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How form'd he was to save her from distress,
[Exit Lady Jane Grey.
Pern. Edward is dead; so said the great Northumberland, As now he shot along by me in haste. See, my Guilford! [Speaking to him.
Guil. Ha! Pembroke! [Starting.
Pern. Wherefore dost ihou start? Why sits that wild disorder on thy visage, Somewhat that looks like passions strange to thee, The paleness of surprise and ghastly fear! Since I have" known thee first, and call'd thee friend, I never saw thee so unlike thyself, Sochang'd upon a sudden.
Guil. How! so chang'd!
Pan. So to my eye thou seem'st.
Guil. The king is dead.
Pern. I learn'd it from thy father,
Guil. Oh! Pembroke! 'tis in vain to hide from thee!
I have a thought But wherefore said I one?
I have a thousand thoughts all up in arms.
Pern. Thou know'st thou art so dear, so sacred to me, That I can never think thee an offender. If it were so, that I indeed must judge thee, I should take part with thee against myself, And call thy fault a virtue.
Guil. But suppose The thought were somewhat that concern'd our love.
Pern. Speak then, and ease the doubts that shock my soul.
Guil. Suppose thy Guilford's better stars prevail, And crown hi- love
Pern. Say not, suppose: 'tis done.
Guil. How! betray'd thee, Pembroke?
Pern. Yes, falsely, like a traitor.
Guil. Have a care.
Pern. But think not I will bear it long.
Impatient of the wrong, calls for revenge;
Guil. Hear me yet,
Pern. What, hear it! Stand and listen to thy triumph! Thou think st me tame indeed. No, hold, I charge
Guil. Thou wara'st me well; and I were rash as thou art, To trust the secret sum of all my happiness With one not master of himself. Farewell. [Going.
Pern. Ha! art thou going? Think not thus to part, Nor leave me on the wreck of this incertainty.
Guil. What wouldst thou further?
Pern. Tell it to me all;
Guil. Give me way.
Pern. No, I will have it now, this moment from thee, Or drag the secret out from thy false heart.
Guil. Away, thou madman! 1 would talk to winds, And reason with the rude tempestuous surge, Sooner than hold discourse with rage like thine.
Pern. Tell it, or by my injur'd love I swear,
[Laying his Hand upon his Sword. I'll stab the lurking treason in thy heart.
Guil. Ha! stay thee there; nor let thy frantic hand
[Stopping hirn. Unsheath thy weapon. If the sword be drawn, If once we meet on terms like those, farewell To ev'ry thought of friendship; one must fall.
Pern. Curse on thy friendship! I would break the band.
Guil. That as you please—Beside, this place is sacred, And must not be profan'd with brawls and outrage. You know I dare be found on any summons.
Pern. 'Tiswell. My vengeance shall not loiter long.
Henceforward let the thoughts of our past lives
ACT THE THIRD.
Enter Pembroke and Gardiner.
Gar. Nay, by the rood, my lord, you were to blame, To let a hair-brain'd passion be your guide, And hurry you into such mad extremes. Marry, you might have made much worthy profit, By patient hearing; the unthinking lord Had brought forth ev'ry secret of his soul; Then when you were the master of his bosom, That was the time to use him with contempt, And turn his friendship back upon his hands.
Pern. Thou lalkst as if a madman could be wise. Oh, Winchester! thy hoary frozen age Can never guess my pain; can never know The burning transports of untam'd desire. I tell thee, reverend lord, to that one bliss, To the enjoyment of that lovely maid, As to their centre, I had drawn each hope, And ev'ry wish my furious soul could form; Then, to be robb'd at once, and unsuspecting, Be dash'd in all the height of expectation! It was not to be borne.
Gar. Have you not heard of what has happen'd since?
Pern. I have not had a minute's peace of mind, A moment's pause, to rest from rage, or think.