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Lady J. G. Take me, crown me.
Guil. Wake ev'ry tuneful instrument to tell it,
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
ACT THE FOURTH.
Enter PEMBROKE and GARDINER.
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;
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
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,
Pem. Curse on his traitor's heart!
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.
Enter GUILFORD. Guil. Hold, Captain ! ere you go, I have a word
Ofi. At your pleasure:
[The OFFICER and GUARDS retire to the far
thest Part of the Stage.
Pem. Ha ! not look !
And yet, 'tis true, I would not look
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-