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And set thy purple pomp to view before me;
Guil. Oh, Pembroke! But I have not time to talk,
[The Oficer delivers the sword to Lord Guil
ford, and goes out with his Guard.
[Lord Guilford offering the sword to Pembroke. Receive this gift, ev’n from a rival's hand; And, if thy rage will suffer thee to hear The counsel of a man once call’d thy friend, Fly from this fatal place, and seek thy safety.
Pemb. How now! what shew.. what mockery is this? ' Is it in sport you use me thus? What means • This swift fantastic changing of the scene?'
Guil. Oh! take thy sword; and let thy valiant hand
Pemb. No, it needs not, traitor!
* " Thou shalt not be afraid for any terror by night, vor for the arrow that flieth by day." Psalm ici. 5.
Guil. Ungrateful and unjust! Hast thou then known So little, to accuse my heart of fear?
[me Hast thou forgotten Musselborough's field?* Did I then fear, when by thy side I fought. And dy'd my maiden sword in Scottish blood! But this is madness all.
Pemb. Give me my sword. [Taking his sword. Perhaps, indeed, I wrong thee. Thou hast thought; And conscious of the injury thou hast done me, Art come to proffer me a soldier's justice, And meet my arm in single opposition. Lead, then, and let me follow to the field.
Guil. Still vengeance! Thou must write thy bloody Upon my bosom!-But I've answer'd thee:
(purpose And will again.
Time wears. By our past friendship, In honour's name, by ev'ry sacred tie, I beg thee ask no more, but haste from hence.
Pemb. What mystic meaning lurks beneath thy words? What fear is this which thou would'st awe my soul with? Is there a danger Pembroke dares not meet?
Guil Oh, spare my tongue a tale of guilt and horror, Trust me this once: believe me when I tell thee, Thy safety and thy life is all I seek. Away, away!
Pemb. I wo'not stir a step.' Begone this shuffling, dark, ambiguous phrase. If thou would'st have me think thou mean'st me fairly, Speak with that plainness honesty delights in, And let thy double-tongue for once be true.
Guil. Thou dost distress me, Pembroke. But, I trust, The occasion will acquit me in revealing What else most sacred were,-a father's deed; That which will blot with shame his hoary head. But 'tis to save my soul's best friend from death.
* Commonly called the battle of Pinkey, foogbt Sept. 10, 1547. See Hume, Vol. iv. ch. XXXIV. aod Burnet, Vol. 11. p. 34. But, as Ld. G. D. was under 17 years of age when he married Lady J. G. in May 1553, he could not have been then ll years old, and consequently it is very unlikely that he fought side by side with the Earl of Pembroke.
Read there the fatal purpose of thy foe, [Giving a paper.
Pemb. I know it well; the hand of proud NorthumDirected to his minions, Gates and Palmer. [berland, What's this?
[Reads. " Remember, with your closest care, to observe those 66 whom I named to you at parting ; especially keep your
eye upon the Earl of Pembroke; as his power and a interest are most considerable, so his opposition will 66 be most fatal to us.
Remember the resolution was taken, if you should find him inclined to our enemies. “ The forms of justice are tedious, and delays are dan
gerous. If he falters, lose not the sight of him till
Guil. Since we parted,
Guil. I have a friend of well-tried faith and courage
Pemb. What is Northumberland? and what art thou?
Pemb. Here let me fix,
gaze with an unwearied wonder on thee. What is there good or excellent in man, That is not found in thee? Thy virtues flash, They break at once on my astonish'd soul; " As if the curtains of the dark were drawn ! To let in day at midnight.
Guil. Think me true; And tho' some cross events have hurt our friendship • Pemb. Bury th' events !- -And think! I know
Pemb. And can I leave thee,
[Embracing. It wander'd forth, but found no resting-place, Till it came home again to lodge with thee.
Guil. What is there that my soul can more desire,
Pemb. Let me stay and die;
Guil. I know 'tis given.
Pemb. Yes, I will go for see! Behold who comes! Oh, Guilford! hide me, shield me from her sight; Ev'ry mad passion kindles up again, Love, rage, despair and yet I will be master I will remember thee Oh, my torn heart! I have a thousand thousand things to say, But cannot, dare not stay to look on her.
[Exeunt Guilford and Pembroken
Enter Lady Jane GRAY, reading.
L. J. Gray. 'Tis Plato's Phædon;
Guil. Shall thy soul
• L. J. Gray. 'Bate but thy truth, what is there here • Deserving my regard? Is it not time below « To bid our souls look out, explore hereafter,
And seek' some better sure abiding-place;
Guil. Does any danger new'-