LADY JANE GRAY. The court. ACTI. SCENE 1. Enter the Duke of NORTHUMBERLAND, Duke of SUFFOLK, and Sir JOHN GATES. Northumberland. 'Tis all in vain; heav'n has requir'd its pledge, And he must die. Suff. Is there an honest heart, That loves our England, does not mourn for Edward? The genius of our isle is shook with sorrow, "He bows his venerable head with pain, "And labours with the sickness of his lord." Religion melts in ev'ry holy eye; "All comfortless, afflicted, and forlorn, "Ev'n now she seems to meditate her flight, "And waft her angels to the thrones above." North. Ay, there, my lord, you touch our heaviest With him our holy faith is doom'd to suffer; "The toil of saints, and price of martyrs' blood, Shall scourge the land for ten dark ages more. So precious, and prevent a nation's fate? North. What has been left untry'd that art could do? "The hoary wrinkled leech has watch'd and toil'd, "Try'd ev'ry health-restoring herb and gum, "And weary'd out his painful skill in vain. "Close, like a dragon folded in his den, "Creeps in his veins, and drinks the streams of life;”* And every gasp we look shall be his last. Sir J. G. Doubt not, your graces, but the Popish faction Will at this juncture urge their utmost force. "Suff. What better can we hope, if she should reign ? "I know her well, a blinded zealot is she, "A gloomy nature, sullen and severe. "Nurtur'd by proud presuming Romish priests, "Taught to believe they only cannot err, "Because they cannot err; bred up in scorn "Of reason, and the whole lay world; instructed To hate whoe'er dissent from what they teach, "To purge the world.from heresy by blood, "To massacre a nation, and believe it "An act well pleasing to the Lord of Mercy: "These are thy gods, oh, Rome, and this thy faith!" North. And shall we tamely yield ourselves to bondage? Bow down before these holy purple tyrants, No; And though I found but one more thus resolv'd, Suff. Doubt not, there are ten thousand and ten thousand, To own a cause so just. Sir J. G. The list I gave Into your grace's hand last night, declares My power and friends at full. North. Be it your care, [To Northumb. Good Sir John Gates, to see your friends appointed And ready for the occasion. Haste this instant, Sir J. G. I go, my lord. [Exit Sir J. Gates. North. Your grace's princely daughter, lady Jane, Is she yet come to court? Suff. Not yet arriv'd, But with the soonest I expect her here. I know her duty to the dying king, Join'd with my strict commands to hasten hither, Will bring her on the wing. North. Beseech your grace, To speed another messenger to press her; For on her happy presence all our counsels Depend, and take their fate. Suff. Upon the instant Your grace shall be obey'd. I go to summon her. [Exit Suffolk. North. What trivial influences hold dominion O'er wise men's counsels, and the fate of empire! "The greatest schemes that human wit can forge, "Or bold ambition dares to put in practice, "Depend upon our husbanding a moment, |