Skip to main content

‹‹‹ prev (323) Page 39Page 39

(325) next ››› Page 41Page 41

(52) Page 40 -
40 MARY Q.UEEN of SCOTS,
NORFOLK.
No, whik there*s life in this poor frame, and
while
MAR Y.
Enough, my Norfolk ! 1 am the debtor now :
Your noble refolution doth reilore
The genial current of my frozen blood ;
The blood of many hundred Kings doth rife
To chace defpondency, and fwell my foul
With thoughts of nobler deeds, and times to come.
Mary fhall once more triumph in her turn.
NORFOLK.
Then farewel, beautiful and injur'd faint !
Good angels hover round this dark abode.
And guard you till the cries of honour's voice
Shake thefe old battlements, and rend this roof;
Burft wide thefe bars, and once more charm the
world
With radiant light of matchlefs beauty's beams.
Adieu, my love !
MARY.
Remember me — Farewel !
ACT

Images and transcriptions on this page, including medium image downloads, may be used under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence unless otherwise stated. Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence