"Tell the old deep, and all thy brother floods, "My Jane is empress of the wat❜ry world! "Now with glad fires our bloodless streets shall shine: "With cries of joy our cheerful ways shall ring;" Thy name shall echo through the rescu'd isle, And reach applauding heaven!

L. J. G. Oh, Guilford! what do we give up glory!

For glory! that's a toy I would not purchase,

An idle, empty bubble. But for England!
What must we lose for that? Since then my fate
Has forc'd this hard exchange 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' my fortune frown,
And bury me beneath this fatal crown ;
Let that one good be added to my doom,

for

To save this land from tyranny and Rome. [Exeunt.

IN

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Continues. Enter PEMBROKE and GARDINER.

Gardiner.

an unlucky and accursed hour

Set forth that traitor duke, that proud Northumber

land,

"To draw his sword upon the side of heresy,

“And war against our Mary's holy right :
"Ill fortune fly before, and pave his way
"With disappointments, mischief, and defeat ;"
Do thou, O holy Becket, the protector,

The champion, and the martyr of our church,
Appear, and once more own the cause of Rome :
Beat down his lance, break thou his sword in battle,
And cover foul rebellion with confusion.

Pem. I saw him marching at his army's head;
I mark'd him issuing thro' the city-gate
In harness all appointed, as he pass'd;
And (for he wore his beaver up) cou'd read
Upon his visage, horror and dismay.

No voice of cheerful salutation cheer'd him,
None wish'd his arms might thrive, or bade God speed

him;

But through a staring ghastly-looking crowd,
Unhail'd, unbless'd, with heavy heart he went :
As if his traitor father's haggard ghost,
And Somerset, fresh bleeding from the axe,
On either hand had usher'd him to ruin.
Gar. Nor shall the holy vengeance loiter long.
At Farmingham, in Suffolk, lies the queen,
Mary, our pious mistress: where each day
The nobles of the land, and swarming populace,
Gather, and list beneath her royal ensigns.
The fleet, commanded by Sir Thomas Jerningham,
Set out in warlike manner to oppose her,

With one consent have join'd to own her cause:

The valiant Sussex, and Sir Edward Hastings,
With many more of note, are up in arms,

And all declare for her.

"Pem. The citizens,

"Who held the noble Somerset right dear,

"Hate this aspiring Dudley and his race,

"And wou'd upon the instant join t'oppose him;

"Could we but draw some of the lords o'th' council

"T'appear among 'em, own the same design, "Andring the rev'rend sanction of authority "To lead 'em into action. For that purpose,

"To thee, as to an oracle, I come,

"To learn what fit expedient may be found, "To win the wary council to our side.

"Say thou, whose head is grown thus silver-white "In arts of government, and turns of state, "How we may blast our enemies with ruin,

"And sink the curs'd Northumberland to hell? "Gar. In happy time be your whole wish accomplish'd.

"Since the proud Duke set out, I have had confer ence,

"As fit occasion serv'd, with divers of 'em,
"The Earl of Arundel, Mason, and Cheyney,
"And find 'em all dispos'd as we cou'd ask.
"By holy Mary, if I count aright,
"To-day the better part shall leave this place,
"And meet at Baynard's castle in the city;
"There own our sovereign's title, and defy

Jane and her gospel-crew. But hie you hence!

"This place is still within our foes command,

"Their puppet-queen reigns here."

Enter an Officer with a Guard.

Off. Seize on 'em both.

T

[Guards seize Pembroke and Gardiner.

My lord, you are a pris'ner to the state.

Off. By the queen's command,

Sign'd and deliver'd by Lord Guilford Dudley.

Pem. Curse on his traitor's heart!

Gard. Rest you contented :

You have loiter'd here too long; but use your pati

ence,

These bonds shall not be lasting.

Off. As for you, Sir,

[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.
You're noted for an over-busy meddler,

A secret practiser against the state;

For which, henceforth, your limits shall be straiter. Hence, to your chamber!

Gar. Farewell, gentle Pembroke;

I trust that we shall meet on blither terms:

Till then, amongst my beads I will remember you,
And give you to the keeping of the saints.

[Exeunt Part of the Guards with Gardiner.

Pem. Now, whither must I go?

Off. This way, my lord.

[Going off

Enter GUILFORD.

Guil. Hold, Captain! ere you go, I have a word

or two

For this your noble pris'ner.

Off. At your pleasure:

I know my duty, and attend your lordship.

[The Officer and Guards retire to the farthest Part of the Stage.

Guil. Is all the gentleness that was betwixt us So lost, so swept away from thy remembrance, Thou canst not look upon me?

Pem. Ha! not look!

What terrors are there in the Dudley's race,
That Pembroke dares not look upon and scorn?
And yet, 'tis true, I wou'd not look upon thee:
Our eyes avoid to look on what we hate,
As well as what we fear.

Guil. You hate me, then!

Pem. I do; and wish perdition may o'ertake
Thy father, thy false self, and thy whole name.
Guil. And yet, as sure as rage disturbs thy reason,
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 pow'r I have before thee,
And fence thee from destruction with my life.
Pem. Friendship from thee! But my just soul dis-
dains thee.

Hence! take the prostituted bauble back,