Agn. 'Tis less impiety, less against nature, To take another's life, than end our own. O. Wilm. No matter which, the less or greater crime: Howe'er we may deceive ourselves or others, Or none could act amiss: and that all err, For our own preservation. O. Wilm. Rest contented: Agn. Then nought remains But the swift execution of a deed, That is not to be thought on, or delayed— O. Wilm. Generous unhappy man! O! what could move thee To put thy life and fortune in the hands Shall we effect his death? O. Wilm. Why, what a fiend! How cruel, how remorseless and impatient Agn. Barbarous man! Whose wasteful riots ruined our estate, And drove our son, ere the first down had spread His rosy cheeks, spite of my sad presages, Earnest intreaties, agonies, and tears, To seek his bread amongst strangers, and to perish In some remote, inhospitable land; The loveliest youth, in person and in mind, O. Wilm. Dry thy tears: I ought not to reproach thee. I confess That thou hast suffered much: So have we both. But chide no more; I am wrought up to thy purpose. The poor, ill-fated, unsuspecting victim, And bring me word, if he be still asleep. [Exit Agnes. Or I'm deceived, or he pronounced himself He'll never know the loss, Nor feel the bitter pangs of disappointment— Is all the happiest of mankind can hope for. Enter AGNES with YOUNG WILMOT's dagger. restless His slumbers seem, they can't continue long. O. Wilm. O Agnes! Agnes! if there be a hell, 'Tis just we should expect it. [Goes to take the dagger, but lets it full. Agn. Shake off this panic, and be more yourself! O. Wilm. What's to be done? On what had we determined? Agn. You're quite dismayed. [Takes up the dagger. O. Wilm. Give me the fatal steel, 'Tis but a single murder, Necessity, impatience, and despair, | The three wide mouths of that true Cerberus, [Going the wrong way. Agn. Where do you go? O. Wilm. True! I had forgot. O. Wilm. Well, I recover. I shall find the [Exit. Agn. O softly! softly! The least noise un way. does us. Enter CHARLOTTE, EUSTACE, and RANDAL. Char. What strange neglect! The doors are all unbarred, And not a living creature to be seen! Enter Old WILMOT and AGNES. Char. Sir, we are come to give and to receive A thousand greetings-Ha! what can this mean! Why do you look with such amazement on us? Are these your transports for your son's return? Where is my Wilmot?-Has he not been here? Would he defer your happiness so long, Or could a habit so disguise your son, That you refused to own him? Agn. Heard you that? What prodigy of horror is disclosing, O. Wilm. Prithee, peace! The miserable damned suspend their howling, And the swift orbs are fixed in deep attention. Rand. What mean these dreadful words, and frantic air! That is the dagger my young master wore. Eust. My mind misgives me. Do not stand to gaze On these dumb phantoms of despair and horror! Let us search further; Randal, shew the way. [Exeunt. Agn. Let life forsake the earth, and light the sun, And death and darkness bury in oblivion course, When we, the curse and burden of the earth, I durst not trust thy weakness. Agn. Ever kind, But most in this! O. Wilm. I will not long survive thee. Enter RANDAL and EUSTACE. Eust. O Wilmot! Wilmot ! Are these the fruits of all thy anxious cares For thy ungrateful parents?- -Cruel fiends! O. Wilm. What whining fool art thou, who would'st usurp My sovereign right of grief!-Was he thy son?Say! Canst thou shew thy hands reeking with blood, That flowed, through purer channels, from thy loins? Compute the sands that bound the spacious ocean, To change the scene, but not relieve his pain! Ó. Wilm. O would they end A thousand ages hence, I then should suffer [Dies. SCENE I.-The street before ARDEN's door. Enter MOSBY. Mos. THE morning's dark, and horrid as my purpose. Thrice have my snares been laid for Arden's life, Some fancied right. Michael, the trencher favourite, A bastard, bred of Arden's charity, And, on that trust presuming, loves my sister- Maria is his price. I've placed her here, She could deny me nothing. This to try. SCENE II-A chamber. Enter ARDEN in his night-gown. Ard. Unhappy Arden, whither canst thou wan der To lay thy heavy load of sorrows down! Would sell her free estate for marriage bonds? Ard. To stop my just reproach, Art thou the first to tax the marriage state? Alic. Are you not jealous? do you not give ear To vain surmises and malicious tongues, That hourly wound my yet untainted fame? Ard. And wouldst thou make me author of the shame, Thy guilt has brought on us!-I'll bear no longer. The traitor Mosby, cursed, detested Mosby, Shall render an account for both your crimes. Alic. What do I hear! Ard. The base mechanic slave Shall answer with his blood. Alic. O hear me speak! [Aside. Ard. No, I am deaf: As thou hast ever been To fame, to virtue, and my just complaints. Alic. Thus on my knees Ard. Adultress! dost thou kneel And weep, and pray, and bend thy stubborn heart (Stubborn to me) to sue for him? Away! Away this instant, lest I kill thee too. [Recovering himself. No-not the hell, thou hast kindled in this bosom, Shall make me shed thy blood. Alic. I do not hope it. Ard. For me, be as immortal as thy shame. O Arden, blend compassion with your rage, Ard. Not for my sake Are all thy tears; then had you felt them sooner; Plead not the ruin you have made; but say, VOL. I. Why have you driven me to these extremes? Why sacrificed my peace, and your own fame, By corresponding with a menial slave? Alic. Thou canst not think, that I have wronged thy bed? Ard. Would I could not! But now, as you lay slumbering by my side, And question, if the dark and silent night Which glowed, adultress! with infernal heat ; Alic. A dream indeed, if I e'er called on him. Ard. Thy guilty dreams betray thy waking thoughts. Alic. I know I'm simple, thoughtless, and un guarded; And what is carelessness you construe guilt. Ard. But such a dream! Alic. Yet was it but a dream, Which, though I not remember, I abhor, And mourn with tears, because it gives you pain. Arden, you do not wish me innocent, Or on suspicions could you doom me guilty? Ard. Not wish thee innocent! do sinking ma riners, When struggling with the raging seas for life, Wish the assistance of some friendly plank? 'Tis that, and that alone, can bring me comfort. Alic. O jealousy! thou fierce remorseless fiend, Degenerate, most unnatural child of love! How shall I chase thee from my Arden's bosom? Ard. There is a way, an easy way, Alicia. Alic. O name it-speak. Ard. What's past may be forgotten. Your future conduct Alic. You distract me, Arden. Say, how shall I convince you of my truth? Ard. I ask but this: never see Mosby more! [He starts. By Heaven, she's dumb! Alic. O how shall I conceal My own confusion, and elude his rage? [Aside. Ard. Thou'rt lost, Alicia!-lost to me-and Heaven. Alic. Indeed I'm lost, if you unkindly doubt me. 30 Alic. That always was your own. Alic. Thou canst say nothing.-Get thee from my sight! Yet stay-no matter. I'll myself go seek him. [Exeunt Alicia and Servant. Mar. Where reason is, can passion thus prevail? [Exit Maria. SCENE III-A parlour in ARDEN's house. Enter ALICIA, meeting MOSBY, Alic. Mosby, that brow befits our wayward fate. The evil hour, long feared, is fallen upon us, Ard. Thou flatterer-then whence this cruel And we shall sink beneath it. Do not frown— strife? Still art thou cold: nor warm are thy embraces, Nor sparkle in thine eyes the fires of love: Alic. Indeed you fright me. Ard. 'Tis possible Alic. What? Ard. That thou may'st yet deceive me. Ard. Both perhaps are so. But, if thou ever lov'dst, thou'lt not despise me, And wilt forgive me, if indeed I've wronged thee, As I've forgiven thee-Pity, I'm sure, I need. [Exit Arden. Alic. Thou hast it, Arden, even from her, that wrongs thee. All, all shall pity thee, and curse Alicia. Serv. Madam, your brother Mosby- Serv. He waits below. Alic. O haste, and lead me to him! Serv. Madam, he but desires to see his sister. Alic. His sister! what! did he not ask for me? Mar. Perhaps If you're unkind, to whom shall I complain? Alic. Insult not, Mosby: You were the first dear object of my love; Mos. Therefore you kindly chose to wed ano ther. Alic. Reproach me not with what I deemed my duty. Oh! had I thought I could assume the name, I would have died ere given my hand to Arden. Alic. No, no, I gave him nothing: Words without truth-an hand without a heart! But he has found the fraud; the slumbering lion At length hath roused himself. Mos. And I must fall The victim Alic. No; he knows not yet his wrongs. Alic. That, that's my greatest fear. Mos. Then, branded with a strumpet's hated name, The cause abhorred of shame, of blood, and ruin, Scorning a weakness which they never knew, Alic. Pray, give me leave-looks he in health? To drive me to despair. Fain would I hope Serv. He seems in health. Alic. Here, and not ask for me! Seems he or angry then, or melancholy? Answer me, stock, stone. Serv. Truly I can't say. Mos. You may, and be deceived. For me, I know My fate resolved-and thee the instrument, The willing instrument, of Mosby's ruin! |