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Eliz. But where, O where's my Warwick ? My royal master ?
Suff. With a few chosen squadrons he pursues

Edu. Yes ; when next we meet,
The disappointed Margaret.

I will bestow it on him, will resign Eliz. O my fears !

All my fond claim to happiness and thee; I know not why, but at that hateful name Though thy dear image ne'er can be effaced I tremble ever; my foreboding heart

From Edward's breast, though still I doat upon Presages something dreadful.

thee, Sutt. Do not vex

Though I could hang for ever on thy beauties, Thy tender mind with visionary dangers. Yet will I yield them to their rightful lord; Eliz. O! would to Heaven, that he were shel- Warwick has earned, Warwick alone deserves tered here,

them. And safe within these arms !

Eliz. Would he were here to thank thee for Suff. Be not alarmed:

this goodness! He is the care of Heaven; all good men love, Know, generous prince, Elizabeth has long All bad ones fear him.

Admired thy virtues, and, could love admit Eliz. Such superior merit

Of a divided heart, the noble Edward
Must have a thousand foes, the constant mark Would share it with his friend.
Of envy's poisoned darts.
Suff. There Suffolk feels

Enter a Messenger.
The keen reproach ; with blushes I confess

Mess. My royal liege, There was a time, when, urged by fond ambi- The rebels are dispersed, queen Margaret's son tion,

Was slain in the pursuit, and she-
I looked on Warwick with a jealous eye:

Edw. I hope
But this last noble deed hath won my heart, Secured-
And I am now a convert to his virtues ;

Mess. Is taken prisoner, and will soon
But see, the king approaches.

Be here

Edw. But where's lord Warwick?
Enter King EDWARD.

Mess. Sir—the queen.
Edw. Health and peace,
And happiness to fair Elizabeth !

Enter MARGARET, Prisoner.
Thou art no stranger to the joyful news;
The lustre of those speaking eyes declares it.

Marg. Once more I am your prisoner.

Edu. 'Twill be prudent Eliz. Suffolk, even now, hath blessed me with the tidings.

Henceforth to keep you so. Edw. Oh! 'tis amazement all: Elizabeth,

Marg. You dare not ! When last we met, thou wert the suppliant ; now

Thou think'st, perhaps, that I shall sue to thee 'Tis I must ask forgiveness; I, who injured

For mercy: no; in Margaret of Anjou, The dearest, best of men. Oh! thou hast saved

Thou seest the wife, and daughter of a king. Edward from shame, and England from destruc- | Triumphant still ; and, though a prisoner, free.

spirit not to be subdued ; though fallen, tion. Eliz. Did I not say my Warwick would be For know, I bear a mind above the reach just?

Of fortune or of Edward — I have lost Edw. Thou didst, and on those beauteous lips

All I could wish to live for, in my child; fair truth

And gained, what most I wished to gain, revenge!

Or life or death are now indifferent to me. And soft persuasion dwell; long time he stood Inflexible, and, deaf to friendship's voice,

Edw. For thy unbounded goodness, power suListened to nought but all-subduing love.

preme, In after-times, thy name shall be enrolled

Accept our praise ! Amongst the great deliverers of their country.

Elic. [Kneeling.) Accept our humble prayer! Eliz. I have no title to the lavish praise

Marg. Insulting piety! the common trick Thy generous heart bestows; I only said Of hypocrites and slaves : when ye shall know What duty prompted, and what love inspired;

What Margaret knows, ye may not be so thank

ful. Indulgent Heaven has crowned it with success. Eda. Thou hast done all : I am indebted to

Methinks 'tis pity Warwick is not here thee

To join in your devotion. For more, much more, than I can e'er repay.

Éliz. Would to Heaven Long time, with shame I own, hath Warwick He were ! soared

Murg. That monster, that perfidious slave, Above me, but I will not be outdone

Who broke his faith to Margaret, and to thee! For ever by this proud aspiring rival :

Thy coward soul, unable to defend Poor as I am, there yet is one way left

The treasure thou hadst stolen, could meanly To pay the debt of gratitude I owe him,

stoop One grcat reward for such exalted virtues ;

To court the traitor whom thou dar'st not punish, Thyself, Elizabeth.

Not so the injured Margaret- she repelled Élix. What means my lord,

The wrongs she felt, and the deceiver met

my king.

The fate he merited.

Let them be sharp and cruel as thyself, Edu. What fate? even now,

All that ingenious malice can suggest, Crown'd with immortal wreaths, the hero comes Or power inflict, 'twill be my comfort still, To bless his friends, and punish guilt like thine. They cannot be so great as those you feel. Marg. Proud and deluded wretches ! I look Edw. Guards, take the monster hence ! let her down

be chained With pity on you: captive as I am,

In some deep dungeon, dark as her own thoughts; 'Tis mine to judge and punish; be it yours There let her perish—hence, away with her! To hear and tremble.

Marg. Despair and horror visit thee-fareEdw. Ha!

wellEliz. What can this mean?

He comes, my triumph is complete; look there! Marg. If I mistake not, Warwick is your

(Erit. friend, Your lover too, I think.

Enter WARWICK, leaning on two Soldiers. Eliz. My lord, my husband.

Warw. Where is he? Lead me, lead me to Mary. Know then, that friend, that lover, perjured Warwick,

Edw. My Warwick ! my preserver! she shall Hath not an hour to live.

bleed Edw. What murtherous hand

For this in every vein. Dlarg. Mine, tyrant, mine : think not I mean Warw. Think not of her, to hide

She has no power to hurt thee! and with guilt The noble deed: it is my happiness,

Like her's, 'tis punishment enough to live : It is my glory : thou wilt call me base,

This is no time for vengeance; death comes on Blood-thirsty, cruel, savage, and revengeful. With hasty stridesm'tis but a little while But here I stand acquitted to myself,

A few short moments, and we part for ever. And every feeling heart that knows my wrongs. My friend To late posterity, dethroned queens,

Edw. I am not worthy of the name, And weeping mothers, shall applaud my justice. For I disgraced, dishonoured, murdered thee; Edr. Justice ! on whom?'

Edward's unkindness was the cause of all : Marg. Can Edward ask me? Who

Canst thou forgive me? Imprisoned Henry, robbed me of a crown, Warw. O! may Warwick's crimes And placed it on a proud usurper's head?" Ne'er meet forgiveness from offended Heaven, Who gave his sacred promise to a queen,

If from my soul I do not pardon, love, And broke it? Who-for which indignant Hea- And honour thee!

Edw. Away, let me support him! Chastised him-basely murthered my sweet boy? 'Tis the last office I shall e'er perform Bereft of honour, fortune, husband, child, For thee, my Warwick-Wilt thou lean upon me, Deprived of every comfort, what remained And seal my pardon with one kind embrace ? For me but vengeance, what for him but death ? Warw. We never hated. Edw. What hast thou done? When? Where! Edw. But my love was blind. Speak, murtheress, speak !

Warw. And blinder my resentment. Marg. Pressed by surrounding multitudes, and Edw. I forgot made

Thy services. A slave, they dragged me to the conqueror's Warw. And I remembered not tent;

Thou wert my king- -My sweet Elizabeth, There the first horrid object I beheld,

Where is she! Edward, do not keep her from me; Was the pale corpse of my poor bleeding child : We are no rivals now. There, as the insulting Warwick stood, and Edw. Shocked at the news seemed

Of thy untimely fate, she sunk beneath it, To triumph o'er him—from my breast I drew And fainted in these arms : I seized the occaA poniard forth, and plunged it in his heart.

sion, The astonished soldiers thronged around him, And bade her weeping maidens bear her hence: seized

This would have been a dreadful sight indeed. And brought me here- -now to your prayers Eliz. (Without.] I can, I will support it. again.

[ELIZABETH faints. Warw. Ila? that voiceEdw. She faints, good Suffolk; help there ! Sure 'tis Elizabeth's !

help! support! Assist her. Lead her in.


Eliz. O! give me way, As much I fear it is, a thousand deaths

For I must see him-0!


Warwick ! Were punishment too little for thy guilt;

Warw. O! Thou shalt be tortured.

This is too much! the bitterness of death Marg. Tyrant, I defy thee !

Is to be severed thus from those we love. Thy threats appal not me: prepare your tor- Edw. Why would you bring her here? tures !

(To the. Attendants.


If it be true,

Waru. Elizabeth,

That closes every wound, shall pour its balm Be comforted.

O’er thine. Meanwhile, remember Warwick's Eliz. O no, it is my doom

fate. Never to taste of joy or comfort more :

I gave my word to Margaret, and broke it; No; from this hateful world will I retire, Heaven is not to be mocked, it soon o'ertakes us, And mourn my Warwick's fate, imploring Hea- And in our crime we meet our punishment. ven,

O, Edward ! if thou hop'st that length of days, That I may soon wear out my little store And fair prosperity, shall crown thy wishes, Of hopeless days, and join thee in the tomb. Beware of passion and resentment; make Warw. That must not be: I've done my friend Thy people's good and happiness thy own; a wrong,

Discourage faction, banish Aatterers, keep And only thou canst make atonement for it. Thy faith inviolate, and reign in peace. Thy hand, Elizabeth; if e'er thou loved’st, I can no more- - My love! Have mercy, Hearen! Observe me now-thine, Edward. For my sake

[Dics. Cherish this beauteous mourner, take her from Edw. He's gone! me,

Eliz. And with him all my hopes of bliss. As the last present of a dying friend.

Edw. Let every honour, to a soldier due, Edw. If aught could make the precious gift Attend the hero to his tomb-meanwhile, more dear,

Deep in the living tablet of my heart, It would be, Warwick, that it came from thee. Will I engrave thy words—illustrious shade! 0! I will guard her with a parent's care Living, thou wert my counsellor and friend, From every ill, watch over and protect her; And, dead, I will remember and obey thee. And, when the memory of thee shall awake, Eliz. Warwick, farewell! I shall not long As oft it will, her poignant griefs, repel

survive thee. The rising sigh, wipe off the flowing tear, Edw. I hope thou wilt-Elizabeth, remember And strive to charm her to forgetfulness. His dying charge, think on thy promise given. Waru. Wilt thou indeed? Then I shall die in Thou shalt remain with me, with me lament peace.

Our common benefactor; we will sit Eliz. Yet thou mayst live.

And talk together of my Warwick's virtues, Warw. Impossible : I feel

For I will try to emulate them all, The hand of death press cold upon my heart, And learn, by copying him, to merit thee. And all will soon be o'er; I have lived to save His great example shall inspire my breast My falling country, to repent my crimes, With patriot zeal, shall teach me to subdue Redeem my honour, and restore my king. The power of faction, vanquish party rage,

Edw. Alas! my friend, the memory of thee And make me, what alone I wish to be, Will poison every bliss.

The happy king of an united people. Wuru. All healing time,

(Ercunt omnes



Exhausted quite with prisons, racks, and death, Their turn is next-And, though I will not Permit me here to take a little breath!

wrong 'em, You who have seen my actions, known their A woful havoc there will be among 'emsprings,

You, our best friends, [To the Pit] love, cherish, Say, are we women such insipid things ?

and respect us; Say, lords of the creation, mighty men! Not take our fortunes, marry and neglect us. In what have you surpassed us? where? and You think indeed that as you please, you ruleus; when?

And with a strange importance often school us, I come to know for whom the palm is due, Yet let each citizen describe a brother, To us weak vessels, or to stronger you? I'll tell you what you say of one another : Against your conquering swords, 1 draw—my“ My neighbour leads, poor soul, a woful life,

A worthy man, but govern’d by his wife !" Come on!-now parry Marg'ret, if you can. How say you? what, all silent ?-then 'tis Stand up, ye boasters! [To the Pit] don't there sneaking sit;

We rule the city--Now, great sirs, to you. Are you for pleasure, politics, or wit?

!To ihe Borts The Boxes smile to see me scold the Pit.



What is your boast ?-Would you, like me, have And let me hint the only way to keep it. done,

Let men of vain ideas have their fill, To free a captive wife, or save a son ?

Frown, bounce, stride, strut,—while you,

with Rather than run such danger of your lives,

happy skill, You'd leave your children, and lock up your wives. Like anglers, use the finest golden thread; When with your noblest deeds a nation rings, Give line enough-nor check the tugging head: You are but puppets, and we play the strings. The fish will flounder-you with gentle hand, We plan no battles-true-but those of sight, And soft degrees, must bring the trout to land: Crack goes the fan, and armies halt or fight! A more specific nostrum cannot beYou have th' advantage, ladies, wisely reap it, Probatum est-and never fails with Ale.

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SCENE I.-MATILDA's Tent, with a view of the The flowery path, that tempts our wandering distant Country.


But leads to misery; what thou fondly deem'st MATILDA, BERTHA.

My soul's best comfort, is its bitterest woe. Mat. I thank thee, gentle Bertha, for thy good- Earl Morcar loves me. To the generous mind

The heaviest debt is that of gratitude, If aught could sooth the anguish of my soul,

When 'tis not in our power to repay it. Or raise it, from the horrors of despair,

Ber. Oft have I heard thee say, to him thon To hope and joy, 'twould be thy generous friend

ow'st ship:

Thy honour and thy life. But I am sunk so deep in misery,

Mat. I told thee truth. That comfort cannot reach me.

Beneath my father's hospitabie roof Ber. Talk not thus,

I spent my earlier, happier days, in peace My sweet Matilda ; innocence, like thine, And safety: When the Norman conqueror came, Must be the care of all-directing Heaven. Discord, thou know'st, soon lit her fatal torch, Already hath the interposing hand

And spread destruction o'er this wretched land. Of Providence redeemed thee from the rage The loyal Ranulph flew to William's aid, Of savage war, and sheltered thee within And left me to a faithful peasant's care, This calm asylum. Mercia's potent earl, Who lived, sequestered, in the fertile plains The noble Morcar, will protect thy virtues ; Of rich Northumbria: There, awhile, I dwelt And, if I err not, wishes but to share

In sweet retirement, when the savage Malcolm His conquests with thee.

Rushed on our borders. Mat. O my friend, oft times,

Ber. I remember well

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