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• Comes like a cordial to my drooping spirits :
And melts that frost of death which hung about me." But haste! inform my daughter of our pleasure ;
Let thy tongue put on all its pleasing eloquence, Instruct thy love to speak of comfort to her, • To soothe her griefs, and cheer the mourning maid."
North. All-desolate and drown'd in flowing tears, By Edward's bed the pious princess sits; • Fast from her lifted eyes the peariy drops
Fall trickling o'er her cheek, while holy ardor " And fervent zeal pour forth her lab’ring soul;' And ev'ry sigh is wing'd with pray’rs so potent, As strive with Heav'n to save her dying Lord.
Duch. Suff. From the first early days of infant life, A gentle band of friendship grew betwixt them; And while our royal uncle Henry reign'd, As brother and as sister bred together, Beneath one common parent's care they liv'd.
North. A wond'rous sympathy of souls conspir'd To form the sacred union. Lady Jane, • Of all his royal blood, was still the dearest :
In ev'ry innocent delight they shar'd, "They sung, and danc'd, and sat, and walk'd together,
Nay, in the graver business of his youth,
When books and learning call’d him from his sportsg, « E'en there the princely maid was his companion.
She left the shining court to share his toil,
Enter Lady Jane Gray, weeping:
Duch. Suff. When I left him,
L. J. Gray. As I approach'd to kneel and pay my
And turning ev'ry thought from earth at once, " To that bless'd place where all his hopes were fix'd, • Earnest he pray’d;
-Merciful, great defender !
Save my poor people from the yoke of Rome,
Guil. “ To be crown'd,
Heav'n guard his ashes, and his realm in peace!"
North: Our grief be on his grave. Our present duty Enjoins to see his last commands obey'd. U hold it fit his death be not made known To any but our friends. To-morrow early The council shall assemble at the Tower. Meanwhile, I beg your grace would strait inform
To the Duchess of Suffolk.
* " Then shall the dust return unto the earth as it was, and the spirit shall refuru unto God who gave it.” Eccles. XII. 7.
Daughter, receive this lord as one whom I,
husband : What more concerns our will, and your obedience, We leave you to receive from him at leisure.
[Exeunt the Duke and Duchess of Suffolk,
and Duke of Northumberland.
And bid these bubbling streams forbear to flow?
L. J. Gray. My heart is cold within me, ev'ry sense Is dead to joy ; but I will hear thee, Guilford,
Nay, I must hear thee, such is her command,
Guil. If I offend thee,
Let me no more have power to address thine ears.
What is my peace or happiness to thine ?'
L. J. Gray. How! Guilford! on this day!
Guil. This happy day, Yet if thou art resolv'd to cross my wish, If this my utmost hope should give thee pain, I'd sooner pray (but that such pray'r were impious) To fall beneath the stroke of death before thee. + I would be swept away with things forgotten, « Be huddled up in some obscure blind grave, • Ere thou should'st say my love has made thee wretched.'
L. J. Gray. Alas! I have too much of death already, And want not thine to furnish out new horror.
0! dreadful thought! If thou wert dead indeed, + What hope were left me then ? Yes, I will own,
Spite of the blush that burns my maiden cheek,
Thy sweetness, virtue, and unblemish'd youth,
Guil. I ask no more;'
shall learn to smile or weep from thine, • Nor will I think of joy while thou art sad. ' L. J. Gray. Say, wo't thou give up all to solem
6 sadness? Wo't thou, in watching, waste the tedious hours?
Say, wo't thou, 'midst these days of desolation, " Banish the thought that ever we have lov'd,
And only now and then let fall a tear, • To mourn for Edward's loss, and England's fate?
• Guil. Unwearied still I will attend thy woes, 6 And be a very faithful partner to thee,
My eyes shall mix their falling drops with thine, • Constant, as never-ceasing waters roll,
That puri and gurgle o'er their sands for ever.
And, when night comes, sad Philomel,* who plains
[Giving her hands • The dear companion of my future days;
* Rowe, like almost all his brother poets, makes the Nightingale that sings to be the female, whereas Naturalists inform us it is the
6 Whatever Providence allots for each,
Guil. Thou wond'rous goodness!
And, by the common course of things below,
Some evil, terrible and unforeseen,
This vast profusion of exceeding pleasure,
L. J. Gray. Trust our fate " To Him whose gracious wisdom guides our ways, • And makes what we think evil turn to good.' Permit me now to leave thee and retire ; I'll summon all my reason and my duty, To sooth this storm within, and frame my heart To yield obedience to my noble parents.
Guil. May Heav'n administer all comfort to thee. And, oh! If, as my fond belief would hope • If any word of mine be gracious to thee,' I beg thee, I conjure thee, drive away Those murd'rous thoughts of grief that kill thy quiet; Restore thy gentle bosom's native peace, Lift up the light of gladness in thy eyes, And cheer my heaviness with one dear smile.
L. J. Gray. Yes, Guilford, I will study to forget All that the royal Edward has been to me, 6 How we have lov'd ev'n from our very cradles."
My private loss no longer will I mourn,
Expected from her pious sovereign's hand: