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Since guilt I know not, wherefore know I fear?
Enter RAG oz.IN with a Dagger and a Mask on. "
Kill not my infant Murder! O my child
[She retreats back to the Scene, and falls in a swoon.
Cle. [Waking from her trance..] Where have I been 2 What horrid hand hath stamp'd This dreadful vision on my brain O Death ! Have I not gain'd thy mansions : Am I still
# In this bad world What ails my heart my head
Was not my child here with me? Sure he was—
And some foul daemon terrifies my soul
Changes to an adjoining Part of the Wood, and discovers the Child murder'd. Enter CLEONE.
Cle. O fearful silence 1 Not a sound returns, Save the wild echoes of my own sad cries, To my affrighted earl-My child my child ! where art thou wander’d—where beyond the reach of thy poor mother's voice !—Yet while above The God of justice dwells, I will not deem The bloody vision true. Heaven hath not left meThere truth is known, well known—and see my love! See, where upon the bank its weary'd limbs Lie stretch'd in sleep. In sleep! O agony' Blast not my senses with a sight-like this! Tisblood tisdeath! my child, my child is murder" [Falls down by her child, kissing it and weeping. Then raising herself on her arm, after a dead silence, and looking by degrees more and more wild, she pro" ceeds in a distraćted manner. Hark! hark lie still, my love —For all the world Don't stirl—Tis Glanville, and he'll murder us' Stay, stay—I’ll cover thee with boughs—don't fear
I'll call the little lambs, and they shall bring
ACT IV. SCENE I.
4 Room in SIF Ro Y’s House. GLAN VILLE, and ISABELLA.
Borray'd by whom betray’d By thy vain fear.
Isab. Yet hear me—On my life,
Glan. Perchance And do our lives
Isab. In close concealment hid,
Glan. Confusion 1 Can it be Can Ragozin, the villain, have betray'd me? Isab. I fear he hath. Where is he Glan. Not return’d From Baden wood, to ascertain the deed That crowns our business. Were but that secure, My tortur’d soul, torn on the rack of doubt, Might yet feel peace. How wears the time Isab. Two hours Are wanting yet to midnight. Glan. Where's Sifroy . Isab. With Beaufort. But perplexing doubts distraćt His reason, that all power to act forsakes him. Still farther to alarm—deep-stain’d with gore, The sword of Paulet’s found, and other marks That speak him murder'd. Glan. That’s beyond my wish : And tells but what I wanted to proclaim. Isab. Proclaim What mean’st thou ? Doth it not conduce To our dete&tion Doth it not confirm Their dark suspicions Glan. The short line, alas, Of thy weak thought, in vain would sound the depth Of my designs. But rest thee well assur’d I have foreseen, and am prepar'd to meet All possible events. Isab. O grant, good Heaven— Great God! how dreadful 'tis to be engag'd In what we dare not pray that Heaven may prosper! 2
Glan. Curse on thy boding tongue! Let me not hear Its superstitious weakness—Hush who comes : No more—'tis Ragozin—Now sleep distrust. First let me learn if he hath done the deed, If not, I am betray'd, and will awake in vengeance on his falsehood.
Glan. Speak, my friend— Cleone and her child—say quickly—how disposed 2 Rag. To heav'n remov’d, no longer they obstruct Our views on earth. Glan. Speak plainly—are they dead? Rag. Both dead. Glan. Swear, swear to this! And by all hope Of that reward which urg'd thee to the deed, Swear thou hast not betray'd me! Rag. Whence arise These base suspicions I disdain that crime ! Tho' branded with the name of an assassin, I am not yet so mean as to betray. Glan. Distraćtion t—may I trust thee Rag. As thou wilt. Glan. [Pausing.] It must be so—we still are safe : and this Pretence of strong suspicion is no more Than subtil artifice, contriv'd to draw Th'unwary to confession. Rag. *Tis no more. Glan. Nor will I more than with a just contempt