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Guarded and fenced around, our pure religion, North. Oh! stay this inauspicious stream of
That lamp of truth, which shines upon our altars, tears,
Shall lift its golden head, and flourish long ; And cheer your people with one gracious smile.
Beneath whose awful rule, and righteous sceptre, Nor comes your fate in such a dreadful form,
The plenteous years shall roll in long succession; | To bid you shun it. Turn those sacred eyes
Law shall prevail, and ancient right take place; On the bright prospect empire spreads before
Fair liberty shall lift her cheerful head,

you.
Fearless of tyranny and proud oppression; Methinks I see you seated on the throne;
No sad complaining in our streets shall cry, Beneath your feet, the kingdom's great degrees
But justice shall be exercised in mercy,

In bright confusion shine, mitres and coronets, Hail, royal Jane ! behold we bend our knees, The various ermine, and the glowing purple ;

[They kneel. Assembled senates wait, with awful dread, The pledge of homage, and thy land's obedience; | To aflirm your high coinmands, and make them With humblest duty thus we kneel, and own thee fate. Our liege, our sovereign lady, and our queen. L.J. Gray. You turn to view the painted side L. J. Gray. Oh, rise !

of royalty, My father, rise!

[To Suff. And cover all the cares that lurk beneath. And you, iny father, too!

[To North. Is it, to be a queen, to sit aloft, Rise all, nor eover me with this confusion. In solemn, dull, uncomfortable state,

[They rise. The flattered idol of a servile court? What means this mock, this masquing shew of Is it to draw a pompous train along, greatness ?

A pageant, for the wondering crowd to gaze at? Why do you hang these pageant glories on me, Is it, in wantonness of power to reign, And dress me up in honours not my own? And make the world subservient to my pleasure? North. The daughters of our late great mas- Is it not rather, to be greatly wretched, ter Henry,

To watch, to toil, to take a sacred charge, Stand both by law excluded from succession. To bend each day before high Heaven, and own, To make all firm,

This people hast thou trusted to my hand, And fix a power unquestioned in your hand, And at my hand, I know, thou shalt require Edward, by will, bequeathed his crown to you :

them? And the concurring lords, in council met, Alas, Northumberland ! My father! Is it not Have ratified the gift.

To live a life of care, and, when I die,
L. J. Gray. Are crowns and empire, Have more to answer for before my judge,
The government and safety of mankind, Than any of my subjects ?
Trifles of such light moment, to be left

Duch. Suff. Every state,
Like some rich tov, a ring, or fancied gem, Allotted to the race of man below,
The pledge of parting friends ? Can kings do thus, Is, in proportion, doomed to taste some sorrow,
And give away a people for a legacy?

Nor is the golden wreath on a king's brow North. Forgive me, princely lady, if my won- Exempt from care; and yet, who would not der

bear it? Seizes each sense, each faculty of mind, Think on the monarchs.of your royal race : To see the utmost wish the great can form, They lived not for themselves: how many blesA crown, thus coldly met: A crown, which, sings, slighted,

How many lifted hands shall pay thy toil, And left in scorn by you, shall soon be sought, If for thy people's good thou happily borrow And find a joyful wearer; one, perhaps, Some portion from the hours of rest, and wake, Of blood unkindred to your royal house, To give the world repose ! And fix its glories in another line.

Suff. Behold, we stand upon the brink of ruin, L.J. Gray. Where art thou now, thou partner And only thou canst save us. Persecution,

of my cares? [Turning to Guilford. That fiend of Rome and hell, prepares her torCome to iny aid, and help to bear this burthen : tures; Oh! save me from this sorrow, this misfortune, See where she comes in Mary's priestly train ! Which, in the shape of gorgeous greatness, comes Still wilt thou doubt? till thou behold her stalk, To crown, and make a wretch of me for ever! Red with the blood of martyrs, and wide wasting Guil. Thou weep'st my queen, and hang'st thy O'er England's bosom? All the mourning year drooping head,

Our towns shall glow with unextinguished fires; Like nodding poppies, heavy with the rain, Our youth on raeks sliall stretch their crackling That bow their weary necks and bend to earth.

bones; See, by thy side, thy faithful Guilford stands, Our babes shall sprawl on.consecrated spears; Prepared to keep distress and danger from thee, Matrons and husbands, with their new-born ioTo wear thy sacred cause upon his sword,

fauts, And war against the world in thy defence. Shall burn promiscuous; a continued peal

mons

Of lamentations, groans, and shrieks, shall sound, North. Nor shall that long
Through all our purple ways.

Be wanting to your wish. The lords and com-
Guil. Amidst that ruin,
Think thou beholdest thy Guilford's head laid low, Shall, at your royal bidding, soon assemble,
Bloody and.pale

And with united homage own your title. L. J. Gray. Oh! spare the dreadful image! Delay not then the general wish,

Guil. Oh! would the misery be bounded there, But be our queen, be England's better angel ! My life were little; but the rage of Romne Nor let mistaken piety betray you. Demands whole hecatombs, a land of victims, To join with cruel Mary in our ruin : With Superstition comes that other fiend, Her bloody faith commands her to destroy, That bane of peace, of arts and virtue, Tyranny; And yours forbids to save. That toe of justice, scorner of all law;

Guil. Our foes, already That beast, which thinks mankind were born for High in their hopes, devote us all to death : one,

The dronish monks, the scorn and shame of manAnd made by heaven to be a monster's prey;

hood, That heaviest curse of groaning nations, Tyranny. Rouse, and prepare once more to take possession, Mary shall, by her kindred Spain, be taught To nestle in their ancient hives again : To bend our necks beneath a brazen yoke, Again they furbish up their holy trumpery, And rule o'er wretches with an iron sceptre. Relicks and wooden wonder-working saints,

L. J. Gray. Avert that judgment, Ilearen! Whole loads of lumber and religious rubbish, Whate'er thy providence allots for me,

In high procession mean to bring them back, In mercy spare my country.

And place the puppets in their shines again : Guil. Oh, my queen!

While those ot keener malice, savage Bonner, Does not thy great, thy generous heart relent, And deep-designing Gardiner, dream of renTo think this land, for liberty so fained,

geance; Shall have her towery front at once laid low, Devour the blood of innoceuts, in hopc; And robbed of all its glory? Oh! my country! Like vultures, snuff the slaughter in the wind, Oh ! fairest Albion, empress of the deep, And speed their flight to havock and the prey. How have thy noblest sons, with stubborn va- Haste then, and save us, while 'tis given to save lour,

Your country, your religion.
Stood to the last, dyed many a field in blood, North. Save your friends!
In dear defence of birth-right and tireir laws ! Suff. Your father!
And shall those hands, which fought the cause of Duch. Suff: Mother!
freedom,

Guil. Husband !
Be manacled in base unworthy bonds?

L. J. Gray. Take me, crown me, Be tainely yielded up, the spoil, the slaves Invest me with this royal wretchedness! Of hair-brained veal, and cruel coward priests! Let ine not know one happy minute more; L. J. Gray. Yes, my loved lord, my soul is Let all my sleepless nights be spent in care, moved like thine,

My days be fixed with tumults and alarmıs ; At every danger which invades our England; If only I can save you, if my fate My cold heart kindles at the great occasion, Has marked me out to be the public victim, And could be more than man in ber defence. 1 take the lot with joy! Yes, I will die But where is my commission to redress?

For that eternal truth my faith is fixed on, Or whence my power to save? Can Edwards And that dear native land which gave me birth! will,

Guil. Wake every tuneful instrument to tell it, Or twenty met in council, make a qucen? And let the trumpet's sprightly note proclaim, Can you, my lords, give me the power to canvass My Jane is England's queen! Let the loud canA doubtful title with king Henry's daughters? Where are the reverend sages of the law, In peals of thunder speak it to Augusta ; To guide me with their wisdoms, and point out Imperial Thames, catch thou the sacred sound, The paths, which right and justice bid me tread? And roll it to the subject ocean down: North. The judges all attend, and will at Tell the old deep, and all thy brother floods, leisure

My Jane is empress of the watery world! Resolve you every scraple.

Now with glad fires our bloodless streets shall L. J. Gray. They expound;

shine, But where are those, my lord, that make the law? With cries of joy our cheerful ways shall ring; Where are the ancient honours of the realın, Thy name shall echo through the rescued isle, The nobles, with the mitred fathers joined ? And reach applauding heaven! The wealthy commons solemnly assembled ? L. J. Gray. Oh, Guilford! what do we give Where is that voice of a consenting people,

up for glory! To pledge the universal faith with mine, For glory! that's a toy I would not purchase; And call me justly queen?

An idle, empty bubble. But for England !

non

What must we lose for that? Since then my fate For Plato, and his academic grove;
Has forced this hard exchange upon my will, All that I ask, is, though my fortune frown,
Let gracious Fleaven allow me one request : And bury me beneath this fatal crown;
For that blest peace in which I once did dwell, Let that one good be added to my doom,
For books, retirement, and my studious cell, To save this land from tyranny and Rome.
For all those joys my happier days did prove,

Ereunt.

ACT IV.

way

SCENE I.- Continues.

To win the wary council to our side.

Say thou, whose head is grown thus silver-white, Enter PEMBROKE and GARDINER.

In arts of government, and turns of state, Gar. In an unlucky and accursed hour How we may blast our enemies with ruin, Set forth that traitor duke, that proud Northum- And sink the cursed Northumberland to hell! berland,

Gar. Iu happy time be your whole wish ac To draw his sword upon the side of heresy,

complished. And war against our Mary's holy right: Since the proud duke set out, I have had conIll fortune fly before, and pave his

ference, With disappointments, nischief, and defeat ! As fit occasion served, with divers of them, Do thou, O holy Becket, the protector,

The earl of Arundel, Mason, and Cheyney, The champion, and the martyr of our church, And find them all disposed as we could ask. Appear, and once more own the cause of Rome: By holy Mary, if I count aright, Beat down his lance, break thou his sword in To-day the better part shall leave this place, battle,

And meet at Baynard's castle in the city; And cover foul rebellion with confusion ! There own our sovereign's title, and defy

Pem. I saw him marching at his army's head; Jane and her gospel crew. But, hie you hence ! I marked him issuing through the city-gate, This place is still within our foe's command; In harness all appointed, as he passed; Their puppet-queen reigns here. And (for he wore his beaver up) could read Upon his visage, horror and dismay.

Enter an Officer with a Guard. No voice of cheerful salutation cheered him, Offi

. Seize on them both. None wished his arms might thrive, or bade God

[Guards seize Pembroke and Gardiner, speed him,

My lord, you are a prisoner to the state,
But, through a staring ghastly-looking crowd, Pem. Ta! by whose order?
Unbailed, unblessed, with heavy heart he went; Offi

. By the queen's command, As it his traitor father's haggard ghost,

Signed and delivered by lord Guilford Dudley. And Somerset, fresh bleeding from the axe, Pem. Curse on his traitor's heart! On either hand had ushered him to ruin.

Gar. Rest you contented : Gar. Vor shall the holy vengeance loiter long. You have loitered here too long; but use your At Farmingham, in Suffolk, lies the queen,

patience;
Mary, our pious mistress : where each day These bonds shall not be lasting.
The nobles of the land, and swarmning populace, Offi. As for

you,
sir,

[To Gardiner. Gather, and list beneath her royal ensigns. 'Tis the queen's pleasure you be close confined: The fleet, commanded by Sir Thomas Jerning- You have used that fair permission was allowed ham,

you, Set out in warlike manner to oppose her,

To walk at large within the Tower, unworthily. With one consent have joined to own her cause : You are noted for an over-busy meddler, The valiant Sussex, and Sir Edward Hastings, A secret practiser against the state ; With many more of note, are up in arms, For which, henceforth, your limits shall be straiter. And all declare for her.

Hence, to your chamber! Pem. The citizens,

Gar. Farewell, gentle Pembroke; Who held the noble Somerset right dear, I trust that we shall meet on blither terms: Hate this aspiring Dudley and his race,

Till then, amongst my beads I will remember you, And would upon the instant join to oppose him; And give you to the keeping of the saints. Could we but draw some of the lords of the [Ereunt part of the guards with Gardiner. council

Pem. Now, whither must I go? To appear among them, own the same design, Offi

. This way, my lord.

[Going off And bring the reverend sanction of authority To lead them into action. For that purpose,

Enter GUILFORD. To thee, as to an oracle, I come,

Guil. Jold, Captain! cre you go, I have a To learn what fit expedient may be found,

word or two

For this your noble prisoner.

Guil. Oh, take thy sword, and let thy valiant Offi. At your pleasure;

hand I know my duty, and attend your lordship. Be ready armed to guard thy noble life.

[The Officer and Guards retire to the far- The time, the danger, and thy wild impatience, thest part of the stage.

Forbid me all to enter into speech with thee, Guil. Is all the gentleness, that was betwixt us, or I could tell theeSo lost, so swept away from thy remembrance, Pem. No, it needs not, traitor! Thou canst not look upon me?

For all thy poor, thy little arts are known. Pem. Ha! not look!

Thou fearest my vengeance, and art come to What terrors are there in the Dudley's race,

fawn, That Pembroke dares not look upon and scorn? To make a merit of that proffered freedom, And yet, 'tis true, I would not look upon

thee : Which, in despite of thee, a day shall give me. Our eves avoid to look on what we hate,

Nor can my fate depend on thee, false Guilford; As well as what we fear.

For know, to thy confusion, ere the sun Guil. You hate me, then!

Twice gild the east, our royal Mary comes Pem. I do: and wish perdition may

o'ertake To end thy pageant reign, and set me free. Thy father, thy false self, and thy whole name. Guil. Ungrateful and unjust! Hast thou then Guil. And yet, as sure as rage disturbs thy

known me reason,

So little, to accuse my heart of fear? And masters all the noble nature in thee, Hast thou forgotten Musselborough's field? As sure as thou hast wronged me, I am come, Did I then fear, when by thy side I fought, In tenderness of friendship, to preserve

thee;

And dyed my maiden sword in Scottish blood ? To plant even all the power I have before thee, But this is madness all. And fence thee from destruction with my life. Pem. Give me my sword. (Taking his sword. Pem. Friendship from thee! But my just soul Perhaps, indeed, I wrong thee. Thou hast thought; disdains thee.

And, conscious of the injury thou hast done me, Hence! take the prostituted bauble back! Art come to proffer me a soldier's justice, Hang it to grace some slavering idiot's neck, And meet my arm in single opposition. For none but fools will praise the tinsel toy. Lead, then, and let me follow to the field. But thou art come, perhaps, to vaunt thy great- Guil. Yes, Pembroke, thou shalt satisfy thy

vengeance, And set thy purple pomp to view before me; And write thy bloody purpose on my

bosom. To let me know that Guilford is a king,

But let death wait to-day. By our past friendThat he can speak the word, and give me free- ship, doin.

In honour's name, by every sacred tie, Oh, short-lived pageant! Hadst thou all the I beg thee ask no more, but haste froin hence. power

Pem. What mystic meaning lurks beneath thy Which thy vain soul would grasp at, I would

words? die,

What fear is this, which thou wouldst awe my Rot in a dungeon, ere receive a grace,

soul with? The least, the meanest courtesy from thee. Is there a danger Pembroke dares not meet? Guil. Oh, Pembroke! but I have not time to Guil. Oh, spare my tongue a tale of guilt and talk,

horror! For danger presses; danger unforeseen,

Trust me this once : believe me when I tell thee, And secret as the shaft that flies by night, Thy safety and thy life is all I seek. Is aiming at thy life. Captain, a word !

[To the Officer. Pem. By Heaven, I will not stir a step! I take your prisoner to my proper charge; Curse on this shuffling, dark, ambiguous phrase ! Draw off your guard, and leave his sword with If thou wouldst have me think thou mean’st me

fairly, [The Officer delivers the sword to Lord Speak with that plainness honesty delights in,

Guilford, und goes out with his guard. And let thy double tongue for once be true. (Lord Guilford offering the sword to Guil, Forgive me, filial piety and nature, Pembroke.

If, thus compelled, 1 break your sacred laws, Receive this gift, even from a rival's hand; Reveal my father's crime, and blot with infamy And, if thy rage will suffer thee to hear

The hoary head of him who gave me being, The counsel of a man, once called thy friend, To save the man, whom my soul loves, from death! Fly from this fatal place, and seek thy safety!

(Giving a paper. Pem. How now! what shew! what mockery Read there the fatal purpose of thy foc, is this?

A thought which wounds my soul with shame and Is it in sport you use me thus ? What means

horror! This swift fantastic changing of the scene? Somewhat that darkness should have hid for ever,

ness,

Away.

me.

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But that thy life-Say; bast thou seen that cha- | The danger comes If you stay.longer here, racter?

You die, my Pembroke,
Pem. I know it well; the hand of proud Pem. Let me stay and die;
Northumbcrland,

For if I go, I go to work thy ruin.
Directed to his minions, Gates and Palmer. Thou know'st not what a foe thou send'st me
What's this?

[Reads.

forth; Remember, with

your closest care, to observe That I have sworn destruction to the queen, those whom I named to you at partiog; espe- And pledged my faith to Mary and her cause: cially keep your eye upon the earl of Pembroke; My honour is at stake.

his power and interest are most considerable, Guil. I know 'tis given. so his opposition will be most fatal to us. Re- But go the stronger thy engagements there,

member the resolution was taken, if you should The more's thy danger here. There is a power. • find him inclined to our enemies. The forms of Who sits, above the stars; in him I trust : `justice are tedious, and delays are dangerous. All that I have, his bounteous hand bestowed; • If he falters, lose not the sight of him till your And he, that gave it, can preserve it to me. • daggers have reached his heart.'

If his o'er-ruling will ordains my ruin, My heart ! Oh, murderous villain !

What is there more, but to fall down before him, Guil. Since we parted,

And humbly yield obedience? Fly! begone! Thy ways have all been watched, thy steps been Pem. Yes, I will go-for, sce! Behold who comes! marked;

Oh, Guilford! hide me, shield me from her sight; Thy secret treaties with the malecontents, Every mad passion kindles up again, That harbour in the city, thy conterring

Love, rage, despair--and yet I will be master With Gardiner here in the Tower; all is known: I will remember thee-Oh, my torn beart! And, in pursuance of that bloody mandato,

I have a thousand things to say,
A set of chosen ruffians wait to end thee: But cannot, dare not, stay to look on her.
There was but one way left me to preserve thee; Thus gloomy ghosts, where'er the breaking morn
I took it; and this morning sent my warrant

Gives notice of the cheerful sun's return,
To seize thy person-
But begone!

Fade at the light, with horror stand oppressed, Pem. "Tis so

o'tis truth I see his honest And shrink before the purple dawning east; heart

Swift with the fleeting shades they wing their way, Guil. I have a friend of well-tried faith and And dread the brightness of the rising day. courage,

[Exeunt Guilford and Peinbroke. Who, with a fit disguise, and arms concealed, Attends without, to guide thee bence with safety.

SCENE II. Pem. What is Northumberland? And what art thou?

Enter Lady Jane, reading. Guil. Waste not the time. Away!

L. J. Gray. 'Tis false! The thinking soul is Pem. Here let ine fix,

somewhat more And gaze with everlasting wonder on thee. Than symmetry of atoms well disposed, What is there good or excellent in man,

The harmony of matter. Farewell else That is not found in thee? Thy virtues flash, The hope of all bereafter, that new lite, They break at once on my astonished soul; That separate intellect, wbich must survive, As if the curtains of the dark were drawn, When this fine frame is mouldered into dust. To let in day at midnight. Guil. Think me true;

Enter Guilford. And though ill fortune crossed upon our friend- Guil. What read'st thou there, my queen? ship

L. J. Gray. 'Tis Plato's Phædon; Pem. Curse on our fortune !—Think I know Where dying Soerates takes leave of life, :thee honest.

With such an easy, careless, calm indifference, Guil. For ever I could hear thee--but thy life, As if the trifle were of no account; Oh, Pembroke! linger not

Mean in itself, and only to be worn Pem. And can I leave thee,

In honour of the giver. Ere I have clasped thee in my eager arms,

Guil. Shall thy soul And given thee back my sad repenting heart? Still scorn the world, still fy the joys that court Believe me, Guilford, like the patriarch's dove, Thy blooming beauty, and thy tender youth?

(Embracing. Still shall she soar on contemplation's wing, It wandered forth, but found no resting place, And mix with nothing meaner than the stars; Till it came home again to lodge with thee. As heaven and immortality alone Guil. What is there that my soul can more de- Were objects worthy to employ her faculties? sire,

L. J. Gray. Bate but thy truth, what is there Than these dear marks of thy returning friend- here below ship?

Deserves the least regard? Is it not time

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