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She has charm'd thee, like a siren, to her bed, Oh, turn your cruel swords upon Lavinia. With looks of love, and with enchanting sounds: If you must quench your impious rage in blood, Too late the rocks and quicksands will appear, Behold, my heart shall give you all her store, When thou art wreck'd upon the faithless shore, To save those dearer streams that flow from Then vainly wish thou hadst not left thy friend,

yours. To follow her delusion.

Alt. 'Tis well thou hast found a safeguard; Alt. If thy friendship

none but this, Does churlishly deny my love a room, No pow'r on earth, could save thee from my fury., It is not worth my keeping; I disclaim it. Hor. Safety from thee! Hor. Canst thou so soon forget what I've Away, vain boy! Hast thou forgot the rev'rence been to thee?

Due to my, arm, thy first, thy great example, I shar'd the task of nature with thy father, Which pointed out thy. way to noble daring, And form'd with care thy unexperienc'd youth and show'd thee what it was to be a man? To virtue and to arms.

Lav. What busy, meddling fiend, what foe Thy noble father, oh, thou light young man!

to goodness, Would be bave us'd me thus? One fortune Could kindle such a discord ?

Hor. Ask'st thou what made us foes? 'Twas For his was ever mine, mine his, and both

base ingratitude, Together, flourish'd, and together fell. 'Twas such a sin to friendship, as heav'n's mercy, He call'd me friend, like thee: would he have That strives with man's untoward, monstrous left me

wickedness, Thus for a woman, and a vile one, too? Unwearied with forgiving, scarce could pardon. All. Thou canst not, darst not mean it! He who was all to me, child, brother, friend, Speak again,

With barb'rous, bloody malice, sought my life. Say, who is vile; but dare not name Calista. Alt. Thou art my sister, and I would not Hor. I had not spoke at first, unless compelld,

make thee And forc'd to clear myself; but since thus urg'd The lonely mourner of a widow'd bed; I must arow, I do not know a viler. Therefore ihy husband's life is safe: but warn him, Al. Tbou wert my father's friend; he lov'd No more to know this hospitable roof. thee well;

He has but ill repaid Sciolto's bounty. A kind of venerable mark of him

We must not meet; 'tis dangerous. Farewell. Hangs round thee, and protects thee from my

[He is going, Lavinia holds him. vengeance.

Lav. Stay, Altamont, my brother, stay; I cannot, dare not lift my sword against thee, Alt. It cannot, sha'not be

you must not But henceforth never let me see thee more. Lav. Look kindly, then. [hold me.

[Going out Alt. Each minute that I stay, Hor. I love thee still, ungrateful as thou art, Is a new injury to fair Calista. And must and will preserve thee from dishonour, From thy false friendship, to her arms I'll fly; Er'n in despite of thee. [Holds him. Then own, the joys which on her charms attend, Alt. Let go my arm.

Have more than paid me for my faithless friend. Hor. Ishonour bethy care, if thou wouldst live

[Breaks from Lavinia, and exit. Without the name of credulous, wittol husband, Hor. Oh, raise thee, my Lavinia, from the earth. Avoid thy bride, shun her detested bed, It is too much; this tide of flowing grief, The joys it yields are dash'd with poison - This wondrous waste of tears, too much to give Ali. Off!

To an ungrateful friend, and cruel brother. To

urge me but a minute more is fatal. Lav. Is there not cause for weeping ? Oh, Hor. She is polluted, stain'd—

Horatio! Alt. Madness and raging!

A brother and a husband were my treasure, But hence

'Twas all the little wealth that poor Lavinia Hor. Dishonour'd by the man you hate- Sav'd from the shipwreck of her father's fortunes. All. I pr’ythee loose me yet, for thy own sake, One balf is lost already. If thou leav'st me, If life be worth thy keeping

If thou shouldst prove unkind to me, as AlHor. By Lothario.

tamont, All. Perdition take thee, villain, for the false- Whom shall I find 10 pity my distress,

hood! (Strikes him. To bave compassion on a helpless wanderer, Now, nothing but thy life can make atonement. And give her where to lay ber wretched head? Hor. A blow! thou hast us'd me well — Hor. Why dost thou wound me with thy

[Draws.

soft complainings ? Alt. This to thy heart

Though Altamont be false, and use me hardly, Hor. Yet hold—By heav'n his father's in his Yet think not I impute his crimes to thee. face!

Talk not of being forsaken; for I'll keep thee Spite of my wrongs, my heart runs o'er with Next to my heart, my certain pledge of happiness. tenderness,

Lav. Then you will love me still, cherish And I could rather die myself than hurt him.

me ever, Alt. Defend thyself; for by much-wrong'd love, And bide me from misfortune in

your

bosom? I swear, the poor evasion shall not save thee. Hor. But for the love I owe the good Sciolto, Hor. Yet hold—thou know'st I dare. From Genoa, from falsehood and inconstancy,

[They fight. To some more honest, distant clime I'd go.

Nor would I be bebolden to my country, Enter LAVINIA, who runs between their For aught but thee, the partner of my flight. Swords.

Lav. And I would follow thee; forsake, for thee, Lao. My brother, my Horatio ! Is it possible? My country, brother, friends, er'n all I have

have way,

Though mine's a little all, yet were it more, Ev'n now my heart beats high, I languish for thee, And better far, it should be lest for thee, My transports are as fierce, as strong my wishes, And all that I would keep should be Horatio. As if thou ne'er hadst bless'd me with thy beauty? So, when a merchant sees his vessel lost, Cal. How didst thou dare to think that I Though richly freighted from a foreign coast,

would live Gladly, for life, the treasure he would give, A slave to base desires and brutal pleasures, And only wishes to escape, and live: To be a wretched wanton for thy leisure, Gold and his gains no more employ his mind; To toy and waste an hour of idle time with ? But driving o'er the billows with the wind, My soul disdains thee for so mean a thought. Cleaves to one faithful plank, and leaves the Loth. The driving storm of passion will rest behind. [Ereunt.

And I must yield before it. Wert thou calm, ACT IV.

Love, the poor criminal whom thou hast doom'd, SCENE I.-A Garden.

llas yet a thousand tender things to plead,

To charm thy rage, and mitigate his fate. Lothario and Calista discovered. Loth. Weep not, my fair; but let the god

Enter ALTAMONT behind. of love

Alt. lla! do I live and wake? [Aside. Laugh in thy eyes, and revel in thy heart, Cal. Iladst thou been true, how happy had Kindle again his torch, and hold it high,

I been! To light us to new joys. Nor let a thought Not Altamont, but thou, hadst been my lord. Of discord, or disquiet past, molest thee; But wherefore nam'd I happiness with thee? But to a long oblivion give thy cares, It is for thee, for thee, that I am curs'd; And let us melt the present hour in bliss. For thee my secret soul each hour arraigns me, Cal. Seek not to sooth me with thy false Calls me to answer for my virtue stain'd, endearments,

My honour lost to thee: for thee it haunts me To charm me with thy softness: 'tis in vain: With stero Sciolto yowing vengeance on me, Thou canst no more betray, nor I be ruin'd. With Altamont complaining for his wrongs The hours of folly and of fond delight, Alt. Behold him here— [Coming forward. Are wasted all, and fled; those that remain Cal. Ah!

(Starting Are doom'd to weeping, anguish, and repentance. Alt. The wretch! whom thou hast made. I come to charge thee with a long account Curses and sorrows bast thou heap'd upon him, Of all the sorrows I have known already, And vengeance is the only good that's left. And all I have to come; thou hast undone me.

[Drawing. Loth. Unjust Calista! dost thou call it ruin Loth. - Thou hast ta'en me somewhat unaTo love as we have done; to melt, to languish,

wares,

'tis true : To wish for somewhat exquisitely happy, But love and war take turns, like day and night, And then be blest ev'n to that wish's height? And little preparation serves my turn, To die with joy, and straight to live again; Equal to both, and arms for either field, Speechless to gaze, and with tumultuous trans- We've long been foes; this moment ends our port

quarrel; Cal. Oh, let me hear no more; I cannot Earth, hear'n, and fair Calista, judge the combat! bear it ;

They fight; Lothario falls. "Tis deadly to remembrance. Let that night, oh, Altamont! thy,genius is the stronger ! That guilty night, be blotted from the year; Thou hast prevail'd! – My fierce, ambitious soul For 'twas the night that gave me up to shame, Declining droops, and all her fires grow pale; To sorrow, to the false Lothario.

Yet let not this advantage swell thy pride, Loth. Hear this, ye pow'rs! mark, how the conquer'd in my turn, in love I triumphd. fair deceiver

Those joys are lodg'd beyond the reach of fate; Sadly complains of violated truth ;

That sweet revenge comes smiling to my She calls me false, ev'n she, the faithless she,

thoughts, Whom day and night, whom heav'n and earth, Adorns my fall, and cheers my heart in dying. have heard

[Dies. Sighing to vow, and tenderly, protest,

Cal. And what remains for me, beset with Ten thousand times, she would be only mine;

shame, And yet, behold, she has giv'n herself away, Encompass'd round with wretchedness? There is Fled from my arms, and wedded to another, But this one way to break the toil, and 'scape. Ev'n to the man whom most I hate on earth.

[She catches up Lothario's Sword, Cal. Art tbou so base to upbraid me with

and offers to kill herself ; Altaa crime,

mont runs to her, and wrests it Which nothing but thy cruelty could cause ?

from her. If indignation raging in my soul,

Alt. What means thy frantic rage? For thy unmanly insolence and scorn,

Cal. Off! let me go. Urg'd 'me to do a deed of desperation, Alt. Oh! thou hast more than murder'd me; And wound myself to be reveng'd on thee,

yet still, Think whom I should devote to death and hell, Still art thou here! and my soulstarts with horror, Whom curse as my undoer, but Lothario; At thought of any danger that may reach thee. Hadst thou been just, not all Sciolto's pow'r, Cal. Think'st thou I mean to live ? to be Not all the vows and pray’rs of sighing Altamont,

forgiven? Could have prevaild, or won me to forsake thee. Oh, thou hast known but little of Calista!

Loth. How have I fail'd in justice, or in love? If thou hadst never heard my shame, if only Burns not my flame as brightly as at first ? The midnight moon and silent stars had seen it,

I would not bear to be reproach'd by them, Where ugly shame hides her opprobrious head, But dig down deep to find a grave beneath, And death and hell detested rule maintain; And hide me from their beams.

There howl out the remainder of thy life,
Sci. [Within] What, ho! my son! And wish thy name may be no more remember'd.

Cal. Is it the voice of thunder, or my father? Cal. Yes, I will fly to some such dismal place,
Madness! Confusion! let the storm come on, And be more curs'd'than you can wish I were;
Let the tumultuous roar drive all upon me; This fatal form, that drew on my undoing,
Dash my devoted bark, ye surges, break it! Fasting, and tears, and hardships, shall destroy;
Tis for my ruin that the tempest rises. Nor light, nor food, nor comfort will I know,
When I am lost, sunk to the bottom low, Nor aught that may continue bated life.
Peace sball return, and all be calm again. Then when you see me meagre, wan,and chang'd,

Stretch'd at my length, and dying in my cave,
Enter Sciolto.

On that cold earth I mean shall be my grave, Sci. Er'n now Rossano leap'd the garden Perhaps you may relent, and sighing say, wall

At length her tears have wash'd her stains away; Ha! death has been among you-Oh, my fears! At length'tis time her punishment should cease; Last night thou hadsta diff'rence with thy friend, Die, thou poor suff'ring wretchi, and be at peace. The cause thou gar'st me for it, was a damn'd one.

E.cit. Didst thou not wrong the man who told thee Sci. Who of my servants wait there?

truth? Answer me quick

Enter two or three Servants. All . Oh! press me not to speak;

Raise that body, and bear it in. On

your

lives Ex'n now my heart is breaking, and the mention Take care my doors be guarded well, that none Will lay me dead before you. See that body, Pass out, or enter, but by my appointment. And guess my shame! my ruin! Ob, Calista! [Exeunt Servants, with Lothario's Body.

Sci. It is enough! but I am slow to execute, Alt. There is a fatal fury in your visage,
And justice lingers in my lazy hand; It blazes fierce, and menaces destruction.
Thus let me wipe dishonour from my name, I tremble at the vengeance which you meditate
And cut thee from the earth, thou stain to On the poor, faithless, lovely, dear Calista.
goodness-

Sci. Hast thou not read wbat brave Virgi[Offers to kill Calista ; Altamont holds him.

nius did? All. Stay thee, Sciolto, thou rash father, stay, With his own hand he slew his only daughter, Or turn the point on me, and through my breasi To save her from the fierce Decemvir's lust. Cut out the bloody passage to Calista ;

He slew her yet unspotted, to prevent So shall my love be perfect, while for her The shame which she might know. Then what I die, for whom alone I wish'd to live.

should I do? Cal. No, Altamont; my heart, that scorn'd But thou hast ty'd my hand.-I wo'not kill her; thy love,

Yet, by the ruin she has brought upon us, Shall never be indebted to thy pity. The common infamy that brands us both; Thus torn, defac'd, and wretched as I seem, She sha'not 'scape. Still I have something of Sciolto's virtue. Alt. You mean that she shall die then? Yes, yes, my father, I applaud thy justice; Sci. Ask me not what, nor how I have resolv'd, Strike home, and I will bless thee for the blow; For all within is anarchy and uproar. Be merciful, and free me from my pain; Oh, Altamont! what a vast scheme of joy 'Tis sharp, 'lis terrible, and I could curse Has this one day destroy'd? Well did I hope The cheerful day, men, earth, and hear'n, and This daughter would have bless'd my latter days; thee,

That I should live to see you the world's wonder, Ex’n thee, thou, venerable, good, old man, So happy, great, and good, that none were For being author of a wretch like me.

Sci. Thy pious care has giv'n me time to think, While I, from busy life and care set free,
And sav'd me from a crime; then rest, my sword; Had spent the evening of my age at home,
To honour have I kept thee ever sacred, Among a little prattling race of yours :
Nor will I stain thee with a rash revenge. There, like an old man, talk'd awhile, and then
But, mark me well, I will have justice done; Laid down and slept in peace. Instead of this,
Hope not to bear away thy crimes unpunish’d: Sorrow and shame must bring me to my grave-
I will see justice executed on thee,

Oh, damn her! damn her!
Ex'n to a Roman strictness; and thou, nature,
Or whatsoe'er thou art that plead'st within me,

Enter a Servant.
Be still; thy tender strugglings are in vain. Sero. Arm yourself, my lord:
Cal. Then am I doom'd to live, and bear Rossano, who but now escap'd the garden,
your triumph?

Has gather'd in the street a band of rioters, To groan beneath your scorn and fierce up- Who threaten you and all your friends with ruin, braiding,

Unless Lothario be return'd in safety. [Exit. Daily to be reproach'd, and have my misery Sci. By heav'n, their fury rises to my wish, At morn, at noon, at night, told over to me? Nor shall misfortune know my house alone; Is this, is this the mercy of a father? But thou, Lothario, and thy race shall pay me I only beg to die, and he denies me. For all the sorrows which my age is curs'd with. Sci. Hence from my sight! thy father cannot I think my name as great, my friends as potent, bear thee;

As any in the state; all shall be summond; Fly with thy infamy to some dark cell, I know that all will join their hands to ours, Where, on the confines of eternal night, And vindicate thy vengeance. When our force Mourning, misfortune, cares, and anguish dwell; Is full and arm’d, we shall expect tby sword

like you.

from yours,

sorrow.

To join with us, and sacrifice to justice. [Exit. By cares on earth, and by my pray’rs to heav'n, Alt

. There is a heavy weight upon my senses; Were little for my fondness io bestow; A dismal, sullen stillness, that succeeds Why didst thou turn to folly then, and curse me ? The storm of rage and grief, like silent death, Cal. Because my soul was rudely drawn After the tumult and the noise of life. Would it were death, as sure 'tis wondrous like it, A poor; imperfect copy of my father ; For I am sick of living; my soul's pallid, It was because I lovid, and was a woman. She kindles not with anger or revenge;.

Sci. Hadst thou been honest, thou hadst Love was th' informing, active fire within :

been a cherubim; Now that is quench'd, the mass forgets to move, But of that joy, as of a gem long lost, And longs to mingle with its kindred earth. Beyond redemption gone, think we no more.

[Exit. Hast thou e'er dar'd to meditate on death? ACT V.

Cal. I have, as on the end of shame and Scene I.- A Room hung with black; on one Side Lothario's Body on

Sci. Ha! answer me! Say, hast thou coolly

a Bier; on the other a Table, with a Scull and other 'Tis not the stoic's lessons got by role,

thought ? Bones, a Book and a Lamp on it.

The pomp of words, and pedant dissertations, Calista is discovered on a Couch, in black; That can sustain thee in that hour of terror;

her Hair hanging loose and disordered. Books bave taught cowards to talk nobly of it, After soft Music she rises and comes But when the trial comes they stand aghast; forward.

Hast thou consider'd what may happen after it? Cal. 'Tis well! these solemn sounds, this How thy account may stand, and wbat to pomp of borror,

answer? Are fit to feed the frenzy in my soul.

Cal. I've turn'd my eyes inward upon myself, Here's room for meditation er'n to madness, Where foul offence and shame have laid all Till the mind burst with thinking. This dull flame

waste; Sleeps in the socket. Sure the book was left Therefore my soul abhors she wretched dwelling, To tell me something;—for instruction then— And longs to find some better place of rest. He teaches holy sorrow and contrition, Sci. "I'is justly thought, and worthy of that And penitence.- Is it become an art then?

spirit A trick that lazy, dull, luxurious gownmen

That dwelt in ancient Latian breasts, when Rome Can teach us to do over? I'll no more on't; Was mistress of the world. I would go on,

[Throwing awny the Book. And tell thee all my purpose; but it sticks I have more real anguish in my heart, Here at my heart, and cannot find a way. Than all their pedant discipline e'er knew. Cal. Then spare the telling, if it be a pain, What charnel has been rifled for these bones? And write the meaning with your poniard here. Fie! this is pageantry ;-they look uncouthly. Sci. Oh! truly guess'd-seest thou this trembBut what of that, if he or she that own'd 'em

ling band? Safe from disquiet sit, and smile to see

[Holding up a Dagger. 'The farce their miserable relics play? Thrice justice urg'd-and thrice the slack'ning But here's a sight is terrible indeed!

sinews Is this that baughty, gallant, gay Lothario, Forgot their office, and confess'd the father. That dear, perfidious-Ab!-how pale he looks! At length the stubborn virtue has prevaila; And those dead eyes!

It must, it must be so-Oh! take it then, Ascend, ye ghosts, fantastic forms of night,

[Giving the Dagger. In all your diffèrent dreadful shapes ascend, And know the rest untaught. And match the present borror, if

Cal. I understand you.

It is but thus, and both are satisfied.
Enter SCIOLTO.

[She offers to kill herself ; Sciolto Sci. This dead of night, this silent hour of

catches hold of her arm. darkness,

Sci. A moment, give me yet a moment's space. Nature for rest ordaind, and soft repose; The stern, the rigid judge has been obey'd; And yet distraction and tumultuous jars, Now nature, and the father, claim their turns. Keep all our frighted citizens awake

I've held the balance with an iron hand, Amidst the gen’ral wreck, see where she stands, And put off ev'ry tender human thought,

[Pointing to Calista. To doom my child to death; but spare my eyes Like Helen, in the night when Troy was sack’d, The most unnat'ral sight, lest their strings crack, Spectatress of the mischief wbich she made. My old brain split, and I grow mad with horror.

Cal. It is Sciolto! Be thyself, my soul, Cal. Ha! is it possible? and is there yet
Be strong to bear his fatal'indignation, Some little, dear remain of love and tenderness
That be might see thou art not lost so far, For poor, undone Calista, in your heart?
But somewhat still of his great spirit lives Sci. Oh! when I think what pleasure I took
In the forlorn Calista.

in thee, Sci. Thou wert once

What joys thou gav'st me in thy prattlinginfancy, My daughter.

Thy sprightly wit, and early blooming beauty; Cal. Happy were it I had dyd,

How have I stood and fed my eyes upon thee, And never lost that name.

Then, lifting up my hands and wond'ring Sci. That's something yet;

bless'd thee; Thou wert the very darling of my age: By my strong grief, my heart ev'n melts withI thought the day too short to gaze upon thee,

in me ; That all the blessings I could gather for thee, 'I could curse nature, and thał tyrant, bonour,

you can.

my

For making me thy father and thy judge; That, were I not abandon'd to destruction, Thou art my daughter still.

With thee I might have liv'd for ages bless'd, Cal. For that kind word,

And died in peace within thy faithful arms. Thus let me fall, thus humbly to the earth,

Enter HORATIO. Weep on your feet, and bless you for this goodness.

Hor. Now mourn indeed, ye miserable pair! Oh! 'tis too much for this offending wretch, For now the measure of your woes is full. This parricide, that murders with her crimes, The great, the good Sciolto dies this moment. Shortens her father's age, and cuts him off, Cal. My father! Ere little more than half his years be number'd. Alt. That's a deadly stroke indeed. Sci. Would it were otherwise — but thou Hor. Not long ago, he privately went forth, must die.

Attended but by few, and those unbidden. Cal. That I must die, it is my only comfort; I heard which way he took, and straight purDeath is the privilege of human nature,

su'd him; And life without it were not worth our taking: But found him compass'd by Lothario's faction, Come then,

Almost alone, amidst a crowd of foes. Thou meagre shade; bere let me breathe my last, Too late we brought him aid, and drove them Charm'd with my father's pity and forgiveness,

back; More than if angels tun'd their golden viols, Ere that, bis frantic valour had provok'd And sung a requiem to my pariing soul. The death he seem'd to wish for from their swords. Sci. I'm summond hence; ere this friends Cal. And dost thou bear me yel, thou paexpect me.

tient earth? There is I know not what of sad presage,

Dost thou not labour with thy murd'rous weight? That tells me I shall never see thee more; And you, ye glitt'ring, heav'nly host of stars, If it be so, this is our last farewell, Hide your fair heads in clouds, or I shall blast you; And these the parting pangs, which nature feels, For I am all contagion, death, and ruin, When anguish rends the heartstrings - Oh, And nature sickens at me. Rest, thou world,

my daughter! [Exit. This parricide shall be thy plague no more; Cal. Now think, thou curs'd Calista, now Thus, thus I set thee free. Stabs herself. behold

Hor. Oh, fatal rashness!
The desolation, horror, blood, and ruin,
Thy crimes and fatal folly spread around,

Enter Sciolto, pale and bloody, supported That loudly cry for vengeance on thy head;

by Servants. Yet hear'n, who knows our weak imperfect Cal. Oh, my heart ! natures,

Well may'st thou fail; for see, the spring that fed How blind with passions, and how prone to evil, Thy vital stream is wasted, and runs low. Makes not too 'strict inquiry for offences, My father! will you now, at last, forgive me, But is aton'd by penitence and pray'r : If,' after all my crimes, and all your suff'rings, Cheap recompense! here 'twould not be receiv'd; I call you once again by that dear name? Nothing but blood can make the expiation, Will you forget my shame, and those wide And cleanse the soul from inbred deep pollution.

wounds? And see, apother injur'd wretch appears, Lift up your hand and bless me, ere I go To call for justice from my tardy hand. Down to my dark abode!

Sci. Alas, my daughter!
Enter ALTAMONT.

Thou hast rashly ventur’d in a stormy sca, All. Hail to you, horrors! hail, thou house Where life, fame, virtue, all' were wreck'd of death!

and lost. And thou, the lovely mistress of these shades, But sure thou hast borne thy part in all the Whose beauty gilds the more than midnight

anguish, darkness,

And smarted with the pain. Then rest in peace : And makes it grateful as the dawn of day:

Let silence and oblivion hide thy name, Oh, take me in, a fellow mournér, with thee, And save thee from the malice of posterity; I'll number groan for groan, and tear for tear; And may'st thou find with heav'n the same And when ihe fountain of thy eyes are dry,

forgiveness, Mine shall supply the stream, and weep for both. As with thy father here.—Die, and be happy. Cal. I know thee well, thou art the injur'd Cal. Celestial sounds! Peace dawns upon

Altamont! Thou com'st to urge me with the wrongs I've And ev'ry pain grows less -Oh, gentle Altamont! done thee;

Think not too hardly of me when I'm gone; But know I stand upon the brink of life, But pity me-İlad I but early known And in a moment mean to set me free Thy wondrous worth, thou excellent young man, From shame and thy upbraiding.

We had been happier both—Now 'tis too late; Alt. Falsely, falsely

And yet my eyes take pleasure to bebold thee; Dost thou accuse me! O, forbid me not Thou art their last dear object-Mercy, heav'n! To mourn thy loss,

[Dies. To wish some better fate had ruld our loves, Sci. Oh, turn thee from that fatal object, And tbat Calista had been mine, and true.

Altamont! Cal. Oh, Altamont! 'tis hard for souls like mine, Come near, and let me bless thee ere I die. Haughty and fierce, to yield they've done amiss! To thee and brave Horatio 1 bequeath But, oh, behold! my proud, disdainful beart My fortunes-Lay me by thy noble father, Bends to thy gentler virtue. Yes, I own, And love my memory as thou hast his; Such is thy truth, thy tenderness, and love, For thou hast been my son-Ob, gracious beav'n!

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