To neftle in their ancient Hives again;
Again they furbish up their Holy Trumpery,.
Relicks, and Wooden Wonder-working Saints,
Whole Loads of Lumber and Religious Rubbish,
In high Proceffion mean to bring 'em back,
And place the Puppets in their Shrines again:
While thofe of keener Malice, Savage Bonner,
And deep-defigning Gard'ner, dream of Vengeance;
Devour the Blood of Innocents, in Hope;
Like Vultures, fnuff the Slaughter in the Wind,
And fpeed their Flight to Havock and the Prey.
Hafte then and fave us, while 'tis giv'n to fave.
Your Country, your Religion.

North. Save your Friends!
Suff. Your Father!

Dutch. Suff. Mother!
Guil. Husband!

L. J. Gray. Take me, Crown me;
Inveft me with this Royal Wretchednefs;
Let me not know one happy Minute more.
Let all my fleepless Nights be spent in Care,
My Days be vex'd with Tumults and Alarms:
If only I can fave you, if my Fate
Has mark'd me out to be the Publick Victim,
I take the Lot with Joy. Yes, I will Die
For that Eternal Truth my Faith is fix'd on,
And that dear Native Land which gave me Birth,
Guil. Wake ev'ry Tuneful Inftrument to tell it,
And let the Trumpet's fprightly Note proclaim
My Jane is England's Queen! Let the loud Cannon
In Peals of Thunder speak it to Augusta.

Imperial

Imperial Thames, catch thou the facred Sound,

And roll it to the fubject Ocean down:

Tell the Old Deep, and all thy Brother Floods,,
My Jane is Emprefs of the Watry World!

Now with glad Fires our bloodlefs Streets fhall fhine;
With Cries of Joy our chearful Ways shall ring;
Thy Name shall eccho thro' the refcu'd Isle,

And reach applauding Heaven!

L. J. Gray. Oh, Guilford! What do we give up for Glory! For Glory! That's a Toy I would not purchase,

An idle, empty Bubble. But for England!
What must we lofe for that! Since then my Fate
Has forc'd this hard Exchange upon my Will,
Let gracious Heav'n allow me one Request:
For that bleft Peace in which I once did dwell,"
For Books, Retirement, and my ftudious Cell,
For all thofe Joys my happier Days did prove,
For Plato and his Academick Grove;"

All that I ask, is, Tho' my Fortune frown,
And bury me beneath this fatal Crown;
Let that one Good be added to my Doom,
To fave this Land from Tyranny and Rome.

The End of the Third Act.

[Exeunt

A.CT.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Scene. Continues.

Enter PDMBROKE and GARDINER.

Gar. TN an unlucky and accurfed Hour
IN

Set forth that Traytor Duke, that proud Northumberland,

To draw his Sword upon the fide of Herefy,
And War against our Mary's Royal Right:
Ill Fortune fly before, and pave his Way
With Difappointment, Mischief and Defeat:
And thou, O holy Becket, the Protector,
'The Champion, and the Martyr of our Church,
Appear, and once more own the Caufe of Rome ;
Beat down his Launce, break thou his Sword in Battle,
And cover foul Rebellion with Confufion.

Pem. I faw him marching at his Army's Head;
I mark'd him iffuing through the City Gate
In Harnefs all appointed, as he pass'd;
And (for he wore his Beaver up) could read

Upon

Upon his Vifage Horror and Difmay.

No Voice of friendly Salutation chear'd him,

None wish'd his Arms might thrive, or bad God-speed him
But through a staring ghaftly-looking Croud,

Unhail'd, unblefs'd, with heavy Heart he went:
́As if his Traytor Father's Haggard Ghost,
And Somerset fresh bleeding from the Ax,
On either Hand had ufher'd him to Ruin.
Gar. Nor fhall the holy Vengeance loiter long.
At Framingham in Suffolk lies the Queen,
Mary our pious Mistress + where each Day
The Nobles of the Land, and fwarming Populace
Gather, and Lift beneath her Royal Enfigns.
The Fleet commanded by Sir Thomas Ferningham,
Set out in warlike manner to oppose her,
With one Confent have join'd to own her Caufe:
The valiant Sussex, and Sir Edward Haftings,
With many more of Note, are up in Arms,
And all declare for Her.

Pem. The Citizens,

Who held the Noble Somerset right dear,
Hate this afpiring Dudley and his Race,

And wou'd, upon the Inftant, join t'oppofe him,
Could we but draw fome of the Lords o'th Council
T'appear among 'em, own the fame Design,

And bring the Rev'rend Sanction of Authority
To lead 'em into Action. For that Purpose,

To thee, as to an Oracle. I come

To learn what fit Expedient may be found,
To win the wary Council to our fide.

Say thou, whofe Head is grown thus filver White,

In Arts of Government, and Turns of State,
How may we blast our Enemies with Ruin,
And fink the curs'd Northumberland to Hell.

Gar. In happy Time be your whole Wish accomplish'd. Since the Proud Duke fet out, I have had Conference,

As fit Occafion ferv'd, with divers of 'em,

The Earl of Arundel, Mason, and Cheyney,

And find 'em all difpos'd as we could ask.
By Holy Mary, if I count aright,

To Day, the better Part shall leave this Place,
And meet at Baynard's Caffle in the City;
There own our Sovereign's Title, and defy
Jane, and her Gofpel-Crew. But hye you hence!
This Place is ftill within our Foes Command,
Their Puppet-Queen reigns here.

[Enter an Officer with a Guard.]

Off. Seize on 'em both.

[Guards feize Pembroke and Gardiner.

My Lord, you are a Prifoner to the State.

Pem. Ha! By whofe Order?

Off. By the Queen's Command,

Sign'd and Deliver'd by Lord Guilford Dudley.

Pem. Curfe on his Traytor's Heart!

Gar. Reft you contented:

You have loiter'd here too long; but use your Patience,

Thefe Bonds shall not be lasting,

Off As