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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;

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.

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How now

sage like them?



CENE I.-Continues.

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;

w! What light 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 fame uncommon kindles up his soul,

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

nate ence,

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 uryed 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 mor. And take a last farewell.

This coming day the sun shall rise more glorious Gar. That's not much;

Than when his maiden beams 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, no maudlin gazers And inakes dominion light; mercy, that saves, To wet their handkerchiefs, and make report Binds up the broken heart, and heals 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 ripers, How dear to the fond many, and how popular Whose mortal stings are armed 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. [Erit 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 mournful audience sat, And pay him back the life his friendship saved. Fixed on her face, and listening to her pleading.

[Eril. Her very judges wrúng their hands for pity; Their old hearts melted in them as she spoke,

And tears ran down upon their silver beards.
Even I myself was moved, and for a moment

The Lady Jane kneeling, as at her derotion; a Felt wrath suspended in my doubtful breast,

light, und a book placed on a table before ker. And questioned if the voice I heard was mortal.

Enter Licutenant of the Touer, 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 Licatenant 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 cheerfulness,
Nay, 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, Ilas known that posture only, and her eye,
Where passion has no part. Come, come, my Or fixed upon the sacred page before her,

Or lifted, with her rising hopes, to heaven.
You have too little of the statesman in you. Guil. Sce, 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

Her spotless bosom swells with sacred ardoar,

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And burns with ecstasy and strong devotion; The partner of thy heart, thy love is safe.
Her supplication sweet, her faithful vows

Guil. Millions of blessings wait her!-llas she Fragrant and pure, and grateful to high Heaven,

-tell me, Like incense from the golden censer rise; Oh, has she spared iny wife? Or blessed angels minister unseen,

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 feet, jov,

And beg her to accept this poor annends 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 me pay my gratitude, and for And lay my weary head down full of peace. This free, this noble, unexpected mercy,

Guil. Forgive the fondness of my longiog soul, | Thus low I bow to Heaven, the queen, and you. That melts with tenderness, and leans toward Pem. To me! 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 Suminon her bence, 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'en to be your

caution. Would I had died, and never more beheld thce, Hear me, you saints, and aid my pious purpose ! Though my lamenting discontented ghost These that deserve so much, this wondrous pair, Ilad wandered fortli unblessed by those dear Let these be happy: every joy attend them; eyes,

A fruitful bed, a chain of love upbroken, 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

dren; care,

A holy death, and everlasting inemory; And offered up 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 Touer.
And leave a life become indifferent to me.

Lieut. The Lord Chancellor
But thou hast wakened other thoughts within Is come with orders from the queen,

Thy sight, my dearest husband and my lord,

Enter Gardinen, 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,

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,

[Embrucing. And yield obedience to the see of Roine. 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. lla! 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, Hlas given not only thee to my request,

And you must die to-day. But she, she too, in whoin alone thou liv'st, Pem. 'Tis false as hell :



The mercy of the queen was free and full. Thou dearest treasure of my heart, and print Think’st thou that princes merchandize their A dying husband's kiss upon thy lip! grace,

Shall we not live again, even in those forms? As Roman priests their pardons? Do they barter, Shall I not gaze upon thee with these eyes? Screw up, like you, the buyer to a price,

L. J. Gray. Oh, wherefore dost thou soothe me And doubly sell what was designed a gift?

with thy softness ? Gar. My lord, this language ill becomes your Why dost thou wind thyself about my heart, nobleness;

And make this separation painful to us ? Nor come I here to bandy words with madmen. Here break we off at once; and let us now, Behold the royal signet of the queen,

Forgetting ceremony, like two friends Which amply speaks her meaning. You, the That have a little business to be done, prisoners,

Take a short leave, and haste to meet again. Hlave heard, at large, its purport, and must in- Guil. Rest on that hope, my soul-my wifestantly

L. J. Gray. No more. Resolve upon the choice of life or death.

Guil. My sight hangs on thee-Oh, support Pem. Curse on -But wherefore do I loiter

me, Heaven, here?

In this last pang-and let us meet in bliss ! I'll to the queen this moment, and there know

[Guilford is led off by the guard. What 'tis this mischief-making priest intends. L. J. Gray. Can nature bear this stroke? [Exit. Wom. Alas, she faints !

[Supporting Gar. Your wisdom points you out a proper L. J. Gray. Wilt thou fail now- -The kill

ing stroke is past, A word with you, Lieutenant.

And all the bitterness of death is o'er. [Talks with the Lieutenant aside. Gar. Here let the dreadful hand of

vengeance Guil. Must we part, then?

stay; What are those hopes that flattered us but now; Have pity on your youth, and blooming beauty; Those joys, that, like the spring, with all its Cast not away the good which Heaven bestows; flowers,

Time may have many years in store for you, Poured out their pleasures every where around All crowned with fair prosperity. Your husband us?

Has perished in perverseness. In one poor minute gone; at once they withered, L. J. Gray. Cease, thou raven, And left their place all desolate behind them. Nor violate, with thy profaner malice, L. J. Gray. Such is this foolish world, and My bleeding Guilford's ghost—'Tis gone, 'tis such the certainty

flown : Of all the boasted blessings it bestows :

But lingers on the wing, and waits for me. Then, Guilford, let us have no more to do with

[The scene draws, and discovers a scafit;

fold hung with black, erecutioner Think only how to leave it as we ought;

and guarıls. But trust no more, and be deceived no more. And see my journey's end.

Guil, Yes, I will copy thy divine example, 1 Wom. My dearest lady! [Weeping: And tread the paths are pointed out by thee; 2 Wom. Oh, misery! By thee instructed, to the fatal block

L. J. Gray. Forbear, my gentle maids, I bend my head with joy, and think it happiness Nor wound my peace with fruitless lamentations; To give my life a ransom for my faith.

The good and gracious hand of Providence From thee, thou angel of my heart, I learn Shall raise you better friends than I have been. That greatest, hardest task, to part with thee. 1 Wom. Oh, never, never ! L. J. Gray. Oh, gloriously resolved ! Heaven L. J. Gray. Help to disarray, is my witness,

And fit me for the block; do this last service, My heart rejoices in thee more even now, And do it cheerfully. Now you Thus constant as thou art, in death thus faithful, Your poor unhappy mistress sleep in peace, Than when the holy priest first joined our hands, and cease from all her sorrows. These few And knit the sacred knot of bridal love.

trifles, Gar. The day wears fast; Lord Guilford, have The pledges of a dying mistress' love,

Receive and share among you. Thou, Maria, Will you lav hold on life?

(To 1 Wom. Guil. What are the terms?

Hast been my old, my very faithful servant : Gur. Death, or the mass, attend you.

In dear remembrance of thy love, I leave thee Guil. 'Tis determined :

This book, the law of everlasting truth: Lead to the scaffold.

Make it thy treasure still; 'twas my support, Gar. Bear him to his fate.

When all help else forsook me. Guil. Oh, let me fold thee once more in my Gar. Will you yet arms,

Repent, be wise, and save your precious life?

will see

you thought?

L. J. Gray. Oh, Winchester ! has learning To latest times the blessing to convey, taught thee that,

And guard that faith for which I die to-day! To barter truth for life?

[Lady Jane goes up to the scaffold. Gar. Mistaken folly!

The scene closes.
You toil and travail for your own perdition,
And die for damned errors.

L. J. Gray. Who judge rightly,

Pem. Horror on horror! Blasted be the hand And who persists in error, will be known, That struck my Guilford! Oh, his bleeding trunk Then, when we meet again. Once more, fare- Shall live in these distracted eyes for ever! well!

[To her women. Curse on thy fatal arts, thy cruel counsels ! Goodness be ever with you. When I'm dead,

[To Gardiner. Entreat they do no rude, dishonest wrong The queen is deaf, and pitiless as thou art. To my cold, headless corpse; but see it shrouded, Gar. The just reward of heresy and treason And decent laid in earth.

Is fallen upon them both, for their vain obstinacy; Gar. Wilt thou then die ?

Untimely death, with infamy on earth, Thy blood be on thy head.

And everlasting punishment hereafter. L. J. Gray. My blood be where it falls; let Pem. And canst thou tell? Who gave thee to the earth hide it;

explore And may it never rise, or call for vengeance. The secret purposes of Heaven, or taught thee Oh, that it were the last shall fall a victim To set a bound to mercy unconfined ? To zeal's inhuman wrath! Thou, gracious Hea- But know, thou proud, perversely-judging Win ven,

chester! Hear and defend at length thy suffering people; Howe'er you hard, imperious censures doom, Raise up a monarch of the royal blood,

And portion out our lot in worlds to come, Brave, pious, equitable, wise, and good.

Those, who, with honest hearts, pursue the right, In thy due season let the hero come,

And follow faithfully truth's sacred light, To save thy altars from the rage of Rome : Though suffering here, shall from their sorrows Long let him reign, to bless the rescued land,

cease, And deal out justice with a righteous hand. Rest with the saints, and dwell in endless peace. And when he fails, oh, may he leave a son,

(Ereunt. With equal virtues to adorn his throne;

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