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Tho'?tis a poor disconfolate abode:
Mary. No more ! perform
Hunt. Then be it fo! Attendants follow me; Leave her to ruminate in solitude. [Èxit Shrewsbury and Huntingdon with the at
tendants following reluctantly.
M A R Sola.
Give up my Crown; my fon; support my foe,
'Tis a plain challenge to a Queen-Resign • All sense of honour, claims of birth, all thoughts • Of eminence in early youth imbib’d, • And grown habitual, to those whom chance • Has in derision deck'd with mortal crowns; • Or else prepare, and summon fortitude
To brave the threats of power, the taunts, the scorn, • The worst indignities that 'envy breeds ; • That bitterest produce of the meabelt plant
That grows in mortal breafts-Perhaps ftill morc;"
Perhaps her iron hand may rend these limbs ;
And stand the fiery trial-Ah! who's that?
Enter NORFOLK in Disguise.
Nor. Oh, fear me not, my life! 'tis I; 'Tis Norfolk at your feet.
Mary. Oh, Heavens ! once more
Nor. By the gift you gave;
Mary Danger is no more
Nor. Alas! that's all, I fear, we e'er can hope. Mary. Let pot your noble spirit, Norfolk, fail ! Nor. Spirit will fail when reason cannot hope. Mary Norfolk cannot despond in Mary's cause.
Nor. Oh, think no more of such a worthless wretch; A base, mean villain, traitor to my Queen.
Mary. Is love for me such treason in her fight?
Nor. My treason is not 'gainst my lawful Queen,
Mary. Mean you me?
Was that a treason against me ? 'was great,
NORFOLK, [Aside.] How shall I wound her gen'rous, noble heart? • Her, whose pure mind, whose unsuspicious thoughts ! Dress up my sins in virtuous robes; thereby • But making them more hideous in my sight; • And me more hateful to myself.'-Oh, fool! That cou'd be brought to purchase this vile life, By quitting all that's dear to me on earth!
Mary. What do I hear? Oh, say not so, my love! You are not capable of such a thought.
Nor. Alas! I've pledg'd my word; I've sworn to it.
Nor. Mine have not been so hitherto-an oath,
Mary. Had I no oath from you?
Mary. Cruel man!
What have I done to change your nature thus;
Nor. The horror of my crimes comes thick upon
Mary. Are you then still my Norfolk? Do I dream? Nor. No, while there's life in this poor frame, and
whileMary. Enough, my Norfolk! I am the debtor now: Your noble resolution doth restore The genial current of my frozen blood ; The blood of many hundred Kings doth rise To chace despondency, and swell my soul With thoughts of nobler deeds, and times to come. Mary shall once more triumph in her turn.
Nor. Then farewel, beautiful and injur'd faint! Good angels hover round this dark abode, And guard you till the cries of honour's voice Shake these old battlements, and rend this roof; Burst wide these bars, and once more charm the world With radiant light of matchless beauty's beams. Adieu, my love!
Mary. Remember me-Farewel!
Enter ELIZABETH and CECIL.
L ! what more ? the Duke, you say, is
secur'd. Cecil. Aye! beyond 'scape, my liege! He's on his
way; Perhaps has reach'd the Tower. Eliz.
Cecil. Reproaches from my Queen,
Heav'n favours none
Cecil. If I repent me not the part I took, May I be sharer in his punishment. Eliz. We know your faith ; 'twas error we're con.
Cecil. "Tis done! Behold
Eliz. The treason is clear !
Cecil. Were they in number as the summer leaves,