Like Burfts of Thunder, fhook the fpacious Hall! A Peal of Groans ran thro' the crowded Court, Pem. And can that facred Form, that Angel's Voice, Gar. Alas! you look on her with Lover's Eyes: 1 hear and fee thro' reasonable Organs, Where Paffion has no Part. Come, come, my Lord, Pem. And you, my Lord, too little of the Churchman... Is not the facred Purpose of our Faith, Peace and Good-will to Man! The hallow'd Hand, Gar. Yes, and I dare avow it; I advis'd her To break thro' all Engagements made with Hereticks, Pem. Where fhall we feek for Truth, when ev'n Religion, The Prieftly Robe, and Miter'd Head difclaim it? I tell thee, Winchefter, Doctrines like thine Have ftain'd our Holy Church with greater Infamy Hence 'tis, that thofe who differ from our Faith And Christian Rome more cruel than the Pagan. Pem. 'Twas unlucky [Afide [Exit Gardiner. To meet and cross upon this froward Priest: [Exit. [The Scene draws, and discovers the I.ady Jane kneeling, as at ber Devotion; a Light, and a Bock plac'd on a Table before ber.] [Enter Lieutenant of the Tower, Lord Guillford, and one of Lady Jare's Women] Lieut. Let me not prefs upon your Lordship farther, But wait your Leifure in the Antichamber. Guil, I will not hold you long. Wam, Softly, my Lord! [Exit Lieutenant, For yet, behold, fhe kneels. Before the Night As for her Funeral, array'd her felf In thofe fad folemn Weeds. Since then, her Knee Or lifted with her rifing Hopes to Heaven. Guil. See! with what Zeal those Holy Hands are rear'd Catch the foft Sounds, and with alternate Office Spread their Ambrofial Wings, then mount with Joy But she has ended, and comes forward, [Lady Jane rifes, and comes towards the Front of the Stage.I L. J. Gray. Ha! Art thou my Guilford! Wherefore doft thou come To break the fettled Quiet of my Soul? I meant to part without another Pang, And lay my weary Head down full of Peace. Guil. Forgive the Fondnefs of my longing Soul, That melts with Tendernefs, and leans towards thee But if to fee thy Guilford, give thee Pain, Had Had wander'd forth unbleft by thofe dear Eyes, And wail'd'thy Lofs in Death's Eternal Shades. I.. J. Gray. My Heart had ended ev'ry earthly Care, Was but to pass the Forms of Death with Conftancy, [Enter Pembroke.] Pem. Oh, let me fly! Bear me, thou fwift Impatience, And lodge me in my faithful Guilford's Arms; That I may fnatch him from the greedy Grave, [Embracing. Is choak'd with Words that crowd to tell my Tidings: But I have fav'd Thee, and Oh, Joy unutterable! The Queen, my gracious, my forgiving Mistress, Has given not only thee to my Requeft, But fle, the too, in whom alone thou liv'ft,' The Partner of thy Heart, thy Love is fafe. Guil. Millions of Bleffings wait her! --- Has fhe ---- tell me ! O has the fper'd my Wife? Pew. Pem Both, both are pardon'd. But hafte, and do thou lead me to thy Saint, That I may cast my felf beneath her Feet, And beg her to accept this poor Amends For all done against her. Thou fair Excellence, [Kneeling Canft thou forgive the hoftile Hand that arni'd Posture! L. J. Gray. Oh, rife, my Lord, and let me take your Thus low I bow to Heaven, the Queen, and You Shall be clean blotted out; and for your Freedom, Let there be happy, ev'ry Joy attend 'em A fruitful Bed, a Chain of Love unbroken, A good old Age, to fee their Childrens Children, While I refer to them my Share of Happiness; 1 Conterul to want what they enjoy, |