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Mis errand; but, as it would seem, he comes
With news that much import thy present hearing.
Grey. I'll speak with him anon.
Knt. I know not what
Their purpose; but even now, as on the tower
I stood, which high o'erlooks the eastern cause-
way,
Methought I heard the distant sound of horses,
As hither bent in full career.

Grey. The sound Of horse!—Look out; call up our knights— away. [Exit Knt.

—What can delay him ?—Should my present

hopes . Miscarry, I will bear the lady hence, And make her hostage for my safety; nay, Perchance, what I have some incentives to, Supplant them both, the lover and the husband— He comes!—

Reenter MOHTON.

Mor. Oh! that the earth would yawn and cover me! Or that Heaven's quick-devouringfires had shrunk And withered up this arm when it was raised— Eyes! eyes! why closed ye not ere you beheld The ghastly ruin?

Grey. Speak, direct are they disposed?

Mor. Away!—thou hast destroyed my peace
for ever—
Had you beheld him as he lay, struggling
In the cold gripe of death; cheeks o'erspread
With livid pale; those eyes, that late shot forth
So radiant, now quite sunk; their burning lamps
Extinct; while from the deep-mouthed wound,
As from a copious fountain, issued forth
Life's purple spring.
1 would have fled, but horror for a space
Suspended every power.

Grey. 'Tis well-
Hast thou, then, slain lord Salisbury?
At thy own peril be it—Help!—He has slain
The innocent!

They're murdered, foully murdered by a slave.

[Exit.

Mor. The earth has teemed with prodigies— this sure Out-monsters all!

Enter RAYMOND hastily, Kith his sirord drawn.

Ray. On what purpose art thou here?

Mor. Lord Raymond cannot be a stranger, sure.

Ray. A dagger !—what hast thou done?

Mor. Did not my lord approve the deed i

Ray. What deed?

Mor. How's this !—My lord,
I had your sanction ratified by Grey;
With promise of high recompence the hour
When Salisbury should expire.

Ruy. Accursed be he that told thee so; and thou That gav'st him credit!

Mor. This is strange 1

Ruy. Approve!

I did not; by the powers of troth I did notRemorseless villain!—Where, where shall I hide Me? whither shall 1 fly ?—0 deed of honor!Thy blood, detested hireling, shall in put Compensate.

Mor. Hold—He cannot sure dissembleWish you, my lord, this deed were yet Uhajk!

Ray. What would the monster? Oh! couki I recall His life by killing twenty thousand slaves Like thee, it were a comfort!

Mor. I believe That you are innocent: know, then, my lord, He lives; he sleeps; and sleeps secure of hum

Ray. Take heed thou dost not trifle!

Mor. I will confess Me true, and heaven forgive my foul intent! I undertook to slay this innocent: Approached him as a friend—I saw hissufeine; Saw his distracted wife: at length 1 cursed, And in my heart abjured the wicked purpose.

Ray. Hadst thou the goodness! Then, phaps

Mor. I thought Haply that you yourself might soon relent This instrument of purposed cruelty, I took; and, with a fair devised tale Of Salisbury's death, amused the guutywretd), That would ensnare your quiet.

Ray. Is this honest?

Mor. Approach, my lord, approach, m & your eye Be witness of my truth—In doing thus, I thought I should be deemed lord Raym«> friend.

Ray. Thou wert the best of friends! few
thou now. [£«(Mo!L

One way there yet remains to reconcile
This double war, and heal my tortured hows-
Thou, that so soundly sleep'st, unguarded this
[Going to the side </!»""?
Against whatever ill that may approach thee,
Awake! rouse from the bed of listless sleep,
And see who comes to greet tliee.

Enter Lord SAUSBURT.

Lord Sal. Do I dream? Or am I in the regions of the unblest, Beset with monsters? Though thou art anew. 1 will attempt thee.

Ruy. Rush not on my weapon. I have sought thee on a cause which «*»

loves; f

And would not have thee mar my soul s TMrr pose. Lord Sat. Inglorious! base! Oh, shffl* manhood! Dearly Shalt thou atone the accuroidated wrongs That I do bleed withal. Nor sen, nor eartJi, Though thou shouldst traverse her «■*•

climes, Shall shelter thee from mv determined nay.

Ray. Think not that I shall fly thee; «"»; Have sought thee now, but on such terms* May challenge thy applause. I come» **■ 6

Indeed, but I do come a generous foe.

Lor it Sal. A generous foe! The brave indeed aspire To generous acts; their every thought looks up, And honour's dictates are their only function: But thou! what terms would'st thou propose?

what act Of that essential virtue, that may rase The ignoble stains wherewith thou art polluted? Riu/. The ignoble and the brave alike have erred; And he, that re-ascends to virtue's height, Does often snatch a wreath, which never bloomed On safer wisdom's brow. First let me loose Those ignominious bonds, which have, indeed, My own dishonoured—not the wearer's arm.

[Takes off his chains. Lord Sal. Say to what purpose tends this honest seeming? Ray. That I have wronged thee, I confess; take this, [Gives him a sword, and drams another. The only restitution I have left. 1 know thou never canst forgive, nor I Forget: the sword, then, judge between.

Lord Sal. Indeed! Lives there so much honour, then, within thee? Spite of the mighty wrongs which thou hast done Me, I do thank thee.

Ray. Now, Fortune mark her favourite!

[ray. is disarmed. Then she is partial, and I must submit.

Lord Sat. Take up thy sword again; my fair revenge Disdains too cheap a conquest.

Ray. '1 is too much.
Oh generous! generous even to cruelty!
Some way I would repay thee—Oh, that I

[Takes up his sword.
Had never seen thy wife! It may not be;
Then let me tear for ever from my breast

The guilty passion: thus I thank thee thus

[Wounds himself.

Atone the mischiefs, that Oh'! [Falls.

Lord Sal. This, indeed, Atones for all. Thou much misguided youth! What tempted thee to stray so wide from honour? Hhi/. Ask, ask that villain; he will answer all; That villain Grey, whose wicked arts seduced me;

Forgive 1 die, I die: a dreadful proof

What ills await the wretch, who gives his ear
To vicious counsels. [Dies.

Lord Sal. Dreadful proof indeed!
I do forgive thee,—so forgive thee, Heaven!

Re-enter MoRTO.v.

Now, wherc's my wife? where is my friend Le-
roches?
Mot. My lord, by my assistance, he has fled.
I saw how vain your purpose to escape;
His single flight was unobserved. Your friends,
In quest of whom he hasted, are arrived:
That trumpet speaks it. [A trumpet heard.

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Send, send and save them from destruction! With horses, that outstrip the winds, the villains Have borne her from the castle!

Lord Sal. Ravished by villains! Mount your horses, haste!

Ard. Say, which way have they fled?

Ele. West of the castle: Heaven grant their swiftness mock not your best speed!

Ard. Now, good my lord, if I might speak—

Lord Sal. Speak not
To me; but forth and scour the country!

Ard. Hark!
Methought I heard a voice

Ele. And I methought
Perhaps Heaven has been kind! perhaps 'tis she.

Lady Sal. [Entering.] Now, hushed be every fear—Where, where's my hero, That I may once more hold him to my bosom I

Enter Lady SALISBURY and Lord WILLIAM, conducted by LKROCHES.

Lord Sal. 'Tis she! 'tis she! My wife is in my arms again! Speak, speak! On, whence this precious, tin's unlocked event?

Lady Sal. When the fell ruffian, When Grey, with impious hands, had snatched

us hence, Then came my guardian angel came your

friend, And rescued us from ruin.

Ler. Happy hour! I took the path which brought me to their rescue; The atrocious villain fell beneath this arm.

Lord Sal. My wife! My son! my friend! My God! my guardian God! Ele. O joy, that they are here again! Lord Sat. They're here! they're here! my wife and son are here! Proclaim it, O ye sons of light! spread wide Your starry pinions, angels, spread them wide, And trumpet loud throughout the unmeasured

tracts Of highest Heaven, that virtue is made happy! Lady Sal. Let the sun cease to shine, the planets cease,

Drop every star from his etberia] height, Ere I forget thee, source of ewr good! Lord &J. Friend*, I am much beholden to Too alL My love! the gloom that overspread our mom, b now dispersed; oar late mishaps. Recalled, shall be the amusing narrative,

And story of our future eiening, oft Rehearsed. Oar son, too, he shall bans The sounds, and lift las hole hands m pr_ To heaven : taoght bv his mother's brigfas

pie, That, to be trory good, is to be bieseed.

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EPILOGUE.

This virgin author's such a blushing

What! no gay, lively, laughing epilogue.»

'Madam,' says be, and looked to wise !' m

Greece'— (Greece, that's their cant) « no jesting doted the

piece. Play, epilogue, and all were grave and solemn'— Then, sir, the town were fools that did not maul

cm. No—let your heroine, in this laughing age, Come thus (as Bayes says) souse upon the stage; Then with a jaunting air—half smile, half grin, Curtsey quite round the boxes, and begin.

A spark from court—no husband to detect him: A pretty fellow too, and yet reject him!— Now, ladies, let me die but it was silly— You'll not approve such horrid pnid'ry—will

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Then kissed my dear—while Betty hid the lover. But here again our poet checks my Hipz. -.

'Nay, pTMd»m, you mistake the matter qma.

My heroine UVd in ancient, honest times;

Cards were unknown, and gallantries vet crimes ! —

Psha! what if females then were wfcWn rovers

Husbands—(aye, there's the cause) were warm ae lovers.

Their warlike days indeed were spent in kflfcu.

But then at night—no turtles were so bdins. Well—though he gives me no smart things t. say,

I wish this begging face may save bis play -.

The thing may mend, and learn to please vou tetter

Do then—nay, pray you shew him soce goc-naturc.

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SCENE,—The Castle of Narbonnc, partly on a Platform before theGate, and partly in a Garden

within the Walls.

ACT I.

SCENE I.—Tlie Platform before the Castle.
Enter Florian.

Flor. What awful silence! how these antique
towers
And vacant courts dull the suspended soul,
Till expectation wears the cast of fear;
And fear, half-ready to become devotion,
Mumbles a kind of mental orison,

It knows not wherefore:

What a kind of being is circumstance!
I ;mi a soldier, and were yonder battlements
Garnish'd with combatants, and cannon-mounted,
My daring breast would bound with exultation,
And glorious hopes enliven this drear scene.
Now dare not I scarce tread to my own hearing,
.Lest Echo borrow Superstition's tongue,.
And seem to answer me, like one departed.

I met n peasant, and inquiVd my way:
The carle, not rude of speech, but like the tenant
Of some night-haunted ruin, bore an aspect
Of horror, worn to habitude. He bade
God bless me; and pass'd on.—I urgM him far-
ther:
Good master, cried he, go not to the castle;
There sorrow ever dwells, and moping misery.
I pressM him yet—None there, said he, arc wel-
come,
But now and then a mass-priest, and the poor,
To whom the pious countess deals her alms,
On covenant, that each revolving night
They beg of heaven the health of her son's soul,
And of her own: But often as returns
The twentieth of September, they are bound
Fast from the midnight watch to pray till mom.
More would he not disclose, or knew not more.
What precious mummery! Her son in exile,

She wastes oo monks and beggars his inheri-
tance,
Tor his soul's hearth! I never knew a woman
Bat lov'd our bodies or our souk too well.
Each rna-ter-whim maintain? its hour of empire,
And obstinately faithful to its dictate*,
With equal ardour, equal nnportunrty,
They teaze us to be damn'd, or to be sav'd.
I hate to lore or pray too long.

SCENE n.

Enter Petxk, Porter of the Cattle, oaTLOBIAX.

Par. Methought

I heard a stranger's voice What lack you, sir?

Flor. Good iellow, who inhabits here?
Par. I do.

Flor. Belike this castle is not thine.
Par. Belike so:
But be it whose it may, this is no haunt

For revellers and gallants Pass yowr way.

Flat. Thou churl! Is this your Gallic hospitality? Thy ladv, on my life, would not thus rudely Chide from her presence a bewildered knight. iV. Thou know'st my lady then!—Thou know'st her not. Canst thou in hair-cloths vex those dainty limbs i Canst thou on reeking pavements and cold marble, In meditation pass the live-long night? Canst mortify that flesh, my rosy minion, And bid thy "rebel appetite refrain From goblets foaming wine, and costly viands? These are the deeds, my youngster, must draw

down My lady's ever heav'n-directed eye.

Flor. In sooth, good friend, my knighthood is not school'd

In voluntary rieours 1 can fast,

March suppcrless, and make cold earth my pil-
low,
When my companions know no choicer fare.
But seldom roost in churches, or reject
The ready banquet, »r a willing fair-one.

Pot. Amrrrs defend us! What a reprobate!
Yon mould'ring porch, for sixteen years and

more,
Has not been struck with such unhallowed sounds.
Hence to thy lewd companions!

Flor. Father prey-beard,
I cry you mercy; nor was it my intention
To "wound your reverence's saint-like organs.
But come,"thou hast known other days—canst

tell
Of banquettings and dancings—'twas not always
thus.
Por. No, no—time was—my lord, the count
of Narbonnc,
A prosp'rous gentleman: were lie alive,
We should not know these moping melancholies.
Heaven rest his roul! I marvel not my lady
Cherishes his remembrance, for he was
Comely to sight, and wondrous goodly built.

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