JANE SHORE.

Alic. Thou ar
art that fatal fair that cursed she.
That set my brain a madding.

Fufili pinx!

London. Printed for J.Bell, British Library, Strand, Sept.21791.

J. Sh. To thy hand

I trusted all; gave my whole store to thee,
Nor do I ask it back; allow me but

The smallest pittance, give me but to eat,

Lest I fall down and perish here before thee.

Alic. Nay! tell not me! Where is thy king, thy
Edward,

And all the smiling cringing train of courtiers,
That bent the knee before thee?

J. Sh. Oh for mercy!

Alic. Mercy! I know it not-for I am miserable. I'll give thee misery, for here she dwells;

This is her house, where the sun never dawns,
The bird of night sits screaming o'er the roof,
Grim spectres sweep along the horrid gloom,
And nought is heard but wailings and lamentings.
Hark! something cracks above! it shakes, it totters!
And see, the nodding ruin falls to crush me !
'Tis fall'n, 'tis here! I felt it on my brain!
"1 Ser. This sight disorders her-

2 Ser. Retire, dear lady

"And leave this woman".

Alic. Let her take my counsel:

Why should'st thou be a wretch? Stab, tear thy heart,

And rid thyself of this detested being,

I wo'not linger long behind thee here.

A waving flood of bluish fire swells o'er me;
And now 'tis out, and I am drown'd in blood.

Ha! what art thou thou horrid headless trunk?

It is my Hastings! see he wafts me on!
Away! I go, I fly! I follow thee!

"But come not thou with mischief-making beauty
"To interpose between us, look not on him,
"Give thy fond arts and thy delusions o'er,
"For thou shalt never, never part us more.

[She runs off, her Servants following.

7. Sh. Alas! she raves; her brain, I fear is turn'd. In mercy look upon her, gracious Heav'n,

Nor visit her for any wrong to me.

Sure I am near upon my journey's end;

My head runs round, my eyes begin to fail,
And dancing shadows swim before my sight.

I can no more, [Lies down.] receive me, thou cold earth,

Thou common parent, take me to thy bosom,

And let me rest with thee.

Enter BELMOUR.

Bel. Upon the ground!

Thy miseries can never lay thee lower,
Look up, thou poor afflicted one! thoù mourner,
Whom none has comforted! Where are thy friends,
The dear companions of thy joyful days,

Whose hearts thy warm prosperity made glad,
Whose arms were taught to grow like ivy round thee,
And bind thee to their bosoms ?-Thus with thee,
Thus let us live, and let us die, they said,

"For sure thou art the sister of our loves,

"And nothing shall divide us"-Now where are they?

J. Sh. Ah, Belmour! where indeed? They stand

aloof,

And view my desolation from afar?

"When they pass by, they shake their heads in scorn, "And cry, behold the harlot and her end!" And yet thy goodness turns aside to pity me. Alas! there may be danger; get thee gone? Let me not pull a ruin on thy head. Leave me to die alone, for I am fall'n

Never to rise, and all relief is vain.

Bel. Yet raise thy drooping head; for I am come To chase away despair. Behold! where yonder That honest man, that faithful, brave Dumont, Is hasting to thy aid

J. Sh. Dumont! Ha! where !

[Raising herself, and looking about. Then Heav'n has heard my pray'r; his very name Renews the springs of life, and cheers my soul. Has he then 'scap'd the snare?

Bel. He has; but see

He comes unlike to that Dumont you knew,
For now he wears your better angel's form,

And comes to visit you

with peace and pardon.

Enter SHORE.

J. Sh. Speak, tell me! Which is he? And hol

what would

This dreadful vision! See it comes upon me

It is my husband- -Ahl

Sh. She faints! support her!

H

[She swooons.