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26 MARY Q^UEEK of SCOTS,
Exulting in her chr.nipion's vi6tory :
Our eyes are now to other ufes doom'd ;
To read and weep by turns — Alas, my dear !
Your pretty eyes are far too young and bright
To wafte their luflre on thefe lights of woe.
LADY DOUGLAS.
Lofe not a thought en me ! while I behold
My royal Millrefs' face, my heart's at reft :
Not all the gayities and bravery
Which once you fay thefe walls were witnefs to.
Have charms for me ; 'tis all I alk, to fit
Long, wintry, fleeplefs nights, and chear awhile
The heavy hours that hang around your head. —
MARY.
Fleavens ! how- have I deferv'd fuch kindnefs ? No '
This muft not be ; you mufl depart, my girl ;
Fly quickly, inun this feat of wrctchednefs ;
For elfe, who knows but you may be involv'd
In that fad fate which hourly threatens me ?
Oh ! 'tis a forry fight to fee thee fit
At meals with mc, who never can enfure
One morfel at our fcanty board, from fear
Of deadly poifon : fly ere 'tis too late ;
The prelude of imprifonment is Ihort ;
Soon, very foon, we muft exped: to hear
Th' affaffins wary ftep, fix'd on his point.
Yet trembling- ftill with horror and remorfe,
And faukering in the deed Ah! who comes
hciC ?
Enter Shrewfburj.
SHREWSBURY.
Madam ! it grieves m.e that my preferice here
Shou'd give you fucii alarm ; I honed, that if
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