ACT III. SCENE?SMITHFIELD. PIERS (meeting JOHN BALL.) You look disturb'd, my father? JOHN BALL. Piers, I am so. Jack Straw has forced the Tower: seized the Archbishop, And beheaded him. PIERS. The curse of insurrection! JOHN BALL. Aye, Piers! our nobles level down their vassals? Keep them at endless labour like their brutes, Degrading every faculty by servitude: Repressing all the energy of the mind. We must not wonder then, that like wild beasts, When they have burst their chains, with brutal rage They revenge them on their tyrants. PIERS. This Archbishop! He was oppressive to his humble vassals: Proud, haughty, avaricious.? JOHN BALL. A true high-priest! Preaching humility with his mitre on! Praising up alms and Christian charity Even whilst his unforgiving hand distress'd His honest tenants. PIERS. He deserv'd his fate then. JOHN BALL. Justice can never link with cruelty. Is there among the catalogue of crimes A sin so black that only Death can expiate? Will Reason never rouse her from her slumbers, And darting thro' the veil her eagle eye, See in the sable garment of the law Revenge conceal'd? ?This high priest has been haughty? He has oppress'd his vassals: tell me, Piers, Does his Death remedy the ills he caused? Were it not better to repress his power Of doing wrong?that so his future life Might expiate the evils of the past, And benefit mankind? PIERS. But must not vice Be punished? JOHN BALL. Is not punishment revenge? The momentary violence of anger May be excus'd: the indignant heart will throb Against oppression, and the outstretch'd arm Resent its injured feelings: the Collector Insulted Alice, and roused the keen emotions Of a fond father. Tyler murder'd him. PIERS. Murder'd!?a most harsh word. JOHN BALL. Yes, murder'd him: His mangled feelings prompted the bad act, And Nature will almost commend the deed That Justice blames: but will the awaken'd feelings Plead with their heart-emoving eloquence For the cool deliberate murder of Revenge? Would you, Piers, in your calmer hour of reason Condemn an erring brother to be slain? Cut him at once from all the joys of life, All hopes of reformation! to revenge The deed his punishment cannot recall? My blood boil'd in me at the fate of Tyler, Yet I revenged not. PIERS. Oh my Christian father! They would not argue thus humanely on us, Were we within their power. JOHN BALL. I know they would not! But we must pity them that they are vicious, Not imitate their vice. PIERS. Alas, poor Tyler! I do repent me much that I stood back, When he advanced fearless in rectitude To meet these royal assassins. JOHN BALL. Not for myself, Tho' I have lost an honest virtuous friend, Mourn I the death of Tyler: he was one Gifted with the strong energy of mind, Quick to perceive the right, and prompt to act When Justice needed: he would listen to me With due attention, yet not yielding lightly What had to him seem'd good; severe in virtue He awed the ruder people whom he led By his stern rectitude. PIERS. Witness that day When they destroy'd the palace of the Gaunt; And hurl'd the wealth his avarice had amass'd, Amid the fire: the people, fierce in zeal, Threw in the flames the wretch whose selfish hand Purloin'd amid the tumult. JOHN BALL. I lament The death of Tyler, for my country's sake. I shudder lest posterity enslav'd Should rue his murder!?who shall now control The giddy multitude, blind to their own good, And listening with avidity to the tale Of courtly falsehood! PIERS. The King must perform His plighted promise. (Cry without) ?The Charter!?the Charter! (Enter Mob and Herald.) TOM MILLER. Read it out?read it out. HOB. Aye, aye, let's hear the Charter. HERALD. Richard Plantagenet, by the grace of God, King of England, Ireland, France, Scotland, and the town of Berwick upon Tweed, to all whom it may concern, These presents, Whereas our loving subjects have complained to us of the heavy burdens they endure, particularly from our late enacted poll-tax; and whereas they have risen in arms against our officers, and demanded the abolition of personal slavery, vassalage, and manorial rights; we, ever ready in our sovereign mercy to listen to the petitions of our loving subjects