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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.

[Exit Eliz.

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
The hearts of all his countrymen: the treets
Are throng'd with weeping multitudes; and groans
Betray more deep-felt forrow than the tongue
Dares, in these days, to utter,

Cecil. Such esteem,
And general sympathy; denote his sway
And empire o'er the affections of the land ;
And shou'd have ferved to other ends than ftrife,
For the romantic honour and renown
Of liberating helpless captive Queens,

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. The Tower.

NORFOLK and the LIEUTENANT discovered.

Nor. No, good Lieutenant; I am at a point,
The very point, and fummit of my path,
Up life's feep rough afcent; and now must leap
The dreadful precipice.

Lieut. Yet ftill my Lord,
There's room for mercy; and if fame speaks true,
Good cause for it. 'Tis said your Grace did save
Her Majesty's own person from affault.

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

my

wish
To ask that mercy which I've once abus'd.
Cou'd I but, during this fad interval,
Cou'd I but send one.

[Enter a servant delivering a paper to the Lieute.

nant.]

Ha! what's that I fee?
Alas !

Nor. Enough! I read it in your looks :
Lieut. My Lord, the guards attend.

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.

form'd ?
Cecil. Madam, they have..
Eliz. And how behav'd the Duke?
Cecil. With manly, decent confancy; and seem'd
Most penitent in that he broke his word;
But fill disclaiming fully all designs
Against your crown and person; at the last,
His parting soul seem'd bent on his own fate
Less than on Mary's

Eliz. [aside.] How ! how's this ! intent
On her at lalt? must her attractions reach
E'en to the very brink of death? alas!
That each progressive circumstance of woe,
Tends but to prove the power of her charms.

Cecil. · Her minifter, the Bishop, hath confefs'd
· His share of guilt, and open'd all the plot
• 'Twixt him and Alva-Philip and the Pope.

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

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On Mary'-Davison ! what brings thee thus?

Enter DAVISON.

Dav. Dispatches from your Minister in France.
Eliz. Of weighty matter?

Dav. Heavier far, and worse
Than mortal ears can bear; Heav'n guard us all
From such disasters as no tongue can tell?
A visitation which the world, till now,
Ne'er saw or heard of.

Eliz. Speak! no more delay.
Dav, Then hear the fate of all our friends in

France,
Swept from the face of the earth, exterminate,
In one black nigbe, at one infernal blow
Dealt by the hand of Rome; there scarcely lives
A protestant to tell the massacre,

Eliz. and Cecil. The massacre

Dav. I said the word : the tale
Runs thus:-That fignals from the Louvre top
Proclaim'd the time of flaughter ; Paris first,
And 'tis fuppos'd, within an hour, that all
The cities of that kingdom stream'd with blood.
Nor age, nor sex was spar'd ; old men, nay babes,
Falt in their helpless mothers' arm, were pierc'd
With the same weapon ; fick men in their beds,
Brave warriors in their sleep, were butcher'd: one,
One only check'd their course-The first who fell,
Brave Coligni. whose very name appals
The bigot's heart--At fight of his grey locks,
So known where'er the thicket battle rag'd,
They stood aghall, till one more harden'd wretch,
With eyes averted, stabb'd him to the heart.

Eliz, Oh ! let me shed one tear for that great man!
Dav. Marshalls of France, and Bishops Jed the

band,
: Invoking Heav'n. yet calling out for blood;

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

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