAMATIC POEM. 33 JOHN BALL. Is not punishment revenge ? The momentary violence of anger May be excus'd ; the indignant heart will throb Against oppression, arid the outstretch'd arm Resent its injured feelings : the Collector Insvdted Alice, and roused the keen emotions Of a fond father. Tyler murder'd him. PIERS. Murder'd ! — a most harsh word. JOHN BALL. Yes, murder'd him : His mangled feelings prompted the bad act, And Nature will almost commend the deed That Justice blames ; but will the awaken'd feelings Plead with their heart-moving eloquence For the cool, deliberate murder of revenge 1 Would you. Piers, in your calmer hour of reason Condemn an erring brother to be slain? Cut him at once from all the joys of life, All hopes of reformation ! to revenge The deed his punishment cannot recalH My blood boil'"d in me at the fate of Tyler, Yet I reveng'd not. PIERS. Oh ! my Christian father ! They would not argue thus humanely on us Were we within their power. JOHN BALL. I know they would not '. But we must pily them that they are vicious, Not imitate iheir vice. 2# 34 WAT TYLER; PIERS. Alas ! poor Tyler ! I do repent me much that I stood back, When he advanced fearless in rectitude To meet these royal assassins. JOHN BALL. Not for myself, Though I have lost an honest, virtuous friend, Mourn I the death of Tyler : he was one Gifted with the strong energy of mind. Quick to perceive the right, and prompt to act When Justice needed : he would listen unto me With due attention, yet not yielding lightly What had to him seem'd good : severe in virtue, He aw'd the ruder people whom he led By his stern rectitude. PIERS. Witness that day When they destroyed the palace of the Gaunt, And hurl'd the wealth his avarice had amass'd Amid the fire : the people, fierce in zeal, Threw in the flames the wretch whose selfish hand Purloin'd amid the tumult. JOHN BALL. I lament The death of Tyler for my country's sake. I shudder lest posterity enslav'd Should rue his murder ! — who shall now control The giddy multitude, blind to their own good, And listening with avidity to the tale Of courtly falsehood 1 A DRAIMATIC POEM. 35 PIERS. The King must perform His plighted promise. ( Cry without) —The Charter ! — the Charter ! [Enter Mob and Herald.] TOM MILLER. Read it out — read it out ! HOB. Aye, aye, let's hear the Charter ! HERALD. Richard Plantagenet, by the grace of God, King of England, Ireland. France, Scotland, and the town of Ber- wick-upon-Tweed, to all whom it may concern, These presents — Whereas our loving subjects have complained to us of the heavy burdens they endure, particularly from our late enacted poll-tax : and whereas they have risen in arms against our officers, and demanded the abolition of personal slavery, vassalage, and manorial rights ; we, ever ready in our sovereign mercy to listen to the petitions of our loving subjects, do annul all these grievances — MOB. Huzza ! long live the King I HERALD. And do of our royal mercy, grant a free pardon to all who may have been anywise concerned in the late in- surrections. All this shall be faithfully performed on our royal word. So help us God. God save the King. [Loud and repealed shouts.) 36 WAT TYLER; HERALD. Now then depart in quiet to your homes. JOHN BALL. Nay, my good friend — the people will remain Embodied peaceably, till Parliament Confirm the royal Charter : tell your King so ; We will await the Charter's confirmation, Meanwhile comporting ourselves orderly As peaceful citizens, not risen in tumult, But to redress their evils. Exit Herald^ Sfc. Hob, Piers, and John Ball remain. HOB. 'Twas well order'd. I place but little trust in courtly faith. JOHN BALL. We must remain embodied ; else tlie King Will plunge again in royal luxury, And when the storm of danger is past over, Forget his promises. HOB. Aye, like an aguish sinner. He'll promise to repent when the fit is on him ; When well recover'd, laugh at his own terrors. PIERS. Oh ! I am grieved that we must gain so little ! Why are. not all these empty ranks abolish'd. King, slave, and lord, " ennobled into MANl " Are we not equal all 1 — have you not told me Equality is the sacred right of man. Inalienable, though by force withheld 'i A DRAMATIC POEM. .37 JOHN BALL. Even so ; but Piers, my frail and fallible judgment Knows hardly to decide if it be right, Peaceably to return, content with little, With this half restitution of our rights. Or boldly to proceed through blood and slaughter, Till we should all be equal and all happy. I chose the milder way ; — perhaps I erred. PIERS. I fear me — by the mass, the unsteady people Are flocking homewards ! how the multitude Diminishes. JOHN BALL. Go thou, my son, and stay them. Carter, do you exert your influence. All depends on their stay : my mind is troubled. And I would fain compose my thoughts of action. {Exeunt Hob and Piers.) Father of mercies ! I do fear me much That I have err'd : thou gav'st my ardent mind To pierce the mists of superstitious falsehood ; — Gav'st me to know the truth. I should have urg'd it Through every opposition : now, perhaps, The seemly voice of pity has deceived mej And all this mighty movement ends in ruin ! I fear me, I have been like the weak leech, Who, sparing to cut deep, with cruel mercy Mangles his patient without curing him. (Great tumult.) What means this tumult] hark ! the clang of arms ! God of eternal justice ! the false monarch Has broke his plighted vow ! [Enter Piers, wounded.] 38 WAT TYLER; PIERS. Fly, fly, my father — the perjur'd King — fly ! fly ! JOHN BALL. Nay, nay, my child — I dare abide my fate, Let me bind up thy wounds. PIERS. 'Tis useless succor, They seek thy life ; fly, fly, my honor'd father. Fain would I die in peace to hope thee safe, I shall soon join thee, Tyler ! — they are murdering Our unsuspecting brethren : half unarmed. Trusting too fondly to the tyrant's vows. They were dispersing; — the streets swim with blood. Oh ! save thyself. [Enter Soldiers.] SOLDIER. This is that old seditious heretic. (Seizes John Ball.) SECOND SOLDIER. And here the young spawn of rebellion ; My orders ar'n't to spare him. {Stabs Piers.) Come, you old stirrer-up of insurrection. You bell-weather of the mob — you ar'n't to die So easily. ( They lead off John Ball — the tumult increases — Mob fly across the Stage — the Troops pursue them — loud cries and shouts.) A DRAMATIC POEM. 39 scene westminbter hall. King, Walworth, Philpot, Sir John Tresilian, &c. WALWORTH. My liege, 'twas wisely ordered to destroy The dunghill rabble, but take prisoner That old seditious priest ; his strange wild notions Of this equality, when well exposed, Will create ridicule, and shame the people Of their late tumults. SIR JOHN TRESILIAN. Aye, there's nothing like A fair, free, open trial, where the King Can choose his jury and appoint his judges. KING. Walworth, I must thank you for my deliverance ; 'Twas a bold deed to stab him in the parley ! Kneel down and rise a knight, Sir William Walworth. [Enter Messenger.] MESSENGER. I left them hotly at it. Smithfield smoked With the rebels' blood : your troops fought loyally, There's not a man of them will lend an ear To pity. SIR WILLIAM WALWORTH. Is John Ball secur'd ? MESSENGER. They have seiz'd him. [Enter Guards with John Ball.] 4t> WAT TYLER; GUARD. We've brought the old villain. SECOND GUARD. An old mischief-maker — Why, there's fifteen hmidred of the mob are Idll'd, All through his preaching ! SIR JOHN TRESILIAN. Prisoner ! are you the arch-rebel, John Balll JOHN BALL. I am John Ball ; but I am not a rebel. Take ye the name, who, arrogant in sti-ength, Rebel against the people's sovereignty. SIR JOHN TRESILIAN. John Ball, you are accus'd of stirring up The poor deluded people to rebellion ; Not having the fear of God and of the King Before your eyes; of preaching up strange notions, Heretical and treasonous; such as saying That kings have not a right from heaven to govern ; That all mankind are equal ; and that ranks And the distinctions of society, Aye, and the sacred rights of property. Are evil and oppressive ; — plead you guilty To this most heavy charge 1 JOHN BALL. If it be guilt To preach what you are pleased to call strange notions, That all mankind as brethren must be equal ; That privileg'd orders of society Are evil and oppressive ; that the right Of property is a juggle to iloceive A DRAMATIC POEM. 41 The poor whom you oppress ; I plead me guilty. SIR JOHN TRESILIAN. It is against the custom of this court That the prisoner should plead guilty. JOHN BALL. Why then put you The needless question 1 — Sir Judge, let me save The vain and empty insult of a trial. What I have done, that I dare justify. SIR JOHN TRESILIAN. Did you not tell the mob they were oppress'd, And preach upon the equality of man ; With evil intent thereby to stir them up To tumult and rebellion "? JOHN BALL. That I told them That all mankind are eqtial, is most true ; Ye came as helpless infants to the world ; Ye feel alike the infirmities of nature ; And at last moulder into common clay. Why then these vain distinctions "? — bears not the earth Food in abundance 1 — must your granaries O'erflow with plenty, while the poor man starves! Sir Judge, why sit you there clad in your furs ? Why are your cellars stor'd with choicest wines 1 Your larders hung with dainties, while your vassal, As virtuous, and as able too by nature, Though by your selfish tyranny depriv'd Of mind's improvement, shivers in his rags, And starves amid the plenty he creates % I have said this is wrong, and I repeat it — And there will be a time when this great truth 42 WAT TYLER; Shall be confess'd — be felt by all mankind ; The electric truth shall run from man to man. And the blood- cemented pyramid of greatness Shall fall before the flash ! SIR JOHN TRESILIAN. Audacious rebel ! How darest thou insult this sacred court, Blaspheming all the dignities of rank'? How could the government be carried on Without the sacred orders of the King And the nobility '\ JOHN BALL. Tell me, Sir Judge, What does the government avail the peasant! Would not he plough his field and sow the corn, Aye, and in peace enjoy the harvest too : Would not the sunshine and the dews descend, Though neither King nor Parliament existed] Do your Court Politics ought matter hi^n } Would he be warring even unto the death [tend, With his French neighbors'? — Charles and Richard con- The people fight and suffer : — think ye, Sirs, If neither country had been cursed with a chief, The peasants would have quarrell'd 1 KING. This is treason ! The patience of the court has been insulted — ■ Condemn the foul mouth'd, contumacious rebel. SIR JOHN TRESILIAN. John Ball, whereas you are accused before us Of stirring iip the people to rebellion, And preaching to them strange and dangerous doctrines ; A DRAMATIC iPOEM. 43 ^ And whereas your behaviour to the court Has been most msolent and contumacious, Insulting Majesty — and since you have pleaded Guilty to all these charges, I condemn you To death : you shall be hanged by the neck, But not till you are dead — your bowels opened — " Your heart torn out and burnt before your face — Your traitorous head be sever'd from your body — Your body quartered, and exposed upon The city gates — a terrible example — And the Lord God have mercy on your soul ! JOHN BALL. Why, be it so. I can smile at your vengeance, For I am arm'd with rectitude of soul. 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