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That wrath and vengeance never may return?
Durn. O thou hast set my busy brain at work.
buy, Which I have left unsought to deck her beauty? What could her kins do more ?—And vet she fled.
Bel. Away with that sad fancy
Durn. Oh, that day! The thought of it must live for ever with me. J met her, Belmour, when the royal spoiler Bore her in triumph from my widow'd home! Within his chariot, by his side she sat, And listen'd to his talk with downward looks, Till sudden as she chanc'd aside to glance, Her eyes encounter'd mine—Oh! then, my friend! Oh! who can paint my grief and her amazement! As at the stroke of death, twice turn'd she pale; And twice a burning crimson blush'd all o'er her; Then, with a shriek, heart-wounding, loud she cry'd, While down her cheeks two gushing torrents ran
Fast falling on her hands, which thus she wrung
Mov'd at her grief, the tyrant ravisher,
Bel. Alas, for pity! Oh! those speaking tears!
Could they be false? did she not suffer with you?
Dum. And can she bear it? Can that delicate frame
It is too much Hence with her past offences,
They are aton'd at full Why stay we, then?
Oh ! let us haste, my friend, and find her out.
Bel. Somewhere about this quarter of the town, I hear the poor abandon'd creature lingers: Her guard, tho'set with strictest watch to keep All food and friendship from her, yet permit her To wander in the streets, there chuse her bed, And rest her head on what cold stone she pleases.
Ditm. Here let us then divide; each in his round To search her sorrows out; whose hap it is First to behold her, this way let him lead Her fainting steps, and meet we here together.
Enter Jane Shore, her Hair hanging hose on her Shoulders, and barefooted.
J. Shore. Yet, yet endure, nor murmur, O, my soul!
For are not thy transgressions great and numberless?
Do they not cover thee like rising floods,
And press thee like a weight of waters down?
Does not the hand of Righteousness afflict thee?
And who shall plead against it? Who shall say
To Pow'r Almighty, thou hast done enough:
Or bid his dreadful rod of vengeance stay?
Wait then with patience, till the circling hours
Shall bring the time of thy appointed rest,
And lay thee down in death.
And hark, methinks the roar, that late pursu'd me,
Sinks like the murmurs of a falling wind,
And softens into silence. Does revenge
And malice then grow weary, and forsake me?
My guard, too, thatobserv'd me still so close,
Tire in the task of their inhuman office,
And loiter far behind. Alas! I faint,
My spirits fail at once—This is the door
Of my Alicia Blessed opportunity!
I'll steal a little succour from her goodness,
[She knocks at the Door.
Scrv. Hold, mistress, whither would you?
[Pulling her back.
J. Shore. Do you not know me?
Sen. I know you well, and know my orders, too: You must not enter here
J. Shore. Tell my Alicia, Tis I would see her.
Serv. She is ill at ease,
J. Shore. But tell her,
Serv. Tis all in vain,—
[Shuts the Door, and exit.
[She sits down at the Door.
Enter Alicia in Disorder; Two Serv Ants following.
Alicia. What wretch art thou, whose misery and
/. Shore. A very beggar, and a wretch indeed;
Alicia. And dost thou come to me, to me for
And mourn'd the live-long day she pass'd without
Alicia. Ha! say'st thou! Let me look upon thee
Thou beauteous witch.
J. Shore. Alas! I never wrong'd you
Alicia. Avaunt! and come not near me—
J. Shore. To thy hand
Alicia. Nay! tell not me! Where is thy King, thy
J. Shore. Oh! for mercy!
Alicia. Mercy! I know it not—for I am miserable. I'll give thee misery, for here she dwells. This is her house, where the sun never dawns, The bird of night sits screaming o'er the roof, Grim spectres sweep along the horrid gloom, And nought is heard but wailings and lamentings. Hark! something cracks above! it shakes, it totters! And see, the nodding ruin falls to crush me! Tis fall'n, 'tis here! I felt it on my brain! Why shouldst thou be a wretch? Stab, tear thy heart, And rid thyself of this detested being;