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A crown, my daughter, England's crown attends,
L. J. Gray. Amazement chills my veins! What says
L. J. Gray. Could Edward do this? Could the dying
A thousand and a thousand bars oppose me, • Rise in my way and intercept my passage. « Ev’n you, my gracious mother, what must you be, 5 Ere I can be a Queen?'
Dach. Suff. That, and that only,
And live in low obscurity for ever,
And fix'd upon a throne. But see! thy father,
L. J. Gray. Support me, Guilford;
others of the Privy-Council.*
kings, Our England's dearest hope, undoubted offspring Of York and Lancaster's united line;
* Consisting of the Arch-Bishop of Canterbury (Cranmer) The Lord Chancellor (Goodrick Bp. of Ely;) the Marquisses of Winchester and Northampton; the Earls of Arundel, Shrewsbury, Huntingdon, Bedford and Pembroke; The Lords Cobbam and Darcy; Sir Thomas Cheyney; Sir Robert Cotton ; Sir William Petre, Sir William Cecil, Sir John Cheek, Sir John Mason, Sir Edward North, and Sir Robert Bowes. See Burnet, Vol. II. p. 235.
By whose bright zeal, by whose victorious faith, « Guarded and fenc'd around, our pure religion, « That lamp of truth which shines upon our altars, • Shall lift its golden head, and flourish long; • Beneath whose awful rule and righteous sceptre, • The plenteous years shall roll in long succession;
Law shall prevail, and ancient right take place, • Fair Liberty shall lift her cheerful head,
Fearless of tyranny and proud oppression; • No sad complaining in our streets shall cry, • But justice shall be exercis'd in mercy." Hail, royal Jane! behold, we bend our knees,
[They kneel. The pledge of homage, and thy land's obedience; With humblest duty, thus, we kneel, and own thee Our liege, our sov'reign-lady, and our Queen,
L. J. Gray. Oh, rise! My father, rise!
To Suff And you, my father, too!
To North. Rise, all! nor cover me with this confusion. [ They rise. What means this mock, this masquing-shew of greatness? Why do you hang these pageant-glories on me, And dress me up in honours not my own?
North. The daughters of our late great master Henry,
L. J. Gray. Are crowns and empire,
North. Forgive me, princely lady, if my wonder
t" That there be no decay, no leading into captivity, aod 00 complaining in our streets.” Psalm cxliv. 14.
To see the utmost wish the great can form,
[Turning to Guilford. Come to my aid, and help to bear this burthen: • Oh! save me from this sorrow, this misfortune, Which, in the shape of gorgeous greatness, comes
crown, and make a wretch of me for ever.' Guil. Thou weep'st, my Queen, and hang'st thy
North. Oh! stay this inauspicious stream of tears,
That you should, fearful, shun it. Turn those eyes * On the bright prospect empire spreads before you.' Methinks I -seated on the throne; 6 Beneath your feet, the kingdom's great degrees
In bright confusion shine, mitres and coronets,
The various ermine, and the glowing purple;'
L.J. Gray. You turn to view the painted side of
at? • Is it, in wantonness of power to reign, • And make the world subservient to my pleasure!
• Is it not rather, to be greatly wretched,
And at my hand, I know, thou shalt require them?'*
Duch. Suff. Ev'ry state
Exempt from care: and yet, who would not bear it? ( Think on the monarchs of our royal race; They liv'd not for themselves. How
many blessings, • How many lifted hands shall pay thy toil,
If for thy people's good thou haply borrow • Some portion from the hours of rest, and wake
To give the world repose!'
Suff. Behold, we stand upon the brink of ruin, And only thou canst save us. Persecution, That fiend of Rome and hell, prepares her tortures; See where she comes, in Mary's papal train! Still wo't thou doubt? till thou behold her stalk, Red with the blood of martyrs,+ and wide wasting O'er England's bosom? All the mourning year « Our towns shall glow with unextinguish'd fires; • Our youth on racks shall stretch their crackling bones; 6 Our babes shall writhe on consecrated spears;
Matrons and husbands, with their new-born infants, "Shall burn promiscuous; a continu'd peal
Of lamentations, groans, and shrieks shall sound
“ I have made thee a watchman" &c. “ his blood will I require " at thine hand.”
Ezek. Ui, 17, 18. + " And I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, “ and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus." Revel, xv11.6.
Think thou behold'st thy Guilford's head laid low,
L. J. Gray. Oh! spare the dreadful image!
Guil. Oh! would the misery he bounded there, My life were little; but the rage of Rome. Demands whole hecatombs, a land of victims. • With Superstition comes that other fiend, • That bane of peace, of arts, and virtue, Tyranny; • That foe of justice, scorner of all law; • That beast, which thinks mankind were born for one,
to • That heaviest curse of groaning nations, Tyranny?
L.J. Gray. Avert that judgment, Heav'n!
Guil. Oh! my Queen!
In dear defence of birth-right and their laws! . And shall those hands which fought the cause of freedom • Be mạnacled in base unworthy bonds:
Be tamely yielded up, the spoil, the slaves