Isa. Will nothing do? I did not hope to find Softly; he steals it from the sleeping gods, Now, now I laugh at you, defy you all, [Stabs herself fil. Call, call for help-Oh, Heav'n! this was too much. C. Bald. Oh, thou most injur'd innocence! live, Live but to witness for me to the world, How much I do repent me of the wrongs, Yet Th' unnatural wrongs, which I have heap'd on thee, And have pull'd down this judgment on us all. Vil. Oh, speak, speak but a word of comfort to me! C. Bald. If the most tender father's care and love Of thee, and thy poor child, can make amends Oh, yet look up and live! Isa. Where is that little wretch? [They raise her. I die in peace, to leave him to your care. My blessing; that, that's all I have to leave thee. [Diese And all his wrongs be buried in my gravel H "Accuse, condemn me; let the sentence reach C. Bald. Poor wretched orphan of most wretched parents! "'Scaping the storm, thou'rt thrown upon a rock, "To perish there." The very rocks would melt, Soften their nature, sure, to foster thee; I find it by myself: my flinty heart, That barren rock, on which thy father starv'd, Leave punishment to Heav'n—'tis Heav'n's prerogative. THE END. OR, THE KIND IMPOSTOR. A COMEDY, BY COLLEY CIBBER, Esq. ADAPTED FOR THEATRICAL REPRESENTATION, AS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRES ROYAL, DRURY-LANE AND COVENT-GARDEN. REGULATED FROM THE PROMPT-BOOKS, "The Lines distinguished by inverted Commas, are omitted in the Representation.' LONDON: Printed for the Proprietors, under the Direction of JOHN BELL, British-Library, STRAND, Bookseller to His Royal Highness the PRINCE OF WALES. MDCCXCII. His wit, if any, mingles with his plot, No more than from the curtain, up and down: From his design no person can be sparʼd, But now he flies for refuge to the fair, Whom he must own the ablest judges here. Since all the springs of his design but move From beauty's cruelty subdu'd by love; E'en they, whose hearts are yet untouch'd, must know, In the same case, sure, what their own wou'd do: You best should judge of love, since love is born of you. |