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rich and the poor, for these hundred years past; and will never cease having power over the hearts of an audience, whilst an actress can be found to represent her, and her sorrows, with apparent truth.

Of the other characters of this tragedy, little can be said in praise, except of Alicia—and it is curious to observe, how widely two learned critics have differed in their opinion respecting the merit of this part.—Dr. Johnson says, "Alicia is a character of empty noise, with no resemblance to real sorrow, or natural madness."

Whilst Dr. Warton has said, "The interview between Jane Shore and Alicia, in the fifth act, is very affecting, where the madness of Alicia is well painted."

To reconcile these two opposite criticisms, it may be supposed—that those great critics spoke as spectators, not as readers: and the one had seen a good, and the other a bad actress, perform the part.

Alicia can surely be rendered as pathetic as Jane Shore, provided the character is acted with equal skill: for, though Jane has the advantage of her friend, in being the personage whom the auditors have come purposely to see, and of whom they have heard speak from their childhood, yet Alicia's calamities are far more heavy than those of the famished Shore.—The former is tortured by the most poignant remorse that human nature can sustain—her conscience is loaded with a fellow-creature's death—nor has she the enjoyment of malice, to diminish her sense of guilt; as she became a murderer through the wild extravagance of love, not hate.

The parting scene between her and the condemned Hastings, where he forgives her as the cause of his immediate execution, has something more affecting, than the last scene of the drama, where Shore forgives his dying wife. The husband's pardon comes, after time has softened, and penitence mitigated, his wrongs— the lover forgives a more fatal injury, and its consequences that moment impending.

DRAMATIS PERSONS.

Duke or Gloster

Lord Hastings

Lord Stanley

Sir Richard Ratcliff

Sir William Catesby

Dumont

Belmour

Captain Of The Guard

Gentleman

Porter

Mr. Kemble. Mr. C. Kemble. Mr. Davenport. Mr. Klanert. Mr. Creswell. Mr. Cooke. Mr. Claremont. Mr. Lee. Mr. Field. Mr. Atkins.

Alicia
Jane Shore

Mrs. Litchfield. Mrs. Siddons.

JANE SHORE.

ACT THE FIRST.

SCENE I.

The Tower.

Enter the Duke or Gloster, Sir Richard
Ratclief, and Catesby.

Glo. Thus far success attends upon our councils,
And each event has answer'd to my wish;
The Queen and all her upstart race are quell'd;
Dorset is banish'd, and her brother Rivers,
Ere this, lies shorter by the head at Pom fret.
The nobles have, with joint concurrence, nam'd me
Protector of the realm. My brother's children,
Young Edward and the little York, are lodg'd
Here, safe within the Tower.—How say you, sirs,
Does ndt this business wear a lucky face?
The sceptre and the golden wreath of royalty
Seem hung within my reach.

Rat. Then take them to you, And wear them long and worthily. You are The last remaining male of princely York, (For Edward's boys, the state esteems not of them,) And therefore on your sov'reignty and rule,

The commonweal does her dependence make,
And leans upon your highness' able hand.

Cat. And yet to-morrow does the council meet,
To fix a day for Edward's coronation.
Who can expound this riddle? >

Glo. That can I.
Those lords are each one my approv'd good friends
Of special trust and nearness to my bosom;
And howsoever busy they may seem,
And diligent to bustle in the state,
Their zeal goes on no further than we lead,
And, at our bidding, stays.

Cat. Yet there is one,
And he amongst the foremost in his power,
Of whom I wish your highness were assur'd.
For me, perhaps it is my nature's fault,
I own, I doubt of his inclining much.

Glo. I guess the man, at whom your words wou'd point:

Hastings •

Cat. The same.

Glo. He bears me great good will.
Cat. 'Tis true, to you as to the Lord Protector,
And Gloster's Duke, he bows with lowly service:
And were he bid to cry, "God save King Richard!"
Then tell me in what terms he would reply?
Believe me, I have prov'd the man, and found him:
I know he bears a most religious reverence
To his dead master Edward's royal memory,
And whither that may lead him is most plain.
Yet more—One of that stubborn sort he is,
Who, if they once grow fond of an opinion,
They call it honour, honesty, and faith,
And sooner part with life than let it go.

Glo. And yet this tough impracticable heart
Is govern'd by a dainty-finger'd girl:
Such flaws are found in the most worthy natures;
A laughing, toying, wheedling, whimpering she
Shall make him amble on a gossip's message,

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