SCENE II. The King discovered on a Couch. Whose better care gives quiet to the mind; cy; Him too, the bankrupt Charles can only pay But the poor gratitude of thanks, warm from the heart. Say, my good lord, have you so soften'd rigour, That I may see my children ere I die? Jux. It is permitted, sir; they wait without; I would not let them enter, till I knew You were prepar'd, and ready for the interview. [Exit JUXON. King. Good Juxon, lead them hither. the father, Now Let no advantage break; nor any view The string, prerogative, when strain'd too high, And happier than his father. Wilt thou, James, Remember this? James. Oh, doubt not, royal sir! Can what my father says escape my memory; James. Would I could weep the blood that For water wrongs my sorrow. King. My dear Elizabeth, Draw near, and take thy dying father's blessing. Holds her as dear, even in this hour of death, Farewell, Elizabeth! and let thy love Eliz. Alas, my father, I but now have found A passage for my words, and yet you say, Farewell, already! King. Come, my little Glo'ster, I'll wipe it dry, and warm it with my hand, King. Glo'ster, when I am dead, your brother Charles Is then your king and master- -Love and obey him. These men who shall cut off thy father's head, When I am dead, perhaps, may make thee king; But do not thou, I charge thee, on my blessing, King. Thou art the child of duty: hear me, Accept the crown while thy two brothers live; Consider, Glo'ster, they were born before thee, And have an elder title-Wilt thou, Glo'ster? Glo. A king! No, they shall tear me first in pieces. King. Oh, nature, nature, do not strike so deeply! This scene is worse than death--I am ready, sir. James. Oh, sir! Eliz. My lord! Glo. My father! King, Oh! [TOMLINSON at the door. Glo. I cannot part from you, my dearest father. Would not those bloody men that cut your head off, I should beg it, cut off mine? King. Heart, thou art marble, not to break at this et I must go; for dire necessity las struggled long with my paternal fondness, And has at length prevail'd. Farewell, at once. [Going, returns. thought I had taken my last leave of them; But find that nature calls me back again, And asks another look, another parting kiss. Be virtuous, and be happy. [Embrace. [They are led off. King. So, now 'tis over—— Let thy friendly aid, Glo. Oh, my poor father! Good Juxon, bear me company to death- Rich. Oh, fatal day! now horror is on foot of Rich. Look where Fairfax comes; His motion wild, and his distemper'd eye Shoots fire around, and speaks some strange emotion. Enter FAIRFAX. Fair. Curs'd be the villain's arts and every wile That wrought me to believe him! Oh Credulity, Thou hast as many ears as Fame has tongues, Open to every sound of truth and falsehood! 'Tis now too late, impossible to save him: Fool that I was, I knew him for a villain, Yet trusted to him, to the monster Cromwell. Rich. Fairfax, the world acquits thee of the deed; Thy power has labour'd strongly for his safety: Behold where Juxon the good bishop comes, Return'd from his last service to his master. Fair. I will not stay to hear the sad relation, But think on my revenge on Cromwell; May the mercy which he deny'd to "Charles's mortal part Ne'er light upon his soul, though at his last entreaty! A monument of shame to the present age, Strengthen'd by union: then the king's command Is lost in the obedience of the subject: [Exeunt. EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY A FRIEND. For government of kings, and petticoats. Debates, like a male senate, we could handle; And move, as well as they, to-snuff a candle: Our ayes and noes with one shrill voice declare, And none be mutes, but all, all speakers there. Now, on our stage, while Charles once more is try'd, He hopes none here can prove a regicide: A milder sentence to receive, his trust is, Tremendous pit, in your high court of justice. If bravely you'd support the good old cause, Atone your fathers' crimes by your applause; Lay not a barb'rous tax on your good-nature, Nor raise in spleen the funds of wit, by satire. GUSTAVUS VASA, THE DELIVERER OF HIS COUNTRY. BY BROOKE. PROLOGUE. RITONS, this night presents a state distrest, hough brave, yet vanquish'd, and, though great, opprest; ice, rav'ning vulture, on her vitals prey'd, The wealthy, poorly, for superfluous gold. Ask ye, what law their conquering cause con- Great nature's law, the law within the breast; Such, such of old the first-born natives were, Our bard, exalted in a free-born flame, PETERSON, a Swedish nobleman, secretly of the AERTES, a young Danish nobleman, attendant GUSTAVUS, formerly general of the Swedes, and first cousin to the deceased king. ANDERSON, chief lord of Dalecarlia. WOMEN. Prisoners in Cristiern's camp. CRISTINA, daughter to Cristiern. ARVIDA, of the royal blood of Sweden, friend VOL. II. L ACT I. SCENE I.-The Inside of the Copper-mines of Or turn upon our hunters. Dalecarlia. Enter ANDERSON, ARNOLDUS, and Servants, with torches. And. You tell me wonders. [Points behind the scenes. And. Now, Gustavus! Thou prop and glory of inglorious Sweden, Where art thou, mightiest man?—Were he but here! I'll tell thee, my Arnoldus, I beheld him, As the browed evening ere the thunder break; In vain we followed, where he swept the field; And. What horrors hang around! the savage 'Twas death alone could wait upon Gustavus. race Ne'er hold their den, but where some glimmer ing ray May bring the cheer of morn. What, then, is he? Arn. Draw but the veil of his apparent wretchedness, And And I will win him, spite of his reserve, Arn. 'Tis nobly promised; For worth is rare, and wants a friend in Sweden; To veil his name, and cloud his shine of virtues; And. True, Arnoldus; Were there a prince, throughout the sceptered globe, Who searched out merit, for its due preferment, Arn. So Cristiern holds. He claims our country as by right of conquest, Arn. This rising day, this instant hour, Arn. He was, indeed, whate'er our wish cou of night, Since here he first arrived, in servile weeds, But yet of mien majestic. I observed him, And, ever as I gazed, some nameless charm, A wondrous greatness not to be concealed, Broke through his form, and awed my soul fore him. Amid these mines, he earns the hireling's E tion; His hands out-toil the hind; while, on his br |