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Let us contend, as friends and brave men ought,
[Exit Pem. Guil. How cross the ways of life lie! While we
think We travel on direct in one high road, And have our journey's end oppos'd in view, A thousand thwarting paths break in upon us, To puzzle and perplex our wand'ring steps ; Love, friendship, hatred, in their turns mislead us, And ev'ry passion has its separate interest : Where is that piercing foresight can unfold Where all this mazy error will have end, And tell the doom resery'd for me and Pembroke? " There is but one end certain, that is Death : “ Yet ev’n that certainty is still uncertain. « For of these several tracks which lie before us, " We know that one leads certainly to death, " But know not which that one is.” 'Tis in vain, This blind divining; let me think no more on't: And see the mistress of our fate appear!
Enter Lady JANE GRAY. Attendants.
Chear'st ev'ry drooping heart in this sad place;
Lift'st up thy sacred beams upon the land,
pare my presence
Guil. He lives as yet, But ev'ry moment cuts away a hope, Adds to our fears, and gives the infant saint Great prospect of his op'ning heaven. L. y. Gray. “ Descend ye choirs of angels, to re
ceive him, “ Tune your melodious harps to some high strain, “ And waft him upwards with a song of triumph; “ A purer soul, and one more like yourselves, “ Ne’er enter'd at the golden gates of bliss." Oh, Guilford! What remains for wretched England, When he, our guardian angel, shall forsake us ? « For whose dear sake Heav'n spar'd a guilty land, " And scatter'd not its plagues while Edward reign'd.
Guil. I own my heart bleeds inward at the thought,
And rising horrors crowd the op'ning scene."
When thus 'tis giv'n me to behold those eyes,
gaze and wonder, “how excelling nature
L. 7. Gray. Oh, vain flattery! “ Harsh and ill-sounding ever to my ear; " But on a day like this, the raven's note “ Strikes on my sense more sweetly." But, no
more, “ I charge thee touch the ungrateful theme no
Guil. Were I like dying Edward, sure a touch
vain purpose, " When the wan king of terrors stalks before us,". When universal ruin gathers round, And no escape is left us? Are we not Like wretches in a storm, whom ev'ry moment The greedy deep is gaping to devour? s6 Around us see the pale despairing crew
“ Wring their sad hands, and give their labour
o'er;" The hope of life has ev'ry heart forsook, And horror sits on each distracted look; “ One solemn thought of death does all employ, " And cancels, like a dream, delight and joy; " One sorrow streams from all their weeping eyes, “ And one consenting voice for mercy cries;' Trembling, they dread just Heav'n's avenging power, Mourn their past lives, and wait the fatal hour.
ACT II. SCENE I.
Continues. Enter the Duke of NORTHUMBERLAND, and
the Duke of SUFFOLK.
Suff. I know not what my secret soul presages,
" That we had waited some more blessed time,
North. Doubt not any thing;
Suff. In that I trust. Good angels be our guard,
prove vain. But see! My wife!
L. Guil. How shall I speak the fulness of my heart?
joys, “ In all the joys which this sad day can give. " The dear delight I have to call thee son, • Comes like a cordial to my drooping spirits; " It broods with gentle warmth upon my bosom,