. The London stage : a collection of the most reputed tragedies, comedies, operas, melo-dramas, farces and interludes ; accurately printed from acting copies, as performed at the Theatres Royal, and carefully collated and revised. me hard with her cold hand. Jane S. Was this blow wanting to complete myOh ! let me go, ye ministers of terror. [ruin ? He shall offend no more, for I will yield obedience to your cruel a little, but a little take my last breath with you. Shore. Oh, my love !Why dost thou fix thy dying eyes upon such an earnest, such a piteous
. The London stage : a collection of the most reputed tragedies, comedies, operas, melo-dramas, farces and interludes ; accurately printed from acting copies, as performed at the Theatres Royal, and carefully collated and revised. me hard with her cold hand. Jane S. Was this blow wanting to complete myOh ! let me go, ye ministers of terror. [ruin ? He shall offend no more, for I will yield obedience to your cruel a little, but a little take my last breath with you. Shore. Oh, my love !Why dost thou fix thy dying eyes upon such an earnest, such a piteous if thy heart were full of some sad meaningThou couldst not speak ?-^- Jane S. Forgive me !—but forgive me! Shore. Be witness for me, ye celestial mercy and such pardon as my soulAccords to ihee, and begs of heavn to show thee ;May such befal me at my latest make my portion blest or curst for S. Then all is well, and I shall sleep inpeace;—Tis very dark, and I have lost jou now :— [you?Was there not something I would have bequeathdBut I have nothing left me to bestow,Nothing but one sad sigh. Oh ! mercy, heavn! {Dies.) LADY JANE GREY; A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.—BY NICHOLAS ROWE. ¥. DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLANDDUKE OF SUFFOLKBISHOP GARDINEREARL OF PEMBROKE CHARACTERS. EARL OF SUSSEX LORD GUILFORD DUDLEY SIR JOHN GATESLIEUTENANT OF THE TOWER Acl v.—Scene 2, LORDS OF THE COUNCILATTENDANTSDUCHESS OF SUFFOLKLADY JANE GREY ACT I. Scene I.—The Court. Enter Duke of Northumberland, Duke ofSuffolk, and Sir John Gates. Nor. Tis all in vain; heavn has requird he must die. Suff. Is there an honest heart,That loves oar England, does not mourn for Edward ?The genius of onr isle is shook with sorrow,Religion melts in evry holy eye. Nor. Ay, there, ray lord, you toach our heaviestloss;With him our holy faith is doomd to suffer;With him our church shall veil her sacred , ignorance, and rapine, shall return ;Blind bjoodj zeal and
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