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Who beat the heav'ns with thy applauded name,
I stand, And tamely see thee borne away to death? Then blasted be my coward name for ever. No, I will set myself to guard this spot, To which our narrow empire now is shrunk: Here I will grow the bulwark of my queen ; Nor shall the hand of violence profane thee, Until my breast have borne a thousand wounds, Till this torn mangled body sink at once A heap of purple ruin at thy feet. L. 7. Gray. And could thy rash distracted rage do
thus ? Draw thy vain sword against an armed multitude, “ Only to have my poor heart split with horror, " To see thee stabb’d and butcher'd here before me?" Oh, call thy better nobler courage to thee, And let us meet this adverse fate with patience ! “ Greet our insulting foes with equal tempers, " With even-brows, and souls secure of death;
" Here stand unmov'd; as once the Roman senate
Enter Sussex, GARDINER, Officers and Soldiers.
Here my commission ends. To you, my lord, (To Gar,
Gar. Unnumber'd blessings fall upon her head,
Suss. The queen is on her entrance, and expects me:
Gar. Farewell, right noble Sussex :
Shall be observ'd by her most lowly creature.
[Exit Sussex. Lieutenant of the Tower, take hence your pris'ners: Be it your care to see 'em kept apart, That they may hold no commerce with each other.
1. J. Gray. That stroke was unexpected. Guil. Wilt thou part us ?
Gar. I hold no speech heretics and traitors. Lieutenant, see my orders are obey'd. [ Exit Gar.
Guil. Inhuman, monstrous, unexampl?d cruelty. Oh, tyrant! but the task becomes thee well; Thy savage temper joys to do death's office; To tear the sacred bands of love asunder, And part those hands which heav'n itself hath join'd.
Duch. Suff. To let us waste the little rest of life Together, had been merciful.
Suff. Then it had not Been done like Winchester.
Guil. Thou stand'st unmov'd; Calm temper sits upon thy beauteous brow; Thy eyes, that flow'd so fast for Edward's loss, Gaze unconcern’d upon the ruin round thee; As if thou hadst resolv'd to brave thy fate, And triumph in the midst of desolation. “ Ha! see, it swells; the liquid crystal rises, “ It starts, in spite of thee, -but I will catch it; “ Nor let the earth be wet with dew so rich."
L. 7. Gray. And dost thou think, my Guilford, !
My father, mother, and ey'n thee my husband,
Torn from my side without a pang of sorrow?
Guil. Give way, and let the gushing torrent come;
L. J. Gray. Guilford ! no:
Guil. Oh, teach me ! saỹ, what energy divine
L. 7. Gray. Truth and innocence;
Lieut. My lords, my orders_
L. J. Gray. Yet surely we shall meet again. " Guil. Oh! Where? “ L. I. Gray. If not on earth, among yon golden
stars, r. Where other suns arise on other earths, “ And happier beings rest on happier seats : “ Where with a reach enlarg'd, our soul shall view “ The great Creator's never-ceasing hand “ Pour forth new worlds to all eternity, “ And people the infinity of space." Guil. Fain wou'd I cheer my heart with hopes like
4. To us the sun “ Dies ev'ry night, and ev'ry morn revives : “ The flow'rs, which winter's icy hand destroy'd, “ Lift their fair heads, and live again in spring.” Mark, with what hopes upon the furrow'd plain, The careful plowman casts the pregnant grain ; There hid, as in a grave, a while it lies, Till the revolving season bids it rise ;