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6 I tell thee, rev'rend Lord, to that one bliss,
Still with regard to that my brain forethought,
Then, to be robb'd at once, and unsuspecting, 6 Be dash'd in all the height of expectation! 6 It was not to be borne.' Gard. Have you not heard of what has happen'd since?
Pemb. I have not had a minute's peace of mind, A moment's pause, to rest from rage, or think.
Gard. Learn it from me, then : But or ere I speak, I warn you to be master of yourself. Though, as you know, they have confin'd me long, Thanks to their goodness, pris'ner to them here; Yet, as I am allow'd to walk at large Within the Tower, and hold free speech with any, I have not dream'd away my thoughtless hours. *To prove this true, this morn a trusty spy Has brought me word, that yester-ev’ning late, In spite of all the grief for Edward's death, Your friends were married.
Pemb. Married ! who?- Whạt mean you?
Gard. Nay, my good Lord,
Pemb. I have lost
* See Eccles. XII. 7. quoted io p. 372. Note.
Gard. She was a wonder,
Pemb. 5 The virtues came,
Strict piety, and love of truth, with learning, 6 More than the schools of Athens ever knew, 6 Or her own Platot taught. A wonder! Winchester!' Thou know'st not what she was, nor can I speak her, More than to say, she was that only blessing My soul was set upon, and I have lost her.
Gard. Your state is not so bad as you would make it; Nor need you thus abandon ev'ry hope.
Pemb. Ha! wo't thou save me, snatch me from despair, And bid me live again?
Gard. She may be yours. Suppose her husband die.
Pemb. O vain, vain hope!
Gard. Truly, I do not hold that hope so vain.
Pemb. And would'st thou have my fierce impatience Bid me lie bound upon a rack, and wait [stay? For distant joys, whole ages yet behind?
+ See The Editor's Preface, p. 325. I The original reads These Gospellers. But, as I very much object to using a word, which ought to be considered with respect, as a term of reproach, I have altered it. In the same manner, in these times, we hear the term Gospel (a Gospel sermon) assumed as an exclusive title by some, and used as a term of reproach in return by others, and also the words Evangelical and Saint. Whereas, these being terros really good in themselves, it is, I think, wrong even to use them with disrespect. When it is necessary to make use of the term, as used by others in controversy, it might be done by a periphrasis, As What a particular set of persons call exclusively a GOSPEL Sermon,
Those who call themselves exclusively the EVANGELICAL Clergy, &c.
Can love attend on politicians' schemes,
Gard. To-day, or I am ill-inform’d, Northumberland,
Pemb. Ha! join with them! the hated Dudley's race! Who, while they held me in their arms, betray'd me; Scorn'd me for not suspecting they were villains, And made a mockery of my easy friendship. No, when I do, dishonour be my portion.
Gard. I would not have you-Hie you to the city,
T'assert our zealous Mary's royal title.
Pemb. No; keep your blessing back, and give me Give me to tell that soft deceiver Guilford, (vengeance ; Thus, traitor, hast thou done, thus hast thou wrong'd And thus thy treason finds a just reward.
[me, Gard. But soft! no more! the Lords o' th' Council
come. Ha! look you there, the bride and bridegroom too! Retire with me, my Lord; we must not meet them.
Pemb. 'Tis they themselves, must I say happy pair! Haste, Winchester, haste! let us fly for ever, And drive her from my very thoughts, if possible.
6 Oh! love, what have I lost!-Oh! rey'rend Lord!
Pity this fond, this foolish weakness in me! Methinks, I go like our first wretched father. ( When from his blissful garden he was driv’n: " Like me he went despairing, and like me, ( Thus at the gate stopt short for one last view;
Then with the cheerless partner of his woe, • He turn'd him to the world that lay below : < There, for his Eden's happy plains, beheld - A barren, wild, uncomfortable field; • He saw, 'twas vain the ruin to deplore, • He tried to give the sad remembrance o'er; • The sad remembrance still return!d again, And his lost paradise renew'd his pain.
[Exeunt Pembroke and Gardiner. Enter Lord GUILFORD and Lady JANE. Guil. What shall I say to thee, my lovely bride! How teach my tongue to tell thee what I feel; To pour the transports of my bosom forth, And make thee partner of the joy dwells there? • For thou art comfortless, full of affliction, • Heavy of heart as the forsaken widow, • And desolate as orphans.' Oh, my fair one! Thy Edward (fear not).shines amongst the saints, And yet thy sorrows seek him in the grave.
L.J. Gray. Alas, my dearest Lord! a thousand griefs Beset my anxious heart; and yet, as if The burden were too little, I have added The weight of all thy cares; and, like the miser, Increase of wealth has made me but more wretched.
The morning light seems not to rise as usual ; " It dawns not to me, like my virgin days, “But brings new thoughts and other fears upon me;' I tremble, and my anxious heart is pain'd, Lest ought but good should happen to my Guilford.
Guil. What else than good shall thy fond Guilford call Whatever comes whilst he has thee, to him All that this world can give?
L. J. Gray. "Why came we hither? 6 Why was I drawn to this unhappy place,
This Tow'r, so often stain'd with royal blood? (llere the fourth Edward's helpless sons were murder'd,
And pious llenry fell by ruthless Gloster: " Is this the place allotted for rejoicing? - The bow'r adorn'd to keep our nuptial feast in? • Methinks suspicion and distrust dwell here,
Staring with meagre forms thro'grated windows; « Death lurks within, and unrelenting punishment; ( Without, grim danger, fear, and fiercest pow'r 6 Sit on the rude old tow'rs and Gothic battlements : 6 While horror overlooks the dreadful wall, " And frowns on all around.
Guil. In safety here,
The feeble tottring state.' To thee, my Princess,
L. J. Gray. How! from me!
Guil. My faithful heart to mock thee could not bend. But see, thy mother, gracious Suffolk, comes To intercept my story: she shall tell thee; For in her look I read the lab'ring thought, What vast event thy life is now disclosing.
Enter the Duchess of SUFFOLK. Duch. Suff. No more complain, indulge thy tears no Thy pious grief has giv'n the grave its due: [more, • Let thy heart kindle with the highest hopes; ( Expand thy bosom, let thy soul enlarg'd', Make room to entertain the coming glory; For Majesty and purple greatness court thee: Homage and low subjection wait: A crown,
* “ And he bowed the heart of all the men of Judah, even as the « heart of ope mao”.
2 Samuel XIX. 14 VOL I.