L. J. G. You turn to view the painted side of

royalty,

And cover all the cares that lurk beneath.

Is it, to be a queen, to sit aloft,

In solemn, dull, uncomfortable state,
The flatter'd idol of a servile court?

Is it to draw a pompous train along,

A pageant, for the wondring crowd to gaze at? "Is it, in wantonness of pow'r to reign, "And make the world subservient to my pleasure. "Is it not rather, to be greatly wretched, "To watch, to toil, to take a sacred charge, "To bend each day before high Heav'n, and own, "This people hast thou trusted to my hand, "And at my hand, I know, thou shalt require 'em?” Alas, Northumberland !-My father!-Is it not To live a life of care, and when I die, Have more to answer for before my judge, Than any of my subjects?

"D. Suff. Ev'ry state,

"Allotted to the race of man below,

❝. Is, in proportion, doom'd to taste some sorrow, "Nor is the golden wreath on a king's brow "Exempt from care; and yet, who would not bear it? "Think on the monarchs of our royal race,

"They liv'd not for themselves: how many blessings, "How many lifted hands shall pay thy toil, "If for thy people's good thou happ'ly borrow "Some portion from the hours of rest, and wake "To give the world repose!"

Suff. Behold, we stand upon the brink of ruin, And only thou canst save us. Persecution,

That fiend of Rome and hell, prepares her tortures; See where she comes in Mary's priestly train! Still wo't thou doubt? till thou behold her stalk, Red with the blood of martyrs, and wide wasting O'er England's bosom?" All the mourning year "Our towns shall glow with unextinguish'd fires; "Our youth on racks shall stretch their crackling bones;

"Our babes shall sprawl on consecrated spears; "Matrons and husbands, with their new-born infants, "Shall burn promiscuous; a continu'd peal

"Of lamentations, groans, and shrieks, shall sound, "Through all our purple ways."

Guil. Amidst that ruin,

Think thou behold'st thy Guilford's head laid low, Bloody and pale

L. J. G. Oh! spare the dreadful image!

Guil. Oh! wou'd the misery be bounded there,
My life were little; but the rage of Rome.
Demands whole hecatombs, a land of victims.
"With superstition comes that other fiend,

"That bane of peace, of arts and virtue, tyranny ; "That foe of justice, scorner of all law;

"That beast, which thinks mankind were born for

one,

"And made by Heav'n to be a monster's prey; "That heaviest curse of groaning nation's tyranny." Mary shall, by her kindred Spain, be taught

To bend our necks beneath a brazen yoke,
And rule o'er wretches with an iron sceptre.

L. J. G. Avert that judgment, Heav'n!
Whate'er thy providence allots for me,
In mercy spare my country.

Guil. Oh, my queen!

Does not thy great, thy generous heart relent,
To think this land, for liberty so fam'd,

Shall have her tow'ry front at once laid low,
And robb'd of all its glory?" Oh! my country!
"Oh! fairest Albion, empress of the deep,

"How have thy noblest sons, with stubborn valour,
"Stood to the last, dy'd many a field in blood,
"In dear defence of birth-right and their laws!
"And shall those hands which fought the cause of
freedom,

"Be manacled in base unworthy bonds:

"Be tamely yielded up, the spoil, the slaves
"Of hair-brain'd zeal, and cruel coward priests?"
L. J. G. Yes, my lov'd lord, my soul is mov'd like
thine,

At ev'ry danger which invades our England;
My cold heart kindles at the great occasion,
And could be more than man in her defence.
But where is my commission to redress?

Or whence my pow'r to save? Can Edward's will,
Or twenty met in council, make a queen?
Can you, my lords, give me the power to canvass
A doubtful title with king Henry's daughters?
Where are the rev'rend sages of the law,

To guide me with their wisdoms, and point out The paths which right and justice bid me tread ? North. The judges all attend, and will at leisure Resolve you ev'ry scruple.

L. 7. G. They expound;

But where are those, my lord, that make the law?
Where are the ancient honours of the realm,
The nobles, with the mitred fathers join'd?
The wealthy commons solemnly assembled ?
Where is that voice of a consenting people,
To pledge the universal faith with mine,
And call me justly queen?

"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 better angel. "Nor let mistaken piety betray you

"To join with cruel Mary in our ruin :

"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 dronish monks, the scorn and shame of man

hood,

"Rouse and prepare once more to take possession, "To nestle in their ancient hives again :

"Again they furbish up their holy trumpery, "Relicks and wooden wonder-working saints,

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"Whole 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, "And deep-designing Gard'ner, dream of vengeance; "Devour the blood of innocents, in hope;

"Like vultures, snuff the slaughter in the wind, "And speed their flight to havock and the prey." Haste then, and save us, while 'tis given to save Your country, your religion. North. Save your friends! Suff. Your father!

D. Suff. Mother!

Guil. Husband!

L. J. G. Take me, crown me,
Invest me with this royal wretchedness;

Let me not know one happy minute more;
Let all my sleepless nights be spent in care,
My days be fix'd with tumults and alarms;
If only I can save you, if my fate

Has mark'd me out to be the public victim,
I take the lot with joy. Yes, I will die
For that eternal truth my faith is fix'd on,
And that dear native land which gave me birth.
-Guil. Wake ev'ry tuneful instrument to tell it,
And let the trumpet's sprightly note proclaim
My Jane is England's queen! "Let the loud cannon
"In peals of thunder speak it to Augusta ;
"Imperial Thames, catch thou the sacred sound,
"And roll it to the subject ocean down: