Languages & literature > Albion queens, or, The death of Mary Queen of Scots

THE ALBION QUEENS. j
Enter Norfolk.
Your Grace is welcome from the Queen of Scotland,
How fares that fad, and-moft illuftrious pattern
Of all misfortunes ?
Nor. ‘ Dolt thou pity her?
‘ Ohr let me fly, and hold thee to my bofom,
* Clofer, and far mo-re dear than ever bride
4 Was held by hafty bridegroom in his arms !
4 Cec. My Lord, you make me blulh.
4 Nor. Should the hyena thus bemoan,
4 And thus the neighbouring rocks but echo him,
4 My queen, I would devour the. precious found,
4 And thus embrace him from whofe lips it came,
4 Tho’ wide arid gaping as the mouth of hell.’
My Lord, I came to feck you; I’ve a fecret
T’ unfold, which, while I keep it, weighs me down,
And when his out, I fear it will undo me.
Cec. Then hold it in your bread; let me not know
What is not fit for you to fpeak, nor me to hear.
Nor. Now, only now’s the time; the traitor, Mortona
Thefalfe, ufurping 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 flraight adviie thy friend,
Mary’s undone, and Norfolk is no more.
Cec. What is’t, my Lord ?
Nor. Firft wear the looks of mildnefs,
Such as forgiving fathers do to fons:
Yet ’tis no treafon, unlefs love be treafon.
Cec. Out with’t, my Lord.
Nor. Wilt thou for gin) e my bold aj’piring hopes ^
If Iconfefs I love the Queen of Scotland ?
Cec. Ha, love her ! ‘ how ?
4 Nor. How (hould Ihe be beloved,
4 But as mild faints do to their altars bow,
4 And human patriarchs kil's the copes of angels }
‘ Ccc. Love lier! for what rr
Nor. Not for a crown, I fwear.
Oh, hadft thpu feen her in that plight as I did.
And hadft been Alexander, thou hadft kneel’d,
Thrown ail thy globes and fceptres at her leet,
And given a crown for every tear ftie Ihed 1
Ccc. I dare not hear j qu out.