I took it; and this Morning fent my Warrant
To feize upon thy Perfon- -But be gone!

Pem. 'Tis fo-'tis Truth--I fee his honeft Heart--
Guil. I have a Friend of well try'd Faith and Courage,
Who with a fit Difguife, and Arms conceal'd,

Attends without, to guide thee.hence in Safety.

Pem. What is Northumberland? And what art Thou?
Guil. Waste not the Time. Away!

Pem. Here let me fix

And gaze with Everlasting Wonder on thee.
What is there Gocd 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' Ill-fortune, crofs'd upon our Friendship----
Pem. Curfe on our Fortune!--Think!--I know thee honeft.
Guil. For ever I cou'd hear thee --- but thy Life -

Oh, Pembroke, linger not

Pem. And can I leave thee

E're I have clafp'd thee in my eager Arms,
And giv'n thee back my fad repenting Heart?
Believe me, Guilford, like the Patriarch's Dove,

[Embracing.

It wandr'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,
Than thefe dear Marks of thy returning Friendship?
The Danger comes ---
You Die, my Pembroke.

If you ftay longer here,

Pem. Let

Pém. Let me ftay and Die;

For if I go, I go to work thy Ruin.

Thou know'ft not what a Foe thou fend'ft me forth,
That I have fworn Destruction to the Queen,

And pledg'd my Faith to Mary and her Caufe:
My Honour is at stake.

Guil. I know 'tis given.

The more's thy Danger here. There is a Power
Who fits above the Stars, in him I Truft;
All that I have, his bounteous Hand bestow'd;
And he that give it, can preferve it to me.
If his O'er-ruling Will ordains my Ruin,.

What is there more, but to fall down before him,

Pem. Yes, I will go - For fee! Behold who comes! Oh, Guilford, hide me, shield me from her Sight;

Ev'ry mad Passion kindles up again,

Love, Rage, Difpair:

-

I will remember Thee

and yet I will be Master

Oh, my torn Heart !

I have a Thousand thousand Things to fay,

But cannot, dare not stay to look on her.

Thus gloomy Ghofts, whene'er the breaking Morn

Gives Notice of the chearful Sun's Return,

Fade at the Light, with Horror ftand Opprest,
And shrink before the Pulpit-dawning East;
Swift with the fleeting Shades they wing their way,
And dread the Brightnefs of the Rifing Day.

[Exeunt Guil, and Pem.

[Enter

[Enter Lady JANE, reading]:

L. J. Gray. ""Tis falfe! The thinking Soul is fomewhat "Than Symmetry of Atoms well difpos'd,

"The Harmony of Matter. Farewel elfe
"The Hope of all hereafter, that New Life,..
"That separate Intellect, which must furvive,.
When this fine Frame is moulder'd into Duft.

[Enter Guilford.]

Guil. What read'ft thou there, my Queen?
L. J. Gray "Tis Plato's Phadon:

Where Dying Secrates takes leave of Life,
With fuch an eafy, carelefs, calm Indifference,
As if the Trifle were of no Account,

Mean in it felf, and only to be worn

In Honour of the Giver.

Guil. Shall thy Soul

Still fcorn the World, ftill fly the Joys that court-
Thy blooming Beauty, and thy tender Youth?
Still fhall fhe foar on Comtemplations Wing,
And mix with nothing meaner than the Stars;
As Heaven and Immortality alone

Were Objects worthy to employ her.Faculties?

(more

L. J. Gray. Bate but thy Truth, what is there here below Deferves the leaft Regard? Is it not time

To bid our Souls look out, explore hereafter,
And feek fome better, fure-abiding Place,
When all around our gathering Foes come on,

To

To drive, to fweep us from this World at once?
Guil. Does any Danger new --------

L. J. Gray. The faithlefs Councellors
Are fled from hence, to join the Princef's Mary.
The fervile Herd of Courtiers, who fo late
In low Obey fance bent the Knee before me;
They, who with zealous Tongues, and Hands uplifted,
Befought me to Defend their Laws and Faith;
Vent their lewd Execrations on my Name,
Proclaim me Trait'refs now, and to the Scaffold
Doom my devoted Head.

Guil. The Changling Villians!

That pray for Slavery, fight for their Bonds,
And fhun the Bleffing, Liberty, like Ruin.
What art thou, Human Nature, to do thus?
Does Fear or Folly make thee, like the Indian,
Fall down before this dreadful Devil, Tyranny,
And Worship the Destroyer?

But wherefore do I loiter tamely here?

Give me my Arins: I will Preferve my Country,
Ev'n in her own defpite: Some Friends I have
Who will or Die or Conquer in thy Caufe,

Thine and Religion's, Thine and England's Caufe.

L. 7. Gray. Art thou not all my Treasure, all my Guard? And wo't thou take from me the only Joy,

The laft Defence is left me here below?

Think not thy Arm can ftem the driving Torrent,

Or fave a People, who with blindfold Rage
Urge their own Fate, and ftrive to be Undone.
Northumberland, thy Father is in Arms;

And if it be in Valour to defend us,

His Sword, that long has known the way to Conqueft,

Shall be our fureft Safety.

[Enter the Duke of Suffolk.]

Suff. Oh! my Children!

L. J. Gray. Alas! What means my Father?
Suff. Oh!
my Son !

Thy Father, great Northumberland, on whom
Our dearest Hopes were built-

Guil. Ha! What of him?

Suff. Is Loft! Betray'd!

His Army, onward as he march'd, fhrunk from him,
Moulder'd away, and melted from his fide,

Like falling Hail thick ftrewn upon the Ground,
Which e're we can effay to count, is vanish'd.
With fome few Followers he arriv'd at Cambridge;
But There ev'n they forfook him, and himself
Was forc'd, with heavy Heart and watry Eye,
To caft his Cap up, with diffembled Chear,
And cry, God fave Queen Mary. But alas!
Little avail'd the femblance of that Loyalty:
For foon thereafter, by the Earl of Arundel,
With Treason was he charg'd, and there Arrested
And now he brings him Pris'ner up to London.

(Dream

L. J. Gray. Then there's an End of Greatnefs: The vain Of Empire, and a Crown, that danc'd before me, With all thofe unfubftantial, empty Forms,

Waiting in idle Mockery around us,

The gaudy Mafque, tedious, and nothing meaning,
Is vanish'd all at once -Why, fare it well.

Guil. And