Charles the First

SCENE 1: THE MASQUE OF THE INNS OF COURT. A PURSUIVANT: Place, for the Marshal of the Masque! FIRST CITIZEN: What thinkest thou of this quaint masque which turns, Like morning from the shadow of the night, The night to day, and London to a place Of peace and joy? SECOND CITIZEN: And Hell to Heaven. Eight years are gone, And they seem hours, since in this populous street I trod on grass made green by summer's rain, For the red plague kept state within that palace Where now that vanity reigns.…