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

a* THE ALBION QJTEENS.
And found nobleffing in the gaudy crowd;
But now I am beholden to my fate,
That after having plunder’d me of all.
Left me the gleaning of fo kind a few ;
* Friendlhip tomifery is reviving food.’
Daw. What will betide us now ?
Qu. M. Come near your midrefs,
Methinks yourQueen, and her poor humble train,
Look like a crew of fhipwreck’d paflengers,
Shuddering and wet, thrown on fome land by night,
Without a friend to chear, or fire to warm them.
Dav. Like them perhaps, we are call upon a fhore
Where no kind creature lives to pity us,
‘ But wolves, dread bafilifks, and gaping monfters.*
Alas! what meant thole fhouts of joy to mock us ?
Is this the. court of fam’d Elizabeth ?
‘ And this the throne where file was ferv’d with throngs i*
Is this our welcome ! ‘ where’s her glittering train ?
* Here are no crowds, no face of either fex,
4 But all abandon’d, like the place we came from.'
£>u. M. Sure it was all a dream, was it not Dowglas l
Thou little angel that preferv’ft my Queen,
Appear’d like Mercy, and unlock’d my prifon j
But I, ungrateful, 4 and my fortunes worle,'
Took thee young rofe, from thy own faithful garden.
And planted thee within a cold dead foil,
To nip thy youth, and with my forrovvs kill thee $
But fhortly i’ll releafe thee from my woes,
And leave thee to enjoy, when I’m dead,
What thou ne’er found’d in me ; Content.
Dow. Surely the Queen will fee you now y’are come,.
Elfe we do walk enchanted, and this place
Is not Whitehall, but Pawlet’s prifon dill.
M. Lend me your hands, for I am faint and weary,
My feet too tremble, and methinks the floor
Sinks under them ; and now it fares with me,
Like a poor mariner, that has been condemn’d
To a clofe bark, a long and tedious, voyage.
Who, coming to the fliore^ fcarce feels the ground.
And thinks the earth does like the flnp go round.
Dow. Here fit you down a while.
$u. M. What in her chair ?.
Then