Pour forth new Worlds to all Eternity,

And People the Infinity of Space.

Guil, Fain would I chear my Heart with Hopes like thefe; But my fad Thought turns ever to the Grave, To that lait Dwelling, whither now we hafte, Where the black Shade fhall interpofe betwixt us, And veil thee from these longing Eyes for ever.

L. J. Gray. 'Tis true, by those dark Paths our Journey leads And thro' the Vale of Death we pafs to Life:

But what is there in Death to blaft our Hopes? . Behold the univerfal Works of Nature,

Where Life ftill.fprings from Death. To us the Sun
Dies every Night, and every Morn revives:
The Flow'rs, which Winter's Icy Hand deftroy'd,
Lift their fair Heads, and live again in Spring.
Mark, with what Hopes upon the furrow'd Plain,
The careful Ploughman cafts the pregnant Grain;
There hid, as in a Grave, a while it lies,
Till the revolving Seafon bids it rise,

Till Nature's genial Pow'rs command a Birth,
And potent, calls it from the teeming Earth':
Then large Increafe, the bury'd Treafures yield,
And with full Harvests crown the plenteous Field.

[Exeunt feverally with Guards,

The End of the Fourth A.

ACT

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ACT V. SCENE I..

Scene Continues..

Enter GARDINER, as Lord Chancellor, and the Lieutenant ... of the Tower. Servants with Lights before 'em.

Lieut.

Go

Ood Morning to your Lordship! you rife early.
Gar. Nay, by the Rood, there are too many

Some must ftir early, or the State fhall fuffer.

Did you, as Yesterday our Mandate bade,..
Inform your Pris'ners, Lady Jane and Guilford,
They were to die this Day?.

Lieut. My Lord, I did.

1. (Sleepers;

Gar. 'Tis well. But fay, How did your Message like 'em? Lieut. My Lord, they met the Summons with a Temper That shew'd a folemn, ferious Sense of Death,.. Mix'd with a noble Scorn of all its Terrors. In fhort, they heard me with the felf-fame Patience With which they ftill have born them in their Prifon. In one Request they both concurr'd: Each begg’d

To die before the other.

Gar.

Gar. That, difpofe

As you think fitting.

Lieut. The Lord Guilford only

Implor'd another Boon, and urg'd it warmly ;

That e're he fuffer'd, he might fee his Wife,
And take a laft Farewel.

Gar. That's not much;

That Grace may be allow'd him: See you to it.

How goes the Morning?

Lieut. Not yet Four, my Lord.

Gar. By Tenthey meet their Fate. Yet one Thing more:

You know 'twas order'd, that the Lady Jane

Shou'd fuffer here within the Tow'r. Take care
No Crowds may be let in, no maudlin Gazers
To wet their Handkerchiefs, and make Report
How like a Saint fhe ended. Some fit Number,
And thofe too of our Friends, were most convenient:
But, above all, fee that good Guard be kept,
You know the Queen is lodg'd at present here,
Take Care that no Disturbance reach her Highness.
And fo good Morning, good Mafter Lieutenant.

How now! What Light comes here?

Serv. So please your Lordship,

If I mistake not, 'tis the Earl of Pembroke,

Gar, Pembroke! "Tis he;

[Exit Lieut.

What calls him forth thus

(early?

Somewhat he feems to bring of high Import;
Some Flame uncommon kindles up his Soul, 1
And flashes forth impetuous at his Eyes.

Enter

[Enter Pembroke, a Page with a Light before him,]

Good Morrow, noble Pembroke! What importunate
And ftrong Neceffity breaks on your Slumbers,
And rears your youthful Head from off your Pillow
At this unwholefome Hour; while yet the Night
Lafts in her latter Courfe, and with her raw
And rheumy Damps infefts the dusky Air?
Pem, Oh, Rev'rend Winchefter! my beating Heart
Exults and labours with the Joy it bears.

The News I bring fhall blefs the breaking Morn;
This coming Day the Sun fhall rife more glorious,
Than when his Maiden Beams first gilded o'er
The rich immortal Greens, the flow'ry Plains,
And fragrant Bow'rs of Paradife new born.
Gar. What Happiness is this?

Pem. 'Tis Mercy! Mercy,

The Mark of Heaven imprefs'd on Humane Kind:
Mercy, that glads the World, deals Joy around;
Mercy, that fmooths the dreadful Brow of Power,
And makes Dominion Light; Mercy, that fayes,
Binds up the broken Heart, and heals Defpair.
Mary, our Royal, ever-gracious Mistress,
Has to my Services and humblest Prayers
Granted the Lives of Guilford and his Wife;
Full and free Pardon!

Gar. Ha! What faid you? Pardon !

But fure you canuot mean it, cou'd not urge
The Queen to fuch a rash and ill-tim'd Grace ?

What! fave the Lives of those who wore her Crown!

My Lord! 'tis moft unweigh'd, pernicious Counfel,

And must not be comply'd with.

Pem. Not comply'd with!

And who fhall dare to bar her facred Pleafure,

And ftop the Stream of Mercy?

Gar. That will I :

Who wo'not fee her gracious Difpofition
Drawn to deftroy her felf.

Pem. Thy narrow Soul

Knows not the Godlike Glory of Forgiving;
Nor can thy cold, thy ruthlefs Heart conceive
How large the Pow'r, how fix'd the Empire is,"
Which Benefits confer on generous Minds:
Goodness prevails upon the flubborn'ft Foes,
And conquers more than ever Cafar's Sword did.
Gar. These are romantick, light, vain-glorious Dreams
Have you confider'd well upon the Danger?

How dear to the fond Many, and how popular

Thefe are whom you wou'd fpare? Have you forgot,
When at the Bar, before the Seat of Judgment,
This Lady Jane, this beauteous Traitress flood,
With what Command fhe charm'd the whole Affembly?
With filent Grief the mournful Audience fat,
Fix'd on her Face, and lift'ning to her Pleading.
Her very Judges wrung their Hands for Pity;
Their old Hearts melted in 'em as fhe spoke,
And Tears ran down upon their filver Beards.
Ev'n I my felf was mov'd, and for a Moment
Felt Wrath fufpended in my doubtful Breast,
And question'd if the Voice I heard was Mortal.
But when her Tale was done, what loud Applaufe,

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