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How form'd he was to save her from distress,
A king to govern, and a saint to bless:
New sorrow to my lab'ring breast succeeds,
And my whole heart for wretched England bleeds.

[Exit Lady Jane Grey.
Guil. My heart sinks in me, at her soft complaining;
And ev'ry moving accent that she breathes
Resolves my courage, slackens my tough nerves,
And melts me down to infancy and tears.

Enter Pembroke.

Pern. Edward is dead; so said the great Northumberland, As now he shot along by me in haste. See, my Guilford! [Speaking to him.

My friend!

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,
Just us I enter'd here. But say, could that,
A fate which ev'ry moment we expected,
Distract thy thought, or shock thy temper thus?

Guil. Oh! Pembroke! 'tis in vain to hide from thee!
For thou hast look'd into my artless bosom,
And seen at once the hurry of my soul.
Tis true thy coming struck me with surprise.

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.
Thou hast prevaricated with thy friend,
By under-hand contrivances undone me:
And while my open nature trusted in thee,
Thou hast stept in between me and my hopes,
And ravish'd from me all my soul held dear.
Thou hast betray'd me .

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.
My injur'd honour,.

Impatient of the wrong, calls for revenge;
And tho' I love thee fondly

Guil. Hear me yet,
And Pembroke shall acquit me to himself.
Hear, while I tell how fortune dealt between us,
And gave the yielding beauty to my arms

Pern. What, hear it! Stand and listen to thy triumph! Thou think st me tame indeed. No, hold, I charge

thee,
Lest I forget that ever we were friends,
Lest, in the rage of disappointed love,
I rush at once, and tear thee for tby falsehood.

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;
Say thou art marry'd, say thou hast possess'd her,
And rioted in vast excess of bliss;
That I may curse myself, and thee, and her.
Come, tell me how thou didst supplant ihy friend?
How didst thou look with that betraying face,
And smiling plot my ruin?

Guil. Give me way.
When thou art better temper'd, I may tell thee,
And vindicate at full my love and friendship.

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.

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Henceforward let the thoughts of our past lives
Be turn'd to deadly and remorseless hate.
Here I give up the empty name of friend,
Renounce all gentleness, all commerce, with thee,
To death defy thee, as my mortal foe;
And when we meet again, may swift destruction
Rid me of thee, or rid me of myself.

[Exit Pembroke.
Guil. The fate I ever fear'd is fall'n upon me;
And long ago my boding heart divin'd
A breach like this from his ungovern'd rage.
Oh, Pembroke! thou hast done me much injustice,
For I have borne thee true, unfeign'd, affection;
Tis past, and thou art lost to me for ever.
Love is, or ought to be, our greatest bliss;
Since ev'ry other joy, how dear soever,
Gives way to that, and we leave all for love.
At the imperious tyrant's lordly call,
In spite of reason or restraint we come;
Leave kindred, parents, and our native home.
The trembling maid, with all her fears he charms,
And pulls her from her weeping mother's arms:
He laughs at all her leagues, and in proud scorn
Commands the bands of friendship to be torn;
Disdains a partner should partake his throne,
But reigns unbounded, lawless, and alone. [Exit.

ACT THE THIRD.

SCenE I.

The Tower.

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.

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