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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

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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!

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Oh that my Eyes could fhut him out for ever
Sh. Am I fo hateful then, fo deadly to thee

To blaft thy Eyes with Horror? Since I'm grown
A Burthen to the World, my Self and Thee,

Wou'd I had ne'er furviv'd to fee thee more.

7. Sh. Oh thou moft Injur'd ---- Doft thou live indeed!
Fall then ye Mountains on my guilty Head,
Hide me ye Rocks within your fecret Caverns,
Caft thy black Veil upon my Shame, O Night!
And shield me with thy fable Wing for ever.

Sh. Why doft thou turn away? Why tremble thus ?
Why thus indulge thy Fears? And in Defpair
Abandon thy distracted Soul to Horror?
Caft every black and guilty Thought behind thee,
And let 'em never vex thy Quiet more.
My Arms, my Heart are open to receive thee,

То

To bring thee back to thy forsaken Home,

With tender Joy, with fond forgiving Love,
And all the Longings of my first Defires.

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;
Pronounce my Sentence, and if yet there be
A Woe I have not felt, inflict it on me.

Sh. The Measure of thy Sorrows is compleat;
And I am come to fnatch thee from Injuftice.

The Hand of Pow'r no more fhall crush thy Weakness,..
Nor proud Oppreffion grind thy humble Soul.

f. Sh. Art thou not rifen by Miracle from Death?
Thy Shroud is fall'n from off thee, and the Grave
Was bid to give thee up, that thou might'st come
The Meffenger of Grace and Goodness to me,
To feal my Peace, and bless me ere I go.
Oh let me then fall down beneath thy Feet,
And weep my Gratitude for ever there;
Give me your Drops, ye foft-defcending Rains,
Give me your Streams, ye never ceafing Springs,
That my fad Fyes may ftill fupply my Duty,
And feed an everlasting Flood of Sorrow.

Sb. Wafte not thy feeble Spirits---I have long
Beheld, unknown, thy Mourning and Repentance;
Therefore my Heart has fet afide the past
And holds thee white, as unoffending Innocence;
Therefore in fpight of cruel Glofter's Rage,
Soon as my Friend had broke my Prifon Doors,
I flew to thy Affiftance. Let us hafte

Now

Now while Occafion feems to fmile upon us,
Forfake this Place of Shame, and find a Shelter.
J. Sb. What fhall I fay to you? But I obey---

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F. Sh. Alas, I am wonderous faint:

But that's not ftrange, I have not eat thefe three Days.
Sh. Oh Mercilefs! look here my Love, I've brought thee
Some rich Conferves

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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

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And ty'd about my Neck? How cou'd I leave you?
Sh. Tafte fome of this, or this-

7. Sh. You're ftrangely alter'd --

Say, gentle Bellmour, is he not? How pale
Your Vifage is become? Your Eyes are hallow;
Nay, you are wrinkled too Alas the Day!

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My Wretchedness has coft you many a Tear,
And many a bitter Pang, fince laft we parted.

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Sh. No more of that thou talk’ft, but doft not eat.

7.Sh. My feeble Jaws forget their common Office,
My tastelefs Tongue cleaves to the clammy Roof,
And now a gen'ral Loathing grows upon me ---
Oh, I am fick at Heart!

Sh. Thou murd'rous Sorrow! i

Wo't thou ftill drink her Blood, pursue her still!-
Must she then die! Oh, my poor Penitent,
Speak Peace to thy fad Heart: She hears me not,

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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----
Bell. What means this Violence!

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[Guards ay hold on Shore and Bellmcur.

Cat. Have we not found you,

In fcorn of the Protector's ftrict Command,...
Affifting this bafe Woman, and abetting
Her Infamy?

Sh.. Infamy on thy Head!

Thou Tool of Power, thou Pander to Authority!
I tell thee Knave, thou know'ft of none fo Virtuous,
And fhe that bore thee was an Ethiop to her.

Cat. You'll anfwer this at full--Away with 'em.
Sh. Is Charity grown Treafon to your Court?
What honeft Man would live beneath fuch Rulers?
am content that we
fhall die together.-

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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?

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[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,
And yield Obedience to your cruel Master,
Tarry a little, but a little longer,
Andrake my last Breath with you.

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Why have I liv'd to fee this bitter Moment,
This Grief by far furpaffing all my former!
Why doft thou fix thy dying Eyes upon me
With fuch an earneft, fuch a piteous Look,
As if thy Heart were full of fome fad Meaning
Thou could'ft not speak!

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Sh. Be witnefs for me, ye Celestial Hoft,
Such Mercy and fuch Pardon as my Soul
Accords to thee, and beggs of Heav'n to fhew thee;
May fuch befal me at my latest Hour,

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?
But I have nothing left me to bestow,

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
All that remains of thee? Are thefe dead Eyes
The Light that cheer my Soul? Oh heavy Hour!
But I will fix my trembling Lips to thine,
Till I am cold and fenfelefs quite, as thou art.
What, must we part then ?--- will you---

Fare thee well

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[Dies

[To the Guards, taking him away.
[Kissing her.

Now execute your Tyrant's Will, and lead me
To Bonds or Death, 'tis equally indifferent.

Bell.

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