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Pem. Where shall we seek for truth, when ev'n

religion,
The priestly robe and mitred head disclaim it?
66 But thus bad men dishonour the best cause."
I tell thee, Winchester, doctrines like thine
Have stain'd our holy church with greater infamy
Than all your eloquence can wipe away.
Hence 'tis, that those who differ from our faith,
Brand us with breach of oaths, with persecution,
With tyranny o'er conscience, and proclaim
Our scarlet prelates men that thirst for blood,
And Christian Rome more cruel than the pagan.

Gar. Nay, if you rail, farewell. The queen must be
Better advis'd, than thus to cherish vipers,
Whose mortal stings are arm'd against her life.
But while I hold the seal, no pardon passes
For heretics and traitors.

[Exit Gardiner. Pem. 'Twas unlucky To meet and cross upon this froward priest : But let me lose the thought on't ; let me haste, Pour my glad tidings forth in Guilford's bosom, And

pay him back the life his friendship sav'd. [Exit.

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SCENE II.

The Lady JANE kneeling, as at her devotion ; a light, and

a book placed on a table before her. Enter Lieutenant of the Tower, Lord GUILFORD, and one of Lady Jane's

women.

Lieut. Let me 'not press upon your lordship farther, But wait your leisure in the antichamber.

Guil. I will not hold you long. [Exit Lieutenant.

Wom. Softly, my lord ! For yet, behold she kneels.

“ Before the night “ Had reach'd her middle space, she left her bed, “ And with a pleasing, sober cheerfulness, ". As for her funeral, array'd herself « In those sad solemn weeds. Since then her knee “ Has known that posture only, and her eye, “ Or fix'd upon the sacred page

before her, “ Or lifted, with her rising hopes, to heav'n.”

Guil. See, with what zeal those holy hands are rear'd! “ Mark her vermilion lip, with fervour trembling; " Her spotless bosom swells with sacred ardor, “ And burns with ecstasy and strong devotion ; Her supplication sweet, her faithful vows

Fragrant and pure, and grateful to high Heaven, “ Like incense from the golden censer rise; « Or blessed angels minister unseen, « Catch the soft sounds, and with alternate office, " Spread their ambrosial wings, then mount with joy,

" And waft them upwards to the throne of grace." But she has ended, and comes forward. [Lady Jane rises, and comes toward the front of the stage.

L. 7. Gray. Ha! Art thou my Guilford ? Wherefore dost thou come To break the settled quiet of my soul ? I meant to part without another pang, And lay my weary head down full of peace.

Guil. Forgive the fondness of my longing soul, That melts with tenderness, and leans toward thee: “ Tho' the imperious, dreadful voice of fate " Summon her hence, and warn her from the world.” But if to see thy Guilford give thee pain, Wou'd I had died, and never more beheld thee: “ Tho' my lamenting discontented ghost “ Had wander'd forth unbless’d by those dear eyes, " And wail'd thy loss in death's eternal shades."

L. 7. Gray. My heart had ended ev'ry earthly care, And offer'd up its pray’rs for thee and England, “ And fix'd its hopes upon a rock unfailing;" While all the little bus'ness that remain'd, Was but to pass the forms of death and constancy, And leave a life become indifferent to me. But thou hast waken’d other thoughts within me; Thy sight, my dearest husband and my lord, Strikes on the tender strings of love and nature : My vanquish'd passions rise again, and tell me, 'Tis more, far more than death to part from thee.

Enter PemBROKE. Pem. Oh, let me fly, bear me, thou swift impatience, And lodge me in my faithful Guilford's arms!

[Embracing That I may snatch thee from the greedy grave, That I may warm his gentle heart with joy, And talk to him of life, of life and pardon.

Guil. What means my dearest Pembroke?

Pem. Oh, my speech Is choak'd with words that crowd to tell my tidings ! But I have sav'd thee-and-Oh, joy unutterable ! The queen, my gracious, my forgiving mistress, Has given not only thee to my request, But she, she too, in whom alone thou liv'st, The partner of thy heart, thy love is safe. Guil. Millions of blessings wait her!-Has she-tell

me,
Oh, has she spar'd my wife ?

Pem. Both, both are pardon'd.
But haste, and do thou lead me to thy saint,
That I may cast myself beneath her feet,
And beg her to accept this

poor

amends For all I've done against her-Thou fair excellence,

[ Kneeling. Canst thou forgive the hostile hand that arm'd Against thy cause, and robb'd thee of a crown? L. 7. Gray. Oh, rise, my lord, and let me take your

posture. Life and the world are hardly worth my care,

But you have reconcil'd me to 'em both ;
Then let me pay my gratitude, and for
This free, this noble, unexpected mercy,
Thus low I bow to Heav'n, the queen, and you.

Pem. To me! forbid it goodness! if I live,
Somewhat I will do shall deserve your thanks.
All discord and remembrance of offence
“ Shall be clean blotted out; and for your freedom,
“ Myself have underta'en to be your caution."
Hear me, you saints, and aid my pious purpose :
These that deserve so much, this wondrous pair,
Let these be happy: ev'ry joy attend 'em ;
A fruitful bed, a chain of love unbroken,
A good old age, to see their children's children;"
A holy death, and everlasting memory ;
". While I resign to them my share of happiness,
“ Contented still to wait what they enjoy,
“ And singly to be wretched.”

Enter Lieutenant of the Tower.
Lieut. The Lord Chancellor
Is come with orders from the queen.

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Enter GARDINER, and Attendants.

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Pem. Ha! Winchester!

Gar. The queen, whose days be many,
By me confirms her first accorded grace;
But, as the pious princess means her mercy
Should reach e'en to the soul as well as body,
By me she signifies her royal pleasure,

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