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Aye; and in spite of thee, proud Scot! Let Scotland, France, and Spain blow up the form, I'll weather it, if no finifter wind, No inland guit, o'erset me suddenly: Mary's secure ; and Norfolk's Thallow brains Are wrapt in dreams of vanity and love; His plots I find baye yet no farther scope.

[Exit Cecil,

SCENE III. Elizabeth entering her Cham

ber with the Lieutenant of the Tower,

Eliz. Lieutenant, now you have had your orders

haste! Lieut. The Duke is still below--I'll guard him well.

[Exit Lieur.

So! this design is riper chan I thought :
Leicester informs me that the contra&t's fign'd.
The tower is now the fittelt refidence
For this intriguing Lord, who thinks to mix
The Itaceman's and the lover's. part unseen.

Enter Cecil, throwing himself at Elizabeth's Feet.

Cecil. Most gracious Queen! thus at your royal

feet I crave a boon. E'en as I enter'd now, The Duke was feiz'd; oh, get fufpend your wrath !

Eliz. Cao Cecil plead for Norfolk? Rise! and say, What means this double aspect? this quick change? This anguish heat and cold? Your fteadymind, Which us'd 10 point the safest road, now veers, Turns, like the shifting vane, at every blat.

Cecil. When have these eyes e'er view'd your ene"

mies But with an even, stedfaft look of hate?

Eliz. Why, Cecil! are not all the Catholics United in this cause? th' ambassadors Of France and Spain haunt me from morn to night With their petitions for this captive Queen.

Cecil. Yet Norfolk's neither Catholic nor foe; Vouchsafe to hear him!

Eliz. Since you are prompt In his defence ;-who waits ? [Enter Attendant.] Call in the Duke.

[Exit Attendant. Cecil. Had he designs against your government I ne'er had sued for him ; but he, poor dupe ! Intent on his vairs-glorious enterprise, Aim'd at no farther harm; and to be plain, He is so popular, that 'tis not safe To keep his person long in custodyBut here he comes.

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Enter Norfolk throwing himself at Elizabeth's Feet. Nor. My Mistress! Oh, my Queen

! Here let me, proftrate on this ground, assert My faith and loyalty!

Eliz. You may arise ;
'Tis done already honelt Cecil proy'd
Your plots were not design'd against ourselves.

Nor. Tho' justice is of right, yet he who feels
Not thankful for't, betrays a narrow mind,
Forgets the general pravity of man,
Nor prizes yirtues for their rarity,

Eliz. Norfolk, attend ! this caution now remains ;
What fall from high should deep impression make;
Beware how you take part in Mary's cause!
Remember this forgiveness, and engage,
That henceforth you'll give over these attempts.

Nor. This act of justice claims my solemn vow.
Eliz. Cecil, attend us

[Exit Eliz.
Cecil. Norfolk, this escape
Should ferve to warn you from this idle chace ;
Now seek some other fair-take her to wife;

Fly not at game so high; the faulcon's safe
Who for the lesser quarry scuds the plain,
But if he's ftruck, tow'ring to chase the hern,
He falls to rise no more

[Exit Cecil.

NORFOLK, folus.

So! this wise man
Thus condescends to waste his thoughts on me!
Advice is easier given than pursued.-
It is no trifling talk to quit at once
All that makes life engaging, all I love !
What have I promis'd? Heavens, I dread to think!
Yet it must be! for when did Norfolk e'er
Infringe his word ? Nay, to his Queen, his kind
Indulgent Mistress-What! for mercy sue,
And break the fair conditions of the grant?
The very thought's a crime--Nature may change,
All creatures may their elements forsake;
The universal diffolve and burst its bonds;
Time may engender contrarieties,
And bring forth miracles-but none like this,
That I should break my word-I'll to my love,
Lament our fate, and take my last farewel.



SCENE I. Before Tutbury Castle.

Enter the Earl of Shrewsbury and Beton.


I AM charg'd with royal thanks to Shrewsbury
For his humanity and gentleness.

Shrews. Alas, good Beton ! 'tis a grievous task
Thus to confine a Queen-Humanity,
Where 'tis so due, claims lefs acknowledgement,
I am enjoyn’d to keep her close, because

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The neighbourhood abounds with Catholics.
I was in search of Bagot, the High Sheriff,
With orders on that point-

Beton. I learn from him
That the Earl of Huntingdon will foon arive ;
I fear his furly, proud, imperious mind
Will bring no comfort to my Mistress here.
Shrews. You know lie claims fucceffion to the

Before the Queen of Scots; this strange conceit
May sweli his native pride and violence
With envious malice-but I'll temper it
By all the indulgences and gentle means
Our rigid orders fuffer--Now farewel.

SCENE II. Tutbury Castle, Mary's Chem.

ber---Mary and Lady Douglas discovered:

Mary. No, nor another tear! our fate's decreçd; Our lot is calt; here in this fad abode, E'en here we may enjoy a dread reposeBetter by far than the tumultuous throbbs Of my poor aching heart, while yet it dreamt Of liberty and visionary crowns, Whene'er I Number'd, mock'd my troubled fight, Here then, at last, in these dark, filent dens, We shall be proof against anxiety, and feverous expectations agonies. L. Doug. My royal miltress, fill there is hope,

though this May feem the manfion of despair ; so cold, So comfortless, and fit for scenes of woe ; Such deep, low, winding vaults; such towers aloft Įmpending o'er their base, like broken cliffs Whose Taapeless, weather beaten fummits hang in rude excrescence, threat'ning instant fall : Perhaps in each of them fome wretch pent up, Lives here, suspended between heaven and earth

Mary. I like thele dismal cells; this awful gloom Congenial to my foul-each yawning cave

Looks like the entrance to the shades of death,
And promises oblivion of this world.
Rude as this cattle is, here held his fate
old John of Gaunt; hither flock'd all the pride
Of chivalry; around the lists fat all
The beauties of the Court; each Knight in arms,
Intent to catch a glance from some bright eye,
Exulting in her champion's victory:
Our eyes are now to other uses doom'd;
To read and weep by turns-r-Alas, my dear!
Your pretty eyes are far too young and bright
To waste their lufre on these fights of woe.

L. Doug. Lose not a fight on me! while i behold
My royal Mistress' face, my heart's at relt:
Not all the gayities and bravery
Which once you say these eyes were witness to,
Have charms for me; 'tis all I asks, to fit
Long, wintry, feepless nights, and chear awhile
The heavy hours that hang around your head mine
Mary. Heavens ! how have I deserv'd fuch kind.

ness ! No! This must not be ; you must depart, my girl; Fly quickly, shun this seat of wretchedness; For else, who knows but you may be involv'd In that fad fate which hourly threatens me? Ob! 'tis a a forry sight to see thee fit At meals with me, who dever can ensure One morsel at our scancy board, from fear Th' affaflius wary Iten, fix'd on bis point, Yet trembling till with horror and remor fe, And faultering in the deed--Al! who comes here,


Shrews. Madam! it grieves me that my presence

here Shou'd give you fuch, alarm; I hoped, that if In any point I variere from my trust, 'Twas not in cruelty

Mary. Far ocheruile; 'twas foincwhat else, indee." Perhaps an idle fear; at least while you Continue in your charge-

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