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Where are the rev’rend sages of the law,
North. The judges all attend, and will at leisure
L. J. Gray. They expound;
North. Nor shall that long • Be wanting to your wish. The lords and commons
Shall, at your royal bidding, soon assemble, • And, with united homage, own your title. • Delay not, then, to meet the general wish, • But be our Queen, be England's true support. • Nor let mistaken piety betray you • To join with cruel Mary in our ruin; 6 Her bloody faith commands her to destroy, . And yours forbids to save.'
Guil. Our foes, already High in their hopes, devote us all to death: • The dronisk monks, the scorn and shame of manhood, s Rouze and prepare once more to take possession,
To nestle in their ancient hives again; • Again they furbish up their holy trumpery,
Relics, and wooden wonder-working saints, 6 Wholé loads of lumber and religious rubbish, ' In high procession mean to bring them back,
And place the puppets in their shrines again : ( While those of keener malice, savage Bonner, 6 And deep-designing Gard'ner, dream of vengeance;
Devour the blood of innocents, in hope;
And speed their flight to havoc and the prey.'
North. Save your friends!
Suff. Your father!
L. J. Gray. Take me, crown me,
Guil. Wake ev'ry tuneful instrument to tell it,
Imperial Thames, catch thou the solemn sound, ( And roll it to the subject ocean down:
Tell the cld deep, and all thy brother floods,
Now with glad fires our bloodless streets shall shine :
L. J. Gray. Oh, Guilford! what do we give up for For glory! that's a toy I would not purchase, [glory! An idle, empty bubble. But for England ! What must we lose for that! Since then 'tis fix'd, This hard exchange thus forc'd 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' this fatal crown Must bury me, and weigh my spirits down, Let that one good from these my trials come, To save this land from tyranny and Rome. [Exeunt.*
* The Reader will see from The Editor's Preface, p. 330, ibat this scene passed at Durhamn Louse.
The SCENE continues.
Enter PEMBROKE and GARDINER.
Gard. That traitor Duke, that proud Northumberland " To draw his sword upon the side of heresy, (presumes • And war against our Mary's royal right.'
Pemb. I saw him marching at his army's head;
Gard. Nor shall the holy vengeance loiter long.
Pemb. The citizens,
And would, upon the instant, join t' oppose him; © Could we but draw some of the lords o' the council
T' appear among them, own the same design,
And bring the rev'rend sanction of authority * To lead them into action. For that purpose,
"To thee, as to an oracle, I come,
Say, thou, whose head is grown thus silver-white
In arts of government and turns of state,
And sink Northumberland beneath our feet?
plish'd. Since the proud Duke set out, I have had conference,
As fit occasion serv’d, with divers of them; « The Earl of Arundel, Mason, and Cheyney; " And find them all dispos’d as we could ask.
My Lord, believe me, if I count aright,
And meet at Baynard's-Castle * in the city;
Jane and her traitor-crew. But hie you hence! « This place is still within our foes command, Their puppet-queen reigns here.'
Enter an Officer with a guard. Offi. Seize on them both.
[Guards seize Pembroke and Gardiner, My Lord, you are a pris’ner to the state.
Pemb. Ha! by whose order?
Offi. By the Queen's command,
Gard. Rest you contented:
[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.
* A Castle in Thames-street. The VIIth scene of tbe IIId. A. of Richard Ill. is in The Court of Baynard's Castle, on which Mr. Malone observes, that it had belonged to Richard Duke of York, “ and at this time was the property of his grandson King Edwand “ V.” Io helonged at the period of this play to the Earl of Pembroke. There is a print of it in Harding's Shakespeare Illustrated
You're noted for an over-busy meddler,
Gard. Farewell, gentle Pembroke;
[Exeunt part of the Guurd with Gardiner. Pemb. Now, whither must I go? Offi. This way, my Lord.
Offi. At your pleasure:
[The Oficer and Guards retire to the farthest
part of the stage.
Pemb. Ha! not look!
Guil. And yet, as sure as rage disturbs thy reasong: 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 my
life. Pemb. Friendship from thee! but my just soul disdains llence! take the prostituted bauble back,
Ilang it to grace some slavering ideot's ' For none but fools will prize the tinsel toy.' But thou art come, perhaps, to vaunt thy greatness,