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Cecil. Are bue fresh motives for example fake.
Eliz. Then be it so. 6 Cecil.
And het Ambassador, Who wou'd have forc'd the Tower, and seized
yourself! • Eliz. That must be nicely weighed; for fove.
reignty, • Aye, but the shadow of it, claims regard : « Tis not for us to extinguish hastily
That emanation from the royal light; • Altho’the source from whence it springs may feem « Somewhat obfcure and clouded
6 Cecil. But if threats i Produce confession, we may learn to guard 6 'Gainst farther harm.' Eliz. Proceed.
[Exit Cecil. He needs no fpur ; Nay, he anticipates my inmost thoughts. Th'ambitious Duke's dispos'd of; such halt plac'd, Soft, scrúpulous fools, make poor conspirators. Mary yet lives : but for the Ambassadors, I shou'd have sent her cross the Tweed ere now, To Murray's care: I wou'd it had been done When first she threw herself into my hands; It seem'd a consummation of success, A period to my cares : but now this prize, This precious prize, fo unexpectedly Entangled in my toils, proves a fierce snake Which I can neither safely hold, or loose ; While yet I have her in my grasp, she slips, Twining her folds around my limbs-Alas! I live in fear of my own prisoner, And tremble on my Throne.
SCENE II. Enter DAVISON to Cecil:
Dav. The fatal order's fent; e'en now the Duke Prepares for death.
Cecil. Oh, Davifun! these times Demand dispatch? patience must have its bounds, To dangerous weakness.
Dav. Yet the piteous fall
Of this beloved, generous Duke, will rend
Cecil. Such esteem,
SCENE III. The Tower.
NORFOLK and the LIEUTENANT discovered.
Nor. No, good Lieutenant; I am at a point,
Lieut. Yet ftill my Lord,
Nor. As I'm a Christian man, and doom'd to die, 'Tis true; and never have I aught deyis'd Against her sacred self: but 'tis in vain To sue for mercy; nor is it
[Enter a servant delivering a paper to the Lieute.
Ha! what's that I fee?
Nor. Enough! I read it in your looks :
Enter Sheriff and Guards.
Nor. I am content, thank Heav'n, to meet my lates Not from indifference to life, or claim To innocence; far otherwise in both: But knowing mercy's infinite extent, I cast the world behind me. One farewel! And then
Sher. My Lord, in truth, we may not wait.
Nor. I gn-and, good Lieutenant, tell the Queed That he who lately stood in highest rank, (Now (unk below the meanest citizen) Tho' he's pronounc'd a traitor by his Peers, Whom yet he blames not, still appeals to Heav’o In his last moments, that there lives not one More true to his religion, country, Queen, Than dying Thomas Howard Then implore Her kind compassion to my orphan babes. Say that my dying words were, « Peace be with her !' And as I am the first to fall by the axe, So may I be the last, in her blelt reign! May she do justice, and protect th oppress'd! So may her fame reach all posterity! And by her hand, do thou, oh, gracious Heayin ! Build up the walls of England !
Sher. Alas! My Lord! Delay is at our peril, we beseech
Nor, A little moment! I had something yetBut let it pass! here! here' it rests; while yet Life's current flows, while yet my nerves perform Their functions Mary! I must think on thee! Bless thee with my last breath: may Heav'n afford That fućcour which this mortal arm in vain Attempted ! may 'il thou never feel such pangs As he who dies for thee! and now', e'en now, Flies with impatience from this hell to seek A refuge in the cold embrace of death.-
ead on! -Oh, Mary! Mary! Mary!
SCENE IV. WHITEHALL.
Enter ELIZABETH and CECIL.
Eliz. Cecil! our last commands have been per.
Eliz. [aside.] How ! how's this ! intent
Cecil. · Her minifter, the Bishop, hath confefs'd
Eliz. s Then bid him instantly depart my realm
If he beholds to-morrow's setting sun ! On English ground, his privilege is gone,
He dies a traitor's death-and from his Queen, « No more ambassadors I'll entertain; • Or risk my life to grace my prisoner. Cecil. • The French King's minister, of late, is
grown • Importunate for fresh indulgences; • That she may be allowed to take the air, ! With fit attire and decent retinue; • All this is ask'd of grace; not as a part • Of Anjou's marriage treaty.
Eliz. If that serve ? T'amuse and hood-wink France, she'll think no
On Mary'-Davison ! what brings thee thus?
Dav. Dispatches from your Minister in France.
Dav. Heavier far, and worse
Eliz. Speak! no more delay.
Eliz. and Cecil. The massacre
Dav. I said the word : the tale
Eliz, Oh ! let me shed one tear for that great man!
And, oh! eternal infamy the King « Look'd on, encourag'd, nay imbru'd his hands, • His sacred hands, in his own subjects' blood :
Pointing his carabine at those who fled