th the Great Men?
We would not--no, we would not give that up!

_Hampden._ And one name shall be dearer than all names.
When children, yet unborn, are taught that name
After their fathers',--taught what matchless man....

_Pym._ ... Saved England? What if Wentworth's should be still
That name?

_Rudyard and others._ We have just said it, Pym! His death
Saves her! We said it--there's no way beside!
I'll do God's bidding, Pym! They struck down Joab
And purged the land.

_Vane._ No villanous striking-down!

_Rudyard._ No, a calm vengeance: let the whole land rise
And shout for it. No Feltons!

_Pym._ Rudyard, no!
England rejects all Feltons; most of all
Since Wentworth ... Hampden, say the trust again
Of England in her servants--but I'll think
You know me, all of you. Then, I believe,
Spite of the past, Wentworth rejoins you, friends!

_Vane and others._ Wentworth? Apostate! Judas! Double-dyed
A traitor! Is it Pym, indeed....

_Pym._ ... Who says
Vane never knew that Wentworth, loved that man,
Was used to stroll with him, arm locked in arm,
Along the streets to see the people pass,
And read in every island-countenance
Fresh argument for God against the King,--
Never sat down, say, in the very house
Where Eliot's brow grew broad with noble thoughts,
(You've joined us, Hampden--Hollis, you as well,)
And then left talking over Gracchus' death....

_Vane._ To frame, we know it well, the choicest clause
In the Petition of Right: he framed such clause
One month before he took at the King's hand
His Northern Presidency, which that Bill
Denounced.

_Pym._ Too true! Never more, never more
Walked we together! Most alone I went.
I have had friends--all here are fast my friends--
But I shall never quite forget that friend.
And yet it could not but be real in him!
You, Vane,--you, Rudyard, have no right to trust
To Wentworth: but can no one hope with me?
Hampden, will Wentworth dare shed English blood
Like water?

_Hampden._ Ireland is Aceldama.

_Pym._ Will he turn Scotland to a hunting-ground
To please the King, now that he knows the King?
The People or the King? and that King, Charles!

_Hampden._ Pym, all here know you: you'll not set your heart
On any baseless dream. But say one deed
Of Wentworth's since he left us....

[_Shouting with