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Leave Kindred, Parents, and our Native Home.
The trembling Maid, with all her Fears, he charms,
And pulls her from her weeping Mother's Arms.
He laughs at all our Leagues, and in proud Scorn
Commands the Bands of Friendship to be torn:
Disdains a Partner, shou'd partake his Throne,
But reigns unbounded, lawless, and alone.


The End of the Second Act.




Scene. The Tower,



Gar. NAY, by the Rood, mỹ Lord, you were to blame,

To let a Hair-brain'd Passion be your Guide,
And hurry you into such mad Extreams.
Marry, you might have made much worthy Profit,
By patient hearing; the unthinking Lord
Had brought forth ev'ry Secret of his Soul.
Then when you were the Master of his Bosom,
That were the Time to use him with Contempt,
And turn his Friendlhip back upon his Hands.

Pem. Thou talk'st as if a Madman could be wife.
Oh, Whincbefter! Thy hoary frozen Age
Can never guess my Pain; can never know
The burning Transports of untam'd Desire.
I tell thee, Rev'rend Lord, to that one Bliss,
To the Enjoyment of that lovely Maid,
As to their Centre, I had drawn each Hope,


And ev'ry Wish my furious Soul could form ;
Still with Regard to that my Brain forethought,
And fashion'd ev'ry Action of my Life.
Then, to be robb'd at once, and unsuspecting,
Be dash'd in all the Height of Expectation!
It was not to be born.

Gar. Have you not heard of what has happen'd lince?

Pem. I have not had a Minute's Peace of Mind,
A Moment's Pause, to rest from Rage, or think.

Gar. Learn it from me then: But e're I speak,
I warn you to be Master of your self.
Though, as you know they have confin'd me long,
Gra'mercy to their Goodness, Pris'ner here;
Yet as I am allow'd to walk at large
Within the Tower, and hold free Speech with any;
I have not dream't away my thoughtless Hours,
Without good Heed to these our righteous Rulers.
To prove this true, this Morn å trusty Spy
Has brought me Word, that Yester Evening late,
In Spite of all the Greif for Edward's Death,
Your Friends were marry’d.

Pem. Marry'd! Who?-- -Damnation !
Gar. Lord Guilford Dudley, and the Lady J ANE.
Pem. Curse on my Stars !

Gar. Nay, in the Nane of Grace,
Restrain this sinful Passion ; all's not lost
In this one single Woman.

Pem. I have lost
More than the Female World can give me back.
I had beheld ev'n her whole Sex, unmov'd,
Look,d o'er 'em, like a Bed of gaudy Flowers,


That lift their painted Heads, and live a Day,
Then shed their trifling Glories unregarded :
My Heart disdain'd their Beauties, till she came,
With ev'ry Grace that Nature's Hand cou'd give,
And with a Mind fo great, it fpoke its Essence
Immortal and Divine.

Gar. She was a Wonder ;
Detraction must allow that.

Pem, The Virtues came,
Sorted in gentle Fellowship, to crown her,
As if they meant, to mend each others-Work.
Candour with Goodness, Fortitude with Sweetness,
Strict Piety, and love of Truth, with Learning
More than the Schools of Athens ever knew,
Or her own Plato taught. A Wonder! Winchester!
Thou know's 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.

Gar. Your State is riot so bad as you wou'd make it ;
Nor need you thus abandon ev'ry Hope.

Pen. Hal Wo't thou save me, snatch me from Despair, And bid me live again?

Gar. She may be your's. Suppose her Husband die.

Pem. O vain, vain Hope!

Gar. Marry, I do not hold that Hope so vain.
These Gospellers have had their Golden Days,
And lorded it at Will ; with proud Despite,
Have trodden down our Holy Roman Faith,
Ranfack'd her Shrines, and driv'n her Saints to Exile.
But if my Divination fail me not,


Their haughty Hearts shall be abas'd' e're long,
And feel the Vengeance of our Mary's Reign.

Pem. And would'st thou have my fierce Impatience stay?
Bid me lie bound upon a Rack, and wait
For distant Joys, whole Ages yet behind?
Can Love attend on Politicians Schemes,
Expect the slow Events of cautious Counsels,
Cold unresolving Heads, and creeping Time?

Gar. To Day, or I am ill inform'd Northumberland,
With easie Suffolk, Guilford, and the rest,
Meer here in Counsel on fome deep Design,
Some Traiterous Contrivance, to protect
Their Upstart Faith from near approaching Ruin.
But there are Punishments Halters and Axes
For Traitors, and consuming Flames for Hereticks,
The happy Bridegroom may be yet cut short,
Ev’n in his highest Hope ----But go not you,
Howe'er the fawning Sire, old-Dudley, court you.
No, by the Holy Rood, I charge you, mix not
With their pernicious Counsel's. --Mischief waits 'em,
Sure, certain, unavoidable Destruction.

Pem. Ha! join with them! the cursed Dudley's Race!
Who, while they held me in their Arms, betray'd me ;
Scorn'd me, for not fufpecting they were Villians,
And made a Mock’ry of my ealie Friendship.
No, when I do, Dishonour be my Portion,
And swift Perdition catch me, -Join with them!

Gar. I would not have you----- --Hie you to the City,
And join with those who love our ancient Faith.

your Friends about you, and be ready T'assert our zealous Mary's Royal Title.


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