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That insuppressive spirit of this ifle,
A C T II.
Elizabeth feated on her Throne, attended by her Court
ECIL, your hafte tells me you bring advice
Cecil. My lieg'e the conference
Eliz. Mary will never be in want of friends
Cecil. And how long that may be,
Eliz. Of Norfolk say you that?
Cecil. Not as a charge direct, of
honour'd by his Queen (hall plot
[Descending from her Throne. Cecil. The Duke arrives from Bolton, the Lord
Eliz. Indeed ! I own the visit was iH tim'd.
Eliz. Why, Cecil, you delight in dark surmise!
Cecil. Soft clay takes deep impression-Flexible
Eliz. Speak you of love?
Cecil. Aye, mutual, in all its forms declar'd;
Eliz. Oh, accursed news!
Seeking reward for premature reports: * What proof have you of this?
Cecil. Ere long compleat;
Eliz. Now dispatch,
All to my point. This close imprisonment
Nor. I fear I'm come full lace ; tho' not the last
Eliz. My Lord, we know your fame for loyalty ;
Nor. As such, I trust I've not disgrac'd my charge,
Eliz. You are not accused;
Nor. On Mary's side fair as her beauteous front...
Nor. Aspire to gain the Queen of Scots ? Thall I,
Eliz, Is, then, a diadem so small a prize!
Nor. Pardon me, Madam. if I have no wish To wed a prisoner.-Gods, when I reflect On all the comforts I enjoy at home, How can I wish to seek a land of strife ; And purchase, at the price of wealth and ease, A barren sceptre and a fruitless crown? Eliz. Then England boasts a peer who scorns the
match ? Nor. Such are the gifts of bounteous Providence, Such my condition in my native land, That when surrounded by the numerous throng Of my retainers, at my plenteous board, Or in the crouded field at country sports, I, your liege subject, sometimes rate myself As high as many princes.
Dav. Madam I come From the Earl of Liecester, who, by illness seiz'd, Despairs of life, yet frequently repeats Your royal name, and seems as if he wilh'd T' impart some weighty matter.Eliz, Say I'll come.
[Exit Dav. [Aside.) So Leicester has some secret to divulge Upon his death bed, tho' I trust in Heaven He doth not yet upon his death bed lie ! [Addressed to Norfolk.] And on what pillow Nor.
folk lays his head, Let him beware!
this caution mean? Beware what pillow! Ha! why more is meant : I mark'd her cold, dry looks, her pregnant sneers; All is not well-surely she has not heard-She has, and I'm undone all confidence, Al faith is rotten-Leicester is
friend ; But who knows what in fickness he'll confess? Somehow I am betray'd : 'Tis Cecil sure; The prying, penetrating Cecil, ays!
He at a glance views all this busy world,
SCENE II. Enter Cecil, meeting Lord
Herries in hafie.
Cecil. Whither fo fast, my Lord?
L. Her. No matter, Sir,
Cecil. How's this?
L. Her. England's no more a civiliz'd estate: The favage Afric tyrant may expose His fubje&t's liberty to public sale, Seize, bind, and sell the human race like beasts, Mow down their heads like thistles in the path; He is untutór'd; yet not more than you, Barbarian, reckless of all taith and law. What breach of law? what wrongful judgreent's
this? L. Her. None: for you cannot, dare not judge,
our Queen. Why is the then detained Curse on this land • And all its favage race, your cursed Mores, • Plac'd like a trap to intercept the course • Add paffage of the sea, had well nigh caught • My Mistrels on her way:' Henceforth what fail Will not, thro' rocks and fands, avoid your coaft? Soon as the mariner shall from afar Descry your hated cliffs, tho? spent with toil, Consum'd with fickness, and dilress’d for food, He'll curn his leaky vessel, and escape The seat of treacherous Circe's cruel reign. Yet, e'er I go, mark this, the hour's at hand When foreiga vengeance shall dismay your ifle, Scare all its coafts, and make its center (bake At sight of such a buoyant armament, As never press’d the bosom of the main. Beware!