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That insuppressive spirit of this ifle,
Which hates injustice, 'fuccours innocence,
Appals the tyrant, and protects the oppress’d.




Elizabeth feated on her Throne, attended by her Court

and Guards.

Enter Cecil.


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ECIL, your hafte tells me you bring advice
Of the result of the conferrence
On Mary's cause.

Cecil. My lieg'e the conference
By Norfolk, your own delegate this hour
Is suddenly dislolved. The partial Duke,
When Herries claim'd an audience for his Queen,
Dismiss’d the Court, and justified the claim.

Eliz. Mary will never be in want of friends
While Norfolk lives.

Cecil. And how long that may be,
I know not; but can never with long life
To England's foes.---

Eliz. Of Norfolk say you that?

Cecil. Not as a charge direct, of
Within the grasp of law: but when a Duke
So highly

honour'd by his Queen (hall plot
In late affairs.
Eliz. What mean these hints ? Explain,

[Descending from her Throne. Cecil. The Duke arrives from Bolton, the Lord


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Eliz. Indeed ! I own the visit was iH tim'd.
Cecil. Or flow'd it purely from fraternal love?

Eliz. Why, Cecil, you delight in dark surmise!
Norfolk's an open undefigning man ;
His friendships and dislikes are all avow'd.

Cecil. Soft clay takes deep impression-Flexible
To any shape, is moulded easily :
And facil, honeft minds, when caught by love,
Exchange their native qualities for those
Which suit their new designs.

Eliz. Speak you of love?

Cecil. Aye, mutual, in all its forms declar'd;
Close correspondence.“

Eliz. Oh, accursed news!
Oh, all seducing harlot ! Wanton Wretch !
Can none escape the fascinating looks
Of this attracting bafilifk ? mult the
Cecil! this instant issue my cominands
For closer custody; seek Shrewibury;
Tell him to take her from the Lady Scrope,
Her Norfolk's filter, and from Bolton Atraight
Proceed to T'utbury's Irong fortress : there
Let her be guarded safe--begone--no-top
Cecil, be sure you do not trifle here,
I would not have your wary

BỊemilh'd, by joining in the babling cry
Of every politic officious knave,

Seeking reward for premature reports: * What proof have you of this?

Cecil. Ere long compleat;
Till then, my faithful word; but ler not hafte
Mar the discovery---Plots there are befides
Of blacker dye, not flowing from the Duke,
But from the restless spirit of the church,
Whole midnight conclave brooding in the dark,
Devises fratagems and maffacres
For those who break her fetters,

Eliz. Now dispatch,
Use all your zeal--forget not:Shrewsbury.

[Exit Cecil.

The events begin to multiply, which tend.


All to my point. This close imprisonment
Will now be fanctified in peoples eyes.
I'll spread the fame of this conspiracy ;
But for the Duke's intrigue there needs no haste;
As yet 'tis in the bud, and may lie hid
Till farther light fall ripen and expand
Its native colours.--Here he comes at length.



Nor. I fear I'm come full lace ; tho' not the last
In love and duty to my gracious Queen.

Eliz. My Lord, we know your fame for loyalty ;
For honour, justice, generofity;
We think ourselves have not been wanting yet,
In owning and rewarding your deferts ;
Nor can we doubt your faith and gratitude.
Nor. Forbid it Heaven that there should be just

cause !
Eliz. Norfolk, you are our first commiffioner.-

Nor. As such, I trust I've not disgrac'd my charge,
Or England's justice.

Eliz. You are not accused;
Think not we wish for blind subferviency
In th’exercise of such a trull; but say
Frankly what colour wears this wondrous cause ?

Nor. On Mary's side fair as her beauteous front...
Eliz How ! to my face?

My Lord, you never speak
But from the heart, such frankness pleases me,
And much becomes your family and name !
Which in good truth, I wish were well secur'd
In the right line! your noble wife, my Lord,
Hath lately left us to lament her lofs;
You should who wou'd not be proud
To boast of Norfolk's heart? Why not aspire
To ask a royal hand ? --The Queen of Scots
Is not I guels, difpleasing in your fight.

Nor. Aspire to gain the Queen of Scots ? Thall I,
So highly countenanced by your good grace,
Court one in bondage, fallen, and accus'd ?

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!


[Exit Eliz,


folus. What


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,
And reads our very hearts. I'll to him straight.

[Exit Norfolk

SCENE II. Enter Cecil, meeting Lord

Herries in hafie.

Cecil. Whither fo fast, my Lord?

L. Her. No matter, Sir,
If far from regions whence all faith is flown,
All reverence to royal rights-

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!

[Exit Herries.

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