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

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THE ALBION QUEENS.
Then ftie indeed may fay I am ambitious;
Ambitious of her crown, which I am not;
[S.'tj on a fool.
Now you upon the floor encompafs me.
So, this is as it (hould be, is it not ?
Thus have we oft beguil’d the time atFotherlngay—»
Lend me a glafs, and pr’ythee tell me truly,
How do I look.
Daw. Tofeeyourfelf, is flrait to banilh woe,
And make you happy for that day : I am fure
It does your fervants when they look on you;
You are fo good, fo perledf, and fo fair,
Beauty and I'orrovv, never was fo near
In any but in you.
Alas! thou flatter’ll me. [ Reaching the glafs,
Dow. In all the fatal time of your confinement,
You rarely faw yourfelf; or, if you did,
’Twas through fuch difmal clouds of ‘ garb and’ forrow,
You fcarcely knew that vifage fo adorn’d ;
‘ But now ’tis hard to tell which drives the mod,
‘ Your drefs or beauty to adorn each other.—
‘ Behold elfe.
‘ £>u. M. Giveitme—ha! d’ye mock me!
‘ Who looked in the glafs l
* Dav. Madam.’
£>u. M., Alas ! thefe cannot be thy millrefs’ eyes,
Mine were dim lamps, that long ago expir’d,
And quitediffolv’d and quench’d themfdves in tears:
‘ Thefe cheeks are none of mine, the roles look not
‘ Like tempeft-beaten lilies as mine fliould ;
‘ This forehead is not graven with the darts
‘ Of eighteen years of fliarpt ft miferies;
‘ Nor are thefe lips like furrow’s blubber’d twins,
‘ Nc’erfmiling, ever mourning, and complaining ’
FaLfe glafs! 4 that flatters, and undoes the fond :’
[ Throws away the glafs.
Faife beauty! * may that wretch that has thee, curfe thee,
‘ And hold thee ftill deteftable as mine.
Why tarrteft thou to give me yet more woe :
‘ The earth will mourn in furrows at the plough,
* Birds, trees, and fields, when the warm fummer’s gone,
* Put their word looks, and fable colours on;
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