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THE RIGHT HONOURABLB

WILLIAM CAVENDISH,

EARL OF NEWCASTLE, VISCOUNT MANSFIELD, LORD

BOLSOVER AND OGLE.

My LORD, Out of the darkness of a former age (enlightened by a late both learned and an honourable pen), I have endeavoured to personate a great attempt, and, in it, a greater danger. In other labours you may read actions of antiquity discoursed ; in this abridgment find the actors themselves

1 " William Cavendish (nephew to the first Earl of Devonshire), Lord Ogle,” Collins says, " jure materno, was born in the year 1592, and was early in favour with James I., by whom he was made a knight of the Bath in 1610, and created a peer, by the title of Viscount Mansfiel 1, in 1623. He continued in favour with Charles I., who created him Earl of.Newcastle-upon-Tyne in 1628, and Marquis six years afterward. In 1638, the king assigned him the office of governor to the Prince of Wales." For more than half a century the house of this distinguished noblenan was open to every man of genius and learning. He was more particularly the friend and munificent patron of Ben Jonson, whose connexion with the family appears to have been of long and close continuance, and whose assistance was called for by them on all occasions of mirth or melancholy, whether in the supply of monumental inscriptions, or in furnishing interludes for those splendid entertainments włdich his patron was accustomed to give, and which appear to have been the astonishment of the times. “God be thanked," says the Earl of Clarendon, emphatically, when mentioning that which the earl gave tv Charles I. on his journey into Scotland; “God be thanked, that though this stupendous entertainment might too much whet the appetite of others to excess, no man ever after in those days iinitated it.” For an 8.ccount of the public services of the Earl of Newcastle, for proofs of his devotion and unshaken fidelity to his royal and unfortunate master, this reader is referred to the pages of the saine excellent historian. A long; and elaborate character of the earl will be found in the second volume, from which we extract such passages as serve to show his attachment to literature and the fine arts.

“He was a very fine gentleman, active, and full of coura ge, and most 2 Learned and honourable pen.] That

of the great Lord's Bacon. Ho. alludes to his “History of King Henry VIL."-GurORD.

Before your eyes, in presence of your peers,
A subject of the rarest kind of pity
That hath in any age touch'd noble hearts,
The vulgar story of a prince's ruin,
Hath made it too apparent : Europe knows,
And all the western world, what persecution
Hath raged in malice against us, sole heir
To the great throne of th' old Plantagenets.
How, from our nursery, we have been hurried
Unto the sanctuary, from the sanctuary
Forced to the prison, from the prison haled
By cruel hands, to the tormentor's fury,
Is register'd already in the volume
Of all men's tongues; whose true relation draws
Compassion, melted into weeping eyes
And bleeding souls: but our misfortunes since
Have rang'd a larger progress thro' strange lands,
Protected in our innocence by Heaven.
Edward the Fisth, our brother, in his tragedy,
Quench'd their hot thirst of blood, whose hire to mur.

ther
Paid them their wages of despair and horror;.
The softness of my childhood smiled upon
The roughness of their task, and robb’d them farther
Of hearts, to dare, or hands to execute.
Great king, they spared my life, the butchers spared

it! Return'd the tyrant, my unnatural uncle, A truth of my despatch; I was convey'd With secrecy and speed to Tournay; fosterd By obscure means, taught to unlearn myself: But as I grew in years, I grew in sense Of fear and of disdain; fear of the tyrant Whose power sway'd the throne then: when disdain Of living so unknown, in such a servile And abject lowness, prompted me to thoughts of recollecting who I was, I shook off My bondage, and made haste to let my aunt of Burgundy acknowledge me her kinsman;

Heir to the crown of England, snatch'd by Henry From Richard's head; a thing scarce known i'th'

world. K. Ja. My lord, it stands not with your counsel

now

To fly upon invectives; if you can
Make this apparent what you have discours'd
In every circumstance, we will not study
An'answer, but are ready in your cause.

War. You are a wise and just king, by the powers
Above reserv’d, beyond all other aids,
To plant me in mine own inheritance :
To marry these two kingdoms in a love
Never to be divorced while time is time.
As for the manner, first of my escape,
Of my conveyance next, of my life since,
The means, and persons who were instruments,
Great sir, 't is fit I over pass in silence;
Reserving the relation to the secrecy
Of your own princely ear, since it concerns
Some great ones living yet, and others dead,
Whose issue might be question’d. For your bounty,
Royal magnificence to him that seeks it,
We vow hereafter to demean ourself,
As if we were your own and natural brother;
Omitting no occasion in our person,
To express a gratitude beyond example.
K. Ja. He must be more than subject who can

utter The language of a king, and such is thine. Take this for answer; be whate'er thou art, Thou never shalt repent that thou hast put Thy cause and person into my protection. Cousin of York, thus once more we embrace thee; Welcome to James of Scotland! for thy safety, Know, such as love thee not shall never wrong thee. Come, we will taste a while our court-delights, Dream hence afflictions past, and then proceed To high attempts of honour. On, lead on!

PERKIN WARBECK.

ACT I. SCENE I.

Westminster.— The Royal Presence-chamber. Enter King HenrY, .supported to the throne by the

Bishop of DURHAM and Sir WillIAM STANLEY, Earl of OxFORD, Earl of Surrey, and Lord DAWBENEY.

- A Guard.
K. Hen. Still to be haunted, still to be pursued,
Still to be frighted with false apparitions
of pageant majesty, and new-coin'd greatness,
As if we were a mockery king in state,
Only ordain'd to lavish sweat and blood,
In scorn and laughter, to the ghosts of York,
Is all below our merits; yet, my lords,
My friends and counsellors, yet we sit fast
In our own royal birthright: the rent face
And bleeding wounds of England's slaughter'd

people,
Have been by us, as by the best physician,
At last both thoroughly cured, and set in safety;
And yet, for all this glorious work of peace,
Ourself is scarce secure.

Dur. The rage of malice
Conjures fresh spirits with the spells of York.
For ninety years ten English kings and princes,
Threescore great dukes and earls, a thousand lords
And valiant knights, two hundred fifty thousand
Of English subjects have, in civil wars,
Been sacrificed to an uncivil thirst

Of discord and ambition: this hot vengeance
Of the just Powers above, to utter ruin
And desolation, had reign’d on, but that
Mercy did gently sheath the sword of justice,
In lending to this blood-shrunk commonwealth
A new soul, new birth, in your sacred person.

Daw. Edward the Fourth, after a doubtful fortune,
Yielded to nature, leaving to his sons,
Edward and Richard, the inheritance
Of a most bloody purchase; these young princes,
Richard the tyrant, their unnatural uncle,
Forced to a violent grave; so just is Heaven!
Him hath your majesty, by your own arm
Divinely strengthen'd, pulid from his boar's sty,'
And struck the black usurper to a carcass.
Nor doth the house of York decay in honours,
Though Lancaster doth repossess his right;
For Edward's daughter is King Henry's queen:
A blessed union, and a lasting blessing,
For this poor panting island, if some shreds,
Some useless remnant of the house of York
Grudge not at this content.

Orf. Margaret of Burgundy Blows fresh coals of division.

Sur. Painted fires, Without or heat to scorch or light to cherish. Daw. York's headless trunk, her father; Edward's

fate, Her brother, king; the smothering of her nephews By tyrant Gloster, brother to her nature, Nor Gloster's own confusion (all decrees Sacred in heaven), can move this woman-monster, But that she still, from the unbottom'd mine Of devilish policies, doth vent the ore Of troubles and sedition.

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-pulld from his boar's sty.) This contemptuous allusion to the armorial bearings of Richard III. is very common in our old writers. Shakspeare has it frequently in his tragedy of this usurper. GIFFORD.

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