Where are the rev'rend sages of the law, To guide me with their wisdoms, and point out L. J. Gray. They expound; But where are those, my lord, who make the law? North. Nor shall that long Be wanting to your wish. The lords and commons Shall, at your royal bidding, soon assemble, • And, with united homage, own your title. Delay not, then, to meet the general wish, But be our Queen, be England's true support. • Nor let mistaken piety betray you To join with cruel Mary in our ruin; Her bloody faith commands her to destroy, Guil. Our foes, already High in their hopes, devote us all to death: The dronish monks, the scorn and shame of manhood, Again they furbish up their holy trumpery, Like vultures, snuff the slaughter in the wind, And speed their flight to havoc and the prey.' Haste, then, and save us, while 'tis giv'n to save Your country, your religion. North. Save your friends! Suff. Your father! Duch. Suff. Mother! Guil. Husband! L. J. Gray. Take me, crown me, Has mark'd me out to be the public victim, ་ My Jane is empress of the wat❜ry world! Now with glad fires our bloodless streets shall shine: With cries of joy our cheerful ways shall ring;' Thy name shall echo thro' the rescu'd isle, And reach approving Heav'n! [glory! L. J. Gray. Oh, Guilford! what do we give up for What must we lose for that! Since then 'tis fix'd,— [Exeunt.* *The Reader will see from The Editor's Preface, p. 330, that this scene passed at Durham Ilouse. ACT IV. The SCENE continues. Enter PEMBROKE and Gardiner. Gard. That traitor Duke, that proud Northumberland To draw his sword upon the side of heresy, [presumes And war against our Mary's royal right.' Pemb. I saw him marching at his army's head; I mark'd him issuing through the city-gate In harness all-appointed, as he pass'd; And (for he wore his beaver up) could read Upon his visage horror and dismay. No voice of friendly salutation cheer'd him, None wish'd his arms might thrive, or bade God speed But thro' a staring ghastly-looking crowd, Unhail'd, unbless'd, with heavy heart he went: And Somerset, fresh bleeding from the axe, Gard. Nor shall the holy vengeance loiter long. With one consent have join'd to own her cause: Pemb. The citizens, "Who held the noble Somerset right dear, Hate this aspiring Dudley and his race, [him; And would, upon the instant, join t' oppose him; And bring the rev'rend sanction of authority To thee, as to an oracle, I come, To learn what fit expedient may be found, 6 Say, thou, whose head is grown thus silver-white And sink Northumberland beneath our feet? Gard. In happy time be your whole wish accomplish'd. Since the proud Duke set out, I have had conference, As fit occasion serv'd, with divers of them; The Earl of Arundel, Mason, and Cheyney; And find them all dispos'd as we could ask. 'My Lord, believe me, if I count aright, To day the better part shall leave this place, And meet at Baynard's-Castle * in the city; There own our sovereign's title, and defy Jane and her traitor-crew. But hie you hence! This place is still within our foes' command, Their puppet-queen reigns here.' Enter an Officer with a guard. Offi. Seize on them both. [Guards seize Pembroke and Gardiner My Lord, you are a pris'ner to the state. Pemb. Ha! by whose order? Offi. By the Queen's command, Sign'd and deliver'd by Lord Guilford Dudley. Pemb. Guilford's? the traitor's heart! Gard. Rest you contented: You have loiter'd here too long; but, use your patience, These bonds shall not be lasting. Offi. As for you, Sir, [To Gardiner. 'Tis the Queen's pleasure you be close confin'd: You've us'd that fair permission was allow'd you, To walk at large within the Tower, unworthily. * A Castle in Thames-street. The VIIth scene of the IIId. A. of Richard III. is in The Court of Baynard's Castle, on which Mr. Malone observes, that it " had belonged to Richard Duke of York, and at this time was the property of his grandson King Edward "V." It belonged at the period of this play to the Earl of Pembroke. There is a print of it in Harding's Shakespeare Illustrated" You're noted for an over-busy meddler, A secret practiser against the state; For which, henceforth, your limits shall be straiter. Gard. Farewell, gentle Pembroke; I trust that we shall meet on blither terms. [Exeunt part of the Guard with Gardiner. Pemb. Now, whither must I go? Offi. This way, my Lord. Enter GUILford. [Going off. Guil. Hold, captain! ere you go I have a word or two For this your noble pris'ner. Offi. At your pleasure: I know my duty, and attend your Lordship. [The Officer and Guards retire to the farthest part of the stage. Guil. Is all the gentleness that was betwixt us So fost, so swept away from thy remembrance, Thou can'st not look upon me? Pemb. Ha! not look! What terrors are there in the Dudley's race, Guil. You hate me, then! Pemb. I do; and wish confusion may o'ertake Thy father, thy false self, and thy whole name. Guil. And yet, as sure as rage disturbs thy reason, And masters all the noble nature in thee, As sure as thou hast wrong'd me, I am come In tenderness of friendship to preserve thee; To plant ev'n all the power I have before thee, And fence thee from destruction with my life. [thee! Pemb. Friendship from thee! but my just soul disdains Hence! take the prostituted bauble back, Hang it to grace some slavering ideot's neck, For none but fools will prize the tinsel toy.' But thou art come, perhaps, to vaunt thy greatness, |