The Earl of Essex w/ Direct link technology (A Poetry Drama)

The bill, at length, has pass'd opposing numbers, Whilst crowds, seditious, clamour'd round the senate, And headlong faction urged its force within.
The wish'd-for day is come, When this proud idol of the people's hearts Shall now no more be worshipp'd.--Essex falls. My lord, the minute's near, that shall unravel The mystic schemes of this aspiring man. Now fortune, with officious hand, invites us To her, and opens wide the gates of greatness, The way to power. My heart exults; I see, I see, my lord, our utmost wish accomplish'd! I see great Cecil shine without a rival, And England bless him, as her guardian saint. Such potent instruments I have prepared, As shall, with speed, o'erturn this hated man, And dash him down, by proof invincible.