And join'd with Essex in each foul attempt Yet honour and esteem I always bore you; A deadly foe, whilst hated Essex lives! Bur. I know it well-but can assign no cause. thoughts the Not. Pronounce it not! my soul abhors the sound Bur. Command, Madam; my power and will are yours. Not. Will Cecil's friendly ear vouchsafe to bend Whose pride and shame, resentment and despair, To tear, with ceaseless pangs, my tortur'd soul? And language lessens what my heart endures. Bur. Madam, your wrongs, I must confess, are great ; Yet still, I fear, you know not half his falsehood. For Ireland. Not. Oh! may quick destruction seize them! May furies blast, and hell destroy their peace! May all their nights -- Bur. I pray, have patience, madam ! Restrain a while your rage; curses are vain. But there's a surer method to destroy him; And, if you'll join with me, 'tis done-he falls. Not. Ha! say'st thou, Burleigh! Speak, my ge nius, speak! Be quick as vengeance' self to tell me how! Bur. You must have heard, the commons have im And we have proofs sufficient for his ruin. Here then, my Nottingham, begins thy task: Not. It shall be done; his doom is fix'd: he dies. And Rutland, in her turn, shall learn to weep. The time is precious; I'll about it strait. Come, vengeance, come! assist me now to breathe Thy venom'd spirit in the royal ear! [Exit. Bur. There spoke the very genius of the sex! A disappointed woman sets no bounds To her revenge.-Her temper's form'd to serve me. Ral. The Lord Southampton, with ungovern'd rage, Resents aloud his disappointed measures. I met him in the outward court; he seeks, Bur. Raleigh, 'tis well! Withdraw-attend the queen Leave me to deal with this o'erbearing man. Enter SOUTHAMPTON. [Exit RALEIGH. South. Where is the man, whom virtue calls her friend? I give you joy, my lord!--Your quenchless fury And view his struggles with malicious joy. Bur. What means my lord? South. O fraud"! shall valiant Essex Be made a sacrifice to your ambition! You dare not, sure, Thus bid defiance to each show of worth, Each claim of honour: dare not injure thus Bur. But why should stern reproach her angry brow Let fall on me? Am I alone the cause That gives this working humour strength? Do I Justice, untaught, shall poise th' impartial scales, South. The specious shield, which private malice bears, Is ever blazon'd with some public good; Bur. My country's welfare, and my queen's command, Have ever been my guiding stars through life, Appeal;-from these, no doubt, this lord's misconduct Hath widely stray'd; and reason, not reviling, South How ill had Providence Dispos'd the suffering world's oppress'd affairs, To crafty politicians' partial sway! Then power and pride would stretch th' enormous grasp, And call their arbitrary portion, justice: Ambition's arm, by av'rice urg'd, would pluck The core of honesty from virtue's heart, And plant deceit and rancour in its stead: Falsehood would trample then on truth and honour, And envy poison sweet benevolence. Oh, 'tis a goodly group of attributes, And well befits some statesman's righteous rule! The term of being is not worth the sin; Then put this cruel purpose from thee far, Bur. 'Tis well, my lord! your words no comment need; No doubt, they've well explain'd your honest meaning; "Tis clear and full.-To parts, like yours, Above thy blasting reach, shall safely flourish, Bur. Rail on, proud lord, and give thy choler vent: It wastes itself in vain; the queen shall judge [Exit. South. Confusion wait thy steps, thou cruel mon→ ster! My noble and illustrious friend betray'd His sinking trophies, and his falling fame, Lay all their envy open to her view, queen, Confront their malice, and preserve my friend. [Exit. |