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“A man of power and wealth, to be reclaim’d,
And both are to have audience strait Behold
Enter Norfolk. Your Grace is welcome from the queen of Scotland. How fares that sad and most illustrious pattern Of all misfortunes. “ Nor. Dost thou pity her “Oh, let me fly, and hold thee to my bosom, “Closer, and far more dear than ever bride
“Was held by hasty bridegroom in his arms! “ Cec. My lord, you make me blush. Nor. “Should the hyena thus bemoan, * And thus the neighbouring rocks but echo him, “My queen, I would devour the precious sound, “And thus embrace him from whose lips it came, “Tho' wide and gaping as the mouth of hell.” My lord, I came to seek you; I've a secret To unfold, which, while I keep it, weighs me down, And when 'tis out, I fear it will undo me. 81 Cec. Then hold it in your breast; let me not know What is not fit for you to speak, nor me to hear. Nor. Now, only now's the time ; the traitor, - Morton, The false, usurping regent, is return'd, With all the magazine of hell about him. The queen, my lovely Albion Queen's in danger; And if thou wilt not strait advise thy friend, Mary's undone, and Norfolk is no more. Cec. What is't, my lord Nor. First wear the looks of mildness, Such as forgiving fathers do to sons: Yet ’tis no treason, unless love be treason. - Cec. Out with’t, my lord. Nor. Wilt thou forgive my bold aspiring hopes If I confess I love the queen of Scotland Cec. Ha, love her “how “ Nor. How should she be beloved, “ But as mild saints do to their altars bow, “And human patriarchs kiss the copes of angels :
“ Cec. Love her for what '' 1 on Nor. Not for a crown, I swear. Oh, hadst thou seen her in that plight as I did, And hadst been Alexander, thou hadst kneel'd, Thrown all thy globes and sceptres at her feet, And given a crown for ev'ry tear she shed 1 Cec. I dare not hear you out. Nor. You must ; you shall; Nor let your ears be deaf alone, nice statesman “And see yon chrystal champion o'er our heads, “Throng’d with immortal warriors to her aid, “Whose voices, louder than the breath of thunder, “And swifter than the winds, proclaim” to “earth “Bright” Mary’s wrongs and my eternal love. Cec. My lord, you've said too much; I dare not hear you. Nor. Is pitying the distress'd, and loving her Whom none but envy hates, a crime Cec. You would not marry her Nor. Not marry her Yes, tho’ she stood on AEtna's sulphurous brink, 120 Tho' its dread mouth ran o'er with liquid fire, “And mounting flames higher than Phoebus shot,” I’d swim the burning lake to make her mine. Cec. For pity, recollect your banish’d reason; Consider what you've said; it must undo you : “The danger's greater far than I can feign.” Do you not know that's she's accus’d of treason That for the royal crown our mistress wears She yet stands candidate, against all force,
And hopes to snatch it from her rightful head?
Give us but these, we'll quit her all the rest;
Of royal Mary’s wrongs. [Going. Cec. My lord, my lord, come back; to save your life,
(For nought but death can follow such a rashness)
Queen Elizabeth, Morton, DAvison, women, gentlemen, guards, all discovered at the throne. Behold she appears; the Scottish regent too. Nor. Confusion seize him Cec. Besure, my lord, Whate'er you see, and hear, contain yourself. Qu. El. Alas, my lords 1 when will you cease conplaining?