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THE ALBION QUEBNS. 3%
I am grown ft ale, as vulgar to the fight,
As fun by day, or moon and ftars by night.
Oh, curfe of crowns! Oh, curfe of regal power !
* Learn you, that would fuch pageantry adore,
* Truft whining faints, the cunning harlot’s tears,
‘ And liften when the perjur’d lover fwears;
‘ Believe the fnake that woman did delude,
* But never, never truft the multitude. \Shout hcret-
‘ Ccc. Run, and proclaim the Queen’s commands to allr
* On penalty of death, they ceafe this (houting.
* £>u. El. No, let them ftun me, kill me; yet, vil©
traitors!
‘ Ye (hall have her ye long for, in my throne;
‘ Falfe Queen ! you (hall enjoy your fifter’s crown ;
‘ But it (hall be with flings of fcorpicns guarded j
‘ And a worfe plague to thee, than mine is now ;
‘ It (hall be in the Tower, there thou (halt fing
‘ Thy Siren’s fong, and let them (liout in anfwer : do i
‘ I’ll teach ye how to flatter and betray
‘ Run, feize the Queen, like lightning ftrait obey.
‘ [Offers to go out and comes again.
* Where wou’dft thou go l Where would thy fury drive
‘ What has my fifter, what has Mary done ? [thee i
‘ Muft Are be punch’d for my fubjedls* crimes ?
‘ Pe'rhaps (he’s innocent of all this joy,
* And bears the found with greater pain than I.
‘ Where (hall I wander? In what place have reft!
* The cottage floor with verdant ruflies ftrewn,
4 Is eafier than a wretched monarch’s throne. [Shout here?
Eav. The Queen is juft on entrance.
Vu. El. Does it pleafe ye ?
Behold (he comes, meet, and condu£l her in ;
Why (lay you here ? Each do his office ftrait,
Andfet her in my place; my crown prefent her,
And with your hollows echo all the rabble.
The deed is done, that Mary is your queen :
4 But think not to be fafe, for when I am dead,
4 Swift as on dragon’s wings from high I’ll fall,
4 And rain down royal vengeance on you all.’ [Exeunt.
Enter %ucen Mary, Dowglas, two Gentlemen, four Ladies.
S>u.M. Come, poor remainder of myloft eftate,
Once I was ferved in pomp, had many friends,
Ami
I am grown ft ale, as vulgar to the fight,
As fun by day, or moon and ftars by night.
Oh, curfe of crowns! Oh, curfe of regal power !
* Learn you, that would fuch pageantry adore,
* Truft whining faints, the cunning harlot’s tears,
‘ And liften when the perjur’d lover fwears;
‘ Believe the fnake that woman did delude,
* But never, never truft the multitude. \Shout hcret-
‘ Ccc. Run, and proclaim the Queen’s commands to allr
* On penalty of death, they ceafe this (houting.
* £>u. El. No, let them ftun me, kill me; yet, vil©
traitors!
‘ Ye (hall have her ye long for, in my throne;
‘ Falfe Queen ! you (hall enjoy your fifter’s crown ;
‘ But it (hall be with flings of fcorpicns guarded j
‘ And a worfe plague to thee, than mine is now ;
‘ It (hall be in the Tower, there thou (halt fing
‘ Thy Siren’s fong, and let them (liout in anfwer : do i
‘ I’ll teach ye how to flatter and betray
‘ Run, feize the Queen, like lightning ftrait obey.
‘ [Offers to go out and comes again.
* Where wou’dft thou go l Where would thy fury drive
‘ What has my fifter, what has Mary done ? [thee i
‘ Muft Are be punch’d for my fubjedls* crimes ?
‘ Pe'rhaps (he’s innocent of all this joy,
* And bears the found with greater pain than I.
‘ Where (hall I wander? In what place have reft!
* The cottage floor with verdant ruflies ftrewn,
4 Is eafier than a wretched monarch’s throne. [Shout here?
Eav. The Queen is juft on entrance.
Vu. El. Does it pleafe ye ?
Behold (he comes, meet, and condu£l her in ;
Why (lay you here ? Each do his office ftrait,
Andfet her in my place; my crown prefent her,
And with your hollows echo all the rabble.
The deed is done, that Mary is your queen :
4 But think not to be fafe, for when I am dead,
4 Swift as on dragon’s wings from high I’ll fall,
4 And rain down royal vengeance on you all.’ [Exeunt.
Enter %ucen Mary, Dowglas, two Gentlemen, four Ladies.
S>u.M. Come, poor remainder of myloft eftate,
Once I was ferved in pomp, had many friends,
Ami
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Antiquarian books of Scotland > Languages & literature > Albion queens, or, The death of Mary Queen of Scots > (29) |
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Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/119036180 |
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Description | Thousands of printed books from the Antiquarian Books of Scotland collection which dates from 1641 to the 1980s. The collection consists of 14,800 books which were published in Scotland or have a Scottish connection, e.g. through the author, printer or owner. Subjects covered include sport, education, diseases, adventure, occupations, Jacobites, politics and religion. Among the 29 languages represented are English, Gaelic, Italian, French, Russian and Swedish. |
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