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His army, onward as he march’d, shrunk from him,
Moulder'd away, and melted by his side ;
Like falling hail thick strewn upon the ground,
Which, ere we can essay to count, is vanishid,
With some few followers he arriv'd at Cambridge;
But there ev'n they forsook him, and himself
Was forc'd, with heavy heart and wat’ry eye,
To cast his cap up, with dissembled cheer,
And cry, God save queen Mary. But, alas !
Little avail'd the semblance of that loyalty :
For soon thereafter, by the Earl of Arundel,
With treason he was charg’d, and there arrested ;
And now he brings him pris’ner up to London.
Lady J. G. Then there's an end of greatness: the
Of empire, and a crown that danc'd before me,
With all those unsubstantial empty forms:
Waiting in idle mockery around us ;
The gaudy masque, tedious, and nothing meaning,
Is vanish'd all at once-
-Why, fare it well. Guil. And canst thou bear this sudden turn of fate, With such unshaken temper?
Lady J. G. For myself,
If I could form a wish for Heav'n to grant,
It should have been, to rid me of this crown.
And thou, o'erruling, great, all knowing Power!
Thou, who discern'st our thoughts, who see'st them
And forming in the soul ! Oh, judge me, thou,
If e'er ambition's guilty fires have warm’d me,
If e'er my heart inclin'd to pride, to power,
Or join'd in being a queen. I took the sceptre
To save this land, thy people, and thy altars:
And now, behold, I bend my grateful knee,
[Kneeling In humble adoration of that mercy, Which quits me of the vast unequal task.
Enter the DUCHESS of SUFFOLK. Duchess S. Nay, keep that posture still, and let us
join, Fix all our knees by thine, lift up our hands, And seek for help and pity from above, For earth and faithless man will give us none. Lady J. G. What is the worst our cruel fate or
dains us? Duchess S. Curs'd be my fatal counsels, curs'd my
tongue, That pleaded for thy ruin, and persuaded Thy guiltless feet to tread the paths of greatness !
I have undone thee ! Lady J. G. Oh, my mother! Should I not bear a portion in your sorrows ? Duchess S. Alas, thou hast thy own, a double por
Mary is come, and the revolting Londoners,
Who beat the heav'ns with thy applauded name,
Now crowd to meet, and hail her as their queen.
Sussex is enter'd here, commands the Tower,
Has plac'd his guards around, and this sad place,
So late thy palace, is become our prison.
I saw him bend his knee to cruel Gardiner,
Who, freed from his confinement, ran to meet him,
Embrac'd and bless'd him with a hand of blood;
Each hast’ning moment I expect them here,
To seize, and pass the doom of death upon us.
Guil. Ha! seiz'd! Shalt thou be seiz'd ; and shall
And tamely see thee borne away to death?
Then blasted be my coward name for ever.
No, I will set myself to guard this spot,
To which our narrow empire now is shrunk :
Here I will grow the bulwark of my queen;
Nor shall the hand of violence profane thee,
Until my breast have borne a thousand wounds,
Till this torn margled body sink at once
A heap of purple ruin at thy feet.
Lady J. G. And could thy rash distracted rage do
Draw thy vain sword against an armed multitude,
Only to have my poor heart split with horror,
To see thee stabb’d and butcher'd here before me?
Oh, call thy better nobler courage to thee,
And let us meet this adverse fate with patience ?
Greet our insulting foes with equal tempers,
With even brows, and souls secure of death:
Here stand uninov'd; as once the Roman senate
Receiv'd fierce Brennus, and the conquering Gauls,
Till e'en the rude barbarians stood amaz'd
At such superior virtue. Be thyself,
For see the trial comes !
Enter Sussex, GARDINER, OFFICERS and SOLDIERS.
Suss. Guards, execute your orders; seize the trai-
tors : Here my commission ends. To you, my lord,
So our great mistress, royal Mary, bids,
I leave the full disposal of the pris'ners?
To your wise care the pious queen commends
Her sacred self, her crown, and what's yet more,
The holy Roman church; for whose dear safety,
She wills your utmost diligence be shown,
To bring rebellion to the bar of justice.
Yet farther, to proclaim how much she trusts
In Winchester's deep thought, and well try'd faith,
The seal attends to grace those rev'rend hands;
And when I next salute you, I must call you
Chief minister and chancellor of England.
Gar. Unnumber'd blessings fall upon her head,
My ever-gracious lady! to remember
With such full bounty her old humble beadsman!
For these, her foes, leave me to deal with them.
Suss. The queen is on her entrance, and expects me: My lord, farewell.
Gar. Farewell, right noble Sussex : Commend me to the queen's grace; say her bidding Shall be observ'd by her most lowly creature.
[Exit Sussex. Lieutenant of the Tower, take hence your pris'ners: Be it your care to see them kept apart, That they may hold no commerce with each other.
Lady J. G. That stroke was unexpected. Guil. Wilt thou part us ? Gar. I hold no speech with heretics and traitors. ' Lieutenant, see my orders are obey'd.
(Exit Gar. Guil. Inhuman, monstrous, unexampled cruelty! Oh, tyrant! but the task becomes thee well; Thy savage temper joys to do death's office; To tear the sacred bands of love asunder, And part those bands which Heav'n itself hath join'd.
Duchess S. To let us waste the little rest of life Together, had been merciful.
Suff. Then it had not
Been done like Winchester.
Guil. Thou stand'st unmov'd;
Calm temper sits upon thy beauteous brow;
Thy eyes, that flow'd so fast for Edward's loss,
Gaze unconcern'd upon the ruin round thee;
As if thou hadst resolv'd to brave thy fate,
And triumph in the midst of desolation.
Ha! see, it swells; the liquid crystal rises,
It starts, in spite of thee,-but I will catch it;
Nor let the earth be wet with dew so rich.
Lady. J. G. And dost thou think, my Guilford, I
My father, mother, and ev'n thee my husband,
Torn from my side without a pang of sorrow?
How art thou thus unknowing in my heart !
Words cannot tell thee what I feel. There is
An agonizing softness busy here,
That tugs the strings, that struggles to get loose;
And pour my soul in wailings out before thee.
Guil. Give way, and let the gushing torrent come;
Behold the tears we bring to swell the deluge,
Till the flood rise upon the guilty world,
And make the ruin common.
Lady J. G. Guilford, no: The time for tender thoughts and soft endearments Is fled away and gone : joy has forsaken us; Our hearts have now another part to play; They must be steeld with some uncommon fortitudo, That, fearless, we may tread the path of horror; And, in despite of fortune and our foes, Evin in the hour of death, be more than conq'rors. Guil. Oh, teach me! say, what
divine Inspires thy softer sex, and tender years, With such unshaken courage?
Lady J. G. Truth and innocence ;
A conscious knowledge rooted in my heart,
That to have sav'd my country was my duty.
Yes, England, yes, my country, I would save thee ;
But Heav'n forbids, Heav'n disallows my weakness,
And to some dear selected hero's hand
Reserves the glory of thy great deliverance,
Lieut. My lords, my orders-
Guil. See! we must must part.
Lady J. G. Yet surely we shall meet again.
Guil. Oh ! Where?
Lady J. G. If not on earth, among yon golden
Where other suns arise on other earths,
And happier beings rest on happier seats:
Where with a reach enlarg’d, our soul shall view
The great Creator's never-ceasing hand
Pour forth new worlds to all eternity,
And people the infinity of space.
Guil. Fain would I cheer my heart with hopes like