Rat. The Council waits Upon Your Highnefs' Leifure.-- Gloft. Bid 'em enter. Enter the Duke of Buckingham, Earl of Derby, Bishop of Ely, Lord Haftings and others, as to the Council. The Duke of Glofter takes his Place at the upper End, then the reft fit. Derb. In happy Time are we affembled here, To point the Day, and fix the folemn Pomp, For placing England's Crown with all due Rites, Upon our Sovereign Edward's Youthful Brow. L. Haft. Some bufy meddling Knaves, 'tis faid there ares As fuch will still be prating, who prefume To carp and cavil at his Royal Right; And ftay the Babling of fuch vain Gainfayers. Derb. We all attend to know your Highness' Pleasure. Gloft. My Lords! A Set of worthy Men you are, [To Glofter. Who fhall with Potions, Charms, and witching Drugs, L. Haft. So much I hold the King your Highness' Debtor So precious are you to the Commonweal, That I prefume, not only for my felf, But in Behalf of thefe my Noble Brothers, Gloft. Gloft. Then judge your felves, convince your Eyes of Truth Behold my Arm thus blasted, dry and wither'd, Shrunk like a foul Abortion, and decay'd, [Pulling up his Sleeve Like fome untimely Product of the Seafons, Who in Conjunction with that Harlot Shore, Call Fiends and Spectres from the Yawning Deep, To torture and difpoil me of my Life. Talk'ft thou to me of If's! audacious Traitor! Nay start not, Lords,-----What hoa a Guard there, Sirs! Lord Haftings, I arreft thee of High Treafon. Seize him, and bear him instantly away, He fha' not live an Hour. By Holy Paul! I will not dine before his Head be brought me : The reft that love me, rife and follow me. [Exeunt Glofter and Lords following: [Manent Lord Haftings, Ratcliff and Guard. L. Haft. What! and no more but this---how, to the Scaffold! Ob Oh gentle Ratcliff! tell me do I hold thee? Or if I dream, what fhall I do to wake, To break, to ftruggle thro' this dread Confufion? As is this fudden Horror and Surprize. Rat. You heard, the Duke's Commands to me were abfolute; Therefore my Lord, addrefs you to your Shrift, With all good Speed you may. Summon your Courage, L. Haft. Yes, Ratcliff, I will take thy Friendly Counsel, In many A thousand, and a thousand shall do with me: 'Tis but to close my Eyes, and shut out Day-Light, To view no more the wicked Ways of Men, No longer to behold the Tyrant Glofter, And be a weeping Witness of the Woes, Enter Alicia. Alic. Stand off! and let me pafs-I will, I must, Catch him once more in these despairing Arms, And hold him to my Heart.--Oh Haftings, Haftings! L. Haft. Alas! Why com'ft thou at this dreadful Moment. То To fill me with new Terrors, new Distractions, And fhock the Peace of my departing Soul? Alic. Stop a Minute.----- 'Till my full Griefs find Paffage.----Oh the Tyrant! Perdition fall on Glofter's Head and mine. L. Haft. What means thy frantick Grief? Alic. I cannot fpeak-- But I have murder'd thee.---Oh I could tell thee! L. Haft. Speak, and give Eafe to thy conflicting Paffions: Be quick, nor keep me longer in Sufpence. Time preffes, and a thoufand crowding Thoughts And but a Minute's Time to get it done in. Alic. That, That's my Grief-'Tis I that urge thee on, L. Haft. Thy Reafon is grown wild. Could thy weak Hand To (Oh dire Event of my pernicious Council!) And while I meant Destruction on her Head, H' has turn'd it all on thine. L. Haft. Accurfed Jealoufy! O mercilefs, wild and unforgiving Fiend! Alic. If thou wilt Curfe, curfe rather thine own Falfhood; Curfe the lewd Maxims of thy prejur'd Sex, Which taught thee firft to laugh at Faith and Juftice, To fcorn the Solemn Sanctity of Oaths, And make a Jeft of a poor Woman's Ruin: Curfe thy proud Heart, and thy infulting Tongue, And urg'd my Vengeance to undo us both. L. Haft. Oh thou Inhuman! turn thy Eyes away, Alic. Can't thou----Oh cruel Haftings, leave me thus! By all the Pangs I feel, by all the Sorrows, The Torrors and Despair thy Loss shall give me, Oh! |