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:
Difdains a Partner, shou'd partake his Throne,
But reigns unbounded, lawless, and alone.
The End of the Second A&t.
Enter PEMBROKE and GARDINER.
A Y, by the Rood, my Lord, you were to blame,
To let a Hair-brain'd Paffion be your Guide,
And hurry you into fuch 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 Mafter of his Bofom,
That were the Time to ufe him with Contempt,
And turn his Friendship back upon his Hands.
Pem. Thou talk'ft as if a Madman could be wife.
Oh, Whinchefter! Thy hoary frozen Age
Can never guefs my Pain; can never know
The burning Tranfports of untam'd Defire.
I tell thee, Rev'rend Lord, to that one Blifs,
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 unfufpecting,
Be dafh'd in all the Height of Expectation!
It was not to be born.
Gar. Have you not heard of what has happen'd fince?
Pem. I have not had a Minute's Peace of Mind,
A Moment's Paufe, to rest from Rage, or think.
Gar. Learn it from me then: But e're I fpeak,
I warn you to be Master of your felf.
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.
this true, this Morn a trusty Spy
Has brought me Word, that Yefter Evening late,
In Spite of all the Greif for Edward's Death,
Your Friends were marry'd.
Pem. Marry'd! Who?
Gar. Lord Guilford Dudley, and the Lady J AN E.
Pem. Curfe on my Stars!
Gar. Nay, in the Name of Grace,
Restrain this finful Paffion ; all's not loft
In this one fingle Woman.
Pem. 1 have loft
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 difdain'd their Beauties, till she came,
With ev'ry Grace that Nature's Hand cou'd give,
And with a Mind fo great, it spoke its Effence
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 Goodnefs, Fortitude with Sweetnefs,
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'ft not what she was, nor can I fpeak her,
More than to fay, She was that only Blessing
My Soul was fet upon, and I have lost her.
Gar. Your State is not fo bad as you wou'd make it,
Nor need you thus abandon ev'ry Hope.
Pem. Ha! Wo't thou fave me, fnatch me from Despair, And bid me live again?
Gar. She may be your's. Suppofe her Husband die.
Pem. O vain, vain Hope!
Gar. Marry, I do not hold that Hope fo vain.
Thefe Gofpellers 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 fhall be abas'd e're long,
And feel the Vengeance of our Mary's Reign.
Pem. And would'ft 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 flow Events of cautious Counfels,
Cold unrefolving Heads, and creeping Time?
Gar. To Day, or I am ill inform'd Northumberland,
With eafie Suffolk, Guilford, and the rest,
Meet here in Counfel on fome deep Design,
Some Traiterous Contrivance, to protect
Their Upftart Faith from near approaching Ruin.
But there are Punishments
For Traitors, and confuming Flames for Hereticks.
The happy Bridegroom may be yet cut short,
Ev'n in his higheft 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.-
Sure, certain, unavoidable Destruction.
Pem. Ha! join with them! the curfed 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 eafie Friendship.
No, when I do, Dishonour be my Portion,
And fwift Perdition catch me,
Gar. I would not have you--
--Join with them!
-Hie you to the City,
And join with thofe who love our ancient Faith.
Gather your Friends about you, and be ready
T'affert our zealous Mary's Royal Title.
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