Oh! had I once divin'd, falfe as thou art,
A Danger to thy Life, I would have dy'd,
I would have met it for thee, and made bare
My ready faithful Breaft to fave thee from it.

L. Haft. Now mark! and tremble at Heaven's Just Award, While thy infatiate Wrath and fell Revenge,

Purfu'd the Innocence which never wrong'd thee,
Behold! the Mifchief falls on thee and me;

Remorfe and Heavinefs of Heart shall wait thee,
And everlasting Anguish be thy Potion :

For me, the Snares of Death are wound about me,
And now, in one poor Moment, I am gone.
Oh! if thou haft one tender Thought remaining,
Fly to thy Closet, fall upon thy Knee,

And recommend my parting Soul to Mercy.
Alic. Oh! yet before I go for ever from thee,
Turn thee in Gentlenefs and Pity to me,
And in Compaffion of my strong Affliction,
Say, is it poffible you can forgive

The fatal Rashness of ungovern'd Love?

For oh! 'tis certain, if I had not loved thee

Beyond my Peace, my Reafon, Fame and Life,
Defir'd to Death, and doated to Distraction,

[Kneeling.

This Day of Horror never should have known us.

L. Haft. Oh! Rise, and let me hush the stormy Sorrows.

Affwage thy Tears for I will chide no more,

No more upbraid thee, thou unhappy Fair One,
I fee the Hand of Heav'n is arm'd against me,
And, in mysterious Providence, decrees,

To punish me by the mistaking Hand.

[Raising her,

Most

Moft Righteous Doom! for, oh! while I behold thee,
Thy Wrongs rife up in terrible Array,

And charge thy Ruin on me, thy fair Fame,
Thy fpotlefs Beauty, Innocence, and Youth,
Difhonour'd, blasted and betray'd by me.

Alic. And does thy Heart relent for my Undoing?
Oh! that inhuman Glofter cou'd be mov'd

But half fo eafily as I can pardon..

L. Haft. Here then exchange we mutually Forgiveness. So may the Guilt of all my broken Vows,

My Perjuries to thee be all forgotten,

As here my Soul acquits thee of my Death,
As here I part without one angry Thought,
As here I leave thee with the fofteft Tenderness,
Mourning the Chance of our difaftrous Loves,
And begging Heav'n to blefs and to support thee.
Rat. My Lord, dispatch; the Duke has fent to chide me
For loitering in my Duty. -

L. Haft. I obey.

Alit. Infatiate, Savage, Monster! Is a Moment

So tedious to thy Malice? Oh! repay him,"

Thou great Avenger, give him Blood for Blood:

Guilt haunt him! Fiends purfue him! Lightnings blast him! Some horrid, curfed kind of Death o'ertake him,

Sudden, and in the Fulnefs of his Sins!

That he may know, how terrible it is,

To want that Moment he denies thee now.

L. Haft. 'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bofom, Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage,

Thou beat'ft thy felf to Death. Retire, I beg thee;

"To fee thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds me,
Thy Agonics are added to my own,

And make the Burden more than I can bear.
Farewel---Good Angels vifit thy Afflictions,

And bring thee Peace and Comfort from above.
Alic. Oh! ftab me to the Heart, fome pitying Hand,
Now ftrike me dead--

L. Haft. One Thing I had forgot---

I charge thee, by our prefent common Miferies,
By our past Loves, if yet they have a Name,

By all thy Hopes of Peace here and hereafter,

Let not the Rancour of thy Hate purfue

The Innocence of thy unhappy Friend;

Thou know't who 'tis I mean; Oh! fhould'A thou wrong her,

Juft Heav'n fhall double all thy Woes upon thee,

And make 'em know no End----Remember this

As the laft Warning of a dying Man :

Fatewel for ever.

[The Guards carry Haftings off.

Alic. For ever! Oh! For ever!

Oh! who can bear to be a Wretch, for ever!

My Rival too! His laft Thoughts hung on her,
And, as he parted, left a Bleffing for her:

Shall he be bleft, and I be curft, for ever!

No Since her fatal Beauty was the Cause

:

Of all my Sufferings, let her fhare my Pains

I et her, like me, of ev'ry Joy forlorn,

Devote the Hour when fuch a Wretch was born:
Like me, to Defarts and to Darknefs run,
Abhor the Day, and curfe the golden Sun ;

Caft

Caft ev'ry Good, and ev'ry Hope behind :
Deteft the Works of Nature, loath Mankind;
Like
me, with Cries diftracted fill the Air;
Tear her poor Bofom, rend her frantick Hair,
And prove the Torments of the last Despair.

The End of the Fourth Alt.

[Exit

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ACT V. SCENE I.

Scene The Street.

Enter Bellmour and Dumont or Shore.

YOU faw her then?

γο Bell. I met her, as returning

In folemn Penance from the publick Cröfs.
Defore her, certain Rafcal Officers.

Slaves in Authority, the Knaves of Justice,
Proclaim'd the Tyrant Gloffer's cruel Orders.
On either fide her march'd an ill-look'd Priest,
Who with fevere, with horrid haggard Eyes,
Did ever and anon by Turns upbraid her
And thunder in her trembling Ear Damnation.
Arcund her, numberlefs the Rabble flow'd,
Shouldring each other, crowding for a View,
Gaping and Gazing, Taunting and Reviling;
Some pitying, but thofe, alas! how few!
The most, fuch Iron Hearts we are, and such
The bafe Barbarity of Human Kind,

Wish Infolence and lewd Reproach purfu'd her,
Hooting and Railing, and with Villainous Hands
Gathering the Filth from out the common Ways,
To hurl upon her Head.

5. Inhuman Dogs

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