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Lady J. G. 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 fix'd in tumults and alarms;
If only I can save you,


Has mark'd me out to be the public victim,
I take the lot with joy. Yes, I will die
For that eternal truth my faith is fix'd on,
And that dear native land which gave me birth.

Guil. Wake ev'ry tuneful instrument to tell it,
And let the trumpet's sprightly note proclaim
My Jane is England's queen! Let the loud cannon
In peals of thunder speak it to Augusta;
Imperial Thamės, 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 watry world!
Lady J. G. 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 forc'd this hard exchange upon my will, Let gracious Heav'n 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, tho' 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. (Escurt



The Tower.


Gar. In an unlucky and accursed hour Set forth that traitor duke, that proud Northumber:

land, To draw his sword upon the side of heresy, And war against our Mary’s holy right: Ill fortune fly before, and pave his way With disappointments, mischief, and defeat ; Do thou, O holy Becket, the protector, The champion, and the martyr of our church, Appear, and once more own the cause of Rome: Beat down his lance, break thou his sword in battle, And cover foul rebellion with confusion.

Pem. I saw him marching at his army's head;
I mark'd him issuing thro' the city gate
In harness all appointed, as he pass'd ;
And (for he wore his beaver up) could read
Upon his visage, horror and dismay.
No voice of cheerful salutation cheer'd him;
None wish'd his arms might thrive, or bade God speed

him ;
But through a staring ghastly looking crowd,
Unhail'd, unbless'd, with heavy heart he went:
As if his traitor father's haggard ghost,
And Somerset, fresh bleeding from the axe,
On either hand had usher'd him to ruin.

Gar. Nor shall the holy vengeance loiter long. At Farmingham, in Suffolk, lies the queen, Mary, our pious mistress: where each day The nobles of the land, and swarming populace, Gather, and list beneath her royal ensigns. The fleet, commanded by Sir Thomas Jerningham, Set out in warlike manner to oppose her, With one consent have join'd to own her cause : The valiant Sussex, and Sir Edward Hastings, With many more

of note, are up in arms, And all declare for her.

Pem. The citizens, Who held the noble Somerset right dear, Hate this aspiring Dudley and his race, And would upon the instant join t'oppose him; Could we but draw some of the lords o'th' council Tappear among them. For that

purpose, To thee, as to an oracle, I come. Gar. Since the proud duke set out, I have had con

As fit occasion servd, with divers of them,
The Earl of Arundel, Mason, and Cheyney,
And find them all dispos'd as we could ask.
By holy Mary, if I count'aright,
To-day the better part shall leave this place,
And meet at Baynard's castle in the city;
There own our sovereign's title, and defy
Jane and her gospel-crew. But hie you hence!
This place is still within our foes' command,
Their puppet-queen reigns here.

Enter an Officer with a GUARD. Off. Seize on them both.

[GUARDS seize PEMBROKE and GARDINER. My lord, you are a pris’ner to the state.

Pem. Ha ! by whose orders

Off. By the queen's command,
Sign'd and deliver'd by Lord Guilford Dudley,

Pem. Curse on his traitor's heart!
Gar. Rest

you contented : You have loiter'd here too long; but use your pa

tience, These bonds shall not be lasting. Offi. As for you, sir,

[To GARDINER "Tis the queen's pleasure you be close confin'd: You've us'd that fair permission was allow'd you, To walk at large within the tower, unworthily. You're noted for an over-busy meddler, A secret practiser against the state; For which, henceforth, your limits shall be straiter. Hence, to your chamber!

Gar. Farewell, gentle Pembrokes I trust that we shall meet on blither terms: Till then, amongst my beads I will remember you, And give you to the keeping of the saints.

[Exeunt Part of the GUARDS with GARDINER. Pem. Now, whither must I go? Offi. This way, my lord.

[Going off

Enter GUILFORD. Guil. Hold, Captain ! ere you go, I have a word

or two
For this your noble pris'ner.

Ofi. At your pleasure:
I know my duty, and attend your lordship.

[The OFFICER and GUARDS retire to the far

thest Part of the Stage.
Guil. Is all the gentleness that was betwixt us
Solost, so swept away from thy remembrance,
Thou canst not look upon me?

Pem. Ha ! not look !
What terrors are there in the Dudley's race,
That Pembroke dares not look upon and scorn ?

And yet, 'tis true, I would not look


Our eyes avoid to look on what we hate,
As well as what we fear.
Guil. You hate


then! Pem. I do.

Guil. And yet; as sure as rage disturbs thy reason, And masters all the noble nature in thee, As sure as thou hast wrong'd me, I am come In tenderness of friendship to preserve thee; To plant ev'n all the power I have before thee, And fence thee from destruction with


life. Pem. Friendship from thee! But my just soul dis

dains thee. Hence! take the prostituted bauble back, For none but fools will praise the tinsel toy. But thou art come perhaps to vaunt thy greatness ; To let me know that Guilford is a king, That he can speak the word, and give me freedom. Oh, short-liv'd pageant ! had'st thou all the pow'r Which thy vain soul would grasp at, I would die, Rot in a dungeon, ere receive a grace, The least, the meanest, courtesy, from thee,

Guil. Oh, Pembroke! but I have not time to talk, For danger presses, danger unforeseen, And secret as the shaft that flies by night, Is aiming at thy life. Captain, a word !

[To the OFFICER. I take your pris'ner to my proper charge; Draw off your guard, and leave his sword with me.

[The Officer delivers the Sword to LORD

GUILFORD, and goes out with his GUARD-
LORD GUILFORD offering the Sword to

Receive this gift, ev'n from a rival's hand;
Oh, take thy sword; and let thy valiant hand
Be ready arm’d to guard thy noble life:
The time, the danger, and the wild impatience,

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