For he was never factious nor inflamed Against us, and 'tis just that he be heard. (Acclamations from the Seculars.) WULFSTAN. I am not factious, Brethren, nor inflamed; Fie upon thee, Pagan ! Oh, but I know thee and thy place full well. WULFSTAN. On Mount Olympus with the Muses nine I ever dwelt . . . . MONKS. He doth confess it! Lo! He doth confess it! Faggots and a stake! MORCAR. I hear a voice that saith, 'Make lime of his bones.' SIDROC. Sirs, ye mistake him; he is a pious priest, Against your orders and your monasteries He speaks not; but he deems that holiest men, He finds more fat than bones, more monks than soldiers. Ye do but fall a weak and present prey To Sweyne and Olaf: wherefore make your choice, And thrive in peace, or brave a twofold ruin. Well said! PRIEST. Who's this? MONK. ANOTHER. A lambskin man he is; A fellow that puts his legs in lambskin hose. MORCAR. The Lord shall smite him with the botch of Egypt. SEVERAL SECULAR PRIESTS, joined by some of the Monks, (amidst clamour and confusion). We will have peace; we are not men of blood; Are we not servants of the Prince of Peace? The Northmen are upon us-Olaf and Sweyne! [DUNSTAN throws himself on his knees, and bows his head to the ground. SIDROC (aside to WULFSTAN). He bends before the storm. WULFSTAN. Will he not speak ? SIDROC. I know not-yes-he is in act to hatch WULFSTAN. They say a louse that's but three minutes old May be a grandsire; with no less a speed Do foul thoughts gender. SIDROC. Ha! we'll see anon Faith of my body! up he goes-sit—sit. I groan in spirit. DUNSTAN (rising slowly). Brethren, seek not in me Support or counsel. The whole head is sick, But, Brethren, if long years of penance sore, For your sake suffered, be remembered now, Deem me not utterly of God forsaken, Deem not yourselves forsaken. Lift up your hearts. The Order of Melchisedeck, the Law, The visible structure of the world of spirit, Are casual, and monarchs come and go, And warriors for a season walk the earth, By accident; for these are accidental, But ye eternal; ye are the soul of the world, Ye are the course of nature consecrate, Ye are the Church! one spirit is throughout you, And Christendom is with you in all lands. Who comes against you? 'Scaped from Hell's confine The thrones and principalities of earth, Azias, Amaziah, Saul himself, Fell they not headlong when they fell from us? And Oza, he that did but touch the ark? |