Why dost thou fix thy dying eyes upon me, J. Sh. Forgive me!—but forgive me! And make my portion blest or curs'd for ever. 7. Sh. Then all is well, and I shall sleep in peace→→→ 'Tis very dark, and I have lost you now Was there not something I would have bequeath'd you? But I have nothing left me to bestow, Nothing but one sad sigh. Oh! mercy, Heav'n! Bel. There filed the soul, And left her load of misery behind. [Dies Sh. Oh, my heart's treasure! Is this pale sad vi sage All that remains of thee? "Are these dead eyes "The light that cheer'd my soul?" Oh, heavy hour! But I will fix my trembling lips to thine, 'Till I am cold and senseless quite, as thou art. What, must we part, then? Fare thee well -will you [To the guards taking him away. [Kissing her. Now execute your tyrant's will, and lead me To bonds, or death, 'tis equally indifferent. Bel. Let those, who view this sad example, know, What fate attends the broken marriage vow ; And teach their children, in succeeding times, No common vengeance waits upon these crimes, When such severe repentance could not save From want, from shame, and an untimely grave. [Exeunt omnes. EPILOGUE. YE modest matrons all, je virtuous wives, I fancy one might find in this good town, You!-lords and masters !-was not that some merit? allow it to be virtuous bearing, Don't you When we submit thus to your domineering? Well, peace be with her, she did wrong most surely; But so do many more who look demurely. Nor shou'd our mourning madam weep alone, There are more ways of wickedness than one. If the reforming stage should fall to shaming THE END. |