Above the starry spheres, that the commons
Will not have the command of the army

Even for an hour. And though in a bay
Of rebellion like a miserable

Bark of wretched sails I shall rush t'pieces
On their rocky bosoms, I am yet
Resolved to observe the oath which I
Am thus compelled to take before all
The lords of the council. Go messenger
Tell the commons not t' disturb us any more
In this manner. [ Exit massenger | lords be

[faithful to us.

Exeuent King and the lords.

Trumpet sounds. Scene 2d. A plair near Edghill. Enter on one side sir John Digby, sheriff of London and other commanders and officers and the king with forces and on the other Earl of Essex, Sir John Hotham with forces. King. Here let us pitch our tents e'en in Edghill

Sir. John Digby why look you so sorry ?

John Dig. The low condition of our forces hath
Struck such a terror into my mind

That I entertain a little hope of

Our success, our cavalry which composed
The chief strength are very ill provided

With arms, my care for the defence of
Majesty's prerogatives makes me sad.

your

King. We thank you Sir. Digby for the tender
Care which you thus offer to us, but be
Not dismayed so much, lest you may chance
To dishearten our troops, we expect
Soldiers and ammunition from Holland

Our condition is not so bad as

You thought.

Skirmish between both parties for a few hours and several persons on each side being slain. Then enter a messenger to the Earl of Essex and others on the part of Parliment.

Messenger. Ever God bless your lordship.

Essex. Well messenger what's the news with you?
Mess. My lord His Majesty being heart-felt
Sorry for the death of so many of
His subjects is desirous to make peace
With you all, and he feels astonished
Why you being his majesty's subjects.
Will fill his dominion with ruin and
Desolation by your unlawful wars.

Essex. This desire in his majesty to make
Peace with his subjects is indeed high
Encomium on his humanity

But messenger, tell his majesty that
We shall consider of the matter in

Our council and let his majesty know

Our purport.

[Exit messenger.

Scene 3d A plain near Newbury. Enter King and Lord Falkland and other commanders with forces and on another part of field enter Earl of Essex nnd commanders on the part of Parliament with forces. Falkland. This morning my lord may be fatal, or

Otherwise, but I am weary of the times

And 'tis my wish to leave them before night
From th' beginning of this civil war my lord
I have foregone all my natural cheerfulness.
My vivacity has forsaken me,

And indeed am I seized with so many
Melancholy reflection that this earth

Adorned with all the beauties of

Nature seems to me but a steril piece

Of land this resplendent moon which makes
All nature joyous by unveiling its

Light, gives me no satisfaction

These birds that warble in the whole of a
Still night, can satisfy all other
Creatures, but to me what are their

Jarring and dissonant sounds? O England!
O native country when shalt thou view thy
Golden days again? since that thy true
Constitution and religion are thus

Overturned by the defenders of thy own!

Ah

my lord! 'tis a dreadful sight to see
So many thousands of your bravest
Subjects, turning their courage against
Each other! O death, grim death! Art thou
So tardy? Alas! where shall I find thee!
For I shall not be able to view

The wretched state of my country any more!
So forever and forever farewell

My lord! I shall be very glad to see your
Majesty again in Heaven or earth!

King. Ah my dear lord if ever a king may

Be bound to his subject so am I to thee !
Thy faith, thy truth, thy honesty, shall oft be
Remember'd with a pleasing and grateful
Memory! Ah my lord Falkland!

If ever shall I live t' see thee again

I shall think that I have got my kingdom
But alas thou art too noble and too

Virtuous to suffer the whips of time;

This day perchance shall be thy end, this day
Shall England lose a virtuous warrior!

So farewell my virtuous lord Falkland
Even so just a man like thee

Deserves a death of glory and thou shalt
Find it

Skirmish between both parties the forces of the king getting better, Lord Falkland was shot by a musket ball in his belly and several other persons on the side of the king as well as on that of the Parliament being slain, the victory beingdeclared for the king. Then enter a soldier. Soldier. Good and glad tidings attend your Majesty. King. Soldier what's the news?

Sol. Forces of the Parliament my lord are

Already defeated.

King. But soldier how is my lord Falkland ?

Sol. Ah my lord he has died like a brave

Warrior and we all mourn for him!

King. Adieu! adieu ! my lord Falkland with a