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And gave the yielding beauty to my arms Unsheath thy weapon. If the sword be drawn, Pem. What, hear it! Stand and listen to thy If once we meet on terms like those, farewell triumph!

To every thought of friendship; one must fall. Thou thinkest me tame indeed. No, hold, I Pem. Curse on thy friendship! I would break charge thee,

the band. Lest I forget that ever we were friends!

Guil. That as you please-Beside, this place Lest, in the rage of disappointed love,

is sacred, I rush at once and tear thee for thy falsehood ! And will not be profaned with brawls and outGuil. Thou warnest me well; and I were rash, rage. as thou art,

You know I dare be found on any summons. To trust the secret sum of all my happiness Pem. 'Tis well. My vengeance shall not loiter With one not master of himself. Farewell.

long:

[Going. Henceforward let the thoughts of our past lives Pem. Ha! art thou going? Think not thus to Be turned to deadly and remorseless hate ! part,

Here I give up the empty name of friend, Nor leave me on the rack of this uncertainty. Renounce all gentleness, all commerce with thee; Guil. What wouldst thou further?

To death defy thee as my mortal foe; Pem. Tell it to me all;

And, when we meet again, may swift destruction Say thou art married, say thou hast possessed Rid me of thee, or rid me of myself! her,

[Exit Pembroke. And rioted in vast excess of bliss,

Guil. The fate, I ever feared, is fallen upon me; That I may curse myself, and thee, and her! And long ago my boding heart divined Come, tell me how thou didst supplant thy friend! A breach like this from his ungoverned rage. How didst thou look with that betraying face, Oh, Pembroke! thou hast done me much injusAnd, snuiling, plot my ruin?

tice, Guil, Give me way.

For I have borne thee true unfeigned affection; When thou art better tempered, I may tell thee, 'Tis past, and thou art lost to me for ever.

1 And vindicate at full my love and friendship: Love is, or ought to be, our greatest bliss; Pem. And dost thou hope to shun me then, Since every other joy, how dear soever, thou traitor?

Gives way to that, and we leave all for lore. No, I will have it now, this moment from thee, At the imperious tyrant's lordly call, Or drag the secret out from thy false heart. In spite of reason or restraint we come, Guil. Away, thou madman! I would talk to Leave kindred, parents, and our native home. winds,

The trembling maid, with all her fears, he And reason with the rude tempestuous surge,

charms, Sooner than hold discourse with raye like thine. And pulls her from her weeping mother's arms : Pem. Tell it, or, by my injured love, I swear, He laughs at all her leagues, and, in proud scorn,

(Laying his hand upon his sword. Commands the bands of friendship to be torn; I'll stab the lurking treason in thy heart

. Disdains a partner should partake his throne, Guil. Ha! stay thee there; nor let thy frantic But reigns unbounded, lawless, and alone. hand [Stopping him.

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ACT IIL

SCENE 1.- The Tower.

Oh, Winchester! thy hoary frozen age

Can never guess my pain; can never know
Enter PEMBROKE and GARDINER.

The burning transports of untamed desire. Gar. Nay, by the rood, my lord, you were to I tell thee, reverend lord, to that one bliss, blame,

To the enjoyment of that lovely maid,
To let a hair-brained passion be your guide, As to their centre, I had drawn each hope,
And hurry you into such mad extremes.

And every wish my furious soul could form; Marry, you might have made much worthy pro- Still with regard to that my brain forethought, fit,

And fashioned every action of my life. By patient hearing; the unthinking lord Then, to be robbed at once, and, unsuspecting, Had brought forth every secret of his soul; Be dashed in all the height of expectation! Then when you were the master of his bosom, It was not to be borne. That was the time to use him with contempt, Gar. Have you not heard of what has happenAnd turn his friendship back upon his hands.

ed since? Pem. Thou talkest as if a madınan could be Pem. I have not had a minute's peace of mind, wise.

A moment's pause, to rest from rage, or thrink,

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Gar. Learn it from me then: But ere I speak, Pem. And wouldst thou have my fierce impaI warn you to be master of yourself.

tience stay? Though, as you know, they have confined me Bid me lie bound upon a rack, and wait long,

For distant joys, whole ages yet behind ? Graʼmercy to their goodness, prisoner here; Can love attend on politicians' schemes, Yet as I am allowed to walk at large

Expect the slow events of cautious counsels, Within the Tower, and hold free speech with any, Cold unresolving heads, and creeping time? I have not dreamt away my thoughtless hours, Gar. To-day, or I am ill informed, NorthumWithout good heed to these our righteous rulers. berland, Το prove this true, this morn å trusty spy

With easy Suffolk, Guilford, and the rest, Has brought me word, that yester evening late, Meet here in council, on some deep design, In spite of all the grief for Edward's death, Some traiterous contrivance, to protect Your friends were married.

Their upstart faith from near approaching ruin. Pem. Married ! who? - Damnation ! But there are punishments—halters and axes Gar. Lord Guilford Dudley, and the lady For traitors, and consuming flames for heretics : Jane.

The happy bridegroom may be yet cut short, Pem. Curse on my stars!

Even in bis highest hope-But go not you, Gar. Nay, in the name of grace,

Howe'er the fawning sire, old Dudley, court you; Restrain this sinful passion! all's not lost No, by the holy rood, I charge you, mix not In this one single woman.

With their pernicious counsels. — Mischief waits Pem: I have lost

them, More than the female world can give me back. Sure, certain, unavoidable destruction. I had beheld even her whole sex, unmoved, Pem. Ha! join with them! the cursed Dudley's Looked o'er them like a bed of gaudy flowers,

race! That lift their painted heads, and live a day, Who, while they held me in their arms, betrayed Then shed their trisling glories unregarded :

ine; My heart disdained their beauties, till she came, Scorned me for not suspecting they were villains, With every grace that Nature's hand could give, And made a mockery of my easy friendship! And with a mind so great, it spoke its essence No, when I do, dishonour be my portion, Immortal and divine.

And swift perdition catch me.-

2.- Join with them! Gar. She was a wonder;

Gar. I would not have you—lie you to the Detraction must allow that. Pem. The virtues came,

And join with those that love our ancient faith. Sorted in gentle fellowship, to crown her, Gather your friends about you, and be ready As if they meant to mend each other's work. To assert our zealous Mary's royal title, Candour with goodness, fortitude with sweetness, And doubt not but her grateful hand shall give Strict piety, and love of truth, with learning, More than the schools of Athens ever knew, To see your soul's desire upon your enemies. Or her own Plato taught. A wonder, Winches- The church shall pour her ample treasures forth ter!

too, Thou know'st not what she was, nor can I speak And pay you with ten thousand years of pardon. her,

Pem. No; keep your blessings back, and give More than to say, she was that only blessing

me vengeance ! My soul was set upon—and I have lost her. Give me to tell that soft deceiver, Guilford, Gar. Your state is not so bad as you would Thus, traitor, hast thou done, thus hast thou make it;

wronged me, Nor need you thus abandon every hope. And thus thy treason finds a just reward! Pem. Ha! wilt thou save me, snatch me from Gar. But, soft! no more! the lords of the despair,

council comeAnd bid me live again?

Ha! by the mass, the bride and bridegroom too! Gar. She may be yours.

Retire with me, my lord; we must not meet Suppose her husband die.

them. Pem. O vain, vain hope!

Pem. 'Tis they themselves, the cursed happy Gur. Marry, I do not hold that hope so vain.

pair! These gospellers have had their golden days, Haste, Winchester, haste! let us fly for ever, And lorded it at will; with proud despite And drive her from my very thoughts, if possible. Have trodden down our holy Roman faith, Oh ! love, what have I lost! Oh! reverend lord! Ravsacked our shrines, and driven her saints to Pity this fond, this foolish weakness in me! exile.

Methinks, I go like our first wretched father, But if my divination fail me not,

When from his blissful garden he was driven: Their baughty hearts shall be abased ere long, Like me he went despairing, and like me, And feel the vengeance of our Mary's reign. Thus at the gate stopt short for one last view!

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Then with the cheerless partner of his woe, Whose royal veins are rich in Henry's blood,
He turned him to the world that lay below : With one consent the noblest heads are bowed :
There, for his Eden's happy plains, beheld From thee they ask a sanction to their counsels,
A barren, wild uncomfortable field;

And from thy healing hand expect a cure,
He saw 'twas vain his ruin to deplore,

For England's loss in Edward. He tried to give the sad remembrance o'er;

L. J. Gray. How! froin me ! The sad remembrance still returned again,

Alas! my lord-But surethou meanst to mock me? And his lost paradise renewed his pain.

Guil. No; by the love my faithful heart is full of! [Ereunt Pembroke and Gardiner. But see, thy mother, gracious Suffolk, comes

To intercept my story: she shall tell thee;
SCENE II.

For in her look" I read the labouring thought,

What vast event thy fate is now disclosing. Enter Lord GUILFORD and Lady Jane. Guil. What shall I say to thee! What power

Enter the Duchess of SUFFOLK. divine

Duch. Suff: No more complain; indulge thy Will teach my tongue to tell thee what I feel?

tears no more ; To pour the transports of my bosom forth, Thy pious grief has given the grave its due : And make thee partner of the joy dwells there? Let thy heart kindle with the highest hopes; For thou art confortless, full of affliction, Expand thy bosom; let thy soul, enlarged, Heary of heart as the forsaken widow,

Make room to entertain the coining glory! And desolate as orphans. Oh! my fair one! For majesty and purple greatness court thee; Thy Edward shines amongst the brightest stars, Homage, and low subjection, wait; a crown, And yet thy sorrows seek him in the grave. That makes the princes of the earth like gods; L. J. Gray. Alas, my dearest lord! a thousand A crown, my daughter, England's crown attends, griefs

To bind thy brows with its imperial wreath. Beset my anxious heart: and yet, as if

L. J. Gray. Amazement chills my veins ! The burthen were too little, I have added

What says my mother? The weight of all thy cares; and, like the miser, Duch. Suff: ’lis Heaven's decree; for our exIncrease of wealth has made ine but more wretch

piring Edward, ed.

When now, just struggling to his native skies, The morning light seems not to ris as usual, Even on the verge of heaven, in sight of angels, It dawns not to me, like my virgin days,

That hovered round, to waft him to the stars, But brings new thoughts and other fears upon Even then declared my Jane for his successor. me;

L. J. Gray. Could Edward do this? could the I tremble, and my anxious heart is pained,

dying saint Lest anght but good should happen to my Guil- Bequeath his crown to me? Oh, fatal bounty ! ford.

To me! But 'tis impossible! We dreamn. Guil. Nothing but good can happen to thy A thousand and a thousand bars oppose me, Guilford,

Rise in my way, and intercept iny passage. While thou art by his side, his better angel, Even you, my gracious mother, what must you be, His blessing and his guard.

Ere I can be a queen? L. J. Gray. Why came we hither?

Duch. Suff. That, and that only, Why was I drawn to this unlucky place,

Thy mother; fonder of that tender name, This Tower, so often stained with royal blood? Than all the proud additions power can give. Here the fourth Edwarrl's helpless sons were mur- Yes, I will give up all my share of greatness, dered,

And live in low obscurity for ever, And pious Henry fell by ruthless Gloster : To see thee raised, thou darling of my heart, Is this the place allotted for rejoicing ?

And fixed upon a throne. But see; thy father, The bower adorned to keep our nuptial feast in? | Northumberland, with all the council, come Methinks Suspicion and Distrust dwell here, To pay their vowed allegiance at thy feet, Staring, with meagre forms, through grated win-To kneel, and call thee queen. dows :

L. J. Gray. Support ine, Guilford ; Death lurks within, and unrelenting Punishment: Give me thy aid ; stay thou my fainting soul, Without, grim Danger, Fear, and fiercest Power, And help me to repress this growing danger. Sit on the rude old towers, and Gothic battle

Enter SUFFOLK, NORTHUMBERLAND, Lords and ments; While Horror overlooks the dreadful wall,

others of the Privy Council, And frowns on all around.

North Hail, sacred princess ! sprung from anGuil. In safety here,

cient kings, The lords of the council have this morn decreed Our England's dearest hope, undoubted offspring To meet, and, with united care, support

Of York and Lancaster's united line; The feeble tottering state. To thee, my princess, By whose bright zeal, by whose victorious faith,

VOL. I.

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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 affirm 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, my 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 ponpous 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 toy, 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. Gruy. 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 an racks shall 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,

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

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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 Rome 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 foe 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, Ileaven! 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 shrines again : Guil. Oh, my queeu!

While those of 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 innocents, in hope; 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 ine with this royal wretchedness! Of hair-brained real, and cruel coward priests? Let ine not know one happy minute mure; 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 alarms; At every danger which invades our England; If only I can save you,

if My cold heart kindles at the great occasion, Has marked me out to be the public victim, And could be more than man in her 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 Edward's 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 queen? 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 scruple.

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 !

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