To lateft Times the Bleffing to convey,
And guard that Faith for which I die to Day:
[Lady Jane goes up to the Scaffold: The Scene closes.
Pem. Horror on Horror! Blafted be the Hand
That ftruck my Guilford! Oh! his bleeding Trunk
Shall live in thefe distracted Eyes for ever.
Curfe on thy fatal Arts, thy cruel Counfels! [To Gardiner The Queen is Deaf and Pitilefs as thou art.
Gar. The juft Reward of Herefy and Treafon Is fal'n upon 'em both, for their vain Obftinacy Untimely Death, with Infamy on Earth,
And everlasting Punishment hereafter.b
Pem. And can't thou tell? Who gave thee to explore The fecret Purposes of Heav'n, or taught theed tra To fet a Bound to Mercy unconfin'd?
But know, thou proud perverfly-judging Winchester, ÿ
Howe'er your hard imperious Cenfures doom,
And portion out our Lot in Worlds to come;
Thofe, who with honeft Hearts purfue the Right,
And follow faithfully Truth's facred Light,
Tho' fuffering here, fhall from their Sorrows ceafe,
Reft with the Saints, and dwell in endless Peace.
EPILOGUE:
Spoken by Mrs. PORTER.
HE Palms of Virtue Heroes oft have worn ;
T Those Wreaths, tonight, a Female Brow adorn.
The deftin'd Saint, unfortunately brave,
Sunk with thofe Altars which she strove to save.
Greatly fhe dar'd to prop the Fuster Side,
As greatly with her adverfe Fate comply'd,
Did all that Heav'n cou’d:æsk, refign'd and dy'd;'
Dy'd for the Land for which she wish'd to live, ¦
And gain'd that Liberty she could not give. A qui oma olh
O! happy People! of this Fabrite flefrol et barokis túto l
On whom So many better Angels smiley burg nodi svord tatt
For you, kind Heav'n new Bleffings till supplies,
Bids other Saints, and other Guardians rise:
For you, the fairest of her Sex is come,
Adopts our Britain, and forgets her Home.
For Truth and You, the Heroine declines
Auftria's proud Eagles, and the Indian Mines,
What Senfe of fuch a Bounty can be shown!
But Heav'n must make the vast Reward its own,
And Stars hall join to make her future Crown.
Your Gratitude with ease may be express d;
Strive but to be, what she wou'd make you, bless'd.
Let no vile Faction vex the vulgar Ear,
With fand Surmife, and false affected Fear:
Confirm but to your felves the given Good
'Tis all he asks, for all she has bestow'd.
Such was our great Example shown to Day,
And with fuch Thanks our Author's Pains repay.
If from these Scenes, to guard your Faith you learn,
If for your Laws you Shew a just Concern,
If you are taught to dread a Pepish Reign,
Our beauteous Patriot has not dy'd in vain.
Lady JANE GRAY, fent by an Unknown Hand.
HEN waking Terror's rouze the guilty Breaß,
And fatal Visions break the Murd'rer's Reft;
When Vengeance does Ambition's Fate decree,
And Tyrants bleed to fet whole Nations free;
Tho' the Mufe faddens each distressed Scene,
Unmov'd is ev'ry Breast, and ev'ry Face Serene,
The mournful Lines no tender Heart fubdue :
Compaffion is to fuff'ring Goodness due,"
The Poet your Attention begs once more
Tattone for Characters here drawn before:
No Royal Miftrefs fighs through ev'ry Page,
And breathes her dying Sorrows on the Stage:
No lovely Fair, by soft Perswasion won,
Lays down the Load of Life, when Honour's gone.
Nobly to bear the Changes of our State,
To ftand unmov'd against the Storms of Fate,
A brave Contempt of Life, and Grandeur loft;
Such glorious Toils a Female Name can boaft.
Our Author draws not Beauty's heavenly Smile
T'invite our Wishes, and our Hearts beguile.
No foft Enchantments languish in her Eye,
No Blooms fade, nor fickning Roses die.
Arobler Paffion ev'ry Breaft must move,
Than youthful Raptures, or the Joys of Love.
A Mind unchang'd, Superior to a Crown,
Brave y defies the angry Tyrant's. Frown;
The fame, if Fortune finks, or mounts on high,
Or if the World's extended Ruins lie:
With gen'rous Scorn fhe lays the Sceptre down;
Great Souls fhines brightest, by Misfortunes shown:
With patient Courage she sustains the Blow,
And Triumphs o'er Variety of Woe.
Through ev'ry Scene the fud Diftress is new;
How well feign'd Life does represent the true!
Unhappy. Age! who views the bloody Stain,
But must with Tears Record Maria's Reign!
When Zeal, by Do&trine, flatter'd lawless Will,
Inftrncted by Religion's Voice to kill.
Te British Fair! lament in filent Woe,
Let ev'ry Eye with tender Pity flow:
The lovely Form through falling Drops will feem
Like flow'ry Shadows of the fiiver Stream.
Thus Beauty, Heaven's Sweet Ornament, Shall prové
Enrich'd by Virtue, as ador'd by Love.
Forget your Charms, fond Woman's dear Delight,
The Fops will languish bere another Night.
No Conquests from dissembling Smiles we fear;
She only kills, who wounds us with a Tear.
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