Drives 'em around, and wakens Life anew. Bell. Her Weakness could not bear the ftrong Surpize. But fee, fhe ftirs! And the returning Blood Faintly begins to blush again, and kindle Upon her Afhy Cheek Your Husband lives! "Tis he, my worthieft Friend 7. Sb. Still art thou there!--ftill doft thou hover round me! Oh fave me, Bellmour, from his angry Shade! Oh that my Eyes could fhut him out for ever To blaft thy Eyes with Horror? Since I'm grown Wou'd I had ne'er furviv'd to fee thee more. 7. Sh. Oh thou moft Injur'd ---- Doft thou live indeed! Sh. Why doft thou turn away? Why tremble thus ? То To bring thee back to thy forsaken Home, With tender Joy, with fond forgiving Love, J. Sh. No, arm thy Brow with Vengeance; and appear The Minifter of Heav'n's enquiring Justice; Array thy felf all terrible for Judgment, Wrath in thy Eyes, and Thunder in thy Voice; Sh. The Measure of thy Sorrows is compleat; The Hand of Pow'r no more fhall crush thy Weakness,.. f. Sh. Art thou not rifen by Miracle from Death? Sb. Wafte not thy feeble Spirits---I have long Now Now while Occafion feems to fmile upon us, F. Sh. Alas, I am wonderous faint: But that's not ftrange, I have not eat thefe three Days. 630 J. Sh. How can you be fo good? But you were ever thus, I well remember With what fond Care, what Diligence of Love, You lavish'd out your Wealth to buy me Pleafures, Preventing every With: Have you forgot The coftly String of Pearl you brought me Home And ty'd about my Neck? How cou'd I leave you? 7. Sh. You're ftrangely alter'd -- Say, gentle Bellmour, is he not? How pale My Wretchedness has coft you many a Tear, Sh. No more of that thou talk’ft, but doft not eat. 7.Sh. My feeble Jaws forget their common Office, Sh. Thou murd'rous Sorrow! i Wo't thou ftill drink her Blood, pursue her still!- Gref Grief mafters ev'ry Senfe--help me to hold her--- Enter Catesby, with a Guard. Cat. Seize on 'em both, as Traytors to the State---- [Guards ay hold on Shore and Bellmcur. Cat. Have we not found you, In fcorn of the Protector's ftrict Command,... Sh.. Infamy on thy Head! Thou Tool of Power, thou Pander to Authority! Cat. You'll anfwer this at full--Away with 'em. I Cat. Convey the Men to Prifon, but for her, Leave her to hunt her Fortune as she may. J. Sh. I will not part with him for me! for me Oh! muft he die for me? ! [Following him as he is carry'd off-She falls. Sh. Inhuman Villains! [Breaks from the Guard. Stand off! the Agonies of Death are on her---- She pulls, fhe gripes me hard with her cold Hand. 7. Sb. Was this Blow wanting to compleat my Ruin! Oh let him go, ye Minifiers of Terror, He shall offend no more, for I will die, 1 Why have I liv'd to fee this bitter Moment, Sh. Be witnefs for me, ye Celestial Hoft, And make my Portion bleft or cust for ever. 7. Sh. Then all is well, and I fhall fleep in Peace 'Tis very dark, and I have loft you now -- Was there not fomething I would have bequeath'd you? Nothing but one fad Sigh. Oh Mercy Heav'n! Bell. There fled the Soul, And left her Load of Mifery behind. Sh. Oh my Heart's Treafure! is this pale fad Vifage Fare thee well [Dies [To the Guards, taking him away. Now execute your Tyrant's Will, and lead me Bell. |