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Mis errand; but, as it would seem, he comes
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!—
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
Grey. 'Tis well-
They're murdered, foully murdered by a slave.
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,
Ruy. Accursed be he that told thee so; and thou That gav'st him credit!
Mor. This is strange 1
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
One way there yet remains to reconcile
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 «*»
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.
[Takes up his sword.
The guilty passion: thus I thank thee thus
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
Lord Sal. Dreadful proof indeed!
Now, wherc's my wife? where is my friend Le-
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
Ele. And I methought
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.
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
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.
SCENE,—The Castle of Narbonnc, partly on a Platform before theGate, and partly in a Garden
within the Walls.
SCENE I.—Tlie Platform before the Castle.
Flor. What awful silence! how these antique
It knows not wherefore:
What a kind of being is circumstance!
I met n peasant, and inquiVd my way:
She wastes oo monks and beggars his inheri-
Enter Petxk, Porter of the Cattle, oaTLOBIAX.
I heard a stranger's voice What lack you, sir?
Flor. Good iellow, who inhabits here?
Flor. Belike this castle is not thine.
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-
Pot. Amrrrs defend us! What a reprobate!
Flor. Father prey-beard,