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A30840
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The innocent usurper, or, The death of the Lady Jane Gray a tragedy / written by J.B.
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Banks, John, d. 1706.
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of the World Wou'd break her Vow to Gilford tell me then Is there a Man who for Religions Cause To fix the Glory of his House for ever And join two Lovers Hearts made one before By mutual Vows but wou'd have done as I did Pemb. The Ministers above are on your side And pleas'd to make your great Attempt successful Heav'ns have you not a Bolt in all your store Left yet to ram this Traytor to the Center Nay me that knows all this to be the forging of Aside His Brain yet dare not tell him that he Lies North. Haste then my Lord you are our Hopes have you The suppos'd Letters of the King to Mary And Council's Order of dispatch Pemb. I have But mine e'er this I hope she has receiv'd To give her Caution Fare you well my Lord. North. Yet but a word If Edward's Death she chance To hear of and so miss to fall into our Snare By my Command unknown to all the Council Six of the tallest best appointed Ships Are Cruising now about the Coast of Yarmouth To intercept her Flight that way Pemb. 'T was Bravely done and Wisely How Villany betrays it self Farewell Success at home attend you doubt not mine Exit Pemb. North. Help now you Powers whether from Heaven or Hell Descend ascend bring but a Crown I care not That from this Moment may grow up my Basis Whilst thus having compleated all my Labours Like Hercules I fix my Pillars here And by this Foot of ground on which I tread Hold and take seizen now of all the rest Lighting my Torch at Tudor's short liv'd flame Till Dudly's Name shall blaze in England's Crown As long and fear'd as Proud Plantagenet's Let none admire that Thracian Maximin A Peasant once attain'd the Roman Empire Or that Ogothocles a Potter's Son With Armies Conquer'd the Cicilian State Since Whirl-winds Storms and Earthquakes root up Towns And watery Deluges have drown'd whole Countries But this to do without the noise of Thunder Alone and with the Fox's Tayl unarm'd The Fame of this is only due to Dudly Behold a' comes the Pledge of all my Wishes The Star of my Ambition for whose sake I 'de wrest the War out of the Gyants hand And undertake a second fight with Heaven Enter Gilford Gilf. What have I felt what Ravishing Delight What Mines of Pleasure hast thou found this Night What Mysteries of Love without a Name What quenching Cordials and what killing Flame Soft like a Babe she laid me in her Bosom Whilst all the night I revell'd in her Arms. In Dreams of Love I 've done the like before But always wak'd till now cheated and poor North. O Son of all my hopes my Darling Gilford For whom thy Father feels within his Breast What far exceeds the Love of Youth to Beauty Gilf. My Lord my Father The Parent of my Life and of my Joys The Shrine of all my Offerings Prayers and Thanks And God of my Obedience here on Earth O let me bend beneath your feet for ever And kiss the Sacred Ground your steps have blest North. Rise to my Arms my Son I do Command thee What means my Gilford Gilf. O Sir you Begot me North. I did my Boy so did my Father me And all Mankind came so into the World Is that so strange Gilf. O Yes when I have told What Stars of Blessings rul'd when I was Born What lavish Plannet Reign'd that Night you 'll say My Birth 's a Miracle my Life a wonder North. Thy Vertues shine indeed like Prodigies Gilf. Was ever Man before Conceiv'd like me O speak when first you won my Mother's Love Had you not then the fierce desires of Iove Who got Alcides with such vast Delight He mask'd three Suns to make a treble Night And join'd three bright December Moons in one To get so Lov'd to make so Blest a Son North. How fares thy Lovely Bride my Beauteous Daughter Gilf. O there you dive into the precious Stream That purls through ev'ry Vein about my Heart The String that when with the least Breath you touch A thrilling Musick runs through all my Blood And ev'ry Pulse leaps but to hear her Nam'd North. O tell me of her Health how fares thy Iane Gilf. To see her is the Blessing of the Eyes But to lie by her panting side and hear The beatings of her heart Love's softest Language To count the Balmy Sighs her Soul breathes out And sweeter Kisses dropping from her Lips Are sure the Pleasures that th' Immortals feel The Springs where Angels every thousand years Fledge their cast Wings to make them young again And now can you believe if ever Father Did make a Son so blest if ever Son Had so much cause as I to bless a Father North. True if thou knew'st the mighty things I 've done Prepare with awe and listen to thy Father If this small gust of Passion shakes thy Frame Son I have News will root thee up with Joy Wou'd not thy Iane look lovely with a Crown Gilf. A Crown where e'er she goes she is the Queen And makes her Presence still the Court of Love Cupids like Subjects waiting on her looks Crowns in her Eyes and Scepters in her Smiles She like the Golden World in Bed did lie Like Conquering Alexander I lay by And what in Ages he cou'd scarce inthrall Won in a Night and Crown'd me King of all North. Still have you no regard to my Request Curb your wild Joy and listen to my Story I lay it on you as my last Commands I ever must or dare from hence pronounce Gilf. Ha! you have shock'd me Sir with somewhat which I fear to know What is 't I 'm all Attention North. Young Edward's dead Gilf. Alas that Rose of Kings That Sacred Bud of Royalty e'er it Cou'd blossom into Man Say not he 's dead North. Gilford your pity spare and hear me out And now you have indur'd the bitter Rind Prepare to taste the luscious Fruit that follows Gilf. Methought I heard a Father's voice again Say if he 's dead who must restore our Joys Why mourns the Kingdom then without a head Whom must I kneel to whom must we obey North. There lives a Prince to undeceive you let This Posture then instruct you who he is Gilf. Why kneels my Father why d' you heap more wonders North. Why bends the Subject to his lawful King I 'm in the presence of my Soveraign Gilf. Ha! where if so then I must cleave to Earth What means my Father say I see no Prince No Person that I owe Obedience to But you Heav'n what do you intend by this D' you rain down Miracles to distract me quite Or do you this to let me know that all Those Joys I tasted but last night were mortal North. To rid your Soul of racking doubts for ever Know that I kneel to you Gilf. All Heav'n forbid Rivers no more shall pay the Ocean duty But rushing back shall mingle with their Source
Cause retain For e're my words can reach th' Almighty's Ear Thunder from high grows lowder than my Prayer Methoughts the Diamond Bolts of Heav'n were barr'd And straight the noise of falling Crowns I hear'd Which did like Stars in broken pieces fly And scatter'd o're the Crystal Pavement ly Whilst Angels thus aloud Proclaim'd she Dies When Virtue Slave to tempting Glory lies 'T is just it fall Ambition's Sacrifice Sits down and takes Plato O Plato Thou that when the World was Night Taught Heathens how to see and us the Light Whose Mouth the longing Bees did make their Hive A true Presage thy Lips shou'd Honey give What say'st thou now to ease my troubled Breast What 's this A Tyrant is the greatest Plague Reads The Gods can send to Men Ha! Tyrant Ay that Guilt shall be thy Fame And Plato brands thee with that hated Name Lays down the Book and falls on the floor Fetch me the Robes the Adornments of your King And all the Pomp of the Ambitious bring Crowns Scepters Globes till they an Hill shall be And underneath the Lumber bury me A proper Grave for such who vainly try With waxen Wings to mount the Angry Skye Enter Gilford Gilf. O you Blest Powers What Prodigy is this Is this the day Are these my Eyes just Heaven What Seeds of Miracles has sown this Wonder My Queen beneath the Throne upon the Floor Lift up thy Head most Blest of Humane Race In Tears too O thou Brittain's Rising Sun Thus does thy Rival to the West return And leaves the World in blackest Shades to mourn Ia. O thou dear Man Thou soft thou pretious Ruine That comes to Tempt me to another fall When thou art absent frightful Visions haunt me England's sad Race of Monarchs some Depos'd Some Slain with Daggers sticking in their Bosoms And others Banisht glaring in their Shrouds All threatning me as Author of their Woes That Death I seek to rid me of the Pain But when thou com'st I wish to live again Gilf. Immortals is it possible Nor Crowns Nor Empire State nor Lust of Gawdy Power Can tempt thee from thy Adamantine Bounds But must like Stars be Foyls when Cynthia shines And like Day-Fires be buried in Eclipse Before this Heav'n of Virtue Sun of Brightness Ia. Dost thou not feel me tremble my frighted Soul By starts leaps from my Bosom to my Eyes Misjudging ev'ry Object that it sees And thinks they come from Heav'n to give me Doom Gilf. For what Ia. For Sin for Usurpation O Gilford clasp me save me in thy Arms Support my burthen'd Spirits sinking Head Weigh'd down with Crowns and loaded with Ambition Let 's fly my Love from this tempestuous State Descend betimes from this disturb'd high Mountain Guarded with Terrours and with Crowds Besieg'd E're Life gets on the Wing and Love forsakes His troubl'd Nest to build in Heav'ns safe Shades In Shepherds Clothes let thee and I repair To some lone Vale like Tempâ—'s Golden Bowers To Love away the Day and Charm the tedious Hours Gilf. 'T is but a Night my Soul my Happiness This Vision of a Crown has lasted me And thou hast made me weary of 't already Do all when they 've injoy'd this Golden Dream So soon Repent Ia. Usurpers like our selves Alone we shall be Plagu'd with Ghostly Storms Conjur'd by this our Guilt amidst our Guards Be most in fear at Meals we ne're shall eat Without a Weapon hanging by a Hair And pointed o're our Heads and every Night Our Dreams shall forge Revenging Thunderbolts Or else like Brutus in our closest Studies We shall have Murther'd Caesar ever in our eyes And when at last w' are frighted into Frenzy Depos'd of Crowns Ambition still will haunt us And wretched as we shall be think of Reigning And act the Tyrant still altho' it be Like mad Men in an Hospital O pity'd State Gilf. Ha! canst thou think thy Gilford such a Monster O give me way yet nearer to thy Soul Open thy Bosom and let in this Criminal The Shrine the Sanctuary for all my Fears Had I usurp'd the Universal Rule Hunted its Kings like Droves about the World Cast all their Crowns in one upon this Head And till it reach'd the Sky pil'd Throne on Throne For all my Crimes thy Virtues can Attone Where shall we turn to rest for here we walk On burning Scepters and on glowing Crowns Whilst threatning Clouds are Marching o'er our heads To pour like Spouts upon us Ia. Let us in some disguise escape this night And throw our selves at Royal Mary's Feet Then quit for ever this infected Throne No more deluded be by Glory's Charms We 'll find the World in one anothers Arms. Both rise Our Portion shall the boundless Empire be Of true Love Innocence and Liberty For here we are Shut like the Patriarch in the Ark alone View all the Waters and the World our own But yet alas Imprison'd in a Throne Going out meets Duke and Dutchess of Suffolk Suff. What now Is this like England's Majesty Again in sadness hunting doleful Corners Who have the vast luxurious Globe to rove in Without your Guards shut from your longing Subjects Who banish'd from your Chambers make such moan As Birds lament the absence of the Sun Dutch Ingrateful Daughter more Inhuman Gilford Wing'd with my Royal Right th' ast pitch'd upon The highest and most envy'd Throne in Europe And brought into Possession of those Charms With whose injoyment tho' inrich'd with Crowns Thou art not satisfy'd Shame of great Dudley's Blood Ia. O Mother Gilf. Best of Mothers Parent of my Love Dutch Did I for thee refuse my Claim of Empire And lest the dazling Crown should tempt my Mind Put out the darling light of my Ambition That thou should'st shine the brighter Ia. Father Dutch Unnatural Off-spring of my Blood O shut thy Ears against the Crocodil For a few cunning Tears by Gilford shed Which he but feign'd to save his Father's life She did not scruple then t' Usurp the Throne Which now her Conscience will not let her keep To save both ours O that thou wert again An Infant sucking at thy Nurses Breast And I forewarn'd thou would'st have prov'd so mean I wou'd have snatch'd thee sprawling from the Nipple And stamp'd thy Brains out thus against the Stones Ia. How wretched is my State I either must My Virtue lose or Duty to my Parents Yet witness all you Angels and my Mother Since either you or I must be a Queen That one of us must be the loath'd Usurper I 'm glad the Fate has light upon this Brow For I had rather bear the Guilt than you Dutch Do weep that I may scorn thee By Heav'n there 's not a Tear shed for so base A Cause but draws an angry Curse upon thee Ia. O cruel Mother Why threatens that belov'd harmonious Voice Like softest Strings that jar when out of Tune That Tongue was made for Blessings not for Curses If you will curse O curse us