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Guil. Oh, teach me! say, what energy divine Guil. Fain would I cheer my heart with hopes Inspires thy softer sex, and tender years,

like these; With such unshaken courage! ..61

But my sad thoughts turn ever to the grave; L. J. Gray. Truth and innocence ; 1

To that last dwelling, whither now we haste; A conscious knowledge rooted in my heart, Where the black shade shall interpose betwist is, That to have saved my country was my duty. And veil thee from these longing eyes for ever. Yes, England, yes, my country, I would save L. J. Gray. 'Tis true, by those dark paths ou thee;

journey leads, But Heaven forbids, Heaven disallows my weak. And through the vale of death we pass to life. ness;

But what is there in death to blast our hopes? And to some dear selected hero's hand

Behold the universal marks of nature, Reserves the glory of thy great deliverance. Where life still springs from death. To us the Lieut. My lord, my orders

sun Guil. See! we must-must part.

Dies every night, and every morn revives : I. J. Gray. Yet surely we shall meet again. The flowers, which winter's icy hand destroyed, Guil. Oh! Where?

Lift their fair heads, and live again in spring. L. J. Gray. If not on earth, among yon gold- Mark, with what hopes upon the furrowed pain, en stars,

The careful ploughman casts the premant grain; Where other suns arise on other earths,

There hid, as in a grave, a while it lies, And happier beings rest on happier seats : Till the revolving season buis it rise; Where, with a reach enlarged, our souls shall Till nature's genial powers comuand a birtil, view

And potent call it from the teeming earth The great Creator's never-ceasing hand

Then large increase the buried treasures yield, Pour forth new worlds to all eternity,

And with full harvest crown the plenteous field. And people the infinity of space.

[Ereunt severally with guards 1 ACT V.

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How goes the morning?
SCENE I. Continues..

Lieut. Not yet tour, my lord.

Gar. By ten they meet their fate. Yet one Enter GARDINER, as Lord Chancellor, and the

thing more. Lieutenant of the Tower. Servants with lights You know 'twas ordered that the lady Jane before them.

Should suffer here within the Tower. Take care Licut. Good morning to your lordship; you No crowds inay be let in, no maudlin gazers, rise early,

To wet their handkerchiefs, and anake report Gar. Nay, by the rood, there are too many How like a saint she ended. Some fit number, sleepers ;

And those, too, of our friends, were most conveSome must stir early, or the state shall suffers

nient; Did you, as yesterday our mandate bade, But, above all, see that good guard be kept : Inform your prisoners, lady Jane and Guilford, You know the queen is lodged at present here; They were to die this day?

Take care that no disturbance reach her highness. Lieut. My lord, I did.

And so good morning, good master lieutenant. Gar. 'Tis well. But say, how did your mes

(Erit Licutenant. sage like them?

How now! What light comes here? Lieut. My lord, they met the summons with a Ser. So please your lordship, temper,

If I mistake not, 'tis the earl of Pembroke. That shewed a solemn, serious sense of death, Gar. Pembroke! 'Tis he: What calls hiir Mixed with a noble scorn of all its terrors.

forth thus early? In short, they heard me with the self-same pa

Somewhat he seems to bring of high import; tience,

Some flame uncommon kindles up his soul, With which they still have borne them in their And flashes forth impetuous at his eyes.

prison. In one request they both concurred; each begged

Enter PEMBROKE; a Page with a light before

him. To die before the other. Gar. That dispose

Good morrow, noble Pembroke! What importuAs you think fitting. Lieut. The lord Guilford only

And strong necessity breaks on your slumbers, Implored another boon, and urged it warmly; And rears your youthful head from off your palThat, ere he suffered, he might see his wife,

low And take a last farewell.

At this unwholesome hour; while yet the night Gar. That's not much ;

Lasts in her latter course, and with her raw That grace may be allowed him. See you to it. And rheumy damps infests the dusky air ?



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Pem. Oh, reverend Winchester ! my beating Like that which waits the world, were universal. heart

Pem. And can that sacred form, that angel's Exults and labours with the joy it bears :

voice, The news I bring shall bless the breaking morn. Which moved the hearts of a rude, ruthless crowd, This coming day the sun shall rise more glorious Nay, moved even thine, now sue in vain for pity, Than when his maiden beams first gilded o'er Gar. Alas! you look on her with lover's eyes: The rich immortal greens, the flow'ry plains, I hear and see through reasonable organs, And fragrant bowers of paradise new-born! Where passion has no part. Come, come, my Gar. What happiness is this?

lord, Pem. 'Tis mercy, mercy,

You have too little of the statesman in

you. The mark of Heaven impressed on human kind; Pem. And you, my lord, too little of the churchMercy, that glads the world, deals joy around; Mercy, that smoothes the dreadful brow of power, is not the sacred purpose of our faith And makes dominion light; mercy, that saves, Peace and good-will to man? The hallowed hand, Binds up the broken heart, and heals despair. Ordained to bless, should know no stain of blood. Mary, our royal, ever-gracious mistress,

'Tis true, I am not practised in your politics; Has to my services and humblest prayers 'Twas your pernicious counsel led the queen Granted the lives of Guilford and his wife; To break her promise with the men of Suffolk, Full and free pardon!

To violate, what in a prince should be Gar. Ha! What said you? Pardon!

Sacred above the rest, her royal word. But sure you cannot mean it; could not urge Gar. Yes, and I dare avow it: I advised her The queen to such a rash and ill-timed grace? To break through all engagements made with What! save the lives of those who wore her

heretics, crown!

And keep no faith with such a miscreant crew. My lord ! 'tis most unweighed, pernicious coun- Pem. Where shall we seek for truth, when sel,

even religion, And must not be complied with.

The priestly robe and mitred head, disclaim it? Pem. Not complied with !

But thus bad men dishonour the best cause. And who shall dare to bar her sacred pleasure, I tell thee, Winchester, doctrines like thine And stop the stream of mercy?

Have stained our holy church with greater inGar. That will I;

famy Who will not see her gracious disposition Than all your eloquence can wipe away. Drawn to destroy herself.

Hence 'tis, that those who differ from our faith, Pem. Thy narrow soul

Brand us with breach of oaths, with persecution, Knows not the godlike glory of forgiving: With tyranny o'er conscience, and proclaim Nor can thy cold, thy ruthless heart conceive, Our scarlet prelates men that thirst for blood, How large the power, how fixed the empire is, And Christian Rome more cruel than the pagan. Which benefits confer on generous minds: Gar. Nay, if you rail, farewell. The queen Goodness prevails upon the stubborn foes,

must be And conquers more than even Cæsar's sword did. Better advised, than thus to cherish vipers, Gar. These are romantic, light, vain-glorious Whose mortal stings are armed against her life. dreams.

But while I hold the seal, no pardon passes Have you considered well upon the danger? For heretics and traitors.

[Erit GAR. How dear to the fond many, and how popular Pem. 'Twas unlucky These are whom you would spare ? Have you To meet and cross upon this froward priest : 1 forgot;

But let me lose the thought on't ; let me haste, When at the bar, before the seat of judgment, Pour my glad tidings forth in Guilford's bosom, This lady Jane, this beauteous traitress, stood, And pay him back the life his friendship saved. With what command she charmed the whole as

[Erit. sembly? With silent grief the mournful audience sat,

SCENE II. Fixed on her face, and listening to her pleading The Lady JANE kneeling, as at her devotion ; a Her very judges wrung their hands for pity; Their old hearts melted in them as she spoke,

light, and a book placed on a table before her.

Enter Lieutenant of the Tower, Lord Guil-
And tears ran down upon their silver beards.
Even I myself was moved, and for a moment FORD, and one of Lady Jane's women.
Felt wrath suspended in my doubtful breast, Lieut. Let me not press upon your lordship
And questioned if the voice I heard was mortal.

But when her tale was done, what loud applause, But wait your leisure in the anti-chamber.
Like bursts of thunder, shook the spacious hall! Guil. I will not hold you long.
At last, when, sore constrained, the unwilling

(Exit Lieutenant. lords

Wom. Softly, my lord! Pronounced the fatal sentence on her life, For yet, behold she kneels. Before the night A peal of groans ran through the crowded court, Had reached her middle space, she left her bed, As every heart was broken, and the doom, And with a pleasing, sober cheerfulness,

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As for her funeral, arrayed herself

But she, she too, in whom alone thou liv'st, In those sad solemn weeds. Since then, her knee The partner of thy heart, thy love is safe. Has known that posture only, and her eye, Guil. Millions of blessings wait her !-las Or fixed upon the sacred page before her,

she tell me, Or lifted, with her rising hopes, to heaven. Oh, has she spared my wife? Guil. See, with what zeal those holy hands are Pem. Both, both are pardoned. reared !

But haste, and do thou lead me to thy saint, Mark her vermilion lip, wii' fervour trembling; That I may cast myself beneath her feet, Her spotless bosom swells with sacred ardour, And beg her to accept this poor amends And burns with ecstasy and strong devotion ; For all I've done against her-Thou fair excelHer supplication sweet, her faithful vows


(Kweeling: Fragrant and pure, and grateful to high Heaven, Canst thou forgive the hostile hand, that armed Like incense from the golden censer rise; Against thy cause, and robbed thee of a crown? Or blessed angels minister unseen,

L. J. Gray. Oh, rise, my lord, and let me take Catch the soft sounds, and with alternate office,

your posture! Spread their ambrosial wings, then mount with joy, Life and the world are hardly worth my care, And waft them upwards to the throne of grace. But you have reconciled me to them both; But she has ended, and comes forward.


let me pay my gratitude, and for
(Lady JANE rises, and comes towards the This free, this noble, unexpected mercy,
front of the stage.

Thus low I bow to Heaven, the queen, and youl. L. J. Gray. Ha !

Pem. To me! forbid it goodness! if I live, Art thou my Guilford? Wherefore dost thou come, Somewhat I will do shall deserve your thanks To break the settled quiet of my soul ?

All discord and remembrance of offence I meant to part without another pang,

Shall be clean blotted out; and for your freeAnd lay my weary head down full of peace.

dom, Guil. Forgive the fondness of my longing soul, Myself have underta’en to be your caution. That melts with tenderness, and leans toward thee, Hear me, you saints, and aid my pious purpose ! Though the imperious, dreadful voice of fate These that deserve so much, this wondrous par, Summon her hence, and warn her from the world. Let these be happy: every joy attend them; But if to see thy Guilford give thce pain, A fruitful bed, a chain of love unbroken, Would I had died, and never more beheld thee, A good old age, to see their children's children ; Though my lamenting discontented ghost A holy death, and everlasting memory; Had wandered forth unblessed by those dear eyes, while I resign to them my share of happiness, And wailed thy loss in death's eternal shades ! Contented still to want what they enjoy, L. J. Gray. My heart has ended every earth. And singly to be wretched !

ly care,
And offered up its prayers for thee and England,

Enter Lieutenant of the Tower.
And fixed its hopes upon a rock unfailing; Lieut. The Lord Chancellor
While all the little business that remained, Is come with orders from the queen.
Was but to pass the forms of death and con-

Enter GARDINER, and Attendant. And leave a life become indifferent to me.

Pem. Ha ! Winchester ! But thou hast wakened other thoughts within me; Gar. The queen, whose days be many, Thy sight, my dearest husband and my lord, By me confirms her first accorded grace; Strikes on the tender strings of love and nature: But, as the pious princess means her mercy, My vanquished passions rise again, and tell me, Should reach e'en to the soul as well as body, 'Tis more, far more than death to part from thee. By me she signifies her royal pleasure,

That thou, lord Guilford, and the lady Jane, Enter PEMBROKE.

Do instantly renounce, abjure your heresy, Pem. Oh, let me fly! bear me, thou swift im- And yield obedience to the see of Rome. patience,

L.-J. Gray. What! turn apostate? And lodge me in my faithful Guilford's arms, Guil. Ha! forego my faith!

[Embracing. Gar. This one condition only seals your pero That I may snatch him from the greedy grave,

don : That I may warm his gentle heart with joy, But if, through pride of heart, and stubboru obAnd talk to him of life, of life and pardon!

stinacy, Guil. What means my dearest Pembroke? With wilful hands you push the blessing from you, Pem. Oh, my speech

And shut your eyes against such manifest light, Is choaked with words that crowd to tell my ti- Know ye, your former sentence stands confirune', dings !

And you must die to-day. But I have saved thee-and-Oh, joy unutter- Pem. "Tis false as hell! able !

The mercy of the queen was free and full. The queen, my gracious, my forgiving mistress, Think'st thou that princes merchandize their Has given not only thee to my request,


As Roman priests their pardons? Do they barter, 1 Forgetting ceremony, like two friends
Screw up, like you, the buyer to a price, That have a little business to be done,
And doubly sell what was designed a gift? Take a short leave, and haste to meet again.
Gar. My lord, this language ill beseems your Guil

, Rest on that hope, my soul—my wife nobleness;

L. J. Gray. No more. Nor come I here to bandy words with madmen. Guil. My sight hangs on thee-Oh, support Behold the royal signet of the queen,

me, Heaven, Which amply speaks her meaning.—You, the In this last pang—and let us meet in bliss ! prisoners,

[GUILFORD is led off by the guard. Have heard, at large, its purport, and must in- L. J. Gray. Can nature bear this stroke? stantly

Wom. Alas, she faints ! [Supporting Resolve upon the choice of life or death.

L. J. Gray. Wilt thou fail now- - The killing Pem. Curse on-But wherefore do I loiter

stroke is pat, here?

And all the bitterness of death is o'er. I'll to the queen this moment, and there know Gar. Here let the dreadful hand of vengeance What 'tis this mischief-making priest intends.


[Erit. Have pity on your youth, and blooming beauty; Gar. Your wisdom points you out a proper Cast not away the good which Heaven bestows; course.

Time may have many years in store for you, A word with you, Lieutenant.

All crowned with fair prosperity. Your husband (Talks with the Lieutenant aside. llas perished in perverseness. Guil. Must we part, then ?

L. J. Gray. Cease, thou raven, What are those hopes that fattered us but now; Nor violate, with thy profaner malice, Those joys, that, like the spring, with all its flowers, My bleeding Guilford's ghost~'Tis gone, 'tis Poured out their pleasures every where around us?

flown : In one poor minute gone; at once they withered, But lingers on the wing, and waits for me. And left their place all desolate behind them.

[The scene draws, and discovers a scafL. J. Gray. Such is this foolish world, and

fold hung with black, executioner such the certainty

and guards. Of all the boasted blessings it bestows : And see my journey's end. Then, Guilford, let us have no more to do with it; i Wom. My dearest lady! (Weeping. Think only how to leave it as we ought;

2 Wom. Oh, misery ! But trust no more, and be deceived no more. L. J. Gray. Forbear, my gentle maids,

Guil. Yes, I will copy thy divine example, Nor wound my peace with fruitless lamentations; And tread the paths are pointed out by thee: The good and gracious hand of Providence By thee instructed, to the fatal block

Shall raise you better friends than I have been. I bend my head with joy, and think it happiness 1 Wom. Oh, never, never! To give iny life a ralisom for my faith.

L. J. Gray. Help to disarray, From thee, thou angel of my heart, I learn And fit me for the block; do this last service, That greatest, hardest task, to part with thee. And do it chearfully. Now you will see LJ. Gray. Oh, gloriously resolved ! Ileaven Your poor unhappy mistress sleep in

peace, is my witness,

And cease from all her sorrows. These few My heart rejoices in thee more even now,

trifles, Thus constant as thou art, in death thus faithful, The pledges of a dying mistress' love, Than when the holy priest first joined our hands, Receive and share among you. Thou, Maria, And knit the sacred knot of bridal love.

[To 1 Wom Gar. The day wears fast; Lord Guilford, have Hast been my old, my very faithful servant: you thought?

In dear remembrance of thy love, I leave thee. Will you say hold on life?

This book, the law of everlasting truth : Guil. What are the terms ?

Make it thy treasure still; 'twas my support, Gar. Death, or the mass, attend you.

When all help else forsook me. Guil. 'Tis determined :

Gar. Will you yet Lead to the scaffold.

Repent, be wise, and save your precious life? Gar. Bear him to his fate.

L. J. Gruy. Oh, Winchester! has learning Guil. Oh, let me fold thee once more in my

taught thee that, arms,

To barter truth for life? Thou dearest treasure of my heart, and print Gur. Mistaken folly! A dying husband's kiss upon thy lip!

You toil and travail for your own perdition, Shall we not live again, even in those forms? And die for damned errors. Shall I not gaze upon thee with these eyes? L. J. Gray. Who judge rightly, L. J. Gray. Oh, wherefore dost thou soothe And who persists in error, will be known, me with thy softness?

Then, when we meet again. Once more, fare. Why dost thou wind thyself about my heart,


(To her Women. And make this separation painful to us? Goodness be ever with you. When I'm dead, Here break we off at once; and let us now,

Entreat they do no rude, dishonest wrong

To my cold, headless corpse; but see it shrouded, | That struck my Guilford! Oh, his bleeding And decent laid in earth.

trunk Gar. Wilt thou then die ?

Shall live in these distracted eyes for ever!

Thy blood be on thy head.

Curse on thy fatal arts, thy cruel counsels ! L. J. Gray. My blood be where it falls ; let

(TO GARDINER the earth hide it ;

The queen is deaf, and pitiless as thou art. And may it never rise, or call for vengeance. Gar. The just reward of heresy and treason Oh, that it were the last shall fall a victim

fallen upon them both, for their vain obstie To zeal's inhuman wrath! Thou, gracious Hea

nay; ven,

Untimely death, with infamy on earth, Hear and defend at length thy suffering people; And everlasting punishment hereafter. Raise up a monarch of the royal blood,

Pem, And canst thou tell? Who gave thee to Brave, pious, equitable, wise, and good.

explore In thy due season let the hero come,

The secret purposes of Heaven, or taught thee To save thy altars from the rage of Rome: To set a bound to mercy unconfined ? Long let him reign, to bless the rescued land, But know, thou proud, perversely-judging WinAnd deal out justice with a righteous hand.

chester! And when he fails, oh, may he leave a son, Howe'er

you hard, imperious censures doom, With equal virtues to adorn his throne; And portion out our lot in worlds to come, To latest times the blessing to convey,

Those, who, with honest hearts, pursue the right, And guard that faith for which I die to-day! And follow faithfully truth's sacred light,

(Lady JANE goes up to the scaffold. Though suffering here, shall from their sorrow The scene closes.


Rest with the saints, and dwell in endless peace. Enter PEMBROKE.

(Eseunt. Pem. Horror on horror! Blasted be the hand

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The palms of virtue heroes oft have worn; What sense of such a bounty can be shown! Those wreaths to-night a female brow adorn. But Heav'n must make the vast reward its own, The destin'd saint, unfortunately brave,

And stars shall join to make her future crown. Sunk with those altars which she strove to save. Your gratitude with ease may be expressed; Greatly she dar'd to prop the juster side, Strive but to be, what she would make you, As greatly with her adverse fate complied,

bless'd. Did all that Heav'n could ask, resign'd, and died; Let not vile faction vex the vulgar ear, Died for the land for which she wish'd to live, . With fond surmise, and false affected fear; And gain'd that liberty she could not give. Confirm but to yourselves the given good; Oh, happy people of this fav’rite isle,

'Tis all she asks, for all she has bestow'd. On whom so many better angels smile! Such was our great example shewn to-day, For you, kind Heav'n new blessings still supplies, And with such thanks our author's pains repay. Bids other saints, and other guardians rise: If from these scenes, to guard your faith you For you

the fairest of her sex is come, Adopts our Britain, and forgets her home: If for our laws you shew a just concern; For truth and you the heroine declines

If you are taught to dread a popish reign; Austria's proud eagles, and the Indian mines, Our beauteous patriot has not died in vain.


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