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Rouse, and prepare once more to take posses

sion, To nestle in their ancient hives again : Again they furbish up their holy trumpery,

Relicks and wooden wonder-working saints,
: Whole loads of lumber and religious rubbish,

In high procession mean to bring them back,
And place the puppets in their shrines again :
While those of keener malice, savage Bonner,
And deep-designing Gardiner, dream of ven-

Devour the blood of innocents, in hope ;
Like vultures, snuff' the slaughter in the wind,
And speed their flight to havoc and the prey.
Haste, then, and save us, while 'tis given to save
Your country, your religion.

North. Save your friends!
Suff. Your father!
Duch. Suff. Mother!
Guild. Husband !

L. J. Gruy. Take me, crown me,
Invest me with this royal wretchedness !
Let me not know one happy minute more;
Let all my sleepless nights be spent in care,
My days be fixed with tumults and alarms;
If only I can save you, if my fate
Has marked me out to be the public victim,
I take the lot with joy! Yes, I will die
For that eternal truth my faith is fixed on,
And that dear native land which gave me birth.

Guil. Wake every tuneful instrument to tell it,
And let the trumpet's sprightly note proclaim,
My Jane is England's queen! Let the loud can-
In peals of thunder speak it to Augusta ;
Imperial Thames, catch thou the sacred sound,
And roll it to the subject-ocean down :
Tell the old deep, and all thy brother floods,
My Jane is empress of the watery world!
Now with glad fires our bloodless streets shall

With cries of joy our cheerful ways shall ring;
Thy name shall echo through the rescued isle,
And reach applauding Heaven !
L. J. Gray. Oh, Guilford ! what do we give

up for glory!
For glory? that's a toy I would not purchase;
An idle, empty bubble. But for England !
What must we lose for that? Since then my fate
Has forced this hard exchange upon my will,
Let gracious Heaven allow me one request :
For that blest peace in which I once did dwell,
For books, retirement, and my studious cell,
For all those joys my happier days did prove,
For Plato, and his academic grove;
All that I ask, is, though my fortune frown,
And bury me beneath this fatal crown;
Let that one good be added to my doom,
To save this land from tyranny and Rome.



SCENE I.-Continues.

At Farmingham, in Suffolk, lies the queen,

Mary, our pious mistress: where each day Enter PEMBROKE and GARDINER. The nobles of the land, and swarming populace Gar. In an unlucky and accursed hour Gather, and list beneath her royal ensigns, Set forth that traitor duke, that proud Northum- The fleet, commanded by Sir Thomas Jerningham, berland,

Set out in warlike manner to oppose her, To draw his sword upon the side of heresy, With one consent have joined to own her cause : And war against our Mary's holy right;

The valiant Sussex, and Sir Edward Hastings, Ill fortune Ay before, and pave his way

With many more of note, are up in arms,
With disappointments, mischief, and defeat ! And all declare for her,
Do thou, holy Becket, the protector,

Pem. The citizens,
The champion, and the martyr of our church, Who held the noble Somerset right dear,
Appear, and once more own the cause of Rome; Hate this aspiring Dudley and his race,
Beat down his lance, break thou his sword in And would iipon the instant join to oppose him;

Could we but draw some of the lords o'th'council And cover foul rebellion with confusion ! To appear among them, own the same design,

Pem. I saw him marching at his army's head; And bring the reverend sanction of authority I marked him issuing through the city-gate,

To lead them into action. For that purpose, In harness all appointed, as he passed;

To thee, as to an oracle, I come,
And (for he wore his beaver up) could read To learn what fit expedient may be found,
Upon his visage, horror and dismay.

To win the wary council to our side.
No voice of cheerful salutation cheered him, Say thou, whose head is grown thus silver-white,
None wished his arms might thrive, or bade God In arts of government, and turns of state,
speed him,

How we may blast our enemies with ruin, But, through a staring ghastly-looking crowd, And sink the cursed Northumberland to hell ! Unhailed, unblessed, with heavy heart he went; Gar. In happy time be your whole wish acAs if his traitor father's haggard ghost,

complished. And Somerset, fresh bleeding from the axe, Since the proud duke set out, I have had conOn either hand had ushered him to ruin.

ference, Gar. Nor shall the holy vengeance loiter long. I As fit occasion served, with divers of them,

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The earl of Arundel, Mason, and Cheyney, To plant even all the power I have before thee, And find them all disposed as we could ask. And fence thee from destruction with my life. By holy Mary, if I count aright,

Pem. Friendship from thee !_But my just soul To-day the better part shall leave this place,

disdains thee. And meet at Baynard's castle in the city; Hence ! take the prostituted bauble back! There own our sovereign's title, and defy Hang it to grace some slavering idiot's neck, Jane and her gospel crew. But, hie you hence! For none but fools will praise the tinsel toy. This place is still within our foe's command ; But thou art come, perhaps, to vaunt thy greatTheir puppet-queen reigns here.

ness, Enter an Officer with a Guard.

And set thy purple pomp to view before me;

To let me know that Guilford is a king, Off. Seize on them both,

That he can speak the word, and give me free (Guards seize PEMBROKE and GARDINER.

dom. My lord, you are a prisoner to the state. Oh, short-lived pageant! Hadst thou all the power Pem. Ha ! by whose order ?

Which thy vain soul would grasp at, I would die, Offi. By the queen's command,

Rot in a dungeon, ere receive a grace, Signed and delivered by lord Guilford Dudley. The least, the meanest courtesy from thee. Pem. Curse on his traitor's heart !

Guil. Oh, Pembroke !--but I have not time to Gar. Rest you contented :

talk, You have loitered here too long; but use your For danger presses; danger unforeseen, patience;

And secret as the shaft that flies by night, These bonds shall not be lasting.

Is aiming at thy life.--Captain, a word! Offi . As for you, sir, (To GARDINER.

[To the Officer. 'Tis the queen's pleasure you be close confined: I take your prisoner to my proper charge; You have used that fair permission was allowed Draw off your guard, and leave his sword with me. you,

[The Officer delivers the sword to Lord To walk at large within the Tower, unworthily. GUILFORD, and goes out with his guard. You are noted for an over-busy meddler,

(Lord GUILFORD offering the sword te A secret practiser against the state;

PEMBROKE. For which, henceforth, your limits shall be straiter. Receive this gift, even from a rival's hand; Hence, to your chamber !

And, if thy rage will suffer thee to hear Gar. Farewell, gentle Pembroke ;

The counsel of a man, once called thy friend, I trust that we shall meet on blither terms :- Fly from this fatal place, and seek thy safety! Till then, amongst my beads I will remember Pem. How now! what shew, what mockery you,

is this ! And give you to the keeping of the saints. Is it in sport you use me thus ? What means

(Ereunt part of the guards with GARDINER. This swift fantastic changing of the scene? Pem. Now, whither must I go?

Guil. Oh, take thy sword, and let thy valiant Offi. This way, my lord. [Going off


Be ready armed to guard thy noble life.

The time, the danger, and thy wild impatience, Guil. Hold, captain ! ere you go, I have a Forbid me all to enter into speech with thee, word or two

Or I could tell theeFor this your noble prisoner,

Pem. No, it needs not, traitor! Offi . At your pleasure;

For all thy poor, thy little arts are known. I know my duty, and attend your lordship. Thou fear'st my vengeance, and art come to fawn,

[The Officer and Guards retire to the far- To make a merit of that proffered freedom, thest part of the stage.

Which, in despite of thee, a day shall give me. Guil. Is all the gentleness, that was betwixt us, Nor can my fate depend on thee, false Guilford; So lost, so swept away from thy remembrance, For know, to thy confusion, ere the sun Thou canst not look upon me

Twice gild the east, our royal Mary comes Pem. Ha ! not look!

To end thy pageant reign, and set me free. What terrors are there in the Dudley's race, Guil. Ungrateful and unjust! Hast thou then That Pembroke dares not look upon, and scorn?

known me 'tis true, I would not look upon thee; So little, to-accuse my heart of fear? Our eyes avoid to look on what we hate, Hast thou forgotten Musselborough's field? As well as what we fear.

Did I then fear, when by thy side I fought, Guil. You hate me, then !

And dyed my maiden sword' in Scottish blood? Pem. I do: and wish perdition may,

o'ertake But this is madness all. Thy father, thy false self, and thy whole name. Pem. Give me my sword. (Taking his sãors. Guil, And yet, as sure as rage disturbs «thy Perhaps, indeed, I wrong thee. Thou kast thought; reason,

And, conscious of the injury thou hast done me, And masters all the noble nature in thee, Art come to proffer me a soldier's justice, As sure as thou hast wronged me, I am come, And meet my arm in single opposition. In tenderness of friendship, to preserve thee; Lead, then, and let me follow

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Guil. Yes, Pembroke, thou shalt satisfy thy | Who, with a fit disguise, and arms concealed, vengeance,

Attends without, to guide thee hence with safety. And write thy bloody purpose on my bosom; Pem. What is Northumberland? And what But let death wait to-day. By our past friend

art thou ? ship,

Guil. Waste not the time. In honour's name, by every sacred tie,

Pem. Here let me fix, I beg thee ask no more, but haste from hence. And gaze, with everlasting wonder on thee. ' Pem. What mystic meaning lurks beneath thy What is there good or excellent in man, words?

That is not found in thee? Thy virtues flash, What fear is this, which thou wouldst awe my They break at once on my astonished soul; soul with?

As if the curtains of the dark were drawn, Is there a danger Pembroke dares not meet? To let in day at midnight, . Guil. Oh, spare my tongue a tale of guilt and Guil. Think me true; horror!

And though ill fortune crossed upon our friendTrust me this once : believe me when I tell thee,

ship Thy safety and thy life is all I seek.

Pem. Curse on our fortune !Think I know Away.

thee honest. Pem. By Heaven, I will not stir a step! Guil. For ever I could hear thee-but thy life, Curse on this shuffling, dark, ambiguous phrase! Oh, Pembroke ! linger notIf thou wouldst have me think thou mean'st me Pem. And can I leave thee, fairly,

Ere I have clasped thee in my eager arms, . Speak with that plainness honesty delights in, And given thee back my sad repenting heart? And let thy double tongue for once be true. Believe me, Guilford, like the patriarch's dove, Guil. Forgive me, filial piety and nature,

(Embracing If, thus compelled, I break your sacred laws, It wandered forth, but found no resting place, Reveal my father's crime, and blot with infamy 'Till it came home again to lodge with thee. The hoary head of him who gave me being, Guil. What is there that my soul cau more To save the man, whom my soul loves, from

desire, death!

[Giving a paper. Than these dear marks of thy returning friendRead there the fatal purpose of thy foe,

ship? Then A thought which wounds my soul with shame The danger comes

If you stay longer here, and horror!

You die, my Pembroke.
Somewhat that darkness should have hid for ever, Pcm. Let me stay and die;
But that thy life-Say, hast thou seen that cha- For if I go, I go to work thy ruin.

Thou know'st not what a foe thou send'st me Pem. I know it well; the hand of proud Nor

forth; thumberland,

That I have sworn destruction to the queen, Directed to his minions, Gates and Palmer. - And pledged my faith to Mary and her cause : What's this?

(Reads. My honour is at stake. Remember, with your closest care, to observe Guil. I know ?tis given. those whom I named to you at parting; espe- But go-the stronger thy engagements there, cially keep your eye upon the earl of Pembroke; The more's thy danger here. There is a power as his power and interest are most considerable, who sits above the stars ; in him I trust

: *s0 his opposition will be most fatal to us. Re- All that I have, his bounteous hand bestowed; 'member the resolution was taken, if you should And he, that gave it, can preserve it to me. 'find him inclined to our enemies. The forms If his o'er-ruling will ordains my ruin, ‘of justice are tedious, and delays are dangerous. What is there more, but to fall down before If he falters, lose not the sight of him till your

him, daggers have reached his heart.'

And humbly yield obedience?-Fly! begone! My heart! Oh, murderous villain !

Pem. Yes, I will go--for, see! Behold who Guil. Since we parted,

comes ! Thy ways have all been watched, thy steps been Oh, Guilford! hide me, shield me from her sight; marked;

Every mad passion kindles up again, Thy secret treaties with the malecontents, Love, rage, despair-and yet I will be masterThat harbour in the city, thy conferring: I will remember thee-Oh, my torn heart ! With Gardiner here in the Tower; all is known: I have a thousand thousand things to say, And, in pursuance of that bloody mandate, But cannot, dare not, stay to look on her. A set of chosen ruffians wait to end thee: Thus gloomy ghosts, where'er the breaking morn There was but one way left me to preserve thee; Gives notice of the cheerful sun's return, I took it; and this morning sent my warrant- Fade at the light, with horror stand oppressed, To seize upon thy person-But begone ! And shrink before the purple dawning east ; Pem. 'Tis so 'tis truth I see his honest Swift with the fleeting shades they wing their heart

way, Guil. I have a friend of well-tried faith and And dread the brightness of the rising day. courage,


And if it be in valour to defend us,

His sword, that long has known the way to con

quest, Enter Lady JANE, reading.

Shall be our surest safety. L. J. Gray. 'Tis false ! The thinking soul is somewhat more

Enter the Duke of SUFFOLK. Than symmetry of atoms well disposed,

Suff. Oh, my children! The harmony of matter. Farewell else

L. J. Gray. Alas ! what means my father? The hope of all hereafter, that new life,

Suff. Oh, my son,
That separate intellect, which must survive, Thy father, great Northumberland, on whom
When this fine frame is mouldered into dust. Our dearest hopes were built-

Guil. Ha! What of him?

Suff. Is lost! betrayed !
Guil. What read'st thou there, my queen? His army, onward as he marched, shrunk from
L. J. Gray. 'Tis Plato's Phædon;

him, Where dying Socrates takes leave of life, Mouldered away, and melted by his side, With such an easy, careless, calm indifference, Like falling hail thick strewn upon the ground, As if the trifle were of no account ;

Which, ere we can essay to count, is vanished. Mean in itself, and only to be worn

With some few followers he arrived at CamiIn honour of the giver.

bridge; Guil. Shall thy soul

But there even they forsook him, and himself Still scorn the world, still Ay the joys that court was forced, with heavy heart and watery eye, Thy blooming beauty, and thy tender youth? To cast his cap up, with dissembled cheer, Still shall she soar on contemplation's wing, And cry, God save queen Mary! But, alas ! And mix with nothing meaner than the stars,

Little availed the seniblance of that loyalty: As heaven and immortality alone

For soon thereafter, by the earl of Arindel Were objects worthy to employ her faculties? With treason he was charged, and there arrested; L. J. Gray. Bate but thy truth, what is there And now he brings him prisoner up to London. here below

L. J. Gray. Then there's an end of greatness ; Descrves the least regard ? Is it not time

the vain dream To bid our souls look out, explore hereafter, Of empire, and a crown, that danced before me, And seek some better, sure abiding place,

With all those unsubstantial empty forms: When all around our gathering foes come on, The gaudy mask, tedious, and nothing meaning, To drive, to sweep us from this world at once? Is vanished all at once

-Why, fare it well. Guil. Does any danger new

Guil. And canst thou bear this sudden tum of L. J. Gray. The faithless counsellors

fate, Are fled from hence to join the princess Mary.

With such unshaken temper? The servile herd of courtiers, who so late

L. J. Gray. For myself, In low obedience bent the knee before me; If I could form a wish for Heaven to grant, They, who with zealous tongues, and hands up. It should have been, to rid me of this crown. lifted,

And thou, o'er-ruling, great, all-knowing Power! Besought me to defend their laws and faith; Thou who discern'stour thoughts, who see'st them Vent their lewd execrations on my name,

rising Proclaim me traitress now, and to the scaffold And forming in the soul ! Oh, judge me, thou, Doom my devoted head.

If e'er ambition's guilty fires have warmed me, Guil. The changeling villains !

Jf e'er my heart inclined to pride, to power, That pray for slavery, fight for their bonds, Or joined in being a queen. " I took the sceptre And shun the blessing, liberty, like ruin. To save this land, thy people, and thy altars: What art thou, Human Nature, to do thus ? And now, behold, I bend my grateful knee, Does fear of folly make thee, like the Indian,

[Kneeling Fall down before this dreadful devil, Tyranny,

In humble adoration of that mercy,
And worship the destroyer?-

Which quits me of the vast unequal task.
But wherefore do I loiter tamely here?
Give me my arms : I will preserve my country,

Enter the Duchess of SUFFOLK. Even in her own despite. Some friends I have, Duch. Suff. Nay, keep that posture still

, and Who will or die or conquer in thy cause,

let us join, Thine and religion's, thine and England's cause. Fix all our knees by thine, lift up our hands, L. J. Gray. Art thou not all my treasure, all and seek for help and pity from above; my guard ?

For earth and faithless man will give us none ! And wilt thou take from me the only joy,

L. J. Gray. What is the worst our cruel fate The last defence is left me here below?"

ordains us? Think not thy arm can stem the driving torrent, Duch. Suff: Cursed be my fatal counsels, cursed Or save a people, who with blinded rage

my tongue, Urge their own fate, and strive to be undone. That pleaded for thy ruin, and persuaded Northumberland, thy father, is in arins ; Thy guiltless feet to tread the paths of greatness!

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rage do thus ?

My child — I have undone thee!

For these, her foes, leave me to deal with them. L. J. Gray. Oh, my mother !

Suss. The queen is on her entrance, and exShould I not bear a portion in thy sorrows ?

pects me: Duch. Suff. Alas! thou hast thy own, a double My lord, farewell. portion.

Gur, Farewell, right noble Sussex : Mary is come, and the revolting Londoners, Commend me to the queen's grace; say her bidWho beat the heavens with thy applauding name,

ding Now crowd to meet, and hail her as their queen. Shall be observed by her most lowly creature. Sussex is entered here, commands the Tower,

(Erit Sussex. Has placed his guards around, and this sad place, Lieutenant of the Tower, take hence your priSo late thy palace, is become our prison. I saw him bend his knee to cruel Gardiner, Be it your care to see them kept apart, Who, freed from his confinement, ran to meet That they may hold no commerce with each other. him,

L. J. Gray. That stroke was unexpected. Embraced and blest him with a hand of blood; Guil. Wilt thou part us? Each hastening moment I expect them here, Gar. I hold no speech with heretics and traiTo seize and pass the doom of death upon us.

tors. Guil. Ha ! seized! Shalt thou be seized ? and Lieutenant, see my orders are obeyed. shall I stand,

[Erit GAR. And tamely see thee borne away to death? Guil. Inhuman, monstrous, unexampled cru. Then blasted be my coward name for ever!

elty ! No, I will set myself to guard this spot,

Oh, tyrant! but the task becomes thee well; To which our narrow empire now is shrunk : Thy savage temper joys to do death's office; Here I will grow, the bulwark of my queen; To tear the sacred bands of love asunder, Nor shall the hand of violence profane thee, And part those hands which Heaven itself bath Until my breast have borne a thousand wounds,

joined. Till this torn mangled body sink at once,

Duch. Suff. To let us waste the little rest of A heap of purple ruin, at thy feet.

life L. ). Gray. And could thy rash distracted Together, had been merciful.

Suff. Then it had not Draw thy vain sword against an armed multitude, Been done like Winchester. Only to have my poor heart split with horror, Guil. Thou stand'st unmoved; Tosee thee stabbed and butchered here before me? Calm temper sits upon thy beauteous brow; Qh, call thy better, nobler courage to thee, Thy eyes, that flowed so fast for Edward's loss, And let us meet this adverse fate with patience, Gaze unconcerned upon the ruin round thee; Greet our insulting foes with equal tempers, As if thou hadst resolved to brave thy fate, With even brows, and souls secure of death ; And triumph in the midst of desolation. Here stand unmoved, as once the Roman senate Ha! see, it swells; the liquid crystal rises, Received fierce Brennus, and the conquering It starts, in spite of thee, but I will catch it ; Gauls,

Nor let the earth be wet with dew so rich. Till even the rude barbarians stood amazed L. J. Gray. And dost thou think, my Guilford, At such superior virtue. Be thyself,

I can see For see, the trial comes !

My father, mother, and even thee my husband,

Törn from my side without a pang of sorrow? Enter Sussex, GARDINER, Officers and Soldiers. How art thou thus unknowing in my heart ! Suss. Guards, execute your orders; seize the Words cannot tell thee what I feel. There is traitors :

An agonizing softness busy here, Here my commission ends. To you, my lord, That tugs the strings, that struggles to get loose,

(To GAR. And pour my soul in wailings out before thee. So our great mistress, royal Mary, bids,

Guil. Give way, and let the gushing torrent I leave the full disposal of these prisoners.

come; To your wise care the pious queen commends Behold the tears we bring to swell the deluge, Her sacred self, her crown, and, what's yet more, Till the flood rise upon the guilty world, The holy Roman church; for whose dear safety, and make the ruin common She wills your utmost diligence be shewn, L. J. Gray, Guilford ! No! To bring rebellion to the bar of justice.

The time for tender thoughts and soft endearYet farther, to proclaim how much she trusts

ments In Winchester's deep thought, and well-tried Is fled away and gone: joy has forsaken us ; faith,

Our hearts have now another part to play ; The seal attends to grace those reverend hands; They must be steeled with some uncommon forAnd when I next salute you, I must call you

titude, Chief minister and chancellor of England. That, fearless, we may tread the paths of horror;

Gar. Unnumbered blessings fall upon her head, And, in despite of fortune and our foes,
My ever-gracious lady! to remember

Even in the hour of death, be more than conWith such full bounty her old humble beadsman!


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