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To bid our souls look out, explore hereafter, And now he brings hiin prisoner up to London. And seek some better sure abiding place;
L. J. Gray. Then there's an end of greatness; When all around our gathering foes come on,
the vain dream To drive, to sweep us troin this world at once? Of empire, and a crown, that danced before me, Guil. Does any danger new
With all those unsubstantial empty forins : L.J. Gray. The faithless counsellors
The gaudy mask, tedious, and nothing meaning, Are fled from hence to join the princess Mary.
Is vanished all at once- -Why, fare it well. The servile herd of courtiers, who so late
Guil. And canst thou bear this sudden turn of In low obedience bent the knee before me;
fate, They, who with zealous tongues, and hands up with such unshaken temper? lifted,
L. J. Gray. For myselt, Besought me to defend their laws and faith; If I could form a wish for Heaven to grant, Vent their lewd execrations on my name,
It should have been, to rid me of this crown. Proclaim me traitress now, and to the scaffold And thou, o'er-ruling, great, all-knowing Power! Doom my devoted head.
Thou who discern'st our thoughts, who see'st them Guil. The changeling villains !
rising That pray for slavery, fight for their bonds, And forming in the soul! Oh, judge me, thou, And shun the blessing, liberty, like ruin.
If e'er ambition's guilty fires have warmed me, What art thou, huinan nature, to do thus ?
If e'er my heart inclined to pride, to power, Does fear of folly make thee, like the Indian, Or joined in being a queen. I took the sceptre / Fall down before this dreadful devil, tyranny, To save this land, thy people, and thy altars : And worship the destroyer?
And now, behold, I bend my grateful knee, But wherefore do I loiter tamely here?
[Kneeling Give me my arms: I will preserve my country,
In humble adoration of that mercy,
Enter the Duchess of SUFFOLK. L. J. Gray. Art thou not all my treasure, all Duch. Suff. Nay, keep that posture still, and my guard?
let us join, And wilt thou take from me the only joy, Fix all our knees by thine, lift up our hands, The last defence is left me here below?
And seek for help and pity from above; Think not thy arm can stein the driving torrent,
For earth and faithless man will give us none ! Or save a people, who with blinded rage
L. J. Gray. What is the worst our cruel fate Urge their own fate, and strive to be undone.
ordains us? Northumberland, thy father, is in arms;
Duch. Suff. Cursed be my fatal counsels, cursed And if it be in valour to defend us,
my tongue, His sword, that long has known the way to con- That pleaded for thy ruin, and persuaded quest,
Thy guiltless feet to tread the paths of greatness ! Shall be our surest safety.
I have undone thee !
L.J. Gray. Oh, my another!
Should I not bear a portion in thy sorrows? Suff. Oh, my children!
Duch. Suff. Alas, thou hast thy own, a double L. J. Gray. Alas! what means my father?
portion. Suff. Oh, my son,
Mary is come, and the revolting Londoners, Thy father, great Northumberland, on whom Who beat the heavens with thy applauding name, Our dearest hopes were built
Now crowd to meet, and hail her as their queen. Guil. Ha! What of him?
Sussex is entered here, commands the Tower, Suff. Is lost! betrayed !
Has placed his guards around, and this sad place, His army, onward as he marched, shrunk from So late thy palace, is become our prison. him,
I saw him bend his knee to cruel Gardiner, Mouldered away, and melted by his side; Who, freed from his confineinent, ran to meet Like falling hail thick strewn upon the ground,
him, Which, ere we can essay to count, is vanished. Embraced and blest him with a hand of blood; With some few followers he arrived at Cam- Each hastening moment I expect them here, bridge;
To seize and pass the doom of death upon us. But there even they forsook him, and hinself Guil. Ha ! seized! Shalt thou be seized ? and Was forced, with heavy heart and watery eye,
shall I stand, To cast his cap up, with dissembled cheer, And tamely see thee borne away to death? And cry, God save queen Mary! But, alas! Then blasted be my coward name for ever! Little availed the seinblance of that loyalty: No, I will set myself to guard this spot, For soon thereafter, by the earl of Arundel To which our narrow empire now is shrunk : With treason he was charged, and there arrested; Here I will grow, the bulwark of my queen;
Nor shall the hand of violence profane thee, Oh, tyrant! but the task becomes thee well; Until my breast have borne a thousand wounds, Thy savage temper joys to do death's office; Till this torn mangled body sink at once,
To tear the sacred bands of love asunder, A heap of purple ruin, at thy feet.
And part those hands which heaven itself hath L. J. Gray. And could thy rash distracted joined. rage do thus?
Duch. Suff. To let us waste the little rest of Draw thy vain sword against an armed multitude, life Only to have my poor heart split with horror, Together, had been merciful. To see thee stabbed and butchered here before me? Suff. Then it had not Oh, call thy better nobler courage to thee, Been done like Winchester. And let us meet this adverse fate with patience ! Guil. Thou stand'st unmoved; Greet our insulting foes with equal tempers, Calm temper sits upon thy beauteous brow; With even brows, and souls secure of death; Thy eyes, that flowed so fast for Edward's loss, Here stand unmoved; as once the Roman senate Gaze unconcerned upon the ruin round thee; Received fierce Brennus, and the conquering As if thou hadst resolved to brave thy fate, Gauls,
And triumph in the midst of desolation. Till even the rude barbarians stood amazed Ha! see, it swells; the liquid crystal rises, At such superior virtue. Be thyself,
It starts, in spite of thee,- - but I will catch it; For see, the trial comes !
Nor let the earth be wet with dew so rich.
L. J. Gray. And dost thou think, my Guilford, Enter Sussex, GARDINER, Officers and Soldiers.
I can see Suss. Guards, execute your orders; seize the My father, mother, and even thee my husband, traitors :
Torn from my side without a pang of sorrow? Here my commission ends. To you, my lord, How art thou thus unknowing in my heart!
[To Gar. Words cannot tell thee what I feel. There is So our great mistress, royal Mary, bids,
An agonizing softness busy here,
Till the flood rise upon the guilty world,
The time for tender thoughts and soft endearThe seal attends to grace those reverend hands;
ments And when I next salute you, I must call you Is fled away and gone : joy has forsaken us; Chief minister and chancellor of England. Our hearts have now another part to play ;
Gar. Unnumbered blessings fall upon her head, They must be steeled with some uncommon forMy ever-gracious lady! to remember
titude, With such full bounty her old humble beadsman! | That, fearless, we may tread the paths of horror; For these, her foes, leave me to deal with them. And, in despite of fortune and our foes, Suss. The queen is on her entrance, and ex- Even in the hour of death, be more than conpects me :
querors. My lord, farewell.
Guil.' Oh, teach me! say, what energy divine Gar. Farewell, right noble Sussex :
Inspires thy softer sex, and tender years, Commend me to the queen's grace; say her bidWith such unshaken courage ! ding
L. J. Gray. Truth and in gocence; Shall be observed by her most lowly creature. A conscious knowledge rooted in my heart,
[Erit Sussex. That to have saved my country was my duty. Lieutenant of the Tower, take hence your pri- | Yes, England, yes, my country, I would save Be it your care to see them kept apart,
But heaven forbids, heaven disallows my weakThat they may hold no commerce with each other.
ness; L. J. Gray. That stroke was unexpected. And to some dear selected hero's hand Guil. Wilt thou part us?
Reserves the glory of thy great deliverance. Gar. I hold no speech with heretics and trai- Lieut. My lord, my orders tors.
Guil. See! we must-must part. Lieutenant, see my orders are obeyed.
L. J. Gray. Yet surely we shall meet again.
[Erit Gar. Guil. Oh! Where? Guil. Inhuman, monstrous, unexampled cru- L. J. Gray. If not on earth, among yon gol elty !
Where other suns arise on other earths,
But what is there in death to blast our hopes? And happier beings rest on happier seats :
Behold the universal marks of nature, Where, with a reach enlarged, our souls shall view Where life still springs from death. To us the The great Creator's never ceasing hand Pour forth new worlds to all eternity,
Dies every night, and every morn revives : And people the infinity of space.
The flowers, which winter's icy hand destroyed, Guil. Fain would I cheer my heart with hopes Lift their fair heads, and live again in spring. like these;
Mark, with what hopes upon the furrowed plain, But my
sad thoughts turn ever to the grave; The careful plowman casts the pregnant grain; To that last dwelling, whither now we haste; There hid, as in a grave, a while it lies, Where the black shade shall interpose betwixt Till the revolving season bids it rise; us,
Till nature's genial powers command a birth, And veil thee from these longing eyes for ever. And potent call it from the teeming earth : L. J. Gray. 'Tis true, by those dark paths our Then large increase the buried treasures yield, journey leads,
And with full harvest crown the plenteous field. And through the vale of death we pass to life.
[Ereunt severally with guards.
How like a saint she ended. Some fit number,
And those, too, of our friends, were most conveEnter GARDINER, as Lord Chancellor, and the
nient; Lieutenant of the Tower. Servants with lights But, above all, see that good guard be kept: before them.
You know the queen is lodged at present here; Lieut. Good morning to your lordship; you Take care that no disturbance reach her highness. rise early.
And so good morning, good master lieutenant. Gar. Nay, by the rood, there are too many
[Erit Lieutenant. sleepers;
How now! What liglit comes here? Some must stir early, or the state shall suffer. Ser. So please your lordship, Did you, as yesterday our mandate bade, If I mistake not, 'tis the earl of Pembroke. Inform your prisoners, lady Jane and Guilford, Gur. Pembroke! 'Tis he: What calls him They were to die this day
forth thus carly? Lieut. My lord, I did.
Somewhat he seems to bring of high import; Gur. 'Tis well. But say, how did your mes- Some flame uncommon kindles up his soul, sage like them?
And flashes forth impetuous at his eyes. Lieut. My lord, they met the summons with a
Enter PEMBROKE; a page with a light before temper,
him. That shewed a solemn, serious sense of death, Mixed with a noble scorn of all its terrors. Good morrow, noble Pembroke! What importuIn short, they heard me with the self-same pati
And strong necessity breaks on your slumbers, With which they still have borne then in their And rears your youthful head from off your pilprison.
low In one request they both concurred; each begged At this unwholesome hour; while yet the night To die before the other.
Lasts in her latter course, and with her raw Gar. That dispose
And rheumy damps infests the dusky air? As you think fitting.
Pem. Oh, reverend Winchester! my beating Lieut. The lord Guilford only
heart Implored another boon, and urged it warmly; Exults and labours with the joy it bears : That, ere he suffered, he might see his wife, The news I bring shall bless the breaking morn. And take a last farewell.
This coming day the sun shall rise more glorious Gar. That's not much;
Than when his maiden beans first gilded o'er That grace may be allowed him. See you to it. The rich immortal greens, the flow'ry plains, How goes the morning?
And fragrant bowers of paradise new-born! Lieut. Not yet four, my lord.
Gar. What happiness is this? Gar. By ten they meet their fate. Yet one Pem. 'Tis mercy, mercy, thing more.
The mark of Heaven impressed on human kind; You know 'twas ordered that the lady Jane Mercy, that glads the world, deals joy around; Should suffer here within the Tower.' Take care Mercy, that smooths the dreadful brow of power, No crowds may be let in, bo maudlin gazers And inakes dominion light; mercy, that saves, To wet their handkerchiefs, and make report Binds up the broken heart, and hcals despair. Vol. I.
Mary, our royal, ever-gracious mistress, Peace and good-will to man? The hallowed Has to my services and humblest prayers
hand, Granted the lives of Guilford and his wife; Ordained to bless, should know no stain of blood. Full and free pardon!
'Tis true, I am not practised in your politics; Gar. Ha! what said you? Pardon!
'Twas your pernicious counsel led the queen But sure you cannot mean it; could not urge To break her promise with the men of Suffolk, The queen to such a rash and ill-timed grace? To violate, what in a prince should be What! save the lives of those who wore her Sacred above the rest, her royal word. crown!
Gar. Yes, and I dare avow it: I advised her My lord ! 'tis most unweighed, pernicious coun- To break through all engagements made with hesel,
retics, And must not be complied with.
And keep no faith with such a miscreant crew. Pem. Not complied with!
Pem. Where shall we seek for truth, when And who shall dare to bar her sacred pleasure, even religion, And stop the stream of mercy!
The priestly robe and mitred head, disclaim it? Gar. That will I;
But thus bad men dishonour the best cause. Who will not see her gracious disposition I tell thee, Winchester, doctrines like thine Drawn to destroy herself.
Have stained our holy church with greater inPem. Thy narrow soul
famy Knows not the god-like glory of forgiving: Than all your eloquence can wipe away. Nor can thy cold, thy ruthless heart conceive, Hence 'tis, that those who differ from our faith, How large the power, how fixed the empire is, Brand us with breach of oaths, with persecution, Which benefits confer on generous minds : With tyranny o'er conscience, and proclaim Goodness prevails upon the stubborn foe, Our scarlet prelates men that thirst for blood, And conquers more than even Cæsar's sword did. And Christian Rome more cruel than the Pagan. Gar. These are romantic, light, vain-glorious Gar. Nay, if you rail, farewell. The queen dreams.
must be Have you considered well upon the danger ? Better advised, than thus to cherish vipers, How dear to the fond many, and how popular Whose mortal stings are aried against her life. These are whom you would spare? Have you But while I hold the seal, no pardon passes forgot,
For heretics and traitors. [Exit Gardiner. When at the bar, before the seat of judgment, Pem. 'Twas unlucky This lady Jane, this beauteous traitress, stood, To meet and cross upon this froward priest : With what command she charmed the whole as- But let me lose the thought on't; let ine haste, sembly?
Pour my glad tidings forth in Guilford's bosom, With silent grief the inournful audience sat, And pay him back the life his friendship saved. Fixed on her face, and listening to her pleading.
[Erit. Her very judges wrung their hands for pity; Their old hearts melted in them as she spoke,
The Lady Jane kneeling, as at her devotion ; a Felt wrath suspended in my doubtful breast,
light, and a book placed on a table before her. And questioned if the voice I heard was mortal.
Enter Lieutenant of the Tower, Lord GuilBut when her tale was done, what loud applause,
FORD, and one of Ludy Jane's women. Like bursts of thunder, shook the spacious hall! Lieut. Let me not press upon your lordship At last, when, sore constrained, the unwilling lords farther, Pronounced the fatal sentence on her life, But wait your leisure in the anti-chamber. A peal of groans ran through the crowded court, Guil. I will not hold you long. As every heart was broken, and the doom,
[Exit Lieutenant. Like that which waits the world, were universal. Wom. Softly, my lord ! Pem. And can that sacred form, that angel's For yet, behold she kneels. Before the night voice,
Had reached her middle space, she left her bed, Which moved the hearts of a rude ruthless crowd, And with a pleasing, sober cheertulness, Nav, moved even thine, now sue in vain for pity? As for her funeral, arrayed herself
Gar. Alas, you look on her with lovers' eyes: In those sad solemn weeds. Since then her knee I hear and see through reasonable organs, Has known that posture only, and her eye, Where passion has no part. Come, come, my Or fixed upon the sacred page before her, lord,
Or lifted, with her rising hopes, to heaven. You have too little of the statesman in you. Guil. Sec, with what zeal those holy hands are Pem. And you, my lord, too little of the church- reared !
Mark her vermilion lip, with fervour trembling; Is not the sacred purpose of our faith
Iler spotless bosom swells with sacred ardour,
And burns with ecstasy and strong devotion; The partner of thy heart, thy love is safe.
Guil. Millions of blessings wait her!-llas she
Pem. Both, both are pardoned. Catch the soft sounds, and with alternate office, But haste, and do thou lead me to thy saint, Spread their ambrosial wings, then mount with | That I may cast myself beneath her teet, joy,
And beg her to
this And waft them upwards to the throne of grace. For all I've done against her-Thou fair excelBut she has ended, and comes forward.
[Kneeling. [Lady Jane rises, and comes towards the Canst thou forgive the hostile hand, that armed front of the stage.
Against thy cause, and robbed thee of a crown? L.J. Gray. Ha!
L. J. Gray. Oh, rise, my lord, and let me take Art thou my Guilford? Wherefore dost thou your posture ! come,
Life and the world are hardly worth my care, To break the settled quiet of my soul?
But you have reconciled me to thein both; I meant to part without another pang,
Then let ine pay my gratitude, and for And lay my weary head down full of peace. This free, this noble, unexpected inercy,
Guil. Forgive the fondness of my longing soul, Thus low I bow to bleaven, the queen, and you. That melts with tenderness, and leans toward Pem. To je! forbid it goodness! if I live, thee,
Somewhat I will do shall deserve your thanks. Though the imperious, dreadful voice of fate All discord and remembrance of offence Summon her hence, and warn her from the Shall be clean blotted, out; and for your freeworld.
dom, But if to see thy Guilford give thee pain, Myself have underta'cn to be your caution. Would I had died, and uever unore beheld thee, Hear me, you saints, and aid my pious purpose ! Though my lamenting discontented ghost These that deserve so much, this wondrous pair, Iład wandered forth unblessed by those dear Let these be happy: every joy attend them; eyes,
A fruitful bed, a chain of love unbroken, And wailed thy loss in death's eternal shades ! A good old age, to see their children's chilL. J. Gray. My heart has ended every earthly
A holy death, and everlasting memory; And offered
its prayers for thee and England, While I resign to them my share of happiness, And fixed its hopes upon a rock unfailing ; Contented still to want what they enjoy, While all the little business that remained, And singly to be wretched. Was but to pass the forms of death and con
Enter Licutenant of the Tower.
Lieut. The Lord Chancellor
Enter Gardiner, and Attendant. Strikes on the tender strings of love and nature :
Pem. Ha ! Winchester! My vanquished passions rise again, and tell me, Gar. The queen, whose days be many, 'Tis more, far more than death to part from thee. By me confirms her first accorded grace;
But, as the pious princess means her mercy, Enter PEMBROKE.
Should reach e'en to the soul as well as body, Pem. Oh, let me fly, bear me, thou swift impa- By me she signifies her royal pleasure, tience,
That thou, lord Guilford, and the lady Jane, And lodge me in my faithful Guilford's arms! Do instantly renounce, abjure your heresy,
[Embracing. And yield obedience to the see of Romne. That I may snatch him from the greedy grave,
L. J. Gray. What! turn apostate? That I may warm his gentle heart with joy, Guil. Ha! forego my faith! And talk to him of life, of life and pardon. Gar. This one condition only seals your parGuil. What means my dearest Pembroke?
don : Pem. Oh, my speech
But if, through pride of heart, and stubborn obIs choaked with words that crowd to tell my ti- stinacy, dings !
With wilful hands you push the blessing from But I have saved thee-and-Oh, joy unuttera
you, ble !
And shut your eyes against such manifest light, The queen, my gracious, my forgiving mistress, Know ye, your former sentence stands confirmed, llas given not only thee to my request,
And you must die to-day. But she, she too, in whom alone thou liv'st, Pen. 'Tis false as hell :