he living for.

_Lady Carlisle._ That reddening brow!
You seem....

_Strafford._ Well--do I not? I would be well--
I could not but be well on such a day!
And, this day ended, 'tis of slight import
How long the ravaged frame subjects the soul
In Strafford.

_Lady Carlisle._ Noble Strafford!

_Strafford._ No farewell!
I'll see you anon, to-morrow--the first thing.
--If She should come to stay me!

_Lady Carlisle._ Go--'tis nothing--
Only my heart that swells: it has been thus
Ere now: go, Strafford!

_Strafford._ To-night, then, let it be.
I must see Him: you, the next after Him.
I'll tell how Pym looked. Follow me, friends!
You, gentlemen, shall see a sight this hour
To talk of all your lives. Close after me!
"My friend of friends!"

[_STRAFFORD and the rest go out._

_Lady Carlisle._ The King--ever the King!
No thought of one beside, whose little word
Unveils the King to him--one word from me,
Which yet I do not breathe!
Ah, have I spared
Strafford a pang, and shall I seek reward
Beyond that memory? Surely too, some way
He is the better for my love. No, no--
He would not look so joyous--I'll believe
His very eye would never sparkle thus,
Had I not prayed for him this long, long while.

SCENE III.--_The Antechamber of the House of Lords._

_Many of the Presbyterian Party. The +Adherents+ of STRAFFORD, etc._

_A Group of Presbyterians._ --1. I tell you he struck Maxwell:
Maxwell sought
To stay the Earl: he struck him and passed on.
2. Fear as you may, keep a good countenance
Before these rufflers.
3. Strafford here the first,
With the great army at his back!
4. No doubt.
I would Pym had made haste: that's Bryan, hush--
The gallant pointing.

_Strafford's Followers._ --1. Mark these worthies, now!
2. A goodly gathering! "Where the carcass is
There shall the eagles"--what's the rest?
3. For eagles
Say crows.

_A Presbyterian._ Stand back, sirs!

_One of Strafford's Followers._ Are we in Geneva?

_A Presbyterian._ No, nor in Ireland; we have leave to breathe.

_One of Strafford's Followers._ Truly? Behold how privileged we be
That serve "King Pym"! There's Some-one at Whitehall
Who skulks obscure; b