And when he fails, oh, may he leave a son,
With equal virtues to adorn his throne ;
To latest times the blessing to convey,
And guard that faith for which I die to-day.
[Lady Jane goes up to the scaffold. The scene closes.
Pem. Horror on horror! Blasted be the hand
That struck my Guilford! Oh, his bleeding trunk
Shall live in these distracted eyes for ever!
Curse on thy fatal arts, thy cruel counsels! [To Gard.
The queen is deaf, and pitiless as thou art.
Gar. The just reward of heresy and treason
Is fallen upon 'em both, for their vain obstinacy;
Untimely death, with infamy on earth,
And everlasting punishment hereafter.
Pem. And canst thou tell? Who gave thee to explore
The secret purposes of Heaven, or taught thee
To set a bound to mercy unconfin'd?
But know, thou proud, perversely-judging Win.
Howe'er you hard, imperious censures doom,
And portion out our lot in worlds to come,
Those, who, with honest hearts, pursue the right,
And follow faithfully truth's sacred light,
Tho' suff’ring here, shall from their sorrows cease,
Rest with the saints, and dwell in endless peace.