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Forbid me all to enter into speech with thee,
Or I could tell thee
i Pem. No, it needs not, traitor!
For all thy poor, thy little arts are known.
Thou fear'st my vengeance, and art come to fawn,
To make a merit of that proffer'd freedom,
Which, in despite of thee, a day shall give me.
Nor can my fate depend on thee, false Guilford ;
For know, to thy confusion, ere the sun
Twice gild the east; our royal Mary comes
To end thy pageant reign, and set me free.
Guil. Ungrateful and unjust! Hast thou then

known me
So little, to accuse my heart of fear?
Hast thou forgotten Musselborough's field?
Did I then fear, when by thy side I fought,
And dy'd my maiden sword in Scottish blood ?
But this is madness all.

Pem. Give me my sword. [Taking his Sword.
Perhaps indeed, I wrong thee. Thou hast thought;
And, conscious of the injury thou hast done me,
Art come to proffer me a soldier's justice,
And meet my arm in single opposition.
Lead then, and let me follow to the field.
Guil. Yes, Pembroke, thou shalt satisfy thy ven-

geance, And write thy bloody purpose on my bosom. But let death wait to-day. By our past friendship, In honour's name, by ev'ry sacred tie, I beg thậe ask no more, but haste from hence, Pem. What mystic meaning lurks beneath thy

words? What fear is this, which thou wouldst awé my soul

with ? Is there a danger Pembroke dares not meet?

Guil. Oh, spare my tongue a tale of guilt and hor


Trust me this once : believe me when I tell thee,

Thy safety and thy life is all I seek.
Pem. Curse on this shuffling, dark,, ambiguous

If thou wouldst have me think thou mean'st me fairly,
Speak with that plainness honesty delights in,
And let thy double tongue for once be true.

Guil. Forgive me filial piety and nature, If thus compell’d, I break your sacred laws, Reveal my father's crime, and blot with infamy The hoary head of him who gave me being, To save the man, whom my soul loves, from death,

[Giving a Paper Read there the fatal purpose of thy foe, A thought which wounds my soul with shame and

horror! Somewhat that darkness should have hid for ever, But that thy life-Say, hast thou seen that character? Pem. I know it well; the hand of proud Northum

berland, Directed to his minions, Gates and Palmer. What's this?

[Reads.] Remember, with your closest care, to observe those whom I named to you at parting ; especially keep, your eye upon the Earl of Pembroke ; as lis power and interest are most considerable, so his opposition will be most fatal to us. Remember the resolution was taken, if you should

find him inclined to our enemies. The forms of justice are tedious, and delays are dangerous. If he falters, lose not the sight of him till your daggers have reached his heart. My heart! Oh, murd'rous villain!

Guil, Since he parted, Thy ways have all been watch'd, thy steps been mark'd; Thy secret treaties with the malecontents That harbour in the city; thy conferring With Gardner here in the Tower; all is known; And, in pursuance of that bloody mandate,

A set of chosen ruffians wait to end thee :
There was but one way left me to preserve thee ;
I took it; and this morning sent my warrant
To seize upon thy person-But begone!

Pem. 'Tis so—'tis truth-- see his honest heart

Guil. I have a friend of well try'd faith and courage,
Who, with a fit disguise, and arms conceald,
Attends without to guide thee hence with safety.
Pem. What is Northumberland? And what art

Guil. Waste not the time. Away!

Pem. And can I leave thee,
Ere I have clasp'd thee in my eager arms,
And giv'n thee back my sad repenting heart?
Believe me, Guilford, like the patriarch's dove,

[Embracing. It wander'd forth, but found no resting place, Till it came home again to lodge with thee.

Guil. What is there that my soul can more desire, Than these dear marks of thy returning friendship; The danger comes If you stay longer here, You die, my Pembroke.

Pem. Let me stay and die;
For if I go, I go to work thy ruin.
Thou know'st not what a foe thou send'st me forth,
That I have sworn destruction to the queen,
And pledg’d my faith to Mary and her cause :
My honour is at stake.

Guil. I know 'tis given.
But go-the stronger thy engagements there,
The more's thy danger here. There is a Power
Who sits above the stars; in him I trust.;
All, that I have, his bounteous hand bestow'd';
And he, that gave it, can preserve it to me.
But fly! begone!

Pem. Yes, I will go--for, see! behold who comes! Oh, Guilford ! hide me, shield me from her sight; Every mad passion kindles up again,


Love, rage, despair—and yet I will be master
I will remember thee- -Oh, my torn heart !
I leave a thousand thousand things to say,
But cannot, dare not, stay to look on her.


Enter LADY JANE, reading.
Lady J. G. 'Tis false! The thinking soul is some-

what more
Than symmetry of atoms well dispos’d,
The harmony of matter. Farewell else
The hope of all hereafter, that new life,
That separate intellect, which must survive,
When this fine frame is moulder'd into dust.

Guil. What read'st thou there, my queen ?
Lady J. G. 'Tis Plato's Phædon ;
Where dying Socrates takes leave of life,
With such an easy, careless, calm indifference,
As if the trifle were of no account,
Mean in itself, and only to be worn
In honour of the Giver.

Guil. Shall thy soul
Still scorn the world, still fly the joys that court
Thy blooming beauty, and thy tender youth?
Still shall she soar on contemplation's wing,
And mix with nothing meaner than the stars;
As heaven and immortality alone
Were objects worthy to employ her faculties?
Lady J. G. Bate but thy truth, what is there here

Deserves the least regard? Is it not time
To bid our souls look out, explore hereafter,
And seek some better sure abiding place;
When all around our gathering foes come on,
To drive, to sweep us from this world at once?



Guil. Does any danger new

Lady J. G. The faithless counsellors Are fled from hence to join the Princess Mary, The servile herd of courtiers, who so late In low obedience bent the knee before me; They, who with zealous tongues, and hands uplifted, Besought me to defend their laws and faith ; Vent their lewd execrations on my name, Proclạim me trait'ress now, and to the scaffold Doom


devoted head. Guil. The changeling villains ! That pray for slavery, fight for their bonds, And shun the blessing, liberty, like ruin. But wherefore do I loiter tamely here? Give me my arms: I will preserve my country, Ev'n in her own despite. Some friends I have, Who will or die or conquer in thy cause, Tbine and religion's, thine and England's cause. Lady J. G. Art thou not all my treasure, all my

And wilt thou take from me the only joy,
The last defence is left me here below
Think not thy arm can stem the driving torrent,
Or save a people, who with blinded rage
Urge their own fate, and strive to be undone,
Northumberland, thy father, is in arms;
And if it be in valour to defend us,
His sword, that long has known the way to conquest,
Shall be our surest safety.

Enter the Duke of SUFFOLK,
Suff. Oh, my children !
Lady J. G. Alas! what means my

Suff. Oh, my son,
Thy father, great Northumberland, on whom
Our dearest hopes were built-

Guil. Ha! What of him?
Suff. Is lost! betray'd !

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