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But when th' imperial Lion's flesh is gored, They pass not for thy frowns as late they did,
He rends and tears it with his wrathful paw, But seek to make a new elected King,
And highly scorning that the lowly earth Which fills my mind with strange despair-
Should drink his blood, mounts up into the ing thoughts ;
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Which thoughts are martyred with endless And so it fares with me, whose dauntless torments, mind

And in this torment comfort find I none, Th'ambitious Mortimer would seek to curb; But that I find the Crown upon my head, And that unnatural Queen, false Isabel, And therefore let me wear it yet awhile. Who thus hath pent and mewed me in a Trusty. My Lord ! the Parliament must prison.

have present news, For such outrageous passions cloy my soul, And therefore say—will you resign or no ? As with the wings of rancour and disdain Edw. I'll not resign--but whilst I live Full oft am I soaring up to high Heaven,

be King To plain me to the Gods against them both. O would I might! but Heaven and Earth But when I call to mind I am a King,

conspire Methinks I should revenge me of the wrongs To make me miserable : here, receive my That Mortimer and Isabel have done.

Crown ! But what are kings when regiment is gone? Receive it no, these innocent hands of mine But perfect shadows in a sunshine day. Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime ! My Nobles rule-I bear the name of King! He of you all that most desires my blood, I wear the Crown, but am contrould by And will be called the Murtherer of a King, them,

Take it. What are you moved ? pity you By Mortimer, and my unconstant Queen, Who spots my nuptial bed with infamy, Then send for unrelenting Mortimer, While I am lodged within this cave of care,

And Isabel, whose eyes being turned to steel, Where sorrow at my elbow still attends Will sooner sparkle fire than shed a tear. To company my heart with sad laments Yet stay--for rather than I will look on That bleeds within me for this shame and

them ! change.

-Here! here!--Now sweet God of Heaven! But tell me, must I now resign my Crown

Make me despise this transitory pomp, To make usurping Mortimer a King.

And sit for ever enthronized in Heaven ! Win. Your Grace mistakes ; it is for Come, Death! and with thy fingers close England's good

my eyes, And princely Edward's right we crave the Or, if I live, let me forget myself, Crown.

Enter Berkely. Edw. No ! 'țis for Mortimer, not Ed- Ber. My Lord ! ward's head;

Edw. Call me not-Lord ! But if proud Mortimer do wear this Crown, Away, out of my sight-ah! pardon me! Heavens turn it to a blaze of quenchless fire ! Grief makes me lunatic,” &c. Or like the snaky wreath of T'isiphon, Alas! poor Edward's fit of philosoEngirt the temples of his hateful head,

phy at the monastery was but of short So shall not England's vines be perished, duration ! He has thus gone through But Edward's name survive, tho’Edward dies, Lei. My Lord! why waste you thus the the agonies of abdication-but direr time away ?

agonies await him,-pains more inThey stay your answer ; will you yield the tense than can spring from the deCrown ?

struction of mere outward possessions, Edw. Here, take my Crown! the life of born in the soul, when pierced even Edward too !

unto its inmost core by the sting of its Two Kings in England cannot reign at once. own shrieking helplessness,--and not

-But stay awhile, let me be King till night, confined to the soul alone, but sent That I may gaze upon this glittering Crown; thrilling through the blood, and heapSo shall my eyes receive their last content,

ed and weighed down upon the flesh My head the latest honour due to it, And jointly both yield up their blessed right. in every possible form of hideousness, Continue ever, thou celestial sun!

--cold, hunger, thirst, and want of Let never silent night possess this clime ! sleep, endured in the darkness of foul Stand still ye watches of the element ! and imprisoned solitude. All times and seasons, rest you at a stay, In the midst of the miseries of the That Edward may be still fair England's King, Marlow has suddenly brought

forward the Queen and her Paramour, _But day's bright beam doth vanish fast in all the glory of their high-estate.

away, And needs I must resign my wicked Crown. The effect is electrical. The relenta -See, monsters, see! I'll wear my Crown less Mortimer dooms him to death, again!

but commands his creatures, Gurney What! fear you not the fury of your King ? and Matrevis, first to bear down his But, hapless Edward, thou art fondly led ! body and soul by famine, and nightly

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travel from place to place. The Queen Immortal Powers ! that know the painful approves of these savage orders, and with a callous hypocrisy, which seems

That wait upon my poor distressed soul ! almost beyond the capabilities of hu- Qlevel all your looks

upon these daring men,

That wrong their Liege and Sovereign, man wickedness,

England's King. • The She-Wolf of France with unrelent, OGaveston! it is for thee that I am wronged; ing fangs

For me both Thou and both the Spensers That tears the bowels of her mangled mate,”

died ! says to the messengers at parting : And for your sakes a thousand wrongs I'll

take. • Whether goes this letter, to my Lord the King ?

The Spenser's ghosts, wherever they remain, Commend me humbly to his Majesty,

Wish well to mine !-then tush ! for them And tell him that I labour all in vain,

I die." To ease his grief and work his liberty, An assassin is at last sent to murAnd bear him this, as witness of my love." der the King, who thus describes his

Meanwhile the King is in the hands qualifications with manifest satisfacof his tormentors.

tion: “ Enter Matrevis and Gurney, with the

Lightborn. You shall not need to give King.

instructions ; Mat. My Lord, be not pensive, we are

"Tis not the first time I have killed a man.

I learned in Naples how to poison flowers ; your friends ; Men are ordained to live in misery,

To strangle with a lawn thrust through the Therefore come,dalliancedangereth ourlives.

throat; Edward. Friends ! whither must unhap- To pierce the windpipe with a needle's point; py Edward go ?

Or, whilst one is asleep, to take a quill Will hateful Mortimer appoint no rest ?

And blow a little powder in his ears ; Must I be vexed like the nightly Bird,

Or open his mouth and pour quicksilver Whose sight is loathsome to all winged fowls? When will the fury of his mind assuage ?

But yet I have a braver than these. When will his heart be satisfied with blood ?

Mort. What's that ? If mine will serve, unbowel straight this

Light. Nay, none shall breast,

know my tricks. And give my heart to Isabel and him,

Mort. I care not how it is, so it be not It is the chiefest mark they level at. Gur. Not so, my Liege i the Queen hath Deliver this to Gurney and Matrevis ; given this charge,

At every ten-mile-end thou hast a horse; To keep your grace in safety.

Take this-away--and never see me more !" Your passions make your choler to increase. Gurney and Matrevis are conversing Edw. This usage makes my misery in about the King when the assassin ar

rives with his commission. But can my air of life continue long,

Mat. Gurney, I wonder the King dies When all my senses are annoyed with stench?

not, Within a dungeon England's King is kept, Being in a vault up to the knees in water, Where I am starved for want of sustenance. To which the channels of the castle run; My daily diet is heart-breaking sobs, From whence a damp continually ariseth That almost rend the closet of my heart; That were enough to poison any man, Thus lives old Edward, not relieved of any, Much more a king brought up so tenderly, And so must die, though pitied by many. Gur. And so do I, Matrevis ; yesternight O water! gentle Friends, to cool my thirst, I open'd but the door to throw him meat, And clear my body from foul excrements. And I was almost stifled with the savour. Mat. Here's channel-water, as our charge Mat. He hath a body able to endure is given.

More than we can inflict; and therefore now Sit down; for we'll be barbers to your Grace. Let us assail his mind another while.

Edw. Traitors, away! what, will you Gur. Send for him out thence and I'll Or choke your Sovereign with puddle water? Gur. No: but wash your face and shave the dreadful mode of its perpetration ;

The murder is now arranged, and your beard, Lest you be known, and so rescued.

and the assassin is admitted into the Mat. Why strive you thus ? your labour miserable dungeon of his vietim. is in vain.

Edw. Who's there? what light is that? Edw. The Wren may strive against the wherefore comest thou ? Lion's strength,

Light. To comfort you, and bring you But all in vain : so vainly do I strive

joyful news. To seek for mercy at a Tyrant's hand. Edw. Śmall comfort finds poor Edward (They wash him with puddle-water, and in thy looks. slave his beard away.

Villain! I know thou com'st to murder me.

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Light. To murder you ! my most gra- Now, as I speak, they fall; and yet with fear cious Lord !

Open again !-Oh! wherefore sitt'st thou Far is it from my heart to do you harm.

here? The Queen sent me to see how you were used, Light. If you mistrust me, I'll be gone, For she relents at this your misery; And what eyes can refrain from shedding Edw. No, no; for if thou mean'st to

tears To see a King in this most piteous state. Thou wilt return again ; and therefore stay. Edw. Weep'st thou already ? list awhile Light. He sleeps ! to me,

Edw. (In sleep.) O let me not die ! 0 And then thy heart, were it as Gurney's is, stay ! O stay awhile ! Or as Matrevis, hewn from the Caucasus, Light. How now, my Lord ? Yet will it melt ere I have done my tale. Edw. Something still buzzetu in mine This dungeon, where they keep me, is the ears! sink

And tells me, if I sleep, I never wake. Wherein the filth of all the Castle falls. This fear is that which makes me tremble Light. O villains !

thus, Edw. And there in mire and puddle have And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou I stood

come ? This ten days' space; and, lest that I should Light. To rid thee of thy life.” sleep,

He is then murdered in the midst One plays continually upon a drum.

of fearful cries; and the assassin, durThey give me bread and water-being a

ing savage exultation over his crime, King! So that, for want of sleep and sustenance,

is stabbed by Gurney, who rushes in, My mind's distemper'd, and my body's

and his carcass cast into the Castlenumbed ;

moat. And whether I have limbs or no, I know not. We do not fear to say that this Oh! would my blood drop out from every drama will stand a comparison even vein,

with Shakspeare's Richard II. There As doth this water from my tatter'd robes !

undoubtedly are some glorious emanaTell Isabel, the Queen, I look'd not thus,

tions and flashings of Shakspeare's When for her sake I ran at tilt in France,

soul in Richard that could burst from And there unhors'd the Duke of Cleremont. Light. O speak no more, my Lord! this

no other shrine ; but not even Shakbreaks my heart !

speare himself could have drawn a picLie on this bed and rest yourself awhile. ture of more pitiable suffering than Edw. These looks of thine can harbour what Marlow has given us in the connought but death!

cluding scenes of his Edward. He I see my tragedy written in thy brows.

has not painted the fallen Monarch Yet stay awhile ; forbear thy bloody hand, alone, but he has wearied, wasted, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then, when I shall lose my life,

and withered away the body and the My mind may be more stedfast on my God!

soul of the Man, by ceaseless, foul, Light. What means your Highness to

and agonizing penance. Having first mistrust me thus ?

reduced the king to the level of the Edw. What mean'st thou to dissemble man, he has then reduced the man to with me thus ?

the condition of the brute, and brought Light. These hands were never staind his victim through every imaginable

with innocent blood, Nor shall they now be tainted with a King's.

agony, down from the glory of the Edw. Forgive my thought, for having He seems. unable to satiate his own

throne to the filth of the dungeon. such a thought ! One jewel have I left, receive thou this !

spirit with dreams of hideous degradaStill fear I—and I know not what's the cause, tion; and the darkness, and damp

2 But every joint shakes as I give it thee. ness, and solitude of a cell, is not an Oh! if thou harbour’st murder in thy heart, imprisonment equal to his imaginaLet this gift change thy mind, and save thy tion of cruelty ; but he has thrust the soul !

sufferer into noisome stench and beKnow, that I am a King! oh! at that name griming mire, that he may lose the I feel a hell of grief ! where is my crown ?

very form of a human creature, and Gone ! gone ! and I remain ! Light. You're overwatch'd, my Lord !

become as it were incorporated with lie down and rest !

the foulness, and loathsomeness, and Edw. But that grief keeps me waking- putridity, of the rotten earth. And I should sleep ;

when this tormented skeleton is to For not these ten days have these eye-lids breathe no more, his miseries are terclosed !

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CIS EARL OF BOTHWELL UPON THE shrieks of madness.

PALACE OF HOLYROODHOUSE, IN Such a catastrophe is too pitiable; 1591. and accordingly Marlow has mitigated its severity by the noble conclusion of

MR EDITOR, the Drama. The young Edward, as The following is a contemporary acyet a beardless boy, seems on a sud

count of the desperate attempt of den inspired by a divine impulse to Francis Earl of Bothwell, upon the avenge his Father's murder; the guil- Palace of Holyroodhouse, in the year ty but remorseless Queen is led to 1591, for the purpose of seizing the prison, and Mortimer is beheaded ; person of James the Sixth ; being the and thus the soul turns from the me

contents of an Original Letter, indorslancholy remembrance of degradation ed in an old hand, “ Letter of News and misery to the august spectacle of about the Erl of Bothwell's Plot.” righteous retribution and princely vir- It is the fullest Narrative of the

H. M.

event hitherto published, and, inde

pendently of correcting its date, point* We cannot but consider it a flattering which are, perhaps, not susceptible of

edly alludes to some other particulars, distinction, that our account of the “ Tragical History of Dr Faustus” has attracted easy explanation.

J. R. the notice of the eloquent Critic on “ Man

Upon mononday, ye 3 of Januar, suld fred” in the Edinburgh Review ; and that

bein ane justing befoir the Quenis Grace in he has thought it incumbent on him to ex

The Chancellare* suld beiņ press his dissent from a supposed opinion of ours, that Lord Byron borrowed the plan extraordinare he banketting in ye Abbay.

the ane partie yairof, for this zuill hes bein and general character of his noble Poem Quhairof ye erll bothwell ande' his confrom that singular and extraordinary DraNone can estimate Lord Byron's ori plices being forsein dar not yam selvis in

leich. The day became foul, and swa yat purginality higher than we do ; and we think,

pose in the first beginning was disapointit. that if our readers will take the trouble

Ye nixt nicht at evin, he entret in ye Abbay of referring to our paper on “ Faustus," they will not agree with wie Edinburgh Re- and remanet in ye lang stabill quill neir

be ye duikis stables at fyve houris at evin, viewer, in supposing that we accused Byron of plagiarism from Marlow. stated, that there was a general resemblance sion, we did not allude to Marlow alone, in the subjects, and that, therefore, inde. bụt to the great body of the old English pendently of its great intrinsic merits, Mar. Dramatists. And though this opinion may how's Tragedy possessed an extraordinary by many be held erroncous, it will not, we present interest.

One passage of great force are sure, be thought absurd by those well and energy we quoted as equal, in our opi- acquainted with the transcendant excellence nion, to any thing of a similar strain in of those immortal Writers. We beg to ad. “ Manfred,”—a passage in which the vise our readers, that they cannot better miseries of hell are described as consisting prepare their minds for the study of the old in the torinented consciences of the wicked. English Drama, than by a careful perusal Though we supposed it not improbable that of an Essay in the Edinburgh Review on Lord Byron might have read this passage, “ Ford's Works,”-in which the spirit and we never insinuated that he had imitated, character of the great Writers of the Elizamuch less borrowed it; but we said that bethan Age are described with all the phi. there was in it much of a congenial power, losophical eloquence of a Schlegel, united and no small portion of that terrific gloom with that grace and vivacity peculiar to the in which his Lordship's poetry is so often ingenious Essayist. This, we believe, is majestically shrouded. That “ Faustus” the Essay which roused the blind and blun. is, as a composition, very inferior to Man- dering wrath of Coleridge, and which, after fred, we perfectly agree with the Reviewer; speaking with unqualified contempt of the for the wavering character of the German critical disquisitions in the Review, he ramagician will not bear comparison for a ther unluckily asserts, was borrowed from a moment with that of the Princely Wanderer letter of his to the Editor. It appears, of the Alps : and the mixed, rambling, however, that only two sentences in that fa headlong, and reckless manner of Marlow, mous letter had any reference to that subin that play, must not be put into conipe- ject; and they who know how little Mr tition with the sustained dignity of Byron. Coleridge can expand into 150 pages, will In the concluding sentences of our paper, imagine how much he was likely to compresa where we say that Lord Byron has been into half-a-dozen lines. urpassed both in variety and depth of pas- * Maitland.

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eight houris, leving without ye horse and fourtie men; within entret threscoir, of

ABDICATION OF QUEEN MARY, COMquhom ye principales ar, the erll himself, the Erl Murray, Schir William Keith, ane soune of lochlevinnes, William Stewart MR EDITOR, Constable, Maister Jhone Colvin, etc. “ The laird of Spott was this tym in the stowed upon every thing connected

The publicity which has been beKingis house, and immediatlie afoir yair with the History of Queen Mary, may kything, in the duikes chalmer, quha eftir yair cry crying a bothweill, Justice Justice,

serve as an apology for adducing the ran to'ye zett and tuik ye keyis fra bog following notice of what occurred at a portar, and tuik out his twa servantis cap

critical and interesting period of her tives but culd not get ye laird of Cumbadge life. quha was kepit in ane uther chalmer, all Sir Nicholas Throckmorton, English his leggis with ye buittis dong in crosche, ambassador to Scotland in the year swa it is thocht yat Spot hes not bein of 1567, intimates to Queen Elizabeth, long forsein heirof, bot throw the unworthie

in a letter dated at Edinburgh upon misusing his servantis hes latlie run headlonge yarto.

the 25th of July of that year, that, after • In the tym of ye crying the Chancellar certain conferences among the confebeing sowpit was gangand in ye end of ye derate Lords upon the 23d, the depogalrie befôir his hall, quhilk is devidit be sition of Mary, then a prisoner at Lochane perpan, and sudditlie ran up to the leven, had been finally resolved. * Chalmer with his servantis, casting doun in He, at the same time, informs her, ye narrow turnpek fayer beddis, and at un- that, knawin flaugueris with muskattis repowsit

“ The Lord Lindsay departed this Mornye persewaris, slew ane Scott, and schot ane uther in the buttokis with ane schott, it is ing. (the 24th) † from this Town, accomsaid yat Wauchop laird of Nathrie is schott with him three Instruments to be signed

panied with Robert Melvill. He carrieth throw ye bodie. In this tym, ze ken his chalmer is de. by the Queen. The one containing her con

sent to have her son crowned, and to relinvidit fra ye duikis chalmer be ane burden quish the Government of the Realm. The weran, the Chancellar earnestlie lukis throw other is a Commission of Regency of the to ye duik, craving yat he micht be receavit Realm, to be granted to the Earl of Murray in his chalmer, or yat ye duik wold cum in during the King's minority. The third is to him, quha refusit, answering it war bet

a like Commission, to be granted to certain ter for yaime baith to keip yaire awin lodg- of the Nobility and others, for the Governingis. With the samin cry, they of ye

ment of the Realm during the King's mikingis house ware warnit, quha tuik up the nority, in case the Earl of Murray will not King and the Quein in to ye tour, and caest to ye Yrn Zett. The persewaris seeing yai

accept the Regency alone." culd not haue entrie to ye Chancellar, pur- Register, we learn, that upon the 25th,

By an entry in the Privy Council posit to entir into ye king be ye quenis chalmer, and with hammers brak up hir Lord Lindsay returned to Edinburgh, durr to have ye king in yair power.

having accomplished the object of his • Thus they continew quhill neir ten mission. The Queen signed upon houris, and yareeftir begin to retyr be ye the 24th the three instruments mendurr yat leidit in to ye kirk, these quha tioned above; and these, though their were sett to keip ye laird burlie, and uther warrant be no longer preserved, proquha kennit nocht ye way, being eight in fessing to have been regularly sealed nomber war tain, and, upon Weddnesday, upon that day, are engrossed at full eftir preicbing, hangit, all simple servantis, matho colvin, ane sone of heckie Stewartis length in the acts of parliament of the in paislay, ane gentleman of the mersse, and year. utheris.

So stands the matter as narrated by “ The King with his domestiques tuik historians, founded upon public record inquisitione of thir eight yain depositione. and official correspondence. Quhile yai war at ye inquisitione, the lorde

I, not very long ago, happened to meet Montrose, and lorde Maxwelle cum down, with an original Notorial Protocoll of and war haldin at ye durr; quhilk was a James Nicholson, whether the same market, and reportet be him quha was present, and sawit this, and siclyk worket a Original Letter in the Cott. Liby. mislyking of the Nobiltie. Sua sone as thir “ Calig. C. I.” ap. Keith, Hist. p. 424. reportis war spred, The erliss of Anguse + He writes upon the 24th, though his quha wes in tentalloune, and Mortoune qua letter is dated upon the 25th. wes in lochlevin, cumis to ye toun, and * Keith, Hist. p. 434, where the minute court, and sic is the wisdome of the Chan- of Privy Council is inserted. The precise cellar, war receavit be ye king, with gud hour of the day when the Council met, or countenance.”

when Lindsay appeared, is not specified.

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