{"1": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap. _ T _. Copyright No.\\nShelf .__.\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES\\ni, and\\nCharles Cart\\n^o", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES\\nArthur Paterson and\\nCharles Cartwright.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "46200\\n1-ibrwry of Congres*\\nIwo Copies Received\\nSEP 12 1900\\nCopyright entry\\n4eJ. ft//\\nsecond copy.\\nDelivered to\\nOROfcH DIVISION,\\nSEP 19 1900\\n1\\n80107\\nCopyright, 1900, by Ueexel Biddle, Publisher", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES\\nCHARACTERS:\\nLORD WILLOUGHBY OF PARHAM, Ser-\\ngeant Major General Commanding the\\nParliamentary Forces in Lincolnshire.\\nCOL. FAIRWEATHER, Of the Parlia-\\nCOL. STRICKLAND, mentarian\\nCOL. BROCKLEHURST. J Army.\\nCAPTAIN CAPELL.\\nLIEUTENANT RALF DANGERFIELD.\\nSERGEANT.\\nMTCKLEJOHN, Corporal.\\nSANCTIFY JORDAN, Trooper.\\nMAKEPEACE, Trooper.\\nGOODCHILD, Trooper.\\nREV. ISAAC HEPWORTH.\\nJOHN CLAYPOLE.\\nVISCOUNT CHARLTON, Royalist Officer.\\nOLIVER CROMWELL.\\nMADAM CROMWELL.\\nBETTY CROMWELL.\\nPHOEBE.\\nRACHEL FULLERTON.\\nACTS I. AND II.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Cromwell s House ai\\nEly.\\nACT III.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Stainsby House, Royalist Strong-\\nhold.\\nACT IV.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Cromwell s House.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "The Ironsides\\nACT I.\\nSCENE\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Entrance Hall, Cromwell s House,\\nEly. Time\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Morning.\\nMadam Cromwell and Betty discovered.\\nPhoebe. Sanctify Jordan and another\\nmaid servant.\\nBETTY (Reading from family Bible):\\nThe transgressors shall be destroyed alto-\\ngether, and the wicked shall be cut off.\\n(Closes book.)\\n(Servants rise.)\\nMADAM C: The Lord grant it may be\\nsoon and the war end. Phoebe, go thou to\\nthe window. The regiment should be in\\nsight.\\nPHOEBE: They are not coming yet,\\nMadam.\\n(Exit Phoebe, Sanctify and maid.)\\nMADAM C: I trust there hath been no\\nmishap. Repeat to me, child, the news the\\nCorporal gave thee.\\nBETTY: He said the Malignants were in\\nstrong force, and disputed stubbornly.\\nFather s horse was killed and he was in\\ngreat peril, but Lieutenant Dangerfield\\ncharged so fiercely with the first troop that\\nhe drove the enemy before him in confusion,\\nsaved father s life, and won the day.\\nMADAM C: A gallant vouth, a worthy\\nyouth. Well deserving of his name.\\nBETTY: Dost know him, Granny?\\nMADAM C: T have not seen him since he\\nwas an infant. But his grandfather, who\\ncommanded one of Queen Elizabeth s best\\nships of war. was a dear friend of mine. I", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nwas then a maid. It was long ago\u00e2\u0080\u0094 long,\\nlong ago. (Sighs.) But 1 desire to see th.s\\nyouth. Is he comely, tall and gallant? \u00c2\u00a3Ls\\ngrandfather was the handsomest man than\\n1 have ever seen. .Describe ins appearance,\\npussy.\\n(filter Rachel R.)\\nBETTY: Indeed, Granny, Rachel will do\\nthat the best.\\nMADAM C: (Kissing Rachel.) Thou art\\nlate, my girlie.\\nRACn.h,L: Forgive me, dearest Madam,\\none of the maids is sick.\\nMADAM C: And tliou hast done her\\nwork? Answer not; I know thine unselfish\\nways. I desire thee tell me of this youtn.\\nRalf Dangerfield. What is he l.ke?\\nKACHEL: 1 have but spoken to him in\\nordinary greeting.\\nBETTY: Fie, oh fie!\\nRACHEL: You are a mischief. Granny,\\ntake no heed of her.\\nMADAM C: Come, Betty, then. Thou de-\\nscribe him.\\nBETTi: He is of rude and awkward\\nbearing.\\nRACHEL: How can you say so? He is\\na most courteous gentleman.\\nBETTY: He is ugly, and one eye, me-\\nthinks, hath a decided cast.\\nRACHEL: Madam, th.s is a hoax. She\\nshould be soundly shaken.\\nBETTY: (Laughing.) Did I not declare you\\nknew him best? See. Granny, naught I say\\ncan please her.\\nMADAM C: Impudent baggage. Have a\\ncare or I shall take thy chastisement in\\nhand myself. Now, Rachel, give me hia\\nlikeness in all seriousness. You had many\\nopportunities of seeing him, for if I mistake\\nnot he was here when I was away in Lon-\\ndon. (Aside.) Methinks it was high time I\\nshould return.\\nRACHEL: He fs tall and handsome, with", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\ndark hair, worn longer than is the custom\\nhereabouts, and a high carriage of the\\nhead; indeed, he is different from any gen-\\ntleman I know.\\nBETTY: Oh, yes! (Laughs.)\\nMADAM C: (With mock sternness.) Eliza-\\nbeth! Your description, Rachel, mindeth me\\nnot a little of his grandfather. The Ad-\\nmiral Dangerfield was very proud.\\nRACHEL: I fear the Lieutenant may be.\\nWhen the Captain Capell or my Uncle Hep-\\nworth speaks to him his face groweth stern\\nand hard. Doth it not, Betty?\\nBETTY: Aye\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he bites them. I like him\\nfor it. dear.\\nMADAM C: For shame, thou chit. Then\\nthy Reverend Uncle, Rachel, loves not the\\nL eutenant? _\\nRACHEL: My uncle saith Master Dan-\\ngerfield has lax opinions on religion. He\\nthreatens to question him upon his faith.\\nMADAM C: The reverend gentleman must\\nhave a care, a Dangerfield brooks not over-\\nmuch authoritv. How doth the Captain like\\nthe gallant?\\nBETTY: He is jealous of him.\\nRACHEL: Whv should he be jealous?\\nBETTY: (Laughs.) Why indeed? Dear\\nGrannv, dost not guess?\\nMADAM C: Thou art a wicked child.\\nRACHEL: Your mischief is beyond all\\npatience. (Moves C. to window.)\\nBETTY: Nay. but I speak the truth. I\\nwatch his eyes* when he is near you, and I\\nloner to scratch them out.\\nRACHEL: Quick\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the door.\\n(Bell rmgs.) n\\nBETTY: It is father. (Runs to door C.)\\n(Enter Claypole.)\\nWhat? You?\\nCLAY: Ave! 1 have rid full twenty miles.\\nBETTY: What for?\\nCT,W; To see vou. Mistress.\\nBETTY: Then you may ride home again.\\n7", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nI thought it was my father, and and (Spite-\\nfully to Rachel.) Lieutenant Dangerfield.\\nCLAY: (Comes down to Madam C.) Your\\nservant, dear Madam.\\nMADAM C: A greeting, John. How is\\nyour worthy father?\\nCLAY: In sound health, Madam, but sore\\ndepressed at the condition oi affairs.\\nBETTY: You do not seem depressed.\\nCLAY: In your presence, Mistress, 1 could\\nnot be.\\nBETTY: (Aside.) I will depress him.\\n(Aloud.) Not when I say I will have naught\\nto do with you; that I despise you; that 1\\ndesire never to see your face again.\\nCLAY: What have I done to be treated\\nso?\\nBETTY: It is not what you do; tis what\\nyou do not do.\\nCLAY: Tell me what I fail in, Mistress,\\nand I will straightaway do it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I mean I will\\nnot do it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I mean\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I will do whatever you\\ndesire.\\nBETTY: I desire that you be a man.\\nCLAY: I am a man.\\nBETTY: You, who sit at home, while all\\nw.th any spirit go forth and wield the\\nsword. You a man, indeed!\\nCLAY: Wouldst have me go to war?\\nDost wish that I should die?\\nBETTY: I d have you be a man, I say.\\n(Goes to window L. C.) (Clay follows.\\nRachel returns to Madam C. Enter Hep-\\nworth, R. C.)\\nMADAM C: A greeting, reverend sir. We\\nare awaiting- the arrival of my son.\\nHEP: I desire his presence urgently.\\nMADAM C: You seem in trouble.\\nHEP: My mind is sore distressed.\\nMADAM C: Then clear thy brow, for a\\nvictory hath been won at small cost of\\ngodly Ives.\\nHEP: Better that lives be lost than souls.\\nI hear that Lieutenant Dangerfield still\\nliveth.\\n8", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nMADAM C: The Lord be praised for that.\\nHEP: I have discovered that he is an\\nAtheist; he must be dismissed the troop.\\nMADAM C: He will be an honoured\\nguest to-dav.\\nHEP: Then, Rachel, thou wilt leave this\\nhouse.\\nRACHEL: Uncle, I cannot.\\nMADAM C: That is a matter for the\\nColonel to decide.\\nHEP: I am her uncle and her guardian.\\nMADAM C: My son also is her guardian.\\nHEP: I represent the Parliament.\\nMADAM C: This is my son s house, not\\nthe Parliament s.\\nHEP: Would he cherish a viper in his\\nbosom?\\nMADAM C: We will cherish whom we\\nchoose, and dispute with whom we choose.\\nHEP: By what excuse can he extend his\\nfavour to an infidel?\\nMADAM C: That, sir. is h s affair. It is\\nnot thine.\\nHEP: Then I depart forthwith. Rachel,\\nplace thyself in immediate readiness.\\nRACHEL: You would not take me from\\nmv dearest friends?\\nHEP: Thou wilt obey me. girl. To thy\\nchamber without another word.\\n(Rachel rises to obey.)\\nBETTY: Hark! they come, they come.\\n(At window.)\\n(Tramp of horses heard off. Helmets seen\\nthrough windows at back of stage. Ser-\\nvants come in L. C. and then open door.\\nCromwell s voice heard off.)\\nCROM: Halt! Six men fall out and at-\\ntend the prisoner. The rest to quarters.\\n(Pause.) March!\\n(Tramn of men moving away. Enter\\nCromwell.)\\nThv blessing, dearest mother. (Kneels.)\\nMADAM C: May the Lord be thanked for\\nHis great merev in bringing thee safe homo.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCROM: Amen. (Rises.) Now, Kitten,\\nthine embrace. (Catches up Betty and kisses\\nher. Rachel kisses his hand. He places one\\nhand on her shoulder and turns to Hep-\\nworth.)\\n(Enter Capell behind.)\\nThy greeting, friend. We have been great-\\nly blessed.\\nHEP: I trust you will deserve the mercy.\\nCROM: It will be my endeavour. Capell.\\nwhere is thy Drisoner?\\nCAPELL: Without, Colonel.\\nCROM: Tush! You should not leave him\\nthere. He is weary and requires refresh-\\nment. Bring him in.\\n(Exit Capell C.)\\nMADAM C: Whom have ye taken, son?\\nCROM: One Viscount Charlton. A brave\\ngentleman, though a Papist. He s a Cap-\\ntain in Prince Rupert s Guards. I desire he\\nreceive all courtesy and kindness at our\\nhands.\\nBETTY: (Who has been to the door and\\nhas whispered something to Rachel with a\\nshake of the head.) Father, where is Lieu-\\ntenant Dangerfield?\\nHEP: (Aside.) Can it be that he hath\\nfallen?\\nCROM: He will be here presently. I sent\\nhim in search Brampton Grange at Milton,\\nwhere tis said there is concealed a store of\\narms and treasure for the King.\\n(Enter Capell, followed by Charlton,\\nguarded by two dragooners.)\\nMy Lord, welcome to my poor house.\\nMother, the Viscount Charlton, our\u00e2\u0080\u0094 guest.\\nCHARL: (Bowing to Madam C. and then\\nto Rachel and Betty.) Ladies, your very\\nhumble servant. Gad, Colonel, I like the\\ntitle guest. It smacketh so o^ hospital ty.\\nAre these fair damosels your daughters?\\nHEP: A shnmeless ruffler.\\nCROM: (Looking at Hepworth grimly, t\\nI will present them, my Lord. Th s is my\\n10", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\ndaughter Elizabeth; this my ward, Mistress\\nRachel Fullerton.\\nCHARL: (Bowing low, to which the girls\\nrespond with deep curtseys.) I called my-\\nself a guest. Upon my life, fair ladies, I\\nam a captive, held prisoner by your charms.\\nHEP: A godless libertine.\\nCHARE: (Turning upon him.) Does the\\nreverend minister address that word to me?\\nHEP- (Raising his hand.) Aye, and I de-\\nnounce thee, Malignant.\\nCROM: Silence, Presbyter. Nay (As Hep.\\ntries to speak again.) Not another word.\\nHis Eordship is my guest, though an un-\\nwilling one. My Lord, our maidens are not\\nus^d to compliments. We are plain dealing\\nfolk, and take a speaker at his word.\\nCHARE: Pardon, kind host. Yet i faith,\\nI spoke in earnest. I have seen the reigning\\nbeauties of the Court\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the Queen herself,\\nGod bless her!\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but I swear none surpass in\\ncharms these maidens here. _\\nBETTY: (Laughs.) We thank you kindly,\\nsir\u00e2\u0080\u0094 mv Lord, I mean.\\n(Hep worth groans.)\\nCROM: (Laughing.) A truce, my Lord.\\nor vou will turn their heads. Alas, this is\\nno time for pretty pleasantries. I must to\\nduty, vou unto your chamber, whither re-\\nfreshment shall be brought you. See to this.\\nCapell. I entrust his Lordship to your care.\\nMother, 1 prav you direct the Captain where\\nto lodge our guest. I shall be in my library\\na space. Send all despatches thither.\\n.Exit L,.)\\n(Madam Cromwell and Capell converse\\nCHARL: (Aside.) Capell\u00e2\u0080\u0094 my gaoler!\\nTrulv I am a most unlucky dog. Capell\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nwhom T soundlv thrashed at Cambridge in\\nour student days, for cheating. He remem-\\nbers it, and now will pay the score.\\nCAPELL: It shall be done, Madam. This\\nwav mv Lord. Attend us. men.\\n(Goes up stairs C. Charlton follows, paus-", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\ning at foot of staircase to bow to Betty and\\nRachel and Madam C.)\\n(Exeunt Capell, Charlton and Dragooners.)\\nHEP: Madam, dost thou countenance\\nthat debauchee?\\nMADAM C: In my presence, sir, such a\\nword is an offence.\\nHEP: I am a minister of Gospel, and\\nspeak as my conscience prompts me.\\nMADAM C: (Rising.) There is something\\nelse but conscience that should be thought\\non by a man when he addresses women.\\nHEP: What does any Christian need but\\ntruth?\\nMADAM C: Good manners, sir.\\n(Exit R. C.)\\nHEP: (Aside.) A woman with a shrewdly\\nbiting tongue. I shall avoid much converse\\nwith her in the future. Now, to speak my\\nmind to Cromwell.\\n(Exit L.)\\n(Claypole, Betty and Rachel come down.\\nThey have been conversing with troopers\\nthat at intervals pass through hall from\\ndoor C. to door L. with despatches and re-\\nturn.\\nBETTY: What a splendid gentleman s\\nthat Viscount! Such elegance! Such court-\\nesy Such a presence!\\nCLAY: He is a desperate rake; a rank\\nPan s*, and a roystering cavalier.\\nBETTY: (Clasping her hands and laug-h-\\nIner aside.) I love cavaliers, Master Clav-\\npole.\\nCLAY: You will now have a pair of them.\\nRAPHE!,: A pa^r\u00e2\u0080\u0094 who is the other?\\nPT AY: Why. Master Lieutenant Danger-\\nfield.\\nRAOHFL: Sir. be careful what you say.\\nYou should not call onp of our officers by\\nsuch a name, even n ioke.\\nBETTY: (Lauehins.) Oh. foolish man.\\nWhat hnvo you done? Your fr end who so\\noft haih protected you from me is now\\n12", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nyour enemy forever. Retreat, lest a worse\\nthing happen. But. Rachel. I do believe he s\\nright. I have often thought the Lieutenant\\nlooked a cavalier.\\nCLAY: I can prove he is one. This Vis-\\ncount is his friend.\\nBETTY and RACHEL: (Together.) His\\nfr end?\\nCLAY: His dearest friend. They were\\nat college, sworn companions. They fought\\nin Holland, side by side. Nay, they only\\nparted company a week before the war\\nbroke out.\\nRACHEL: It will grieve the Lieutenant\\nto find his friend a prisoner.\\nCLAY: Harder still for my Lord to be\\nprisoner to Capell.\\nBETTY: Is he another friend?\\nCLAY: A bitter enemy\u00e2\u0080\u0094 who will take\\nrevenge.\\nRACHEL: You wrong him. He is a godly\\nman.\\nBETTY: He saith too many prayers.\\nRACHEL: Shame on you\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I have heard\\nyour father much commend him for his\\nBETTY: Father s religion is his life, and\\nhe believes the same of other men who\\nprav\u00e2\u0080\u0094 lint 1 he finds them out. This Captain\\nha*h a religion and a God\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but that s him-\\nself.\\nRACHEL: You do him sore injustice.\\nBETTY: T hate him. You do not, because\\nto you he showeth but one side. But now T\\nmust go about my bus ness. Master Clav-\\npole. hast done any work to-day?\\nCLAY: r have rid\u00e2\u0080\u0094 far.\\nBETTY: That is not work. Show, me\\nvour hands. Look. Rachel, they are white\\nas vours or mine. Yet he calls himselt ;i\\nmnn. Come and do some work for me.\\n(Moves R.) T i\\nCLAY: ^Following\u00e2\u0080\u0094 sighs.) T would do\\nanything for thee.\\n13", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nBETTY: T will keep you to your word.\\nThere is some digging in the garden too\\nheavy for my strength and oh, so dirty!\\nyou shall do it until dinner time.\\n(Claypole groans. Betty laughs.)\\n(Both Exit R.)\\n(Rachel moves up to window R. C. as\\nHep worth enters L. and comes down.)\\nHEP: (Aside.) I am flouted\u00e2\u0080\u0094 scorned. My\\nword is set at naught. Rachel disobedient!\\nCromwell insults me. The cause of it that\\nson of Satan, Dangerfield. All love him\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\neven Cromwell\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Cromwell! He is an enemy\\nunto the true religion. He is all for liberty\\nof sects and toleration. Surely Providence\\nguided my steps into his library when he\\nwas absent, and led me to read that letter\\nto his cousin St. John. A letter full of\\nslander and abuse against Lord Willoughby.\\nthe Commander of our army. I have but to\\nget that letter in my hands, dispatch it to\\nmy Lord, and Cromwell would never raise\\nhis head again. I must get it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I will. But\\nhow?\u00e2\u0080\u0094 how? Alas, I have no head for plot\\nand scheme. I need a helper.\\n(Enier Cromwell holding letter in his\\nhand.)\\n(As de.) Lord! he hath tt ready now to\\nsend away.\\n(Enter Oapell on gallery above. He leans\\nover railing, looks down.)\\nCROM: (Look ne round the hall and see-\\nins- Rachel.) Rachel, hither!\\nRACHEL: How can I serve you, sir?\\nCROM: Take charge of tlrs despatch. At\\nnoon Corporal Micklejohn will be here for\\norders. See he receives the letter.\\nRACHEL: I will give it to him.\\nCROM: Tt s ursrent. Bid him mark the\\nsunerser ption. Oliver St. John, the Parli.-i\\nment House at Westminster. Haste haste.\\nHe must not waste a moment by the wav\\nT T pon his arrival he will await Master St\\nJohn s pleasure. But as soon as he recelv\\n14", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\neth a reply, he must return here with all\\nspeed.\\nRACHEL: The order shall be given in\\nthose words.\\nCROM: (Patting her cheek.) I thank\\nthee, child. Well do I know thy careful-\\nness. (Moves C. to front door, which opens.)\\nf Enter, Rait followed by four Musketeers.\\nRachel goes upstairs, remains on gallery\\nwhen she hears Ralf s voice.)\\nHa\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Lieutenant, your report.\\nRALF: There was nothing to be found.\\nCROM: Searched you the place?\\n(Capell descends stairs.)\\nRALF: House, barns and stables. There\\nwas a cellar where I thought to find the\\narms, but it was empty.\\nCAPELL: How they did fool thee.\\nRALF: It is thou who hast been the coze-\\nner. That letter was a hoax.\\nCROM: These are unseemly words to thy\\nsuneror officer. Lieutenant.\\nRALF: I speak them in your presence.\\nColonel, and deliberately. This is not the\\nfirst time the Captain hath played me such\\na trick.\\nCAPELL: The trick Is thine.\\nROM: Silence, sirs! I will not have\\nwrangling before the men. Capell. if thou\\ncanst throw light upon this mystery, do so\\nin the fewest words ye may.\\nCAPELL: I would ask the Lieutenant a\\nfew ou^stions.\\nRALF: Ask me what you will.\\nCAPFLL: D d vou search every room?\\nRAFiF: All but one bed chamber where\\nlav a woman dving.\\nCAPELL: How know vou she was dv-\\ninr?\\nRALF: 1 snoke to her chirureeon.\\nCAPFLT Hadst thou ever seen that gen-\\ntleman before?\\nRALF: T have known h m vears.\\nPA PELL: H s name? Colonel, mark th-\\nname.\\n15", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nRALF: Doctor Taunton, of London.\\nHEP: A Papist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a black Papist. Physi-\\ncian to the Queen.\\nRALF: Papist or no\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I would trust him\\nwith my lile.\\nCROM: Was it upon his word alone that\\nyou withheld an examination of the room?\\nRALF: I saw the lady, and the .treasure\\nwas not there.\\nCAPELL: In that chamber, Colonel, are\\na score of* muskets, a thousand pounds of\\nsilver and a hundred swords.\\nRALF: A lie.\\nCAPELL: Thou wilt recall that word\\nw th shame when the men whom I sent\\nafter, thee return. Hark\u00e2\u0080\u0094 here they be or\\nsome of them.\\n(Horses hoofs heard off. Enter Sweet-\\nlove.)\\nCROM: Thy news, Quartermaster.\\nSWEET: The treasure and the arms are\\nfound. Colonel. But the Papist doctor who\\ntricked the Lieutenant escaped.\\nCAPELL: How now, Lieutenant?\\nRALF: T have indeed been cozened!\\nCAPELL: You were a good friend to Dr.\\nTaunton.\\nRALF: I thought him to be an honour-\\nable man.\\nCAPELL: You think all cavaliers hon-\\nourable.\\nRALF: I have found one Puritan that Is\\nnot. Why did you lead me into such a\\ntrap?\\nCAPELL: I gave strict orders that you\\nshould search the house.\\nRALF: I obeyed your orders in all hon-\\nesty and dil gence. You should have warn-\\ned me of the trickery.\\nCAPELL: How well you act the part of\\ninnocence!\\nRALF: T knew naught, I say. 1 would\\nhave staked my life ^hat it was a house in\\nmourning and the woman dying. The very\\n16", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nbell was muffled, the servants weeping, a\\nstillness as of death upon the place. Men\\n(Turning to Musketeers.) be not that the\\ntruth?\\nSOLDIERS: Aye, aye; no doubt of it.\\nCROM: Thou hast failed in duty, Dan-\\ngerfield.\\nRALF: (Hanging his head.) I acknowl-\\nedge having failed.\\nHEP: Colonel Cromwell, this man doth\\nstand a traitor self-confessed. He must be\\ncashiered.\\n(Murmur from troopers.)\\nCROM: That is for my judgment, Pres-\\nbyter, and mine alone.\\nHEP: Wouldsr keep him at your side,\\nthen, after this?\\nCROM: Prate not to me.. Capell, is Dan-\\ngerfield a traitor?\\nCAPELL: I fear me the meanest trooper\\nin the ranks, sir, would refuse to serve him.\\nSWEET: That is true.\\n(Troopers shake their heads and murmur\\nagain.)\\nCROM: Prove your charge, Captain.\\nCAPELL: His admissions prove it.\\nCROM: Not so.\\nCAPELL: How comes this confidence In\\nPap sts?\\nCROM: Thev were friends before the war\\nand he knew naught. But you\u00e2\u0080\u0094 you knew\\nwhere the treasure lay and the nature of\\nthis doctor. You knew all this before you\\nsent the Lieutenant to the search: but told\\nhim nothing.\\nCAPELL: I put him to a test.\\nCROM: You played a trick.\\nCAPELL: It was a fair trial of his af-\\nfection to the cause.\\nCROM: I say\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a trick. You like him not.\\nand would turn the men against him. That\\nwas vour motive. Let me hear no more of\\nthe dispute. Danererfield. you have been\\nover credulous. This should be a lesson\\n17", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "THE IROxVSIDES.\\nunto you. Mark it well. I go now to quar-\\nters. Let all messages follow me.\\n(Exit C.)\\n(Ralf goes up and speaks to Musketeers,\\ntwo of whom salute and\\n(Exit C.)\\n(Capell and Hep. come down R.)\\nHep: He will hear naught against his\\nfavourite.\\nCAPELL: Hush\u00e2\u0080\u0094 wait!\\n(Ralf comes down.)\\nLieutenant, the Colonel speaketh well;\\nwe must not quarrel.\\nRALP: I have no wish to quarrel.\\nCAPELL: Well said. Now\u00e2\u0080\u0094 to duty. A\\nprisoner of some rank was taken bearing\\ndespatches from the King to Rupert. He is\\nlodged w thin the house. I would leave him\\nin your care.\\nRALF: Which is his chamber?\\nCAPELL: (Pointing.) Yonder. The\\ntrooper on guard must be relieved. Wilt\\nhnve the Quartermaster?\\nSWEET: By your leave, Captain, I have\\nother duties\\nCAPELL: (Touching him on the arm.)\\nTell me of them.\\n((They come down while Ralf gives orders\\nto his musketeers, who go off.)\\nReuben, thou must guard tlr s prisoner.\\nSWEET: If vou command it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nCAPELL: I do command it. The Vis-\\ncount once saved the Lieutenant s life, and\\nwill now expect return in kind. Watch\\nthem. Hush, no more!\\ni Ralf comes down.)\\nThe Quartermaster attends you, Lieuten-\\nant.\\nRALF: Relieve the guard then, Reuben,\\nuntil I come to thee. I shall not be long.\\n(Sweetlove salutes and goes up the stairs.)\\n(Mov ne- L. As de.) Who is the prisoner?\\nT must see thev treat h m with humanity.\\n(Exit L.)\\n18", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nHEP: Good Captain, you have been cruel-\\nly wronged.\\nCAPELL: I am used to that.\\nHEP: Cromwell treats you very hardly.\\nC A PELL: He is a hard man.\\nHEP: I wonder you serve him.\\nCAPELL: I serve the cause, reverend\\nsir; not Cromwell.\\nHEP: You love not the man?\\nCAPELL: Doth the ox love the goad;\\ncloth the bondsman love the overseer? Nay.\\n1 love not Cromwell. I speak in confidence!\\nHEP: Why let him treat you so?\\nCAPELL: I bide my time.\\nHEP: Friend, if thou wast to hear that\\nCromwell conspired against the cause,\\nwouldst give thv help to foil his plans?\\nCAPELL: If I could save his life by\\nlifting up a finger of one hand, I should\\nkeep that finger down.\\nHEP: Cromwell hath taken Satan to his\\nbosom.\\nCAPELL: H st! These walls are full of\\nears. What hath Cromwell done?\\nHEP: He hath writ a letter\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I have seen\\nit\u00e2\u0080\u0094 accusing my Lord Willoughby of crime\\nand* misdemeanours. This letter is address-\\ned one Oliver St. John.\\nCAPELL: A member of the Parliament.\\nHEP: Cromwell s cousin.\\nCAPELL: What is the full purport of the\\nnote?\\nHEP: He calls the General coward, rake\\nand traitor.\\nCAPELL: Traitor!\\nHEP: He declareth that my Lord plans\\nto deliver our army into the hands of the\\nenemy. He urges St. John to move in\\nParliament for my Lord s instant dismissal\\nfrom his Dost.\\nCAPELL: So that Colonel Cromwell may\\ncommand?\\nHEP: T judere that to be his purpose.\\nBut the letter must not go.\\n19", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCAPELL: To intercept a despatch of\\nCromwell s were a perilous enterprise.\\nHEP: Cromwell is an enemy unto the\\ncause.\\nCAPELL: He is the strongest man our\\narmy hath. Where is the letter now?\\nHEP: In my niece s hand.\\nCAPELL: Rachel!\\nHEP: Cromwell in my presence charged\\nher to give it to Corporal Mickeljohn.\\nCAPELL: Well?\\nHEP: Doth not Cromwell march to-mor-\\nrow to Lord Willoughby?\\nCAPELL: Ave!\\nHEP: If the letter reached his Lordship\\nfirst, Cromwell would be arrested.\\nCAPELL: Well?\\nHEP: Captain, convey the letter unto\\nWilloughby. I beseech you perform this\\nsupreme service to the cause.\\nCAPELL: I might\u00e2\u0080\u0094 upon conditions.\\nHEP: If you laid Cromwell low, the Gen-\\neral would refuse you nothing.\\nCAPELL: It is you, sir, not Lord Wil-\\nloughby, who must grant what I desire.\\nHEP: Then it is thine, good friend,\\nthoush it were my life.\\nCAPELL: I onlv ask for the hand of\\nyour niece in marriage.\\nHEP: Rachel\u00e2\u0080\u0094 marry Rachel! You know\\nnot what you ask.\\nr^PELL: She is your niece and ward.\\nHEP: I will urge vour suit.\\nCAPELL: That is not enough.\\nHEP: T cannot force her incb nat ons.\\nCAPELL: Promise me her hand in mar-\\nr age. or the letter goes to St. John, and\\nCromwell triumphs.\\nHEP: You have some plan, then, for in-\\ntercepting it?\\nCAPET L: Have no fears for that\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but\\nfirst, vour promise.\\nHEP: (Aside.) The cause of true religion\\nhsnfs on this. Pie must have his way\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I\\nmake the promise.\\n20", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCAPELL: I must have your oath.\\nHEP: I swear ir.\\nCAPELL: The letter, you said, is to be\\ndelivered to the Corporal.\\nHEP: That is the man.\\nCAPELL: He is dull, and very faithful\\nunto me. Seek him now. Say that he must\\nwait without the door until I call him in,\\nwhen he must say Aye to any question\\nI may put to him. Tell him that I will ex-\\npla n all afterwards.\\nHEP: I will do as you desire. You think\\nvou will succeed?\\nCAPELL: I am sure of it. Forget not\\nvour part. The day Cromwell falls I wed\\nher.\\nHEP: But if vou fail, then this fails, too!\\nCAPELL: I shall not fail.\\n(Enter Rachel on gallery; comes down-\\nstairs.)\\n(Raising his voice.) Failure, reverend sir.\\nis a word that has no meaning- to a soldier\\nin the cause. Mistress Rachel, wouldst\\ncountenance any man who failed?\\nRACHEL: Not if his cause were just.\\nHEP: That was well expressed. Fare-\\nwell. Captain. May all you attempt meet\\nwith success.\\n(Exit R. C.)\\nRACHEL: Have you seen the Corporal,\\nsir?\\nCAPELL: No. Madam.\\nRACHEL: I wonder he is not here. The\\nColonel told me to expect him about noon.\\nHe is to ride to London with this letter.\\nCAPELL: Give me the letter; I will\\nsearch for him.\\nRACHEL: T need not trouble you. He\\nmay be just without.\\n(Moves to door C.)\\nCAPELL: Madam, I have some serious\\nnews.\\nRACHEL: (Coming down.) Oh, what\\nhath happened?\\n21", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCAPELL: I must first ask you a. ques-\\ntion. Canst trust my honour?\\nRACHEL: What a strange question.\\nCAPELL: I have reason for it.\\nRACHEL: I trust you\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nCAPELL: Give me a promise that not a\\nword of what 1 tell you shall ever pass\\nvour lips.\\nRACHEL: I may tell the Colonel?\\nCAPELL: Cromwell last of all.\\nRACHEL: What can it. be?\\nCAPELL: Nay, then, I must hold my\\npeace.\\nRACHEL: Doth your news concern the\\nColonel?\\nCAPELL: It is life or death to Cromwell.\\nRACHEL: Then I will promise.\\nCAPELL: You hold a letter addressed to\\none Master St. John.\\nRACHEL: How know you that?\\nCAPELL: I have discovered a vile plot\\nagainst the Colonel. It is well-laid and very\\ndangerous, but you have the power to make\\nit harmless.\\nRACHEL: I would give my life for Col-\\nonel Cromwell.\\nCAPELL: Amen.\\nRACHEL: Who hath laid the plot?\\nCAPELL: This Master Oliver St. John,\\ntrusted by Cromwell as a brother.\\nRACHEL: 1 cannot believe that he would\\nmeditate such crime.\\nCAPELL: I know it. Through the grace\\nof Providence I overheard some suspicious\\nwords between two soldiers of my troop. I\\nconsulted your reverend uncle, who hath\\ns en th s letter, and I so dealt with one\\nsoldier that he told me all. His name is\\nCorporal Micklejohn.\\nRACHEL: Tt was into his hands I was to\\ngive the letter.\\nCAPELL: Aye!\\nRACHEL: Tell me the plot.\\nCAPELL: Master St. John\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I have this\\n22\\nLtfC.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nfrom your uncle\u00e2\u0080\u0094 is jealous of Cromwell s\\ngrowing- influence in Parliament, and would\\nundo him. Now St. John knew that Crom\\nwell distrusteth Lord Willoughby, Com\\nmander of our army, and tempted the Col\\nonel into writing- his opinion of my Lord\\nCromwell, believing the letter to be for St\\nJohn s eyes alone, hath done this with dan\\ngorous freedom.\\nRACHEL: If the Colonel maketh charges\\nhe can prove them.\\nCAPELL: He will never have the oppor-\\ntunity. This letter, Madam, will be taken\\nstraight unto my Lord. Cromwell will be\\ntried for mutinv and shot.\\nRACHEL: Heaven forbid! the letter must\\nnot go.\\nCAPELL: You hold the issue in your\\nhands.\\nRACHEL: I shall go unto the Colonel\\nnow, and warn him.\\nCAPELL: That would be madness. He\\nwould not listen to a word against his\\ncousin, whom he looks on as his mainstay\\nin the Parliament.\\nRACHEL: But I dare not disobey his di-\\nrect command.\\nCAPELL: Not to save his life?\\nRACHEL: Your words are grave, sir. and\\nwell meant; but I have no proof of them.\\nCAPELL: Then listen here\u00e2\u0080\u0094 your uncle\\nhath solemnly declared to me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 hark! who is\\nthat without?\\nRACHEL: (Going to door.) It is the Cor-\\nporal.\\nCAPELL: The Corporal! Then you shall\\nhave the proof\u00e2\u0080\u0094 now. Enter there!\\n(Enter Corporal.)\\nHither!\\n(Corporal salutes and moves down.)\\nI have some questions. Corporal, which\\nthou must answer. Hast come to bear a\\nletter to Master St. John?\\nCORP: Aye, Captain.\\n23", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCAPELL: But this letter, by Master St.\\nJohn s orders, thou art taking direct to my\\nLord Willoughby.\\nCORP: I\u00e2\u0080\u0094 hardly catch your meaning.\\nCAPELL: Answer\u00e2\u0080\u0094 aye or nay.\\nCORP: Oh\u00e2\u0080\u0094 aye, Captain.\\nCAPELL: That will do\u00e2\u0080\u0094 without!\\n(Exit Corporal.)\\nMark you his confusion! Madam, entrust\\nthis letter unto me. I will give another to\\nthe man so like the true one he will not\\nknow the difference. When he hath taken\\nit. to Willoughby he shall be seized, then\\nwill I tell Cromwell all\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and receive his\\nthanks.\\nRACHEL: Is there no other way?\\nCAPELL: None! Choose this instant, or\\nit will be all too late. Accept my serv ce,\\nor see Cromwell die, and forever through\\nyour life have his blood upon your head.\\nRACHEL: (Aside.) I must save him. Sir.\\non your oath as a Christian man swear that\\nvon will preserve the Colonel s life.\\nCAPELL: I swenr it, and (Takes letter\\nand thrusts it in doublet.) I will tell h m\\nall when the time is ripe.\\n(Enter Ralf L.)\\nRACHEL: That should be to-morrow.\\nCAPELL: To-morrow is too soon.\\n(Ralf closes door sharply.)\\nCAPELL: (As de.) DansrernVld! What\\nhath he heard and seen? (Aloud.) Madam,\\nthe L eutpnant would accost you.\\nRACHEL: We will take him in our confi-\\ndence.\\nCAPELL: I take no one in my confidence.\\nRACHEL: T will explain.\\nCAPELL: You orget vour promise.\\nRALF: Tf th s lady doth desire to speak\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nshp ?hal1 snoak.\\nCAPELL: Her lips are sealed.\\nRALE: (Aside.) What devil s work is\\nth s\u00c2\u00b0\\nRACHEL: I will keep my promise.\\n24", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCAPELL: You do well, dear Madam. I\\nwill now go seek the Corporal.\\n(Exit.)\\nRALF: (Aside.) There is a plot. I know\\nthere is a plot. (Aloud.) Dear lady, if there\\nis aught that I can do to serve you\u00e2\u0080\u0094 com-\\nmand me.\\nRACHEL: I am truly grateful, but there\\nis nothing.\\n(Ralf bows and crosses L. to staircase.)\\nAre you ill, sir? You look so wan.\\nRALF: Nay, notill.\\nRACHEL: I fear you are wounded.\\nRALF: That is a better word.\\nRACHEL: It must be tended instantly.\\nRALF: There is no cure. My body is not\\nhurt. That were indeed a small matter. I\\nwould rather have a limb torn from me\\nthan endure what I suffer now.\\nRACHEL: Mean you Brampton Grange?\\nBut it was only a mistake.\\nRALF: Madam, it is by such mistakes a\\nsoldier loses that which is more precious\\nthan his life\u00e2\u0080\u0094 his honour! You have fail-\\ned. the Colonel said, in duty. Every\\nword was a sword-thrust through my heart.\\nWhen a soldier fails he is disgraced. I shall\\nreceive reminders of my failure, stinging\\nas the stroke of knotted lash on a raw\\nwound. My troopers, whose devotion I have\\nalways held, will now laugh grimly at their\\nofficer. Yet think not I shrink from this.\\nIt is only a just punishment. The torture\\nthat is unbearable is the knowledge that\\nCromwell s confidence in me hath gone. I\\ncan bear anything but that. My mind s\\nmado up. I shall resign my commission,\\nthat he may be free to get a better man.\\nRACHEL: You will not leave us?\\nRALF: Who would miss me?\\nRACHEL: Your friends.\\nRALF: Thev must despise me.\\nRACHEL: I know one who doth not.\\nRALF: Have I your sympathy? (Turn-\\ning back.)\\n25", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nRACHEL: My sympathy and my respect.\\nRALF: That indeed doth make a won-\\ndrous difference.\\nRACHEL: Think not, either, that you\\nhave lost the Colonel s confidence. Have you\\nnot saved his life?\\n(Enter Hepworth R. C. He stands in\\nshadow of staircase.)\\nRALF: Dearest Madam, you give me\\nsweet comfort. (Takes her hand and kisses\\nit.)\\nHEP: How now, sir? I have found thee\\nout at last. Thou art her lover.\\nRALF: I was not making love.\\nHEP: Lie not to me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ribbald.\\nRALF: J pray you moderate your lan-\\nguage. None but a man whose cloth and\\nage I must respect would say that twice.\\nHEP: Wouldst threaten me? Thine im-\\npudence shall be reported to the Colonel.\\nNow leave us.\\nRALF: Not at your bidding.\\n(Enter Cromwell C.)\\nRACHEL: Uncle, you are unjust. This\\ngentleman hath not deserved your censure.\\nHEP: Wouldst thou defy me, too? Nay,\\nthis passeth all patience. To thy chamber\\nand remain there at my pleasure.\\nCROM: Stay! Presbyter, the maid is not\\na child.\\nHEP: She is my ward.\\nCROM: Our ward.\\n(Enter Capell C.)\\nHEP: 1 claim authority over her by her\\nfather s will.\\nCROM: You claim too much.\\nHEP: She leaveth your roof, Cromwell,\\nwithin an hour.\\nCROM: Not unless she doth desire it.\\nRACHEL: Indeed, I do not wish to go.\\nCROM: Then you remain here. Presby-\\nter, mark that.\\nHEP: 1 have legal power to compel her to\\nobey me. I shall appeal unto the courts.\\nCROM: Appeal to whom you will.\\nHEP: You saw not that man s behaviour\\nto the maid.\\n26", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCROM: I know the maid, and trust her.\\nHep: I will go to Parliament.\\nCROM: Go! but think not to move me a\\nhand s breadth. The maid is happy here,\\nand safe. You will be well advised to let the\\nmatter rest. That is my reading of it.\\nHEP: Thou art puffed up with pride,\\nCromwell. Thou art so great a man in\\nthese eastern counties that thou thinkest\\nno one will contradict thee. The time will\\ncome, and soon, when thou shalt find that\\nno man may hold himself above the law.\\nCROM: Presbyter, you know me not. I\\nam nothing in myself; but I believe the\\nLord hath put me in this place to do His\\nwork. Wherefore T shall not 1 alter, not be\\nafraid, nor ask for any man s approval, but\\ngo forward resolutely unto the end.\\n(Enter Corporal C.)\\nWhat dost here. Micklejohn?\\nCORP. (Saluting.) Please you, Colonel,\\nI have come for the despatch.\\nCROM: It shouid have gone. Rachel,\\ngive it to him.\\nRACHEL: The Captain hath it, s r.\\nCROM: (Turning sharplv.) The Captain?\\nCA PEEL: (Taking packet from doublet\\nand handing it to Corp.) It is here; I have\\nbeen searching for the man.\\n(Cromwell glances at Capell, then gives\\ninstructions.)\\nHEP- (Aside to Capell.) Thou hast failed,\\nthen, after all?\\nCAPELL: Nay, I have not failed.\\n(Cromwell comes down, Corp. salutmg and\\nmoving to door C. Hepworth and Capell\\nfall apart. Crom. stands between them.)\\nCROM: Sirs, that letter is of serious con-\\nsequence. I hope for the sake of all it mis-\\ncarr es not.\\nCH A PELL: You trust that Corporal?\\nPROM: I have no fear of him; but I have\\nother fears.\\nHEP: Hath he not the letter?\\nPROM: Aye!", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCAPELL: Then why have fears, Colonel?\\nCROM: Because, good Captain, a storm\\nis gathering around our heads, which if we\\nmeet it not with single hearts will sweep\\nus all to ruin. Sirs, but a few hours since\\nI discovered treason in our ranks. Now,\\ntreason, like disease, doth spread and grow\\nif it be not beaten out at once. Our army\\naboundeth in true and godly men, but even\\namong them poison may soon do its evil\\nwork, and the whole force be honeycombed\\nwith mean conspiracies.\\nHEP: The treason must be stopped.\\nCROM: It will be, sir\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but only the Al-\\nmighty knoweth whether it can be done in\\ntime. Wherefore I do implore you what-\\never you may think of me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 be true unto the\\ncause. We join the army on the morrow.\\nThe Eord grant we flinch not, but bear our-\\nselves as becometh the religion we profess.\\nYet howsoever this may be\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and He alone\\nknoweth our hearts\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the right will triumph,\\nthe wicked be utterly confounded and the\\nwill of God be done.\\nCURTAIN.\\n(One day passes.)\\n[END OP ACT I.]", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nACT II.\\nSCENE\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Entrance Hall, Cromwell s house,\\nEly. Time\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Afternoon.\\nCapell discovered writing at table L. C.\\n(Enter Madam Cromwell R.)\\nMADAM C: Dost know, sir, where I may\\nfind the Colonel Cromwell?\\nCAPELL: He is at quarters, Madam.\\nMADAM C: When do you expect him?\\nCAPELL: I cannot tell you. May I prof-\\nfer you a seat?\\nMADAM C: Nay, I will not sit.\\nCAPELL: Shall I send a messenger unto\\nthe Colonel?\\nMADAM C: I would not trouble you.\\nCAPELL: I should deem it a privilege.\\nMADAM C: Tut! Strain not at courte-\\nsies, good sir.\\nCAPELL: Nay, I am a simple soldier,\\nMadam. I fear the Colonel thought my\\nwords of yesterday touching the Lieutenant\\nto be over blunt.\\nMADAM C: Thy worst enemv. Captain,\\nwould not call thee blunt.\\nCAPELL: I was loth to speak. But duty\\ncompelled me to be frank.\\nMADAM C: Thy sense of duty is a won-\\ndrous thing.\\nCAPELL: I would follow it, and your\\nson, Madam, to the death.\\nMADAM C: Nay, not that.\\nCAPELL: I do assure you.\\nMADAM C: I believe it not, good Cap-\\ntain.\\nCAPELL: Then you deem me false?\\nMADAM C: Prithee, sir, thrust not words\\ninto my mouth.\\nCAPELL: I asked a question.\\nMADAM C: I do not answer questions\\nunless I know my questioner.\\nCAPELL: You have known me manv\\nmonths.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nMADAM C: It would take me years to\\nknow you, sir.\\n(Enter Betty L. C.)\\nCAPELL: My heart is on my lips\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I say,\\nI love your son.\\nMADAM C: Let your acts prove it.\\nCAPELL: You judge me hardly because\\nmy features are ill-cut, and my voice un-\\ntuneful. Truly, Madam, a man doth not\\nmake his face!\\nMADAM C: A face my be an index to the\\nheart and character.\\nBETTY: The worshipful Captain hath a\\nheart\u00e2\u0080\u0094 alas!\\nCAPELL: A friend in need. Mistress, my\\nhumble thanks.\\nBETTY: Thank Rachel, please.\\nCAPELL: Mistress Rachel knows my\\nheart.\\nBETTY: She would not believe a word\\nagainst you.\\nMADAM C: Rachel knoweth naught of\\nthe world, or men.\\nBETTY: I think she knows the Captain\\nnow\\nCAPELL: Someone, perchance, hath\\nbeen maligning me.\\nBETTY: I did.\\nCAPELL: You were in jest.\\nBETTY: Rachel took it not in jest.\\nCAPELL: Why have I fallen under your\\ndispleasure?\\nBETTY: Because I know your purpose in\\nth-s house, good sir!\\nCAPELL: I have no purpose to conceal.\\nBETTY: You desire to marry Rachel.\\nCAPELL: Indeed. I should hardly dare to\\nra se my eyes to her.\\nBETTY: I have seen you do it often when\\nyou thought no one was nigh.\\nCAPELL: You do me cruel wrong. I\\nshall acquaint your father.\\nBETTY: My father knows of it.\\nCAPELL: I have no fears of the Colonel\\nCromwell.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nBETTY: So Rachel said.\\nCAPELL: Ah\u00e2\u0080\u0094 she trusts me.\\nBETTY: It was not all she said.\\nCAPELL: I pray you keep nothing back.\\nBETTY: I do not think I will\u00e2\u0080\u0094 though\\nshe spoke in private. He may be godly\\nI use her words\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but rather than marry\\nsuch a man I would be put to death. That\\nwas all she said.\\nOAPELT,: T admire your wit.\\nBETTY: If you doubt my word go unto\\nRachel.\\nMADAM C: Child, thou hast sa d enough.\\nCome now, with me. Captain, prithee tell\\nthe Colonel I will seek him at a better op-\\nportunity.\\nCAPELL: I will in form him. Madam.\\n(Betty and Madam C. move R. Enter\\nSweetlove on gallerv.)\\nBETTY: Chide me not, Granny. I had a\\nmoaning in my words. He hath hurt our\\ndear one. I know not how, but I know that\\nI could kill him for it.\\n(Exit.)\\nCAPELL: (As de.) I shall have to cut\\nthis maiden s claws. Well, Reuben?\\nSWEEIT: The prisoner s escape is plan-\\nned. At dark, when all have .erone to pray-\\ners, my Lord is to steal forth disguised. He\\nhath th password and will go alone so that\\nthe Lieutenant shall not be at any risk.\\nCAPELL: Then we w ll catch that\\nyounker n a net and crush him\u00e2\u0080\u0094 so!\\n(En f er Cromwell L. C. Sweetlove stands\\nat attention and salutes.)\\nCROM: Greet you. Captain.\\nr,\\\\PELL: The Quartermaster is here for\\norders. s 5 r.\\nCROM: Bear these: We march at dawn.\\nLet every troop be in readiness an hour be-\\nfore. If I And any men backward in exer-\\nc se, or slovenly in dress, they will be left\\nheb^d.\\nSWEET: Ave, Colonel. (Salutes.)\\n(Exit C.)", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCROM: (Going to table L. C.) Hand me\\nthe plan of Lincolnshire.\\n(Capell takes it from chair and unrolls it\\non table.)\\nWe march to Boston, and there concen-\\ntrate. What saith the General? (Takes\\ndespatch from doublet and reads.) The\\nMarquis of Newcastle s army poureth down\\nupon us. We have no cavalry and our foot\\ndeserteth nigh a score a day. Haste, or all\\nis lost. Thus the General. (Laughs.)\\nCAPELL: My Lord seems in desperate\\nneed of men.\\nCROM: He hath nigh two thousand.\\nCAPELL: They have deserted\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nCROM: Why have they deserted?\\nCAPELL: I dare not make a guess.\\nCROM: Thou art discreet. (Aside, walk-\\ning up and down the hall.) The capture of\\nthis Viscount and his despatches was a\\nProvidence. Rupert and Newcastle in the\\nNorth, the King at Oxford\u00e2\u0080\u0094 all to burst\\nupon us when my Lord Willoughby, the\\nnoble commander of our army, gave the\\nword. But my letter to St. John will un-\\nmask the plot, and save the cause. (Comes\\ndown.) Find me the Pap st stronghold,\\nSta nsby House.\\nCAPELL: (Placing finger on map.) There,\\nsir, five miles from Boston.\\nCROM: A short night march from here.\\nLord Willoughby desires that we reduce the\\nplace.\\nCAPELL: It is strong and will make a\\ns ubborn stand.\\nCROM: (Taking letter from doublet. The\\nKing hath a word to Rupert on the point.\\n(Reads.) Charlton to be Governor of\\nSta nsby; hold it at all costs. Then if my\\nLord escaped from here, he would go\\nth ther.\\nCAPELL: God grant he doth not escape.\\nCPOM: Who guards him?\\nOAPF LL: Daneerfield.\\nCROM: Ha! (Pauses\u00e2\u0080\u0094 aside.) I do not", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE IROXSIDES.\\n(Aloud.) This Stainsby House. It is old and\\nfull of secret passages. There will be a\\npostern somewhere, by which those who\\nknow the place find entrance if hard press-\\ned. Could we find this postern the siege\\nwould not last long.\\n(Enter Sanctify Jordan, who starts when\\nhe sees Cromwell and draws back.)\\nThy business?\\nSANC: Why, please you, sir\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I desired\\nbut a private word with the worshipful Cap-\\ntain.\\nCROM: Have thy word.\\nSANC: I thought he was alone.\\nCROM: Speak, and before me. Dost wish\\nto be arrested for a spy?\\nSANC: Me a spy. God forgive you, mas-\\nter, for the lie.\\nCROM: What sirrah! Such language unto\\nme. (Aside.) I like this spirit.\\nSANC: If a man call me spy, I call him\\nl ar. That be only fair.\\nCROM: (Laughing.) We ll cry quits. Now\\nhold thy peace and go upon an errand. Bear\\nword unto the Viscount Charlton that I\\ncrave his presence here. Bring him thy-\\nself.\\nSANC: But he is dangerous.\\nCROM: Dost fear an unarmed man?\\nSANC: I fear nothing but that he may\\nescape.\\nROM: If he doth, I shall hang thee.\\nBes-one\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I am in haste.\\nSANC: (Moving upstairs\u00e2\u0080\u0094 aside.) Woe s\\nme. I fear that cavalier. But I fear Noll s\\nanger worst. I must borrow a musket from\\nthe guard.\\n(Exit C.)\\nCROM: That Viscount is a fearless fel-\\nlow. hu+ of no discretion.\\n^APELL: A debauched and evil living\\nrake.\\nCPOM: Friend to our Lieutenant\u00e2\u0080\u0094 is he\\nnot?\\nCAPELL: They were boon companions.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCROM: Ha!\\n(Enter Charlton, followed by Sanctify on\\ngallery.)\\nCHakL: Gad, Colonel, you have a cruel\\nwit. Dost put all thy guests in peril of their\\nLves?\\nCuOM: You jest, my Lord.\\nCHARL: Jest! Look at this servitor of\\nthine. Upon my oath he hath tried to snoot\\nme near a uozen times since I left my cham-\\nber.\\n(Sancitfy, holding gun awkwardly, points\\nmuzzle at Charlton.)\\nCROM: Down with thy musket, oaf.\\n(Sanctify drops butt upon Ins toes.)\\nSANC Holy Jerusalem\\nCROM: An oath in my presence. A shill-\\ning from thv pay.\\nSANC: (Groaning. Holding his foot.) T:s\\na mosc malignant piece. I believe it be be-\\nwitched.\\nCROM: My Lord, his proper weapon is a\\nbroom.\\nSANC: Nay, indeed; I would be a sol-\\ndier. 1 can wield a sword.\\nCHARL: (Bursting into a laugh.) Slife,\\nthou woudst make an army tremble.\\nSANC: I d have shot you, my Lord, had\\nyou tried to run away.\\nCHARL: You mean yourself. That gun is\\nl ke to burst now.\\nSANC: (Leaping into the air.) The Lord\\npreserve me.\\nCHARL: Colonel, hast many soldiers of\\nh s mettle?\\nCROM: Nay\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Prince Rupert killed them\\nall at Edge Hill fight.\\nSANC: I shall go unto the battle singing\\nlike the Israelites of old.\\nCROM: Thou lt have no breath until a\\nbroadsword breaks thy crown, and then thy\\nsong wilt have another tune.\\nCHARL: His proper place is on a bag-\\ngage cart.\\nSANC: But I would wear no armour then.\\nCROM: Pish! thou rt no use.\\nC", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nSANC: Make me a scout, good master.\\nCHARL: Lord help the army that did fol-\\nlow thee.\\nSANC: I am a Lincolner by birth\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I know\\nthe country well.\\nCROM: (Aside.) A Lincolner, ha! Where\\nwast thou bred, boy?\\nSANC: Within a furlong of the gates of\\none Stainsby House, near Boston.\\n(Charlton starts.)\\nCROM: (Aside.) My Lord changes counte-\\nnance. I must pursue this matter. Sanctify,\\nthou wouldst never make a scout. Thou\\nhast not been outside a house at night since\\nI have known you.\\nSANC: Deed, master, I know every inch\\nof country round my home.\\nCROM: Wert thou a wastrel and a wan-\\nderer in those days?\\nSANC: Nay, 1 was most godly. But night\\nair was commended for my health.\\nCROM: Ah! My Lord, are there many\\ndeer in Stainsby Park?\\nCHARL: There were once, but there have\\nbeen too many hunters of late years.\\nCROM: We have one here, methinks.\\nSANC: I never hunted deer. It was the\\nhouse I knew the best. I have been there\\nan hundred times.\\nPROM: When the nights were fine?\\nSANC: Bv night and day.\\nCHARL: He could not get in at night.\\nThe urates are always closed.\\nSANC: Not all the gates, my Lord!\\nCROM: Hold thy peace. My Lord, you\\nforget you were the bearer of despatches\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nnow in my hnnds.\\nCHARL: His Majesty hath never been to\\nSta nsby.\\nCROM: He is much interested in the\\ns ror frho1d and seems to know it well.\\nCHARL: What sa th the King? (Aside.)\\nGoo^ Lord, we are undone.\\nPROM: Thn+ wh ch he thinks it well the\\nPrince should know.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCHARL: Gad! Colonel, twould be easier\\nto break a bar of iron than squeeze a word\\nfrom you.\\nCROM: I seek knowledge, not impart it.\\nGive me your counsel. I am commanded to\\nreduce this stronghold.\\nCHARL: Nay, I will answer nothing.\\nLeave the place alone.\\nCROM: If you help me not, I raze it to\\nthe ground.\\nCHARL: The chance of war is not al-\\nways on one side.\\nCROM: There is no chance in war.\\nCHARL: The house is safe enough.\\nCROM: Brave words, belied by your trou-\\nbled brow, my Lord. I ask you would it\\nnot be better to yield the stronghold with-\\nout bloodshed? I would give the garrison\\ngenerous terms, and set you free.\\nCHARL: I am not now a member of the\\ngjirrison.\\nCROM: You know the secrets of the\\nwhole defence.\\nCHARL: Dost insult me by the thought\\nthnt I d betray them?\\nCROM: You have betrayed more than\\nyou know, my Lord. Your mind is an open\\nbook.\\nCHARL: You have a poor opinion of my\\nhonour.\\nCROM: Dost refuse to consider terms?\\nCHARL: I will make no terms.\\nCROM: Then I must take you unto my\\nGeneral Lord Wllougbby.\\nCHARL: Mv b tterest enemv.\\nCROM: Who will put you to a shameful\\ndeath.\\nCHARL: My faith, tis hard to give that\\nros-ue so sweet a pleasure. But I have no\\nchoice. Rather thsm be a tra tor to H s\\nMajesty the K ner. I would d e ten thousand\\ndeaths. (Moves towards sta rcase.)\\nPROM: Stay My Lord. Misjudge me not.\\nT knew that vou would not turn traitor. I\\nonly proposed to acqu re a little information", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nfrom your Lordship. If any words of mine\\ncan influence Lord Willoughby, you will not\\nregret this conversation. It hath been most\\nsatisfactory to me.\\nCHARL: Faith, good host, you would\\nread hearts through breast-plates. I like\\nnot your company the least. Now, brave\\nscout-master, Sanctify, lead on. This time,\\npray hold your gun discreetly; I wish you\\nnot to come to any harm. So\u00e2\u0080\u0094 bravo!\\nMarch! Colonel, adieu.\\n(Ex r t Charlton and Sanctify.)\\nCROM: We shall need but small force to\\ntake that stronghold.\\nCAPELL: A thousand men hath tried\\nand failed.\\nCROM: Pish! My Lord betrayed himself.\\nCAPELL: I did not understand him.\\nCROM: Listen then. The house is strong,\\nbut from Lord Charlton s agitation I judge\\nit hath weak places that cannot be made\\ngood. I am satisfied that you will discover\\na secret entrance, mayhap more than one.\\nSend Sanctify to find them and make full\\nuse of his knowledge of the place and peo-\\nple. That man hath more sense than ap-\\npeareth on the surface and will do the work\\nright well. He must depart at once. Follow\\nwith two picked troops at ten of the clock\\nto-night so that you may arrive in dark-\\nness and make all your dispositions before\\ndawn. T marked the place when passing\\nit some months since. To the rear there is\\ncover for a reg ment\u00e2\u0080\u0094 in front none. This\\npostern will be in rear, and by dawn one\\ntroop\u00e2\u0080\u0094 not more\u00e2\u0080\u0094 must be in h ding there.\\nThe other with a culverin should make a\\nfe nt of storming to draw the full attention\\nof the garrison. But let them not see a\\npian. until the postern is properly beset.\\nThen sound the onse f and attack the front\\ngates with determination the wh le the other\\ntroon creeps in at rear. The cavaliers, see-\\ning so mnall a force w ll be off he r guard,\\nand if your men do their work discreetly", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nshould be taken completely unawares.\\nCAPELL: The scheme is shrewdly plan-\\nned.\\nUROM: And the command yours.\\nCAPELL: I shall require a trusty second.\\nCROM: Choose him yourself.\\nCaPELL: (Cons.ders. Aside.) I have it.\\nLieutenant Dangerfield.\\nCROM: Ha! a strange choice.\\nCAPELL: He is brave and very skilful\\nin a s*ege. (Aside.) I shall have nim in a\\nclutch.\\nCROM: Have thy way. To quarters now\\nand pick your men. But, first, send Danger-\\nfield to me.\\nCAPELL: On the instant, Colonel.\\n(Moves upstairs. Aside.) I like not those\\nlast words. How much doth he suspect?\\nHe can know nothing yet\u00e2\u0080\u0094 when he does, it\\nwill be all too late.\\n(Exit C.)\\nCROM: (Walking up and down.) A plot\\nis brewing. Twice have I seen Capell and\\nHepworth in earnest converse which ceased\\nabruptly at my entrance. Yet the letter\\nwent, though it was delayed, and Capell de-\\nlayed it. Guessed he its contents? Nay,\\ntwas writ and sealed before it left my\\nhands. Stay! The Presbyter. I found him\\nin my library. The letter open on the desk.\\nI beth nk me now, his face was flushed;\\nthe hand that rested on my chair a-tremble.\\nHepworth! Ha\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a fanatic\u00e2\u0080\u0094 therefore un-\\nscrupulous. A Presbyterian, therefore sup-\\nporting Willoughby; a minister, therefore\\nunable to see beyond the limits of a creed.\\nEngland, the Lord help thee if such bigots\\never hold thee in their grip. May the Al-\\nnrp-htv in H s justice deal with them as T\\nwill deal with these poor fools who th nk\\nto ru n me now.\\nfEnter Ralf on gallery.)\\nYe have received the news?\\nt?at F 1 (Coming down.) I am most grate-\\nful to you.\\n10", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCROM: You are the Captain s choice.\\nRALF: I could almost think I had done\\nthe man injustice.\\nCROM: Pish\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ye do not know him yet the\\nleast. How is your prisoner?\\nRALF: As merry as though lie were to\\ngreet his ladv on the morrow instead of\\ndeath.\\nCROM: Why death?\\nRALF: He will be in the power of that\\ndevil\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Willoughby.\\nCROM: Hist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 fool. If any heard ye, you\\nwould get short shrift from His Lordship.\\nRALF: He killed mv father.\\nCROM: I thought it was the Bishop-\\nLaud.\\nRALF: The Comm ssion was divided, but\\nWilloughby, who once had been my father s\\nfriend, cast the vote against him so he\\ndied. I pray the day may come when my\\nLord shall get short shrift from me.\\nCROM: If you would see that day, silence.\\non thy life. Now. good lad (Patting Ralf\\non shoulder.) to duty. (Moves L. C. Aside.)\\nIf he hath not already planned his friend s\\nescape, I know him not. (Laughs.) I may\\nsafely leave it in his hands.\\n(Exit.)\\nRALF: Duty\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what is my duty? As a\\nsoldier of the Parliament I should hold\\nCharlton fast for Willoughby to kill him.\\nCharlton\u00e2\u0080\u0094 who is dearer to me than a\\nbro her\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Charltan\u00e2\u0080\u0094 who, when we were at\\ncollege, saved my life. Can I let him die?\\nNay. I will not. Mayhap it will ruin me,\\nbut I should not be fit to live did I desert\\nh m in tvs need. (Slowly ascending stairs.)\\nEnter Rachel R.)\\nT o l]C n nr Ag de.i Rachel Fate is kinder\\nthan I knew. (Comes down.) Mistress\\nT \\\\CHEL: (Starting.) Master Danger-\\nfield.\\nFATF: Doth th s meeting- displease you?\\nRACHEL: Nay, T am glad. I have wish-\\n11", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\ned to tell you how much my uncle s harsh\\nwords grieved me. They were unjust and\\ncruel. But he hath been misled by your en-\\nemies. I pray you w.ll forgive him.\\nRALF: Most freely. But the enemy you\\nname, your enemy as well as mine, I will\\nnot forgive.\\nRACHEL: I have no enemies.\\nRALF: Alas, you are in danger from one\\nnow.\\nRAPHEL: In Colonel Cromwell s house?\\nRALF: I would I might speak plainly.\\ny *EI-- i oear thai yon Will speak.\\nRALF: There is one within this house-\\nCap tarn Capeii who loves you nay, I will\\nnot call h s passion by such a sacred name.\\nRACHEL: The Captain! He hath never\\nspako a word of such a thing.\\nRALF: He will first get you in his power.\\nRACHEL: My uncle would protect me\\nthen.\\nRALF: Your uncle is a weapon in his\\nhands.\\nRACHEL: But he cannot use the Colonel\\nfor h s ends.\\nRALF: I believe he plots the Colonel s\\nruin.\\nRACHEL: Why think you that?\\nRALF: I judge from what I saw and\\nheard vesterday at noon.\\nRACHEL: Would that you heard all.\\nRALF: Tell me now.\\nRACHFL: Oh. that I could\u00e2\u0080\u0094 or m sht.\\n(Putting her hand to her head and shudder-\\ning.) I know not how it is, but since that\\nhour T have had no peace of m nd. All lasc\\nn- \u00c2\u00b0ht I had visions of d sas^er in my\\ndreams, yet they took no form or shape.\\nMv be-.l burns as rhoue-h I had a fever,\\nyet my hands are cold. But I keep you\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nwhen vou would be doing.\\nRALF: Nay. T am not on duty. I have\\nbeen lo^s- na: all the dav to meet vou.\\npArT-TEL: We do no f often meet.\\nRALF: T trus T shall be more fortunate\\nwhen I return\u00e2\u0080\u0094 if I live.\\n12", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nRACHEL: You will not risk your life\\nwithout a cause.\\nRALF: I thought it of no value unto any-\\none.\\nRACHEL: I will not have you speak so\\nrudely of your life.\\nRALF: Do you value it, dear mistress?\\nRACHEL: I do indeed! (Pause.) So do\\nall your friends.\\nRALF: They may be counted on the fin-\\ngers of one hand, in truth on one finger.\\nRACHEL: For shame. Think of the Col-\\nonel. Madam, Betty and many more.\\nRALF: I may think of them, but it is\\nseldom that they think of me. I am alone.\\nT mind not that. I only ask that one friend\\nshould think of me. Dost guess her name?\\nI need her sore, and before I go I must\\nknow for sure that she is my friend. (Takes\\nher hand.)\\nRACHEL: Truly, sir, you have my\\nfriendship, if it is of any worth.\\nRALF: It is the highest honour that\\ncould be vouchsafed to me.\\nRACHEL: I should say that of vour\\nfriendship. (Sighs.) A friend is more to\\nme than T can well express.\\nRALF: That you prize my friendsh p\\nmaketh me happy beyond words. (Drawing\\nnearer to her.)\\n(Rachel slowly turns away, but leaves her\\nhand in his. Sound of trumpet in d stanre.)\\nAlas, the trumpet call. I must go. Yet\\nbefore I go (Takes both her hands and\\nk-sses them.) Rachel, art thou indeed un-\\nfriend?\\nRACHEL: While I live.\\nR.ALF: (Kneeling. Then will I tell the\\nall ^hat thou art to me.\\n^A^t-tet (Starting.) Oh, you must not!\\nRALF: But T will. Rachel, before I saw\\nthv face I was a man without a God. Mv\\nffi+her, whom I pass onatelv loved, was\\ndone +o death before mv eves. T cared for\\nnaught and believed naught. Life was all", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\ndarkness until I met thee here. Then\\nstraightway a light broke on me, and I\\nprayed. I was as one who having lost his\\nway hath lain him down to die, when on a\\nsudden he sees the morning star arise and\\nknoweth dawn is near. Thy purity and\\ngoodness have taught me that there is a\\nGod, and though I goto war agan, it is\\nwith faith in heaven and in Christ. I go\\nloving thee, my dearest, ch my dearest, un-\\ntil the last drop of liie-talood leaves my\\nheart, and my last breath hath passed\\naway. (Rises slowly, and raises her hands\\nto his lips. Rachel turns towards him and\\nsmiles. He clasped her in his arms.) My\\ndarling. Dost thou love me?\\nRACHEL: I have loved you from the\\nfirst. And all you have done since then\\nhath made me love you more and more. I\\nam not worthy. You have gone forth and\\ndared the world. I have been in shleter all\\nmy life. But that life is yours\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and with\\nyour strength to lean upon and your hand\\nto guide, I shall grow braver and more fit\\nto be a helpmate unto you. You must\\nteach me, dearest, to be brave.\\n(Sound of Hepworth s voice in passage.)\\nHEP: Hast seen my niece, the Mistress\\nRachel? (Off.)\\nRACHEL: Hark, there is my uncle.\\nLeave me now. It is too soon for anyone to\\nknow.\\n(Trumpet sounds louder.)\\nRALF: (K sses her.) Farewell, my dar-\\nling.\\nPACHEL: May the Almighty keep thee\\nsafe.\\n(Ralf moves C. They kiss hands as he\\nreaches front door.)\\n(Exit Ralf C.)\\n(Enter Hepworth and Capell L.)\\nHEP: Niece, we have sought thee every-\\nwhere, be ns? on most ur -pnt bus r ^ss. Thou\\nmust leave this house with me to-day.\\n14", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nRACHEL: What reason have you for\\nsuch a strange command?\\nHEP: I have many reasons.\\nRACHEL.: I will consult the Colonel.\\nHEP: He must not know.\\nRACHEL: I do not go without his knowl-\\nedge.\\nHEP: Thou must obey me.\\nCAPELL: Your pardon\u00e2\u0080\u0094 give me leave to\\nspeak. Madam, the Colonel hath become\\nsuspicious and will question you concerning\\nthe despatch.\\nRACHEL: I will not betray you.\\nHEP: None can withstand Cromwell\\nwhen he is aroused.\\nRACHEL: I cannot see sufficient cause\\nfor my departure.\\nHEP: It must be, I say.\\nRACHEL: Must is not a word to use to\\nme.\\nHEP: Eh? Thou hast become strangely\\ndisobedient since yesterday. What hath\\nhappened to thee?\\nRACHEL: I will not, even at your bid-\\nding, leave my home and friends.\\nCAPELL: Reverend sir, leave it to me.\\nMadam, I hold a letter which you gave me.\\n(Takes out letter.) I hold it. Should I\\nchoose it would be on its way to Lord Wil-\\nIoughby within an hour.\\nRACHEL: You would break faith with\\nme?\\nCAPELL: That depends upon your action\\nnow.\\nRACHEL: You swore to me Cromwell\\nshould be safe. You dare not break that\\no;i h.\\nCAPELL: Cromwell is in no danger-\\nyet!\\nHEP: Obey and all is well. You can trust\\nmy word.\\nCAP FT L: We await your answer.\\nRACHEL: You have received it. I will\\nnof tro w th vou. (Moves R.)\\nCAPELL: Then Cromwell dies.\\n15", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nRACHEL: Uncle, he is your friend.\\nHEP: He was. But now\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I trust him not.\\nLet him die.\\nRACHEL: I will straightway warn him\\nof your plots.\\nCAPELL: He is at quarters, full a mile\\naway. I have a horseman waiting at the\\ndoor. (Horse heard off.)\\nCAPELL: You hold Cromwell s life and\\nIf I obey you, uncle, what do I gain?\\nCAPELL: Cromwell s safety.\\nRACHEL: That was what you said be-\\nfore.\\nCAPELL: Go with your uncle and the let-\\nter goeth, too. See I place it in his hands.\\n(Gives letter to Hep.)\\nRACHEL: Where am I to go?\\nHEP: Only to Milton on the Cambridge\\nroad.\\nRACHEL: That is where the Captain s\\nmother dwells.\\nCAPELL: She would welcome you.\\nRACHEL: You have some purpose in con-\\nveying me there.\\nHEP: On our arrival you shall know it\\nall.\\nRACHEL: (Aside.) I know it now. You\\nhold me in a vice between you.\\nCAPELL: You hold Cromwell s life and\\nhonour in a vice.\\nRACHEL: (Aside.) H^s life. Ah, I must\\nsave h s life. (Aloud. But I will not go un-\\nless you take oath, uncle, not to part with\\nthe despatch until it is delivered into Crom-\\nwell s hands.\\nHEP: T w il +\u00c2\u00abke the oath.\\n(Enter Betty R.)\\nRACHEL: Then I do your b dd ng.\\nHEP: Speed, then, speed\u00e2\u0080\u0094 put yourself in\\nreadiness. I will see the horses are in wait-\\ning-. (Moves T Deify not. Rachel.\\n(Ex t with Capell.)\\nRACHEL: (Moves L.) (Aside.) The\\nCapta n s eves eleam wi^h Irs triumph. Let\\nIrm beware. I will meet his mine with\\n16", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\ncounter mine. He dealeth no longer with a\\ntrembling girl, but with a woman fighting\\nfor her honour and her life.\\nBETTY: (Aside.) What can have hap-\\npened? Dearest, you are in trouble?\\nRACHEL: (Aside.) She must not know.\\nNay, all is well now.\\nBETTY: You are going away. I hate\\nyour uncle.\\nRACHEL: It is not for his sake that T\\ngo riwav.\\nBETTY: (Stamping her foot.) Tell me\\nyour secret or I shall hate you. Am I a\\nchild?\\nRACHEL: You shall know my secret.\\nBut no one else must know it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 promise:\\nBETTY: I promise\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I promise. Now\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nqir eklv!\\nRACHEL: (Whispers. Betty laughs and\\nclaps her hands.) Master Dangerfield! Oh.\\nwhat a fury the Captain will be n. As for\\nyour uncle, dear\u00e2\u0080\u0094 oh, how I should love to\\nser h m when he henrs the news.\\nRACHEL: He will not approve. I fear.\\nBut a woman s heart and life belong to her\\nalone. Now I must hurry. I will see you\\nacain before I go. But forget not\u00e2\u0080\u0094 silence!\\n(Puts finger to lips.)\\n(Exit L.)\\nrr^r.tpr Clavpole R.)\\nBETTY: (Aside.) So they are betrothed!\\nT am srlad. And that s stranee. because I\\nlovpd M;\u00c2\u00abster Danererfield\u00e2\u0080\u0094 at least I thought\\nT did. Yet he worships Rachel\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and he\\nnever worstr nopd me! (Sighs.) But I am\\nsm-p T am in love.\\ncrinypole comps down. Rpttv lausrhs\\nar-ain. He s dles up to her. She keeps her\\nfqce turned from h m. and moves iiway. Hp\\nfo o^s. tr ps +o k ss her\u00e2\u0080\u0094 she looks round\\na.vA s^af+s back.)\\nOb\u00e2\u0080\u0094 vou\\nCT.w- whom d d vou Iv nk it was?\\nT ?Tm V A bptter m^n than vou.\\nCLAY: Doth any other man love thee?", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nBETTY: I could name six.\\nCLAY: Their names, Madam.\\nBETTY: (Laughing.) They would die of\\nlaughing an they saw you now.\\nCLAY: I will not be laughed at by any\\nman alive.\\nBETTY: Better be laughed at by a man\\nthan by a woman.\\nCLAY: Thou art my mistress.\\nBETTY: Then leave me. I am tired of\\nyou. (Turns her back on him.)\\nCLAY: Not until you say farewell.\\nBETTY: Farewell, farewell.\\nCLAY: I am going to the war. We shall\\nnever meet again.\\nBETTY: Fie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 thinkst I know not a sol-\\ndier when I see one. You are none.\\nCLAY: (Throwing back cloak and show-\\ning breast-plates beneath it.) I am a cornet\\nin your father s tenth troop.\\nBETTY: (Wiping her eyes.) Oh! you must\\nnot go away. (Turns slowly round.)\\nCLAY: I have promised.\\nBETTY: T do not wish to be alone.\\nCLAY: (Puts h*s arm about her.) Thou\\nnever shall be, sweetheart, when I return.\\n(K sses her.)\\n(Enter Rachel L. Stands at door a mo-\\nment, coushs. Betty springs from Clay-\\npoip s firms.)\\nBETTY: See what you have done. I can\\nnever look anyone in the face again.\\nCLAY: A greeting. Mistress Rachel. It\\nW o K _.i,o T r 1 _w was a joke.\\nBETTY: You dare to say so.\\nRACHEL: (Kiss ns? her.) A m sehief still,\\npvpti vonr joy. Master Claypole, you are\\nmost fortunate.\\nB^TTY: I am the most unlucky woman\\nin f he world.\\np^ ^^L: For shame.\\nR^TTY: Re mak^th love, h^ swearetli\\nfea ,f v and then he says -t is a joke.\\npj AY: Thp f wr s vo* the .1o)c I meant\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nyou know well I meant not that.\\n18", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nBETTY: I marry no man who knows not\\nwhat he means.\\nRACHEL: Peace, peace; I will leave you.\\nBETTY: (Embracing her.) I am so hap-\\npy. (Turning to Clay.) What if father for-\\nbid it?\\nCLAY: Oh!\\nBETTY: You will never dare defy him.\\nCLAY: I will.\\nBETTY: Then go and do it.\\nCLAY: I will go\u00e2\u0080\u0094 upon his return.\\nBETTY: You dare not, I say.\\nCLAY: I dare defy a world to marry thee.\\nI will go now. (Moves to door C.)\\nRACHEL: Well spoken.\\nBETTY: (Runs after him.) Nay! You\\nshall not go alone.\\nRACHEL: Guard her well, sir.\\nBETTY: He guard me! Methinks with\\nfather he will be glad of my protection.\\nCome, sir. (Takes his hand.) Come ana\\nmeet your fate.\\n(Exit Betty and Claypole.)\\nRACHEL: I am glad of this. He is a\\nworthy fellow, and Betty, spite of all her\\nmischief, hath loved him long. (Goes to\\ntable, looks round room, sighs.) When shall\\nI see the dear old house again, my home for\\nall these happy years. It is nard to go, but\\nit is to save his life\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the Tfe so precious\\nto his friends, aye, and to England. There\\nis no man like unto Cromwell. This place\\nis full of memories of him. (Takes up sword\\nlying on table. Kisses it.) The sword that\\nbe ha f h drawn for freedom and for right.\\n(Takes up Bible and sinks upon her knees.)\\nTh s he loveth best of all. It resteth in his\\nhand more often than the sword. Even as\\nT hold it in my arms I feel his strength of\\npurpose and his power of will encompass\\nme.\\n(Enter Cromwell L. C. He stands watch-\\ning her.)\\nT have done right, and I shall conquer.\\nThe Lord will protect me.\\n19", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCROM: (Lays his hand upon her head.)\\nDaughter, hast anything to tell me?\\nRACHEL: (Rises.) I have come to say\\ngood- Dye.\\nCROM: (Sits at table.) Why do you leave\\nus all so suddenly?\\nRACHEL: It is best.\\nCROM: Your reason.\\nRACHEL: My uncle wisheth it.\\nCROM: Tell me your reason.\\nRACHEL: I cannot now.\\n(Cromwell turns away and takes up\\npapers. Rachel throws herself at Ins feet.)\\nFather!\\n(Cromwell slowly drops paper and lays\\nboth hands upon her shoulders.)\\nCROM: Well!\\nRACHEL: Grant me your blessing before\\nI go.\\nCROM: Why dost thou go?\\nRACHEL: Because I would undo a\\nwrong.\\nCROM: (Rises, rafses Rachel to her feet\\nand holds her hands.) I command thee to\\ntell me what it is that thou hast done.\\nRACHEL: I must not\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yet.\\nCROM: A plot hath been laid against me.\\nArmed with the knowledge thou canst give\\nI w ll undo my enemies; without it they\\nmay take me unawares. Bare thy heart.\\nRACHEL: I cannot\u00e2\u0080\u0094 to-day.\\nCROM: It will be too late to-morrow.\\nRACHEL: Oh no!\\nCROM: Child, thou hast been drawn into\\nth s plot. I do not ask thee to speak against\\nthy conscience, but if thou keepst a prom-\\nise exacted from thee by some trick, thou\\ndost but play into their hands. Thou\\nthrus e h thy head into a noose, which the\\nworthy Captain will pull tight when it suits\\nIrs plans.\\nRACHEL: How know you, sir, that the\\nCaptain is concerned in it?\\nCROM: Because I know the Captain. Tell\\nme where I shall find the letter you gave\\nunlo him.\\n2a.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nRACHEL,: I must not say.\\nCROM: That s enough. It hath not gone\\nto London.\\nRACHEL: No!\\nCROM: Is it against your conscience to\\ntell me why you were concerned in such a\\ncrime?\\nRACHEL: Twas to save your life, which\\nwas in danger.\\nCROM: You mean you were told so.\\nThere is a difference there.\\nRACHEL: Indeed 1 know that now.\\nCROM: Yet you trust them still. But I\\nforget. One is your uncle.\\nRACHEL: Oh, sir, be merciful to him!\\nCROM: Should ypu not ask him to be\\nmerciful to me. He holds a weapon in his\\nhands.\\nRACHEL: He dares not use it. He hath\\nsworn an oath\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that is why I go away.\\nDear sir, though I have been weak and fool-\\nish, I Implore you judge me not yet. I am\\nnot blindfold or helpless now. I know the\\nman I deal with, and I fear him not. The\\ntime is not far distant when he will fear\\nme.\\nCROM: You think there is no danger\\nnow?\\nRACHEL: Your letter will nevei be ex-\\nposed to mv Lord Willoughbv.\\nCROM: Ha! that was the plan.\\nRACHEL: It is foiled.\\nCROM: (Laughs.) Who saith so? Your\\nuncle and the Captain. The fly, hav ng-\\nplaced her feet within the web and break-\\ning- one mesh, casteth off her wings and\\nfolloweth the sp der home. Poor fly! Most\\ncunning spider. But I am busy. Child, thou\\nmayst go. (Turns from her and takes up\\ndespatch.\\nRACHEL: If you think me wrong, ad-\\nvise me.\\nCROM: Nay, thou hast taken thine own\\nroad and must ab de bv it. Fare thee wel!.\\nRACHEL: (Moving to door C.) Good-bye.\\ndear sir.\\n21", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCROM: Good-bye. (Reads letter.)\\n(Rachel watches him. He looks up. She\\ncomes towards him with outstretched\\nhands. He goes past her to door and opens\\nit.)\\nGo now. May the Lord have thee in His\\nkeeping.\\n(Exit Rachel C.)\\n(Stands in thought at door. Hall has\\ngrown dark.)\\nPoor child\u00e2\u0080\u0094 poor child. Yet she hath cour-\\nage and understanding. She may outwit\\nthem yet. Meantime she haih exposed the\\nplot. My letter seized; Parliament to know\\nnaught and Willoughby all. Ha! Wdlough-\\nby. A man without morality, without\\nstrength and without conviction. And yet\\nour General. Aye, and Willoughby is not\\nthe only one among us who cowers before\\nthe King. There is my Lord Eseex. Too\\nloyal to retreat; too timid to advance. Com-\\nmander-in-Chief of all the forces of the Par-\\nliament, and holding the liberties of Eng-\\nland in his hand. He will never beat the\\nKing because he dares not, and yet until\\nCharles Stuart is beaten, Charles Stuart\\nwill never come to terms. There is but one\\nway to save our liberties. Our arnres must\\nbe led by men, not figureheads. Men whom\\nno majesties dismay; who fear naught but\\nS *n; who are religious, but whose souls are\\nnot bound down unto a creed. That is the\\nprice Parliament must pay for its success.\\nrp he Lord sive me pc er to bear my part.\\nBut for the moment\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Willoughby. The pern\\nwe are in is mmediate and great. If Ru-\\npert can reach Willouphbv before mv plans\\nare r pe. all will be lost. T must str ke with\\nall my strength\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and I must strike now.\\nEnter Raif and Charlton on gallery\\nabove. Ch^Pon d seu sed fs a Puritan.)\\nfjAj.F: There s no one here. All ig safe.\\n(Cromwell looks up\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and s f ens back under-\\nneath s^a rs. Charlton and Ra f descend.)\\nCHARL: Ralf, give me thy hand. (They\\n22", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE IE0XS1DES.\\nclasp hands.) Thou are the best and truest\\nfriend. Yet\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Gad, but thou art a fool.\\nRALF: I am in no danger. Cromwell de-\\nsireih not your life.\\nCHARL: Noll! Tush. I thought not of\\nhim. But only what a foul wrong thou\\ndost thyself by being a rebel come away\\nwuh me.\\nRALF: (Goes to door C.) Hist\u00e2\u0080\u0094 chatter\\nnot. The horses should be waiting. (Looks\\nout.) Not there yet. Is there a mishap?\\nAt any moment some one might come into\\nthe hall.\\nCHARL: Let them come. I am as proper\\nand prim a Puritan as any in the land.\\nRALF: Talk not so loud.\\nCHARL: I will now proceed with thy\\npolitical conversion.\\nRALF: You will make me angry.\\nCHARL: It is an outrage, Ralf, that\\nthou, a man of honour, shouldst fight in\\ncompany with such coistrils as Capell and\\nWilloughby.\\nRALF: I serve not these.\\nCHARL: Ye should serve Rupert and His\\nGracious Majesty.\\nRALF: I serve Cromwell.\\nCHARL: Slife! Compare not your crop-\\neared Colonel with His Majesty King\\nCharles.\\nRALF: I do not.\\nCHARL: By my faith, if thou hadst-\\nmuch as I love thee\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I would have pinked\\nthee through.\\nRALF: Cromwell is a great soldier, a\\nleader with ;i masfer mind. I compare not\\nsuch as Cromwell to thy poor shadow of a\\nK ner.\\nCHARL: Sdeath\u00e2\u0080\u0094 mouth not such blas-\\nphemv to me. (Se zes sword.)\\nRALF: You are mad\u00e2\u0080\u0094 come outside. Your\\nvo ce will raise the house. (Goes up C.\\nCharlton following.)\\nrHAPL: Laugh n.) I had, indeed, forgot\\nmy cloth. Gad. old friend, had our crop-", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\neared Colonel heard me, I were lost indeed.\\nCROM: (Stepping from staircase, leaning\\nagainst it.) Your servant, Viscount.\\nCHARL: Hell and damnation!\\nCROM: Thy end, I fear, unless a change\\ntake place! So you are tired of my hos-\\npitality, my Lord.\\nCHARL: (With a forced laugh.) Tired\\nenough, mine host. But that is ill said when\\na man hath not paid his reckoning.\\nCROM: I have no score against your\\nLordship.\\nCHARL: Except my life and liberty.\\nCROM: Your life and liberty are of no\\nmoment unto me. Where is your horse?\\n(Sounds of hoofs off.)\\nCHARL: Without.\\nCROM: Then mount and away.\\nCHARL: (Moves towards door\u00e2\u0080\u0094 stops.)\\nYou play with me.\\nCROM: I play with no man. When next\\nyou see Prince Rupert say that the crop-\\neared Colonel sent thee back to him un-\\nscathed.\\nCHARL: Slife, sir, I will not be beholden\\nfor my life to thee.\\nCROM: I grant no favour.\\nCHARL: You give me release.\\nCROM: Because I have no further need\\nof ve. Mv Lord. I have squeezed you dry.\\nCHARL: (Forcing a laugh. Truly, then,\\nIt but rema ns for me to ero. (Stalks jaunt-\\nily to door.) Farewell, srood Ralf. Forget\\nnot mv wise words. (Steps over threshold,\\nreturns.) Colonel Cromwell, we must not\\npart thus. T have insulted you, and for\\nrevenge you set me free. Faith! T do re-\\ntract my senseless words. You are what\\nRalf hf^h sa d\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a man of honour and a gen-\\ntleman. T am your servant, and your\\ndebtor. Fare you wpU.\\n(Exit C.)\\nf Orom. an-d Ralf look at one another.\\nHoofs hoard off.)\\nCROtvt; tt p i s g-one. Go thou, too.\\nRALF: Go?\\n24", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCROM: Aye, go!\\nRALF: Whither?\\nCROM: After him thou lovest better than\\nthine honour and the cause. Go!\\n(Ralf comes down and they stand face to\\nface.)\\nRALF: I love you best.\\nCROM: I have tried thee, weighed thee\\nin the balance. Go!\\nRALF: I owed my life to Charlton\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I\\nco uld not let him die.\\nCROM: Thou disobeyed me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 for his sake.\\nRALF: To save his life.\\nCROM: Thy place is with him, and not\\nwith me.\\nRALF: You are my master.\\nCROM: Thy master. Nay! Thou art a\\ncavalier\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a very cavalier. Brave, but un-\\nstable. Ready one day to defy the might of\\nheaven, the next melting into tears over a\\nfriend. Such are the men who call Charles\\nStuart His Majesty. Charles Stuart will\\nnever conquer England, or rule Englishmen.\\nThough our nobility uphold him, and men\\nof rank and fortune follow such blades as\\nRupert and such time-servers as Hyde-\\nEngland doth not follow, and will never fol-\\nlow. Ralf Dangerfield. thy place is with\\nthy friend. Thou hast not the metal or the\\nnr nd to stand with us.\\nRALF: Give me a trial now. Keep me at\\nyour side, though it be but to untie your\\nshoes.\\nCROM: Words, words. And yet, lad, thou\\nhast some courage.\\nRALF: (Falls on one knee.) Aye, and a\\nloynltv to you which hath never wavered.\\nCROM: Kneel not to me. T claim not\\nk nr-sh p over any man. R se, I say.\\n(Ralf rises and stands with bowed head,\\nwh ch he raises gradually as Crom. speaks.)\\nNever kneel to me, but to my Master.\\nfPo nts upward.) Thou wouldst follow me?\\nThou knowst not what thou sayst. Our", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nfriends in Parliament, who would acknowl-\\nedge Charles if he would do this or that to\\nplease them, call me arch-rebel and accurst.\\nT stand alone. Wouldst thou, too, stand far\\nfrom all the rest?\\n(Half raises his head.)\\nAnswer not. but listen. It is a hard thing\\nto stand apart from other men. The long\\nsad years that have turned my heart to\\nsteel have not touched thine, for tou art\\nyoung. How wilt thou bear thyself?\\nRALF: As becomes my father s son. He\\nbelieved not in the creeds of other men, and\\nthey killed him for it. They may do the\\nsame to me for this. I will never yield.\\nCROM: The words ring true. But, Ral~,\\nif thou wouldst be a support to me. thou\\nmust cast away all selfish fears and selfish\\nloves. Thou must call no man master thou\\nmust fall upon thy knees and worship\\nChrst the Lord. Wit. indeed, follow in that\\npa+h and abide with me?\\nRAI/F: I will follow it unto the end. So\\nhelp me God.\\nCROM: (Laying hand on Ralf s shoulder.)\\nThen we will not nart. Yet. lad, thou hast\\nmuch to learn. Thou will presently be put\\nun*o a test. Thou goest to Stamsby with\\np cked men. But there is one comrade thou\\nmust never trust. His dearest w sh is to\\nsee thee lying dead, and so he hath digged\\na pitfall in thy path. Wa^ch h m; be wary,\\ncautious and discreet when he s by. Thy\\ncourage no one can d spute. But thou art\\na man of impulse and hot blood, wh le he s\\neoid a^d crnfty. Ask me no questions.\\nThou knowest whom I mean. Here he\\ncomes.\\nf Enter Crmell in armour, with troopers\\nbearing torches.)\\nThou. Oapta n. Art ready?\\nr^P^LL: T came for the L eu enant.\\nCROM: He awa ts ye. March briskly,\\navw 1 r^rnprnber ^h ne instructions.\\nn A PELL: Thev shall be punctually obey-\\ned.\\n26", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCROM: Then I say unto you both this\\none last word. Your enterprise holdeth\\ngreater issues than the taking of this house.\\nBe upright and patient toward one another.\\nDo your duty as soldiers and as Christians,\\nand above all, forget not that in your hands\\nrests the honour of the army and the safety\\nof the cause. March!\\nCURTAIN.\\n(Three days pass.)\\n[END OF ACT II.]", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nACT III.\\nSCENE\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Stainsby House.\\nParliamentary Troopers discovered. Some\\nreading pocket Bibles. All on duty.\\nGOODCHILD: It was an abounding\\nmercy we took the stronghold in so swift a\\nmanner, else would the place have run with\\nblood.\\nMAKE: The quarter granted by Lieuten-\\nant Dangerfield was a sin against the Al-\\nGOOD: What, Makepeace! Wouldst have\\nwrung the prisoners necks, then?\\nMAKE: I d wring the neck of evry Pap-\\nist in the land.\\nGOOD: But they made no resistance.\\nFaith, we gave them little opportunity.\\n(Laughs.) _, n\\nMAKE: It matters not. The Captains\\norders should have been obeyed.\\nGOOD: The Captain, when he said no\\nquarter, thought my Lord would fight.\\nMAKE: I mean the orders given after the\\nsurrender.\\nGOOD: The garrison surrendered unto\\nthe Lieutenant s terms. The Captain would\\nhave flouted them and killed Lord Charl-\\nton.\\nMAKE: It was for the Captain to de\\ncide.\\nGOOD: Twas hard for Dangerfield to see\\nhis friends slain before his eyes.\\nMAKE: He is a soldier; his duty was\\nobedience.\\nGOOD: The Captain hath a heart as hard\\nas iron.\\nMAKE: He is a man of true religion. It\\nis but Atheists and Malignants in disguise\\nwho show mercy unto Papists.\\nGOOD: Our Lieutenant is neither Atheist\\nnor Malignant.\\nMAKE: He be both, and a mutineer, to\\nboot.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nGOOD: Thou rt a lying coistril, and were\\nwe not on duty, by the Lord, I d drive the\\nslander down thy throat with a pike s end.\\n(The men approach one another threaten-\\ningly. The others gather round them.)\\nTROOPER: What is the dispute?\\nMAKE: I say the Lieutenant of ours be a\\ntraitor in disguise.\\nGOOD: I say it be a lie.\\nALL: A lie\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a lie.\\nMAKE: Have your way; but wait until\\nye hear what punishment he doth receive\\nfrom my Lord Willoughby. He hath com-\\nmitted crimes. First, he granteth terms\\nwithout authority, next he disputeth with\\nviolence when Capell commanded that the\\nmen be shot, and last he called upon such\\ncarles as ye, and threatened an attack upon\\nthe Lincolners when they came to support\\nthe Captain.\\nGOOD: (Laughing.) That last is true\\nenough. Mind ye, lads, the white faces of\\nthose worsted-stocking loons when we drew\\nsword upon them? What a scowl they had\\nfor us when they found the house was ours\\nwithout a blow. And all through little\\nSanctify finding- the secret postern.\\n(Enter Sanctify.)\\nHa! here he comes. Hail great Sanctify,\\npuissant Sartctifv. How doth your Lord-\\nsh n find yourself to-day?\\nSANC: Well and hearty, comrade, but\\nmv clothes be all too tight.\\nGGOD: I see naught wrong with them.\\nSANC: A suit that would fit me now\\nmust have a corporal s badge upon it.\\ni A 11 laugh.)\\nGOOD: Thou art too modest. I d be no\\nless than Quartermaster.\\nSANC: There are many Quartermasters\\nwith less exnerience than I.\\nGOOD: Hear him. He hath been in ac-\\ntive service four and twenty hours.\\n((All laugh.)\\nSANC: I have known a man not unlike", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nMakepeace in appearance serve four and\\ntwenty months an not do what I have done.\\nMAKE: Twas a subterfuge\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a skulking\\nescapade.\\nSANC: Oh, a petty thing\u00e2\u0080\u0094 unworthy of\\nthe attention of such great men as thee.\\nComrades, the grapes be wondrous sour.\\n(Enter Sweetlove.)\\nTROOP: News. What news of the Lieu-\\ntenant?\\nSWEET: Bad. They are trying him in\\ncourt-martial for insubordination; for as-\\nsault; for mutiny. A halberdier within the\\nCourt tells me all goes in favour of the Cap-\\ntain. Dangerfield is like to suffer heavy\\npunishment perchance death.\\nSANC: He will not die. He is a friend of\\nCromwell s.\\nSWEET: Cromwell is in London.\\nSANC: He was when we took this strong-\\nhold. But that be two days since.\\nSWEET: He hath no power here.\\nSANC: Cromwell hath always power.\\nSWEET: Capell is hand and glove with\\nmy Lord Willoughby.\\nSANC: When thieves grow kind then\\nhonest men must mind.\\nSWEET: Sirrah\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a hint of such language\\nin high quarters, and thou wouldst be rid-\\ning on the wooden horse.\\nSANC: (With mock salute.) Shall I pay\\na fine?\\n(Troopers laugh.)\\nSWEET: (Forcing a laugh.) Thou art a\\ncheerful fool.\\nSANC: I am a very sad one, and so will\\nhis Lordship be when Cromwell comes. I\\nspeak in earnest.\\nSWEET: Thy meaning?\\nSANC: The rumour goeth, and becometh\\nstronger hour by hour, that my Lord Wil-\\nloughby dares not fight the Marquis^\\nSWEET: A foul lie.\\nSANC: I trust it be, with all my heart,\\nhut I have shrewd fears.\\nI", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nSWEET: If it is truth, then I swear that\\nI would cut his throat were he ten times a\\nLord.\\n(Chorus of Troopers.)\\nAye, and any other man who harbour such\\na thought.\\nSANC: Quartermaster, thou hast my full\\nrespect. I will support thee unto death.\\nALL: To the death. To the death.\\n(Enter Willoughby R. The men come to\\nattention, but slowly and sullenly.)\\nWILL: A greeting, men. (Aside.) The\\ndogs salute as if I had court-martialed\\nthem. Quartermaster.\\nSWEET: My Lord.\\nWILL: Take thy company without. Let\\none guard this door, the rest report them-\\nselves to the officer who is in charge of the\\nremoval of the ammunition.\\nSWEET: Aye, my Lord. (Salutes.)\\n(Exit with man R.)\\nSANC: (Aside.) Such labour suiteth not\\nmy dignity. I shall guard the door\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and\\nkeep it open.\\n(Enter Trooper L.)\\nTROOP: My Lord, a lady in company\\nwith a reverend minister hath rid through\\nthe lines. The lady desires to see you on a\\nmatter of life and death.\\nWILL: Admit her now. (Aside.) I trust\\nthat she be fair. (Laughs.)\\n(Trooper exits.)\\n(Aside.) Our plans go well. Capell de-\\nserves much praise. He is my right hand\\nand (Laughs.) Cromwell is away.\\n(Knock at door L.)\\nEnter.\\n(Enter Rachel.)\\nAh, who is my visitor? My winsome vis-\\nitor!\\nRACHEL: I fear I do intrude, my Lord.\\nWILL: The presence of fair women,\\nma den, is never an intrusion. Wouldst\\nthou see me, eh? What can I do for thee.?", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\n(Takes Rachel s hand and draws her to\\nhim. She steps back with a dignified ges-\\nture. He retreats a pace.)\\nRACHEL: I have come to ask you to do\\njustice, sir, unto one who hath been most\\ncruelly dealt with.\\nWILL: The unfortunate, whoe er he be,\\ncould not have had a fairer advocate, or\\none, methinks, more likely to succeed.\\nWhat\u00e2\u0080\u0094 blushing! Ah, he is not a brother,\\neh? A little dearer than a brother, eh?\\nRACHEL: He is my bethrothed, my Lord.\\n1 have ridden many miles upon this quest.\\nWILL: Fortunate, thrice fortunate be-\\ntrothed. His name?\\nRACHEL: Lieutenant Dangerfield.\\nWILL: (Pausing.) Oh\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ah\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he who is un-\\nder trial for mutiny.\\nRACHEL: Mutiny, my Lord?\\nWILL: Rank mutiny! He defied and then\\ndisarmed his superior officer to save the\\nlives of a malignant garrison.\\nRACHEL: Were they in arms?\\nWILL: They had surrendered, but the\\nCaptain commanded that they should be\\nshot.\\nRACHEL: Then Captain Capell would\\nhave murdered unarmed men. It is he, not\\nthe Lieutenant, who should be condemned.\\nWILL: Dear maid, mutiny in action ad-\\nmits of no excuse.\\nRACHEL: But. my Lord, the Lieutenant\\ndid the right.\\nWILL: Nay, these men were Papists, and\\nthe terms the Captain offered them before\\nthe assault was made had been scornfully\\nrefused.\\nRACHEL: I bow to your authority, my\\nLord. But from what you tell me I would\\nhave you know that dearly as I love Lieu-\\ntenant Dangerfield\u00e2\u0080\u0094 had he done less than\\nstrike the Captain down\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I would break my\\nvow and never touch his hand again. And\\nbecause of his humanity to helpless pris-\\noners your officers are trying him for his", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nlife. Save him, my Lord. (Clasping her\\nhands.) As you are a nobleman and the\\nCommander of this great army, stretch\\nforth your hand and save this man. (Bursts\\ninto tears.)\\nWILL: Alas, dearest maiden, I have not\\nthe power you think. Yet, I will see what\\nmay be done. Be comforted and rely upon\\nme\u00e2\u0080\u0094 there\u00e2\u0080\u0094 there. (Lays his hand paternally\\nupon her head.)\\n(Enter Capell and Hepworth L.)\\nHere comes the Captain, Dangerfield s ac-\\ncuser. Address him in my presence on thy\\nfriend s behalf. He is a Christian and a\\ngodly soldier. Capell, this lady craves a\\nboon. The pardon of thy Lieutenant. How\\ngoes the trial?\\nCAPELL: The Court considereth Its ver-\\ndict now, my Lord.\\nWILL: He is a gallant youth, I under-\\nstand.\\nCAPELL: I say not a word against him.\\nWILL: He is her betrothed.\\nCAPELL: Betrothed! (Aside.) I crushed\\nhim not a day too soon.\\nHEP: My Lord, you have been cozened\\nby some lie.\\nWILL: Nay, reverend sir. She herself\\nsaid it, and on these points ladies seldom\\nmake mistakes.\\nHEP: I am her guardian. I would kill\\nher rather than such a union should be.\\nRachel!\\nWILL: A very naughty maiden, on my\\noath.\\n(Laughs.)\\nRACHEL: It is quite true.\\nHEP: Thou shalt never marry him.\\nRACHEL: That is as I choose.\\nHEP: I hold authoritv over thee by law.\\nRACHEL: You hold it not by love.\\nHEP: And I will maintain it.\\nRACHEL: You may do your worst. I\\nshall wed no other man.\\nHEP: Lord Williughby. th s youth is of\\nloose religion and abandoned character.\\nC", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nRACHEL: He is a noble-hearted gentle-\\nman, my Lord. My uncle s mind is blinded\\nby a prejudice which an evil tongue hath\\nwrought. Believe him not.\\nHEP: (Raising hand menacingly.) Be\\nsilent, wench, or I shall strike thee.\\nWILL: Soft, Master Presbyter, that is\\ngoing too far.\\nRa.CH.EL: My Lord, I leave the issue in\\nyour hands. You hold within them a man s\\nlife, a woman s heart. You will be gener-\\nous. Uncle, as you hope for mercy, have\\nmercy now.\\n(Exit L.)\\nWILL: My faith, sire, she is a queenly\\ndamosel\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yet a very woman. I am truly\\njealous of that youth\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but most inclined to\\ntreat him leniently. See to this, Capell.\\nCAPELL: Your Lordship is always so\\ncompassionate.\\nWILL: A Christian act. methinks.\\nHEP: A wrong unto the cause of true\\nreligion. Dost thou not know, my Lord,\\nthat this youth, a foul schismatic, is dear-\\nest friend to Charlton, the idolator.\\nCAPELL: There is one dearer to him\\neven than the Viscount. Oliver Cromwell.\\nWILL: What is this? Doth he love Crom-\\nwell?\\nCAPELL: As son loves father. His af-\\nfection is returned.\\nWILL: I knew not that.\\nCAPELL: Twice hath Dangerfield com-\\nmitted grave offences; twice hath Cromwell\\npardoned him. Wherefore, perchance, it\\nwould not be well to pause, my Lord un-\\nless you desire to take example by the Col-\\nonel Cromwell.\\nWILL: The Lord forbid. Justice cometh\\nbefore mercy. My heart may err, my judg-\\nment never.\\nCAPELL: The Colonel Cromwell is a sol-\\ndier of repute and skill; Dut ne hath a\\ncurious morality.\\nWILL: The man is coarse and blunt. He", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nhath no respect for rank and family. Alas,\\nwe have too many sucn these days. It be-\\ncomes a repioacn to be a gentleman.\\nc A-fi^Lti^ Jrteveiena Presoyter, perchance\\nit would be Wise to show unto his -L-orusmp\\ntne letter, writ by Cromwell, which teil\\ninto your bands by a Providential circum-\\nstance.\\nlltjf. I swore an oath it should not leave\\nmy hands.\\nUAi^-U-U: Let his Lordship see it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 in\\nyour banas.\\nWIL.L,: if the letter concerneth me I in-\\nsist on seeing it.\\nHEP: CiaKmg out letter.) I made a\\npromise, 1 would not break my word, but 1\\nmust ooey your Lordship. Kead, sir, out\\ntouch it not.\\nWILL: (Reads.) What is this? He calls\\nme coward\u00e2\u0080\u0094 rake\u00e2\u0080\u0094 traitor\u00e2\u0080\u0094 saith I should be\\nimpeached in Parliament. A monstrous\\nscandal. Where is he now?\\nCAPELL: In London, I have heard. Per-\\nchance in his place in Parliament.\\nWILL: He dare not raise his voice\\nagainst me there. (Laughs.) Yet this let-\\nter is to St. John\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a member of the Parlia-\\nment. Ah! (Bites his nails.) But no mat-\\nter. When he returneth here arrest\u00e2\u0080\u0094 court-\\nmartial death. I will crush him neath my\\nheel. He at least shall die.\\n(Enter Trooper L. Salutes.)\\nTROOP: Please you, my Lord, the court-\\nmartial craves your presence to hear the\\nsentence passed on Lieutenant Dangerfield.\\nWILL: They must wait. Tell them to\\nexpect me in a short space.\\nTROOP: Aye, my Lord.\\n(Exit L.)\\nWILL: Gentlemen, I have your support?\\nHEP: God s blessing rest on you.\\nCAPELL: You are protected on all sides,\\nmy Lord.\\nWILL: How, sir? Protection! I com-\\nmand the army.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCAPELL: I crave your Lordship s par-\\ndon. 1 merely meant to say that I have\\nsounded the officers of your Council with\\ndue care, and if they do sit as a court-mar-\\ntial upon Cromwell, methinks they would\\ncarry out the wishes of your Lordship.\\nWILL: You have lett no stone unturned\\nto bring- about the Colonel s ruin, eh!\\nCAPELL: Alas! it is most painful to me\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094but my duty.\\nWILL: Thou art a faithful servant to\\nthe cause, and shall be rewarded if it lies\\nwithin my power.\\n(Moves L.)\\n(Enter Trooper L.)\\nTROOP: General, my Lord Charlton doth\\ncrave an interview.\\nWILL: (Aside.) Rupert s friend. Friends,\\ngo ye to the Court and bring me word. I\\nmust see this prisoner.\\nCAPELL: Assuredly, my Lord. (Aside to\\nHep.) We must not leave him with that\\nman too long.\\n(Exit with Hep. L.)\\nWILL: Cromwell my enemy! Aye, he\\nhath the antipathy that low-bred natures\\nfeel towards gentlemen. I have scorned his\\nmalice hitherto. There I was wrong. He is\\nmuch too strong for scorning. Providence\\nhath been merciful to send me this warning\\nof his enmity.\\nTROOP: My Lord, the Viscount Charlton.\\n(Enter Charlton, followed by Pikemen.)\\nWILL: Welcome, my Lord, welcome.\\nYou desire to speak to me?\\nCHARL: I desire a Drivate interview.\\nWILL: Guards, without there for a\\nspace.\\n(Exit Guards.)\\nCHARL: We are alone?\\nWILL: Quite alone.\\n(Sanctify peeps through door R, nods his\\nhead and withdraws it. leaving door slightly\\nopen.)\\nCHARL: I speak, then, without reserve.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nI am your prisoner. You love me not, and\\nwould rejoice to see me dead and yet will\\nset me free to-day. In truth\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Gad, Wil-\\nloughby, I never mince my words\u00e2\u0080\u0094 though\\nI am in your hands now, to-morrow, if all s\\nwell, you ll be in mine.\\nWILL: Your Lordship is pleased to jest.\\nBut let it pass.\\nCHARL: Aye, let it pass for thy sake,\\nnot for mine. I crave a boon .from you,\\nwhich I will give value for to-morrow. 1\\ndesire the pardon of Lieutenant Danger-\\nfield.\\nWILL: (Aside.) Another champion! This\\nyouth hath as many friends as I have ene-\\nmies. My Lord, you ask more than I dare\\ngrant.\\nCHARL: Gad, speak truth for once, man,\\nand say you will not.\\nWILL: I declare I would if it were possi-\\nble. Indeed, if you are very urgent, I might\\nso somewhat even yet.\\nCHARL: Do it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 do it. Sdeath! if any\\nharm comes to him I am thine enemy for\\nlife. I will stick at naught, and thou know-\\nest me.\\nWILL: It is a marvel, Viscount Charlton,\\nthat you, a nobleman, can stoop to such\\nvital interest in a commoner.\\nCHARL: Pish, my Lord, sneak not in\\nsuch a tone to me. Stoop, sayest thou? Let\\nme tell thee something. This man and I\\nwere college friends. We were ever to-\\ngether, sharing our work and play. Yet\\nthere was a difference. While I fell head-\\nlong in debauchery, he held himself up-\\nright. When I was in debt to every trades-\\nman round, he oft went short of food to pay\\na few score pounds he d lost at dice. When\\nthere was not a pretty face in Cambridge\\nthat I did not bid for\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he lived as pure as\\nany child. Thou callest him commoner! Let\\nme tell ye this, if such as you or I had\\nlived as Dangerfield and Cromwell live, we\\n10", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nshould not be where we are to-day, fighting\\nas rats fight for our lives.\\nWILL: (Aside.) Cromwell again. Enough,\\nsir I stir not a finger to save a friend of\\nCromwell s.\\nCHARL: (Aside.) Phew! Lieth the wind\\nin that quarter. My Lord, I ask your mercy\\nfor this man as my lriend, not Cromwell s.\\nI love him very, very dear. He is the damn-\\nedest rebel\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but the best man in all Eng-\\nland.\\n(Enter Capell.)\\nWILL: Stay. Captain. The verdict of the\\nCourt?\\nCAPELL: Lieutenant Dangerfield. my\\nLord, is condemned to death. He is to die\\nat the hands of his own men within an\\nhour.\\nWILL: A most just and proper verdict.\\nCHARL: It is worthy of Beelzebub him-\\nself, whose servants ye all are; and this\\nCaptain his familiar. Lord Willoughby, you\\nhave still an opportunity. Show now a\\nspirit worthy of your rank. This sentence\\nstill requireth your confirmation as Com-\\nmander-in-Chief. Grant my prayer.\\nCAPELL: (In Will s ear.) Cromwell s\\nfriend, my Lord.\\nWILL: Aye, aye. Charlton, this man dies.\\nI will countersign the warrant now.\\n(Goes to table, takes pen, handed to him\\nby Capell. Signs.)\\nCHARL: (Moving L.) Then tis over. But\\nmark well. By this vile sentence on an hon-\\nest man you do not only take a life unjust-\\nly, but strike a death-blow at the cause you\\nswore to save. Your ministers know less of\\ntoleration than the worst of ours. Jealousy\\nfills the hearts of your Commanders. All\\nthis spells ruin. If greater men and better\\ncounsels prevail not in your midst, your\\nParliament will miserably die. And as for\\nve\u00e2\u0080\u0094 wait until I meet ye in the battle-field.\\n(Exit L.)\\nWILL: A most truculent young gentle-\\n11", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nman. Tush, let him go. (Aside.) Yet I\\ncould wish he were not so much a favourite\\nwith Rupert.\\nCAPELL: He speaks too soon, my Lord.\\nWILL: Nay, he must be released at the\\nhour stated. I dare not breaK my word.\\nCAPELL: He shall be, but he hath some\\nlonely country to traverse ere he reaches\\nfriends, and sometimes travellers are killed,\\nand sometimes tis as well.\\nWILL: You would be a murderer.\\nCAPELL: I would serve your Lordship!\\n(Bows.)\\nWILL: I will be no party to such atroc-\\nity. Charlton must go safely. Yet, ah! if\\nit could be that he reached not Rupert, it\\nwould be a providential circumstance.\\n(Exit.)\\n(Enter Sanctify R.)\\nCAPELL: (Moving L. Aside.) The con-\\nscience of this man is a most precious thing.\\nHe would do no wrong; but if that wrong\\nwere done he would give thanks unto the\\nLord.\\n(Exit L.)\\nSANC: When thieves grow kind, then\\nhonest men must mind. The truest word I\\nover snake, and I speak naught but truth.\\nPoor Lieutenant Dangerfield. His proud\\nspirit and his love of Papists hath been his\\nruin. He was in the right; the Captain\\nwrong, but though he hath justice on his\\nside the Captain hath the law. The Mis-\\ntress Rachel s heart will break at this. Wo-\\nmen never understand the law. And after\\nall is over Cromwell will come and break\\nthe Captain s back. Thank the Lord for\\nthat. But, alas! this will not bring the\\nLieutenant back to life.\\n(Enter messenger spent with riding,\\nsplashed with blood; arm hanging useless;\\ncut across his face.)\\nMESS: Mv Lord Willougby! I want my\\nLo-d\\n(Groans and falls into chair.)", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nSANC: Friend, tis the privilege of com-\\nmon men to want, and of Lords to make\\nthem wait. Lord Williughby is busy; but\\nthou art in a sorry plight.\\nMESS: I am fainting\u00e2\u0080\u0094 bring me water.\\n(Sane fills cup of wine from table. Mess\\ndrinks it at a gulp.)\\nMESS: Ha! I feel a man again.\\nSANC: Now, what news?\\nMESS. My news is for his Lordship s\\near alone.\\nSANC: Thou canst not see him. Tell me\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00941 am his most trusted servant.\\nMESS: I know thee not. Nay, I will go\\nmyself.\\nSANC: Man, it is impossible. There is a\\ncourt-martial sitting. Give me thy confi-\\ndence; 1 am of Colonel Cromwell s private\\nhousehold. Dost not trust him?\\nMESS: Aye, we all trust Cromwell.\\nHearken, then. (Whispers.) But five miles\\naway, creeping softly as a tiger on its prey,\\nwith the great Marquis and Rupert in com-\\nmand, is the army of the King, five thou-\\nsand strong.\\nSANC: The Almighty! We re lost.\\nMESS: You would have been if I had\\nnot escaped. But I rode for it through a\\nfire as hot as hell. There is still time. They\\ngo not quickly, believing us to be quite un-\\nprepared. My Lord hath victory within his\\npower.\\nSANC: Then go thou to him. Take more\\nwine.\\n(Gives it to him. Mess drinks.)\\nNow go with all thy speed.\\n(Exit Messenger L.)\\nSANC: (Comes down.) Lord Willoughby\\nhath victory within his power. But he hath\\nneither power nor will. What said Crom-\\nwell in that letter? Coward\u00e2\u0080\u0094 traitor. Crom-\\nwell knew. Cromwell! With Cromwell ab-\\nsent, ruin! With Cromwell here\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and Crom-\\nwell s regiment\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I have it. I will away to\\n13", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nfind him\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and my Lord Willoughby s best\\nhorse shall carry me.\\n(Exit R.)\\n(Enter Ralf, guarded by Musketeers.)\\nRALF: Halt, good fellows. Let me await\\nhis Lordship s answer here.\\n(Sergeant of guards salutes.)\\nSERG: Aye, Lieutenant.\\nRALF: Sergeant, I wish to thank you\\nand your men for kindest courtesy. God\\npreserve you all.\\nSERG: We would offer our lives, sir\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nevery one of us\u00e2\u0080\u0094 if the Court would take\\nthem stead of yours.\\nMEN-: Aye. aye.\\nRALF: I deserve not such loyalty. Yet\\nye know I would do the same for you.\\nMEN: We know\u00e2\u0080\u0094 we know,\\nRALF: Thy hands, lads.\\n(Shakes hands all round.)\\nNow, am I ready for my fate. When you\\nget the word to fire let there be no faltering\\nfrom your love for me. Remember ye are\\nsoldiers. Remember I die because I did\\nforget, for a brief space, that I was a sol-\\ndier. Do not ye forget.\\n(Enter Rachel L.)\\nAh, she comes. My Lord hath granted my\\nlast wish. Rachel, Rachel. (Comes down.)\\n(Men retire up stage. Serg wiping his\\neyes.)\\nRACHEL: (Breathless, taking Ralfs\\nhands.) It is not true. Tell me it is not\\ntrue.\\nRALF: It is true, my darling.\\nRACHEL: Then I die, too. They shall\\nshoot us both.\\nRALF: Nay, speak not so. Be calm, be\\nbrave be yourself. Perchance I should not\\nhave asked to see you. But I could not die\\nwithout one more glimpse of her who\\ntaught me how to live.\\nRACHEL: They are murderers.\\nRALF: Hush. They have done their duty\\nand condemned me justly.\\n14", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nRACHEL: You did right.\\nRALF: I did commit me crime which can-\\nnot be forgiven to a soldier. Mutiny.\\nRACHEL: It was in a most righteous\\ncause.\\nRALF: Aye!\\nRACHEL: Then are you unjustly pun-\\nished.\\nRALF: Nay. In an army there are laws\\nthat no man may break and live. I set\\nthem all at naught.\\nRACHEL: Ah, but why\u00e2\u0080\u0094 why? It was\\nto save helpless women and unarmed men\\nfrom slaughter, and to keep the honour of\\nour army stainless in the sight of men. All\\nthis you have done, and the very men who\\nshould thank you for it order your execu-\\ntion. I say it is not just.\\nRALF: It was their duty. I did right in\\nthe sight of God, and will account unto Him\\nfor all. But even as I did it, darling, I\\nknew that it meant death. Will you forgive\\nme, sweet? It means much suffering for\\nyou\u00e2\u0080\u0094 for you do need me, the only person\\nin the world who needs me. Yet you would\\nnot. I know you would not, wish me to do\\naught but that which I felt was right.\\nRACHEL: (Resting her hands upon his\\nshoulder.) I forgive you? I\u00e2\u0080\u0094 forgive\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yOu.\\nOh. Ralf, this moment, with all its agony,\\nis one that lifteth me above all other women\\nin the world. You love me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 you who have\\ndone your duty in the face of death and\\nworse. You deign to love me. I am so hon-\\noured, dearest, that through all the years\\nto come I shall not mourn my loss so much\\nas I shall endeavour to live worthily for\\nyour sake. I see all now. You are more than\\nlover unto me: a hero martyr who to do\\nthe light brousrht on himself the worst dis-\\ngrace and obliquy a soldier knows. Fear\\nnot. I will be brave. I should not be worthy\\nto look into your face if I did flinch. Good-\\nbye, beloved.\\n(Laying her hands on his shoulders and\\nkiss ng him on the forehead.)\\n15", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nMay our dear Lard, Who died for all men,\\nas you die for these, accept ye as his own,\\nand let me follow you in His own good time\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094good-bye.\\nRALF: My darling\u00e2\u0080\u0094 oh, my darling! But\\nI must go. Men, your duty.\\n(Tears himself away, signs to men, who\\nfall in about him.\\n(Exit, waving his hand at door R. Rachel\\nstands watching him as if turned to stone.\\nWhen the door closes behind him she\\nstarts forward as if to follow, with a cry-\\nStops at the sound of Capell s voice off L.)\\nCAPELL: By this man s death, my Lord,\\nwe lose a dangerous enemy.\\n(Enter Willoughby and Capell. Rachel\\nturns and draws herself up, and as they\\ncome down moves slowly to meet them.)\\nWILL: The fair Rachel. We shall have\\na scene.\\nRACHEL: Your Lordship knoweth not\\na woman. My heart is cold and pulseless.\\nWhen those guns do their work it will be\\ndead.\\nWILL: Comfort thee, sweet maid. Thou\\nwilt have many lovers. Thou hast one here.\\n(Layine hand on heart.)\\nRACHEL: Dare not to utter such a word\\nto me. Thou lettest tlr s man die because\\nthou art a coward. The time will come\\nwhpn all men will curse thee for thy cow-\\nardice. For you (Turning- to Capell.) I have\\nanother word. The punishment that is dealt\\nunto the wicked hangs above your head.\\nYou have succeeded so far; but the end is\\nnear. You smile. You think you have me\\nin vour power. Then may God help you. sir.\\n(Moves L.)\\n(Outside is heard Serg s voice. Rachel\\nslowly falls on her knees and prays. Sound\\nof galloping hoofs, growing gradually\\nlouder.\\nSERG: Prisoner, art thou ready?\\nPALE: Quite ready.\\nSERG: Men. make ready to fire.\\n16", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\n(Click of musKets.)\\nRALF: Keep cool, my lads.\\nSERG: Present.\\n(Rachel gives another cry. Will and Ca-\\npell look at one another.)\\nCROM: (Heard off.) Halt! Down mus-\\nkets on your lives.\\n(A cheer from Troopers and cries of God\\nbless the Colonel.\\nTake your prisoner to the guard room.\\nRACHEL: God hath heard my prayer.\\nWILL: Our plans are all undone.\\nCAPELL: Hisht! my Lord, or she will\\nhear you. Courage. If by some chance\\nCromwell should know of the advance of\\nthe King s army, order not his arrest until\\nyou know that it is safe. Courage. The offi-\\ncers will be upon your side.\\n(Enter Cromwell.)\\nWILL: Greeting, worthy Colonel.\\nCROM: I trust I am in time.\\nWILL: All hath gone well.\\nCROM: Your Lordship s pardon. I have\\nthis moment stayed a murder. That was\\nnot well.\\nWILL: Your Lieutenant was condemned\\nby a court-martial for a mutiny which he\\nconfessed.\\nCROM: I am his Colonel, yet only heard\\nof this by chance. It was foul play, my\\nLord.\\nWILL: Such words to me!\\nCROM: This is no time to measure words.\\nBut a truce. I have heard grave tidings.\\nWILL: (As de.) Lord! how hath he heard?\\nCROM: Doubtless your Lordship knoweth\\nof them, and art suitably prepared.\\nWILL: Alas! the Marquis is upon us in\\noverwhelming strength.\\nCROM: He hath halted on the way. We\\nhave ample time to spring upon him.\\nWILL: Impossible, good Colonel.\\nCROM: It is of necessity, my Lord, and\\ntherefore to be done.\\n17", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nWILL: Do you or I command this army,\\nColonel Cromwell.\\nCROM: The chief responsibility is yours,\\nmy Lord, no more!\\nWILL: I have ordered a retreat.\\n(Enter officers.)\\nHere comes my officer.\\nOFFICER: My Lord, the Colonel Crom-\\nwell s troop have heard the news, and say\\nthey ll mutiny before they do retreat.\\nCROM: Hearken, my Lord, hearken.\\nThere is a deep significance in that.\\nWILL: There is insubordination treason!\\nCROM: The treason rests not with the\\nrank and file.\\nCAPELL: My Lord, would it please you\\nto call a council of the officers? They might\\nsatisfy the Colonel.\\nWILL: A most wise and proper course.\\nThey will be in the chamber where they\\ntried Lieutenant Dangerfield. Bring them\\nunto us.\\nCAPELL: With all speed, my Lord.\\nExit L.)\\nRACHEL: (Moving ..own R. to Crom.)\\nThank the Lord for your presence, sir.\\nCROM: My child, you here? What does\\nthis mean?\\nRACHEL: I came hither with my uncle.\\nYou will not let him die?\\nCROM: Who\u00e2\u0080\u0094 thine uncle?\\nRACHEL: I mean Ralf\u00e2\u0080\u0094 my Ralf,\\nCROM: Your Ralf\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ha! Well, rest satis-\\nfied there shall be full trial.\\nWILL: That hath been given.\\nCROM: My Lord, the Court hath been\\nmisled. Methinks they should have tried an-\\nother man.\\n(Enter Capell and officers.)\\nDepart now, Rachel. Justice shall be done.\\nRACHEL: I have full faith in God s\\nmercv and vour strength.\\n(Exit.)\\n(Cromwell and officers salute one another\\nin silence. Officers take seats at table. Will\\nIS", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE TRONSIDES.\\nat the head, Crom at the foot, Capell at\\nWill s right.)\\nWILL: I have called this council on the\\ngravest issue. The enemy advanceth some\\nfive thousand strong. We must now decide\\nthe course we shall pursue. In my judg-\\nment a retreat is the inevitable. Colonel\\nCromwell thinketh otherwise. Give us your\\nminds.\\nCOL. S: We shall be cut in pieces if we\\nattempt dispute.\\nCOL. P: Verily a battle would be a sinful\\nwaste of life.\\nCROM: There be at least one thousand\\nmen who would gladly give their lives.\\nWILL: We have not sunk so low that we\\nmust look for an example from our men.\\nCROM: Methinks there will be small op-\\nportunity for them to look for one from us.\\nBROCK: This Royal army will be all\\nveterans.\\nCROM: I know some poor men, sir, who\\ndared to beat those veterans once, and will\\nagain.\\nCAPELL: Few can attempt what the\\nColonel Cromwell saith his men have dared.\\nCROM: Thou. Capell, I mind me, wast\\nnot one who dared.\\nSTRICK: We should retreat to Cam-\\nbridge, and there fortify.\\nCROM: Tt would be madness, sir.\\nFAIR: Nay, the finger of the Lord doth\\npoint that way.\\nCROM: Our place is in the field, not shel-\\ntered behind walls. We must arrest the\\nmarch of this armv upon London.\\nSTRICK: An we be annihilated by the\\nMarquis, the last barrier tween London and\\nthe enemy were swept away. The madness\\nis vours. Cromwell.\\nFAIR: Hath the godly Colonel any coun-\\nter-nlan?\\nCROM: Nay, sirs; if you have no will to\\nfieht. what boots it I should tell you how\\nto n-ht?\\nSTRTCK: We lack not will, but means.\\nCROM: Ye have two thousand and five\\n19", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nhundred men, You know the country. New-\\ncastle doth not. A swift march before he\\nhath time to put his army in battalia; a\\nbrisk charge of cavalry; a flank attack\\nheartily delivered, and the day is yours.\\nFAIR: What saith my Lord to this?\\nWILL: The Colonel s words are brave\\nenough; but they are only words.\\nCROM: I will translate them into action\\nif you give command. Lead us, and we fol-\\nlow.\\nWILL: I do say they are too strong for\\nus. We must retreat.\\nCROM: Retreat whither? We have no\\nreserves to help us in the counties. They\\nwill but provide plunder for our enemies.\\nWere I in league, my Lord, with Charles\\nor with his Generals, I could not devise a\\nbetter scheme than this retreat\u00e2\u0080\u0094 for them.\\nPAIR: There be some sense in what the\\nColonel says.\\nSTRICK: I would rather fortify a town.\\nCROM: And see the country round you\\nall laid waste. Nay, such a coward s act\\nwould ill suit you, good Strickland.\\nWILL: We are not cowards, sir. Pray\\nmend your words.\\nCROM: The words that be on my tongue,\\nmy Lord, are of such heat I dare hardly\\nspeak at all. Yet will I speak. Comrades,\\nyour strength is leaving you; your hearts\\nhave turned to water, and your faith hath\\ngone. Your knees tremble before this army,\\nand your faces blanch because ye turn your\\nbacks upon the Lord. Arouse ye from this\\nstupor of despair. Our cause is the Al-\\nmighty s\u00e2\u0080\u0094cannot He protect His own? Ye\\nhave one thinsr to dread and only one\\n(Turning slowly upon Capell and Will.)\\nThe men whose tongues are cloven, and\\nwhose hearts are false. Be but true unto\\nyourselves, as once ye were, and all may\\nyet ero well.\\nSTRICK: DM we feel the cause demanded\\nit, we would fight and die. if need be, as\\nreadily as ye.\\n20", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCROM: Then prove it, sir.\\nWILL: Not for your taunts. You cast\\nfoul insult in our faces, and expect that we\\nshall do your will.\\nCROM: I have insulted none, my Lord,\\nbut traitors.\\nCAPELL: A word\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I crave a word.\\nWILL: Soeak freely, Captain.\\nCAPELL: The words of Colonel Cromwell\\ntouch us all.\\nALL: Aye.\\nCAPELL: And I for one should think\\nthat he were right if I could trust him.\\nOFFICERS: Not trust the Colonel Crom-\\nwell?\\nCAPELL: Nay, and you would not, gen-\\ntlemen, if you knew what hath lately come\\nunto my knowledge.\\nWILL: Eravely and most truly said.\\nCROM: Proof, Capell, and that instantly.\\nWhat dost thou know?\\nFAIR: Aye, and I should expect some\\nother witness to confirm this statement be-\\nfore I did lose my trust in the godly Col-\\nonel Cromwell.\\nCAPELL: There be a witness I could\\nprocure, sirs. A witness most favourably\\ndisposed unto the Colonel.\\nSTRICK: Name him. We will judge his\\nworth.\\nCAPELL: Mistress Rachel Fullerton,\\nniece to Presbyter Hepworth.\\nBROCK: A woman? We want no women\\nhere.\\nCAPELL: A lady of repute. The ColoneJ\\nwill not deny my words.\\nCROM: I have no objection to the maiden\\nas a witness.\\nWILL: I can swear she favours not the\\nCaptain. Call her in.\\nCROM: Without there!\\n(Enter Sanctify.)\\nAsk Mistress Rachel to attend the Coun-\\ncil.\\nSANC: Aye. Colonel. (Aside.) My Lord\\n21", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nand his faithful Captain would cover up\\ntheir evil deeds with rose leaves. They for-\\nget a rose hath thorns.\\n(Exit.)\\nCROM: Capell, thou play est with fire.\\nThink well before you strike\u00e2\u0080\u0094 think well!\\nCAPELL: I can but do my duty, sir.\\n(Enter Rachel R.)\\nWILL: (Rising-.) Madam, we crave your\\npresence. Words hath passed between two\\ngentlemen. You are to hold the scales like\\na fair justice. I beg you answer a few ques-\\ntions without fear or prejudice.\\nRACHEL: I will do my best, my Lord.\\nWILL: We thank you. Captain, proceed.\\nCAPELL: Remember you holding con-\\nverse with me once touching a letter written\\nby the Colonel Cromwell?\\nRACHEL: I remember.\\nCAPELL: Afterwards you read the letter.\\nRACHEL: It was shown to me.\\nCAPELL: What did it contain?\\nRACHEL: (Turning to Cromwell.) Must\\nI answer him?\\nCROM: Speak the truth, child, and fear\\nnot anything.\\nRACHEL: It accused my Lord Willough-\\nby of cowardice.\\nOFFICERS: He called the General a cow-\\nard?\\nCROM: It is true\u00e2\u0080\u0094 go on.\\nRACHEL: It saith he lived an evil life.\\nCROM: Quite true.\\nRACHEL: And concluded with the state-\\nment that My Lord was a traitor to the\\ncause.\\nOFFICERS: My Lord a traitor\u00e2\u0080\u0094 shame\\nCROM: True both in meaning and in fact.\\nWILL: You hear, gentlemen. He doth\\nadmit the writing of these lies-.\\nCROM: They are not lies.\\nWILL: Fairest maiden, thou hast done\\nme a service I will remember all my life.\\nYou may now withdraw.\\n22", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nRACHEL: Your pardon, my Lord, I have\\nsomething I would tell these gentlemen.\\nWILL: Nay, we have no time.\\nCROM: Speak, Rachel, to the point, and\\nleave us. And then, my Lord (Rising.) the\\nCouncil shall hear me.\\nRACHEL: I wish, sirs, to tell you of this\\nman. (Pointing to Capell.) He filched from\\nmy care, by meanest subterfuge, the letter\\nyou have heard. He drew me from the pro-\\ntection of Colonel Cromwell s roof by an-\\nother trick, and, to screen himself he calls\\nme as witness against the man I do most\\nhonour and revere. Sirs, he is a Judas in\\nyour ranks, and as he hath dealt with me,\\nso will he deal by you.\\n(Exit R.)\\nSANC: (Aside, opening door for her.)\\nThe rose was sweet, but the thorn pricked\\ndeep.\\nCAPELL: Gentlemen, grant me a word.\\nThis maiden beareth me a bitter grudge.\\nThe man you condemned\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and whom the\\nColonel hath reprieved without your knowl-\\nedge\u00e2\u0080\u0094is her betrothed.\\nOFFICERS: Reprieved! The prisoner re-\\nprieved!\\nWILL: Aye. and behind your backs. Now\\nreturn ye unto the problem of retreat or no\\nretreat. Cboose between my word and this\\nenemy of mine.\\nCROM: Aye, sirs. That is the strictness\\nof the question. My Lord, as ye have sown,\\nso shall ye reap. Ye place your word\\niie-airist mine own? So be it. Then, Lord\\nWilloughy of Parham. Sergeant Major Gen-\\neral of this army, I do accuse thee of deal-\\nings with Prince Rupert, the Marquis of\\nNewcastle and Charles Stuart himself. Thou\\nart a traitor and a renegade.\\n(Officers leap to their feet and support\\nWrlloughbv and exclaim: A lie proof-\\nshame!\\nWILL: (Laying his hand on his heart.)\\nGentlemen, upon my honour as a peer of\\n23", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nEngland; upon my faith as Christian, I\\nswear that is all a tissue of black and\\nshameless falsehood.\\nCROM: (Taking despatch from doublet.)\\nThe Almighty be thy judge and mine. Seest\\nthis letter, sirs? It was found upon the\\nRoyalist Viscount Charlton, and is a letter\\nof instruction irom the King to Rupert. I\\nwill read the words with which it doth con-\\nclude: Take no action until you hear from\\nWilloughby. You may trust mm now. He\\nhath learnt at last on whose side his inter-\\nest lies. Charles, Rex.\\n(All turn upon Willoughby, who grinds\\nhis teeth.)\\nWILL: A forgery\u00e2\u0080\u0094 conspiracy\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he writ it\\nall himself.\\nCROM: Whose seal is that, Lord Wil-\\nloughby?\\nA-L.L,: The King s\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the King s.\\nCROM: The Council will now say whos\\nword it doth believe.\\n(All turn from Willoughby and mutter:\\nDastard\u00e2\u0080\u0094 traitor. Willoughby tries to\\nspeak and to meet Cromwell s eye, but\\nshrinks before him.)\\nSTRICK: (Laying hand on sword.) Such\\na foul thing as thee be not fit to live.\\nCROM: (Stepping between them.) Hold,\\nsir. Judgment is for God. Punishment for\\nParliament. We have other work. Hark!\\nHark!\\n(Pamt tramp of feet and trumpet calls\\nheard in the distance.)\\nFAIR: Heaven be merciful to us. It is\\nthe enemy.\\nSTRICK: And now. thanks unto my Lord,\\nit be all too late to fight!\\nCROM: (Striking table with his fist.)\\nWho dares to say too late?\\nSTRICK: Our army is at Boston, five\\nmiles away.\\nCROM: Would you dispute Newcastle if\\nyou had the army here?\\nALL: Aye, aye.\\n24", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCROM: (Steps to window draws curtain.)\\nThen, behold it, sirs.\\n(Troops drawn up in rank off. When they\\nsee Cromwell they cheer.)\\nWILL: Aye, cheer him, like unto like!\\nHe suits such low-born churls as ye make\\nhim your General.\\nSTRICK: My Lord speaks well. Long\\nlive the man who hath saved the cause.\\nLong live General Cromwell.\\nALL: (Drawing- swords and raising them\\nabove their heads.) Our leader\u00e2\u0080\u0094 our leader.\\nLong live the General.\\n^Cheering of men off. Cromwell salutes in\\nsilence.)\\n[END OF ACT III.]\\n2a", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nACT IV.\\nSCENE\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Entrance Hall, Cromwell s House.\\nGroup of Parliamentary Officers Discovered.\\nThey have just ridden in. Servant\\nmoves about handing wine.\\nSTRICK: Hath the General Cromwell\\nbeen informed of our arrival.\\nSERV: A trooper hath rid to find him.\\nsir.\\nSTRICK: The General riseth early.\\nSERV: It is seldom that he sleepeth after\\nfour.\\nFAIR: A willing spirit and an iron frame.\\nHe is a leader beyond price.\\nSTRICK: Naught but the stiffness of his\\nregiment saved the day at Stainsby Moor.\\nBROCK: Well may Rupert call him Iron-\\nsides.\\nFAIR: Aye, and he upholdeth justice and\\nstrict discipline.\\nSTRICK: Hardly that, good Colonel, else\\nhad Dangerfield been executed.\\nFAIR: The youth will die to-day.\\nSTRICK: But Cromwell reprieved him.\\nFAIR: Cromwell knew that Dangerfield s\\naccuser was unfaithful to the cause.\\nBROCK: The godly Captain?\\nFAIR: Call him not godly. He was in\\nleague with Willoughby, and will be tried\\nbv Parliament for treason.\\nSTRICK: Cromwell loveth Dangerfield\\ntoo well to let him be condemned.\\nFAIR: You do him injustice. Besides,\\nfresh evidence hath come to light proving\\nbeyond doubt that the Lieutenant is a\\ntraitor.\\nSTRICK: The evidence. Let us hear the\\nevidence.\\nFAIR: Ye will hear all at the trial. The\\nyouth hath no chance of life. None may\\nmove Cromwell when he is resolved.\\n(Enter servant R.)\\nSERV: Gentlemen, breakfast is served.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\n(Officers move R. Rachel and Betty ap-\\npear on gallery).\\nSSTRlCiv: Vve are all agreed, sirs? Dan-\\ngerneld must die.\\nALL.: Aye, aye.\\n,ii.xit officers.)\\n(Rachel and Betiy come down.)\\nKACJrtJilL: Harken to tnat. These sol-\\ndiers are thirsting for Ralf s blood. This\\nwar doth turn men into brutes.\\nBETTY: Say birds, my dear. The godly\\nCoioneis are tor all the world like owls\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as\\nugly and as stupid.\\nKACHLL: So much the worse for Ralf.\\nBWi il: They have yet to reckon with\\nmy father.\\nKACHEL: I saw him yesternight, and be-\\nsought him on my knees for word of hope.\\nHe would give me none.\\nBETTY: Did he bid you despair.\\nRACHEL: He closed his lips and shook\\nhis head you know the gesture and said\\nthat justice must be done.\\nBETTY: Then, dearest, dearest, be of\\ngood cheer. He can compass anything he\\nwill.\\nRACHEL: You understand me not. I\\nknow that if he wills it all may yet be well.\\nBut what if he does not wish that Rait\\nshould live. You do not know, dear pray\\nyou never may\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what this word mutiny\\ndoth mean to soldiers. Ralf tells me there\\nis no hope no hope.\\nBETTY: Pooh! Throw not Ralf s words\\nat me. He knoweth naught.\\nRACHEL: I have lost all hope.\\n(Enter Hepworth C.)\\nBut see, my uncle cometh. Go, dear heart.\\nBETTY: If you had not lost your wits\\nfor love of Ralf you would see in your un-\\ncle s frown a forecast of good fortune. But\\nyou are blind blind. (Moves L. C. Aside.).\\n1 do my best to cheer her, but in truth I\\nhave lost heart myself. I have never seen\\nfather treat a man so sternly as he treats\\nRait Dangerrield.\\n2", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nHEP: Niece, I desire serious converse\\nwith you.\\nBETTY: She will now be told of all her\\nsins.\\nHEP: I came not to speak of sin.\\nBETTY: Then your face, sir, doth you\\ngrievous wrong.\\nHEP: You are grossly impertinent. Be\\ngone\\nBETTY: (With mock courtesy.) I hum-\\nbly crave your pardon; but I spoke the\\ntruth, and if I had a mirror for you to\\nlook upon I d prove it.\\n(Exit L. C.)\\nHEP: Niece, since we last met I have\\nbeen to London and consulted the greatest\\nof our lawyers. I find that thou canst not\\nmarry any man unless I give consent; and\\nthat it rests with me to decide where thou\\nshalt live. Furthermore, that if thou dost\\ndefy me I can have thee seized on a war-\\nrant and thrown into a prison.\\nRACHEL: Before my father died you told\\nhim you would be a father unto me. Had he\\nknown how you would keep your word he\\nwould not have given you this power.\\nHEP: Thine own conduct hath forced me\\nto the issue. Either thou leavest this house\\nand res de with me, or I have thee ar-\\nrested.\\nRACHEL: I shall not live with you.\\nHEP: Then take thy punishment. I\\nfeared thou wouldst be obstinate, where-\\nfore I came prepared. Here is the war-\\nrant. (Showing parchment.) But submit\\nand drive me not unto extremities.\\nRACHEL: T shall appeal unto General\\nCromwell, as T had to do before.\\nHEP: Tis useless, for I have the protec-\\ntion of the law. See here.\\n(Goes to door, throws it open and beckons.\\nEn.er two Sheriff s officers, C.)\\nHEP: Niece, once more I bid thee yield.\\nRACHEL: I will not.\\n(Enter Sanctify Jordan and two troopers\\nR.\\nHEP: Officers\u00e2\u0080\u0094 your duty.\\nOFFICER: Madam, I must arrest you in\\n3", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nthe name of King and Parliament.\\nRACHEL: If you touch me, sir, I shall\\ncall for aid.\\nSANC: And not in vain. Men, stand to\\nyour arms.\\nHEP: Soldiers, beware! Thou hast to do\\nwith men armed with powers of law.\\nSANC: Struth, we have faced worse on\\nthe battlefield. Be ready, men.\\nOFFICER: I am acting on a warrant.\\nSANC: (Taking warrant and running his\\nsword through it.) So much for thy war-\\nrant. Pigskin is no protection against steel,\\ngood sir! (Hands it back with mock bow.^i\\nHEP: Officers, convey this lady to the\\ncoach.\\n(Officers advance on Rachel.\\nSANC: Men, convey these gentlemen\\nwithout the door.\\n(Troopers seize officers and run them out-\\nside.)\\nHEP: Thou hast committed a serious of-\\nfence, Corporal.\\nSANC: Touch her, and you will follow,\\nsir.\\nHEP: I will report thee to the General.\\n(Enter Cromwell C.)\\nSANC: Methinks the reporting shall be\\ndone by me.\\nCROM: There hath been unseemly con-\\nduct here, Sanctify.\\nSANC: There hath indeed, General. But\\nfor my presence an assault would have been\\nmade by those men upon the Mistress\\nRachel.\\nHEP: They are Sheriff s officers, acting\\nby mv instructions.\\nCROM: Thou hast taken most unneces-\\nsary trouble, sir. Corporal, dismiss your\\nmen and close the door. Remain yourself\\nw th n. Rachel, what is the dispute?\\nRACHEL: My uncle desires me to reside\\nwith him in London. I will go to prison be-\\nfore I clo consent.\\nCPOM: Thv reason.\\nRACHEL: It concerneth Captain Capell.\\nCPOM: Capell!\\nHEP: I have naught to do with him:\\n4", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nmention not his name.\\nRACHEL: You commanded me to wed\\nthe Captain.\\nCROM: Presbyter, didst contemplate that\\noutrage? Explain thyself!\\nHEP: I have naught to explain. All that\\nis past. Niece, our controversy shall end.\\nLive where and with whom you please.\\n(Moves toward door C.)\\nCROM: Corporal, guard the door.\\nHEP: I wish to pass out. Stand aside.\\nCROM: Return.\\nHEP: I desire to dismiss the officers.\\nCROM: Return or I arrest you on a seri-\\nous charge.\\nHEP: (Coming down.) I am a minister of\\nGospel.\\nCROM: Wherefore the crime thou hast\\ncommitted is without palliation or excuse.\\nHEP: You don t know of what you\\nspeak.\\nCROM: I know too well. Rachel, tell me\\nall.\\nRACHEL: After I had given your letter\\nto the Captain my uncle came with him\\nand commanded that I leave your house,\\nand saying that if I disobeyed your letter\\nshould be taken unto Lord Willoughby.\\nCROM: Reverent sir, methinks thou feel-\\nest faint. How pale thou art. Thy very lips\\nare white. Presbvter, the truth!\\nHEP: I have fallen. I can fall no further.\\nCromwell, thou shalt have the truth.\\nKnow, then, that I promised Rachel should\\nmarry Captam Capell if he brought about\\nyour ruin. God knows I was not willing.\\nBut I thought the cause of true religion\\nmade your downfall most imperative, and\\nhe would take no other price. Now thou\\nknowest all. Do what you will. I deserve\\nno mercy and I ask for none.\\nCROM: The bolt ye forged between you\\nwas heavy and well aimed. But God made\\nit harmless. Enough of this. Thou hast\\nconfessed. But thou must make a heavy\\nsa orifice.\\nHEP: T will make any sacrifice.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCROM: Then you will consent unto such\\nterms as I may lay upon you.\\nHEP: Name them.\\nCROM: At my own time.\\nHEP: I desire to go aWay.\\nCROM: We need you here. Retire into\\nmy library with your niece. I have busi-\\nness with my officers. Then I shall need\\nyou.\\nHEP: I must do your bidding. Come,\\nRachel, if you will consent to be alone with\\nme.\\nRACHEL: Uncle, I will gladly go with\\nyou.\\n(Exit with Hepworth L. C.)\\nCROM: Sanctify, inform the officers that\\nI await them.\\nSANC: (Salutes.) Aye, General. (Moves\\ndown R.) Would I might read the fate of\\nour Lieutenant from his face, but it is a\\nmask of iron.\\n(Exit R.)\\nCROM: (Walking up and down.) The\\nplot s at end. The men who planned it be\\nhelpless in my hands and the enemy hath\\nbeen defeated in the field. By the end of\\nthis campaign we shall command the North\\nfrom Humber to Tyne. This should awake\\nthe South and Charles be forced to sue for\\nterms. Yet this will not come at once. The\\nKing is stubborn and intrigues with foreign\\nCourts. The Scots care too much for creed\\nand covenant; while of our own people how\\nfew fight for the Lord, how many for them-\\nselves. But if we pass onward steadfastly\\nwe cannot fail. We have drawn the sword\\nfor liberty. We must not sheathe it until\\nliberty be won. Peace. Peace! Nay, there\\nshall be no peace. I will never rest, nor let\\nothers rest until freedom smiles upon our\\nland; until just laws govern us; until every\\nman, however lowly in estate, hath power\\nand opportunity to worship God as his con-\\nscience doth dictate, and live as becomes an\\nEnglishman.\\n(Enter Madam Cromwell on gallery C.)\\n(Aside.) Mv mother comes. I know her", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE IllUX SIDES.\\nerrand. The fate of our poor lad troubleth\\nher sore. (Goes upstirs.) Mother, you must\\nnot descend alone; these stairs are steep.\\n(Takes her arm within his own.)\\nMADAM C: Tut! My infirmity is not so\\ngreat as that. If I lean upon thee it is\\nmore from pleasure than from need. I like\\nto lean on thee, dear son.\\nCROM: Yet you have come to chide me.\\nMADAM C: I have not spake a word.\\nCROM: I read it in your face.\\nMADAM C: There are few faces that\\nthou dost not read. But tell me, Oliver\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I\\nknow those officers of thine will be here in\\nbriefest space\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what will become of Ralf\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nRalf. whom I love better\u00e2\u0080\u0094 may the Lord for-\\ngive me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 than I love my grandsons.\\nCROM: The issue resteth with the court-\\nmartial.\\nMADAM C: They will condemn him unto\\ndeath?\\nCROM: I fear they will.\\nMADAM C: And then\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what will thou\\nsay to it?\\nCROM: I must confirm the sentence.\\nMADAM C: Thou wilt do\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what?\\nCROM: Confirm the sentence.\\nMADAM C: Then I will never call thee\\nson again.\\nROM: Mother!\\nMADAM C: Silence! Think not to deal\\nwith me as thou doest deal with men. I am\\nthy mother, and, old and broken as I am.\\nmy strength all gone, my limbs palsied and\\nmv eyes grown dim, yet, Oliver, I am thy\\nmother still.\\nCROM: Be calm.\\nMADAM C: Silence! It is thou, not th s\\npetty ring of soldiers, who holdeth th s\\nman s life. He hath mutinied, ye say, and\\nthat s a hangine; matter. Oh ye men ye\\npurblind men! that would destroy the best\\namoner ye for a f ew written words ye call a\\nmflitarv code. He mutinied, thank God for\\nthat! The srrandson of my Ralf could do no\\nless. So doth the eaglet treat a carrion\\ncrow\u00e2\u0080\u0094 thy precious Captain whom at last", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nye have found out. Had Ralf not mutinied,\\nwould he have been fit to lead thy troop?\\nWould he have crushed those cavaliers?\\nWould Stanisby fight be thine? Answer.\\nCROM: Mother, you know not what you\\nsay. I, too, love Ralf. He hath many faults,\\nbut yet such rare qualities that he standeth\\nupright before his God\u00e2\u0080\u0094 a man. But\\nthough I love him; nay, because I love h*m,\\nI must look neither to the right nor to the\\nleft, but keep only one thought in my mind\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094justice. He hath broke a law. If others\\nbroke it our army would crumble into bits,\\nand our cause be lost forever. Why should\\nhe not suffer? There may be a reason. But\\nit shall not be because I love him. We\\nmust do the right, dear mother, and leave\\nthe issue unto God.\\nMADAM C: Oliver, I knew not to whom\\nI spoke. I thought of thee only as the son\\nI bore five and forty years ago. Now I see\\nthee as thou art. Thy soul soareth far\\nabove mine own. Indeed, my son, thou\\nknowest best. I leave it in your hands.\\nCROM: So that I have your blessing,\\nmother, I am well content.\\nMADAM C: Thou hast it, dearest son.\\n(Madam C. moves up stairs onto gallery.\\nEnter officersR.)\\nCROM: A welcome, gentlemen.\\nPAIR: We thank you, General for your\\nhosnitalitv.\\nCROM: Then let us speedily unto the\\nbusiness of the day. Corporal, inform Lieu-\\ntenant Dangerfield that we require his pres-\\nence.\\n(They take their seats at table L, Crom-\\nwell at the head.)\\n(Enter Ralf, guarded by Pikemen.)\\nCROM: Lieutenant Dangerfield, by order\\nof the convener of tlr s court-martial, I call\\nupon you to show cause, if thou canst, why\\nthe sentence passed upon you at Stainsby\\nHouse should not be executed.\\nRALF: I can show no cause but one. I\\ndo admit the mutiny, but plead that as the\\nalternative was a massacre of unarmed\\nmen, T had no choice.\\nS", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nSTRICK: Your duty was obedience.\\nRALF: My conscience forbade me to\\nstand by and see a murder done.\\nFAIR: If your. argument were allowed to\\nstand no commander would maintain his\\nauthority a day. He would ever have to\\nsubmit his actions to the approval of his\\nmen. It is no argument.\\nCROM: Doth the Court reject the plea?\\nALL: Aye, aye.\\nRALF: I have no other.\\nCROM: Then the former ruling holdeth\\ngood\u00e2\u0080\u0094 unless the prisoner can show proof\\nof valiant service to the cause, when the\\nCourt might modify his sentence.\\n(Deep hum of approval from troopers.)\\nRALF: I crave the pardon of the Court,\\nbut I shall not so waste its time. I ask for\\njustice, not for mercy. If you deem that\\njustice doth demand my death, I place my\\nlife at your disposal as freely as when I\\nventured it upon the field and met the\\nKing s troopers in the charge.\\n(Loud murmur of approval from soldiers.)\\nCROM: Silence!\\nFAIR: The prisoner s words are grateful\\nto the ear, but we be not free agents in this\\nmatter. We are here to carry out the code\\nof military law. There is but one punish-\\nment for mutiny and treason, and that\\npunishment is death.\\n(Officers murmur assent.)\\nCROM: I may not gainsay the sentence.\\n(Sob from Betty on gallery.) But before I\\ndo confirm it I desire the Court to hear a\\nwitness who hath ridden many miles to give\\nhis evidence. The Viscount Charlton is here\\nunder a safe conduct from the Commander-\\nin-Chief. Will the Court hear him?\\nFAIR: How can we take the word of one\\nnotoriously in favor of the prisoner.\\nCROM: Ye may trust his word. But that\\nno doubts shall find a place in any mind I\\nwill confront him with Dangerfield s ac-\\ncuser. Corporal, request the Viscount to\\nattend the Court, and then bring in thy\\nprisoner.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\n(Sanctify salutes and exits C. Doors then\\nopen. Enter Lord Charlton and two cava-\\nliers.\\nTROOPER: My Lord the Viscount Charl-\\nton.\\n(E uter Capell, bound, guarded by troopers\\nwith swords drawn.)\\nCHARL: Your servant, General Crom-\\nwell.\\nCROM: We thank you, my Lord, for\\nyour presence here. I should inform you\\nthat Lieutenant Dangerfteld is condemned,\\nbut execution of his sentence waits until\\nthe Court have heard what your Lordship\\nhath to say.\\nCHARL: Thank God, then, I m in time.\\nSirs, you have condemned an honest man.\\nI come not as an enemy to-day. but appeal\\nunto ye as to Englishmen who love justice\\nand fear God. This man is innocent. In-\\ndeed, ye owe him thanks for what he did.\\nI had a riffht to quarter.\\nFAIR: That we do deny.\\nCHARL: I will prove it from the written\\nwords of yonder Captain. Here, General,\\nare the terms he offered me before the as-\\nsault began.\\nCROM: (Reading.) Captain Capell de-\\nmandeth the surrender of Stainsby House\\nwithin two hours.\\nCHARL: Lieutenant Dangerfield\u00e2\u0080\u0094 alack\\nthat I must own it reduced it within one.\\nCROM: In that event, if no blood were\\nshed, quarter was to be given unto all.\\nFAIR: There was dispute and loss of\\ngodly lives?\\nCHARL: Alas! sirs, I am compelled to\\ntell you we had no such fortune I mean\\nsuch a disaster was averted.\\nCROM: Captain Capell, dost thou deny\\nhis Lordship s words?\\nCAPELL: I have naught to say.\\nCHARL: That is well for you. A pity\\nyou ever spake at all.\\nSTRICK: H s Lordship puts a new com-\\nplexion on affairs.\\nFAIR: Stay. My Lord Charlton, thou\\n10", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nhast put thy head into the lion s mouth by\\ncoming here. General, I pray you call as\\nwitness before the Court Reuben Sweetlove,\\nQuartermaster in your first troop.\\nCROM: Sweetlove, stand forth\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and speak\\nthe truth.\\nSWEET: Please the honourable Court,\\nwhen T was in charge of the prisoners after\\nStainsby House was taken, I overheard the\\nViscount say unto Sir Richard Greville, who\\nstandeth now beside him, these words:\\nDangerfield hath done the King good ser-\\nvice. I will commend him unto Rupert. He\\nshould be loved by all true cavaliers and\\ntreated as a friend.\\nCROM: Wilt swear to this upon thine\\noath?\\nCHARL: No need for that. My faith, the\\nfellow hath a wondrous memory. I said all\\nthis and more.\\nFAIR: Then doth the prisoner stand con-\\ndemned as traitor by his own best friend.\\nCHARL: Soft, good sir, soft! I spake\\nthese words; but not with the meaning that\\nyou graft upon them. What I meant then\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nwhat I mean now\u00e2\u0080\u0094 is that by the act which\\nI have described to you, and which cannot\\nbe denied. Dangerfield deserved well of his\\nKing, of Rupert, my Commander, of all\\ntrue cavaliers and of all true Englishmen.\\nAlas! he is not a cavalier. He is the stern-\\nest rebel that I know. But he is a brave\\nand honest man and a worthy soldier in\\nyour cause. I now leave it, gentlemen, to\\nvou to say whether I have not spoke the\\ntruth.\\nCROM: The Court must now give judg-\\nment.\\nCHARL: One last word, gentlemen. I\\nbear a message from my royal master, His\\nMajesty King Charles.\\n(Cavaliers uncover. Some Parliament of-\\nficers also, until they see that Cromwell\\ndoes not move.)\\nHis Majesty, God bless Ir m, eommandeth\\nme to say that as ye were his subjects once,\\nand when this sad war doth end may be\\n11", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nagain, he would ask a favour at your hands\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094the pardon of your Lieutenant for his\\nbreach of discipline. If ye will do this act\\nye will lay His Majesty under an obligation\\nwhich at some fitting opportunity he will\\ngraciously discharge.\\nCAVALIERS: God save the King.\\nCROM: Touching the message that the\\nKing hath been pleased to send us, I do\\nthank Mis Majesty. (Raising his hat.) Sirs,\\nyour judgment.\\nSTRICK: I say let the sentence be re-\\nvoked.\\nCROM: I will take your votes. Those of\\na like opinion unto this say Aye.\\nOFFICERS: Aye.\\nCROM: Those of a contrary opinion,\\nNay.\\n(Silence.)\\nLieutenant Dangerfield, thou hast been\\npardoned by the Court and may go free.\\n(Cheers from soldiers. Charlton and Ralf\\nshake hands.)\\nCAPELL: General Cromwell, I crave a\\nword with you alone.\\nCROM: I hold no private converse with\\nyou, sir. If you have anything to say, speak\\nnow.\\nCAPELL: These bonds gall me. Give me\\na respite from them.\\nCROM: Guard, loose him.\\nCAPELL: (Stepping nearer to Crom.) I\\nwish to know why it is you treat me with\\nsuch severity.\\nCROM: Thou art a fellon and a traitor.\\nCAPELL: King Charles doth say the\\nsame of you. Tf I have offended you\u00e2\u0080\u0094 so\\nhath Lord Willoughby. Why Is he not here?\\nCROM: My Lord honourably delivered\\nh mself unto the officers of Parliament.\\nThou tried to run away.\\nCAPELL: Nay, that is not the reason,\\nsirs. It is because to those like unto me,\\nwho dares dispute his will, this Cromwell\\nis a bitter persecutor.\\nCROM: Have a care; I would be merciful,\\nbut try me not too far.\\n12", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE IRONSIDES.\\nCA.PELL: Do what you will. I shal but\\nlaugh. I staked all upon a throw and lost.\\nThe wheel of fortune fools call the will of\\nGod gave one sharp turn and I was crusn-\\ned, you saved. Yet even in this hour of\\ntriumph, Cromwell, fate hath you in her\\ngrasp.\\nSTRICK: A truce to thy prating or I will\\nstrike thee down.\\nCAPELL: Strike, coward; I have no\\narms.\\nCROM: Let him be, good Colonel. I\\nwould all men should see him as he really\\nis.\\nCAPELL: They shall see more than they\\nreckon for. You sway an army, Cromwell,\\nand some day would sway a nation. You\\nsee yourself a King, on a throne upheld by\\nSLeel. But you re mistaken. Your hour hath\\ncome die!\\n(Springs at Cromwell with a knife which\\nhe draws from secret pocket. Women\\nshi.ek. Men rush forward. Cromwell\\ncatches Capell by the neck, holds him at\\narms length and casts him backwards on\\nthe ground. Soldiers draw swords to kill\\nhim. Cromwell raises his hand.)\\nCROM: Wait. Nay, mother, I am not\\nhurt tne least. Capell, thou hast done the\\nworst a man may do. I give thee to thy\\ntroop. (Growl from soldiers.) But first, this\\nword: Think not you ever once deceived\\nme by your smooth hypocrisy. I struck not\\nbefore because I strike such men as you\\nbut once. Go\u00e2\u0080\u0094 go unto your fate. May God,\\nwho judges all, have mercy on your soul.\\nTurns away while Capell is dragged out.\\nThen lays one hand on Ralf s shoulder, the\\nother on Lord Charlton s, standing between\\nthem.)\\nI have now a word to say that concerns\\nanother man. Gentlemen, and you our ene-\\nmies\u00e2\u0080\u0094nay, I will not use that word to-day\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nour noble friends who are fighting for the\\nKing, I call all to witness that I do hereby\\npromote Lieutenant Dangerfield to be Cap-\\ntain of my first troop of horse,\\n13", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "SEP 12 19UU\\nTHE IRONSIDES.\\n(Cheers from soldiers.)\\nAnd there is another thing that must be\\ndone. Presbyter Hepworth come hither.\\n(Hepworth, who has entered previously\\nwith Rachel, comes down C. Rachel stands\\nwith Ralf.)\\nPresbyter, once you did me a cruel wrong.\\nGod hath placed it within your power to\\nmake me reparation. Captain Dangerfield\\ndoth love your niece and speks her hand in\\nmarriage. That hand she may not give to\\nany one except by your consent. I call upon\\nyou now to give the bethrothal of these two\\nyour blessing, and thus wash out forever\\nthe remembrance of what you tried to do.\\nHEP: (Bowing his head in prayer and\\nraising it.) Cromwell, you have conquered.\\n.Listen, all here present. I, like unto that\\nmiserable man who hath just gone to his\\naccount, did plan the ruin of the General.\\nHe would have hid my crime, but I will not\\nhave it hid. Before ye all I do declare that\\nI, too, deserve to die. I have also done a\\nbitter wrong to Captain Dangerfield. I\\ncrave his forgiveness.\\nRALF: Indeed you have it, sir.\\nHEP: Then, son. thou art a truer Chris-\\ntian than I. But unto Rachel, my niece, be-\\nloved of my soul, I have done the bitterest\\nwrong of all.\\nRACHEL: Uncle, say no more. I would\\nforget it all.\\nHEP: T shall not forget\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and if I did God\\nwould not. But enough. Ralf Dangerfield.\\nthy hand. Rachel, thine. General Crom-\\nwell, officers and soldiers of the Army of\\nParliament, as legal guardian of this maid\\nI do give my full consent to her betrothal\\nwith tlvs man. May the Almighty bless\\nthem both. And may He bestow on thee.\\nGeneral Cromwell, honour, happiness and a\\nlone life.\\nCHARL: Amen!\\nCROM: (Taking Rachel s and Ralf s\\nhands from Hepworth. Those whom God\\nhath joined let no man put asunder.\\nALL: Amen, Amen!\\nCURTAIN.", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2851", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ironsides00pate_0100.jp2"}}