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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 faithtul Breast to save thee from it.
L. Has. Now mark! and tremble at Heaven's Just Award,
While thy insatiate Wrath and fell Revenge,
Pursu'd the Innocence which never wrong'd thee,
Behold! the Mischief falls on thee and me;
Remorse and Heaviness of Heart shall wait thee,
And everlasting Anguih 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 hast one tender Thought remaining,
Fly to thy Closet, fall upon thy Knee,
And recommend my parting Soul to Mercy.
Alic. Oh! yet
before I for ever from thee,
Turn thee in Gentleness and Pity to me,
And in Compassion of my strong Affliction,
Say, is it possible you can forgive
The fatal Ralhness of ungovern'd Love?
For oh! 'tis certain, if I had not loved thee
Beyond my Peace, my Reason, Fame and Life,
Delir'd to Death, and doated to Distraction,
This Day of Horror never should have known us.
L. Haft. Oh! Rise, and let me hulh the stormy Sorrows.
Afswage thy Tears for I will chide no more,
No more upbraid thee, thou unhappy Fair One,
I see the Hand of Heav'n is arm'd against me,
And, in mysterious Providence, decrees,
To punish me by the mistaking Hand.
Most Righteous Doom! for, oh! while I behold thee,
Thy Wrongs rise up in terrible Array,
And charge thy Ruin on me; thy fair Fame,
Thy spotless Beauty, Innocence, and Youth,
Dishonour’d, blased and betray'd by me.
Alic. And does thy Heart relent for my Undoing?
Oh! that inhuman Gloster cou'd be mov'd
But half fo easily as I can pardon..
L. Haft. Here then exchange we mutually Forgiveness
So may the Guilt of all iny broken Vows,
My Perjuries to thee be all forgotten,
As here my Soul acquits thee of my Deathi,
As here I part without one angry Thought,
As here I leave thee with the foitest Tenderness,
Mourning the Chance of our disastrous Loves,
And begging Heav'n to bless and to support thée.
Rat. My Lord, dispatch; the Duke has sent to chive me
For loitering in my Duty.“
L. Haft. I obey. Alit, Insatiare, Savage, Monster! Is a Monient So tedious to thy Malice ? Oh! repay him, Thou great Avenger, give him Blood for Blood: Guilt hauns hinı ! Fiends pursue him! Lightnings blast him ! Some horrid, cursed kind of Death o'ertake him, Sudden, and in the Fulnets of his Sins! That he may know, how terrible it is, To want that Moment he denies thee now.
L. Hut 'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bofom, Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage, Thou beat'st thy self to Death. Retire, I beg thee's
"To fee thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds me,
Thy Agonies are added to my own,
And make the Burden more than'I can bear.
Farewel..Good Angels visit thy Afflictions,
And bring thee Peace and Comfort from above.
Alic. O i ! Atab me to the Heart, fome pitying Hand,
Now strike me dead-
L. Haft. "One Thing I had forgot---
I charge thee, by our present common Miseries,
By our past Loves, if yet they have a Name,
By all thy Hopes of Peace here and hereafter,
Lec not the Rancour of thy Hate pursue
"The Innocence of thy unhappy Friend ;
Thou know it who 'tis I mean ; Oh! should'A thou wrong
Just Heav'n shall double all thy Woes upon thee,
And make 'em know no End----Remember this
As the last Warning of a dying Man :
Farewel for ever.
[The Guards carry Hastingseff.
Alic. For ever? O!! For ever!
O'! who can bear to be a Wretch, for ever!
My Rival too! His last Thoughes hung on her,
And, as he parted, left a Bleffing for her:
Shall he be blest, and I be curs, for ever!
No : Since her fatal Beauty was the Cause
Of all my Sufferings, let her share my Pains
I et her, like me, of ev'ry Joy forlorn,
Devote the Hour when such a Wretch was born :
Like me, to Desarts and to Darkness run,
Abhor the Day, and curse the golden Sun
Cast ev'ry Good, and ev'ry Hope behind :
Detest the Works of Nature, loath Mankind;
Like me, with Cries distracted fill the Air ;
Tear her poor Bofom, rend her frantick Hair,
And prove the Torments of the last Despair.
The End of the Fourth A&t.
Enter Bellinour and Dumont or Shore.
O U saw her then?
Bell. I mer her, as returning
In fo.cmn Penance from the publick Cross.
cfore her, certain Rafcal Officers.
Slives in Authority, the Knaves of Justice,
Proclaim'd the Tyrant Glofter's cruel Orders.
On either side her march'd an ill-look'd Priest,
Who with severe, with horrid haggard Eyes,
Didever and anon by Turns upbraid her
And thunder in her trembling Ear Damnation.
Arcund her, numberless the Rabble flow'd,
Shouldring each other, crowding for a View,
Gaping and Gazing, Taunting and Reviling;
Some pitying, but those, alas ! how few!
The most, fuch Iron Hearts we are, and such
The bare Barbarity of Human Kind,
Wish Infolence and lewd Reproach pursu'd her,
Hecting and Railing, and with Villainous Hands
Gathering the Filth from cut the common Ways,
To hurl upon her Head.
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