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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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and take it Be suddain for there 's now no going back Like Caesar you have past the Rubicon Therefore resolve like him and take the Crown Dutch Say not th' art Conscious now of shedding Blood All we must perish if thou cease to guard us Already y' are proclaim'd through all the Kingdom And by a Claim lesser than Mary's think you Was not my Mother Harry's only Sister And every drop of Blood of thine as Royal As the best vein from whence her Title streams North. Ha! mute Gilford where is thy boasted Power Where 's now thy Empire o'er her bending Mind Thy soft thy obey'd thy quick Commands to win her Thou speechless too then we are all betray'd 'T is so Madam w' are sold basely and Cowardly Whilst Correspondence with the Candidate Is held in hopes that when my Life and all My wretched Sons are forfeited to Death They shall be Heirs and so of you my Lord Is it not so Gilf. O Iane Ia. Give me thy hand let 's fall thus low together O Father Mother far more priz'd than Life And Parent of my Lord as near my Heart By the Divine above and Just on Earth By this dear Pledge that you have given these Arms To bind me to your Love thus fast for ever Your Safety is the only Charm that binds me And Life the Sentence that Condemns me Guilty Dutch What 's to be done the Storm comes on apace And Mary like a Torrent from a Hill Will quickly drive us hence or pour upon us Suff. There 's now no hopes in any thing but Flight Let us secure our selves Dutch Inglorious Wretch Shame of thy Mother's Blood Suff. Say what do you intend to do my Lord North. Stay here like Titan and devour my Race To tear him her thee and then my hated self Yet I 'll be gone but whither that 's no matter Behold me O! thou that wert once my Son But now a Stranger to my Bowels Iove hurl'd Not Saturn from so proud a heighth as thou hast me I who this Moment in my hand had Crowns And Kingdoms with my Breath to give away Now am not worth this Spot this Earth I tread on Gilf. O cruel Iane O most Inhumane Virtue North. Yet I will live and feed this Breast with Curses There is this Comfort too I may run mad At worst but beg and starve out Life as lately A Noble Duke of the Lancastrian Line That us'd in Burgundy by Horsemens sides To run and crave an Alms and so farewel Gilf. My Father Lord you must not shall not stir Take not your self take not your Blessing from us Lo at your Feet the worst Delinquent falls Spurn this Hard-hearted and Rebellious Son Spurn me to Atoms hence you shall not go For thus I 'll hold 'em chain 'em with my Hands Wash 'em with Tears and glew 'em to my Lips Take me along your Son shall be your Shield I 'll plant my self like Marble round your Heart Save you from Want and guard you from your Foes North. Loose me Fond Nature will not let me hurt thee The Father 's in my Heart and Mother's in my Eyes Wilt thou not let me go to save my Life But see thy Father like a Traitor seiz'd Drawn on a Sledge and mounted on a Gibbet Then by the common Executioner Of Rogues and Thieves these Bowels to be ripp'd And this great Heart yet panting in his hand Thrown in the Flames and burnt before thy Face Gilf Now by the Heavenly Pity in her Soul She 'll not indure it See she 'll take the Crown And mount the Precipice of yonder Throne Were it as high or Mortal to ascend As Atlas Teneriff or burning AEtna I know my Iane wou'd Travel to the top At my Request one of these Tears shou'd force her Turn best of Fathers turn behold she will I see it in her Soul her Lips are pregnant Now now they open Heav'nly Angel say Let thy Tongue speak the Language of thy Eyes And save my Father's Life Ia. Heav'n knows my Gilford How dear's thy Love How Eloquent thy Tears And more how near thy Father's Danger wracks me Yet this I must not yield to All is none To Vultures here and Daggers in a Throne Gilf. Ha! Then I 'll search amongst the Stars or dive To th' bottom where this Merciless Virtue grows Farewel O most Belov'd And yet most Cruel Farewel to those false Dreams of Crowns by Day And Heav'n by Night Farewel to Love for ever Perhaps when I am Dead she 'll take the Crown Then of necessity this way 's the best To save a Father's Life and be at rest Offers to fall on his Sword Ia. Hold hold my Love Give me this fatal Weapon Where is this Throne Where is this Golden Wreath This Magick Circle to Inchant my Brow Load me with Crowns were it the Tripple Crown To save your Lives you shall then put it on North. Immortal Crowns reward your Soul for this Gilf. Shout shout aloud till Angels catch the sound And Joy in Heav'n that she on Earth is Crown'd Shouts Scene draws and discovers the Throne and Regalias Re-enter Lords Ia. Is this the fatal Glory of Mankind The dazling Object that so fires his Mind Curst as in Mines thou art dug up with pain With Labour got and Sorrow lost again Methinks when I ascend you dreadful height Putting on the Crown I am like one who when a Storm 's in sight Climbs up some dangerous Cliff that hits the Skies To view the Labouring Barks with weeping Eyes How they against the raging Billows strive And wonders that the little Wretches live But still forgets what slippery place he 's on How safe they are how near he is to drown Exeunt Omnes ACT III. SCENE I. SCENE the Tower Gardner solus Gard. YOung Edward dead the Crown Intail'd on Iane All looks like dreadful Truth for late last night Suffolk's proud Dutchess and her Pageant Daughter Enter'd these Walls with a profuse Retinue Omnipotence what mean'st thou fatal Caesar Curst be the Winds that drove thee on our Shore A Storm brought thee to us and ever since The Storms of War has lodg'd within our Bowels And curst be the Foundation of these Walls When thou didst build this Castle to maintain Thy ill got Empire 't was first rear'd in Blood And since with Blood of Princes often stain'd A Cittadel for this Rebellious City The Scene of Murders Slaughter-House of Kings And Court of Hellish Plots Ha! yonder comes Northumberland like a Prodigious Meteor That threatens Desolation where it hovers Dudley the Great and Monarch of his Prince Enter Northumberland with Attendance seeing Gardner offers to pass over the Stage My Lord. North. What says my Lord of Winchester Y' are breathing in the freshness of the Morning Gard. The King 's poor Prisoners Sir are glad to take The Benefit of any little Air. I 've borrow'd of my Chains this precious Freedom To learn what News and if the King be
from your Presence Curse us beyond the Sun 's forsaken Bed Where we 'll be banish'd curse us when w' are dead Gilf. With Heav'n consent that we may streight lay down This Atlas Load this weight of Royalty This living Grave of Mountains o'er our heads And fly to Mary Heav'ns Annointed Queen To purge this Guilt and save my Father's Blood For here are all th' Almighty's Plagues at once Dutch Dull Monster Idiot Thousand Fools in one Gilf. We lie on Pillows stuff'd with Adders stings And never eat without the dread of Poysons Nor wear the Crown for fear in putting off Like Centaurs Blood it tear the Flesh away No Peace by Day nor Sleep at Night we find For Usurpation ever in our mind No place to rest for when we wou'd lie down A Guard of Ghosts with Spears surround the Throne O set us streight from this Inchantment free For they in Hell are more at ease than we Dutch What Guilt what Centaurs Blood should fright a Queen Give me the Crown behold it on your Mother It sits on me more light than if it were Puts on the Crown A Garland of soft Roses on my Head I feel no Poyson in 't nor Magick Charm Unless it be its Gems that shine to me Bright as the Eyes of wanton Goddesses Or Heav'ns blew Frame with Studs of Stars adorn'd And I dare sit me down in Edward's Chair Sits down Without the dread of Royal Ghosts to fright me I feel no Adders stings bus 'tis as soft To me as those that lean on Virgins Bosoms Shou'd Harry's Corps and Richmond's Shade with all The Tudors Grim Plantagenets surround me Burst from their Marble Tombs and gaping Urns With Scutcheons Murrions Gantlets Corslets arm'd â—hat make the Living fear'd and Dead more aweful â—ho ' Hell too joyn and both conspire my fall I 'd keep this Place and Reign in spight of all Enter Pembrook Gardner with the Great Seal as Chancellor with the rest of the Lords Guards Suff. Ha! Dutch Gardner with the Seal the Riddle Pembrook Ia. What mean you by this Ceremonious silence Bring you more guilty Crowns to load me with More Serpents in a Wreath to plague this Brow Till 't is a Gorgon's or Medusa's head To fright my Parents with their Monstrous Birth Why is this Prologue of your down-cast looks Pemb. O Star O Brightness Setting Sun of Virtue Ia. What can this mean but some new horrid Guilt What Massacre have I commanded say What Murders has this Cruel Hand proscrib'd Pronounce the Fact and then the dismal Sentence These dreadful Signs are worse than any Death Suff. Say Pembrook Dutch Speak my Lord. Pemb. Illustrious Princess Star of Heav'nly Virtue O Woman born to be the Miracle Of Fate as well as wonder of thy Sex What can this Posture mean this silent moan But signifie you must descend the Throne Gilf. Ha! Ia. Say 't again Pemb. You are no longer Queen Ia. Yet yet once more Dutch Treacherous Impostor Traytor Pembrook Suff. My Lords Pemb. And yet to us the satisfaction Is not more great to plant it where 't is due Than are our Griefs to take the Crown from you Suff. O Iane we have undone thee Ia. O proceed Pemb. The Council in Remorse not hate to you At Baynard's Castle first did vote you down With whom vast numbers of the City joyn'd And all Proclaim'd King Harry's Daughter Queen Ia. Am I no longer Queen say you O joy Is this the News your dreadful Aspects threaten'd Now pitying Heav'n has heard my Prayers at last O Parents Husband You my Lords rejoyce And let these Tidings kindle in your Faces Infectious Joy for mine is full of Raptures Shout all you Host of Angels shout Mankind My loaded Temples I 'll with Pomp unbind O Parents Husband Kindred Friends what mean The Current of these Tears and heavier Looks Suff. O Child most blest that ever Parent got Thy Virtue makes my Blood in ev'ry Vein Which ought to prove a Mirror to my Daughter Blush to behold the Crystal Stream of thine To run so pure from such a muddy Fountain Why dost not joyn with Heaven to curse this most Inhumane Father and this Panther Mother Ia. Grieve you to see me lighten'd of a Crown You shou'd have wept when I first put it on Now my head 's eas'd my Conscience freed from pain I tread on Air and I 'm my self again Pemb. Can you this turn of Fate so bravely bear Ia. I can and put it off as a Disease As I would take a Garland of May Flowers And throw it from me when the scent is gone Pemb. And can you too forgive this Revolution To Gilf. Gilf. Forgive you yes you have so nobly done Angels shall envy you the glorious deed Ia. Forgive you Gilford let us kneel and bless ' em O happy Mary blest in such a Council And Pembrook none so brave you all shall shine Chief Council to th' immortal Throne for this All Earth rejoyce and ev'ry living thing Of Iane's deposing joyful Tunes shall sing O Sir O happy Womb that gave me Birth Weep Weep no more unless your Eyes send forth Tears of Rich Joy more kind than Summer's Rain Or welcome drops upon the scorching Plain Lift up your Thanks with us the Heav'ns adore That Happy Gilford is a King no more Gilf. Shout all for Gladness 't were less Sin to Mourn When Joy came to the World when she was Born Sing that this Cursed Charm's unloos'd again That I am free and Iane's no longer Queen Away my Love the Beams from yonder Throne Are hot and parching as the burning Zone Ia. My Lords farewel divided here from State Gilford and I will make our glad Retreat Quit this high ground nor dread the Brambly Soyl But make it Pleasant with our Mutual Toyl And tho' you see us Poor and Naked driven Like our first Parents from the Groves of Heaven Say not alas but Act your Queen's Command Guarding as Angels the forbidden Land And let your Loyalties for ever be Like Edens Bounds to part the Throne and Me. Exeunt severally ACT IV. SCENE I. Pembroke solus WEep Heav'ns fall Hail and Torrents from the Skye And when y 'ave drein'd the Briney Ocean dry Weep on and pour the Watery Globe and Night On the World's back and quench this Orb of Light Or for a dire presage of this black Day Throw all your Thunder sportive Balls away Till with one horrid Universal crack The frighted Earth and Frame of Nature shake As from wild Chaos with one stroak 't was born So back to nothing let the Mass return Enter Dutchess of Suffolk O Dutchess O thou Curst and Wretched Mother Of all the Virtues of thy Sex in one Dutch What is 't you say my Lord Pemb. O never Weep For shou'dst thou drown the World in Penitence Kneel till your Joints had bor'd into the Marble And worn the Altar Steps away and pray'd Till Heaven's Bright Book of Mercy wanted Leafs Thy number of