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Fast falling on her hands, which thus she wrung-
Bel. Alas, for pity! Oh! those speaking tears! Could they be false? Did she not suffer with you? For though the king by force possess'd her person, Her unconsenting heart dwelt still with you; If all her former woes were not enough,
Look on her now; behold her where she wanders,
With no one hand to help; and tell me then,
Dum. And can she bear it? Can that delicate frame Endure the beating of a storm so rude?
Can she, for whom the various seasons chang'd
Intreat for bread, and want the needful raiment,
Where piercing winds blow sharp, and the chill rain
Dum. Here let us then divide; each in his round To search her sorrows out; whose hap it is First to behold her, this way let him lead Her fainting steps, and meet we here together. [Exeunt. Enter JANE SHORE, her hair hanging loose on her shoulders, and bare-footed.
J. Sh. Yet, yet endure, nor murmur, oh, my soul ! For are not thy transgressions great and numberless? Do they not cover thee like rising floods, And press thee like a weight of waters down? "Does not the hand of righteousness afflict thee? "And who shall plead against it? Who shall say "To pow'r almighty, thou hast done enough ; "Or bid his dreadful rod of vengeance stay?" Wait then with patience, till the circling hours Shall bring the time of thy appointed rest,
And lay thee down in death. "The hireling thus "With labour drudges out the painful day, "And often looks with long expecting eyes "To see the shadows rise, and be dismiss'd." And hark, methinks the roar that late pursu'd me, Sinks like the murmurs of a falling wind, And softens into silence. Does revenge
And malice then grow weary, and forsake me?
I'll steal a little succour from her goodness,
Enter a Servant.
Is your lady,
My gentle friend, at home! Oh! bring me to her. [Going in.
Ser. Hold, mistress, whither would you?
[Pulling her back.
7. Sh. Do you not know me?
Ser. I know you well, and know my orders, too:
You must not enter here
7. Sh. Tell my Alicia, 'Tis I would see her.
Ser. She is ill at ease, And will admit no visitor. J. Sh. But tell her
'Tis I, her friend, the partner of her heart,
Wait at the door and beg
Ser. 'Tis all in vain,
Go hence, and howl to those that will regard you.
[She sits down at the door.
Enter ALICIA in disorder, two Servants following.
Hangs on my door; whose hateful whine of woe
J. Sh. A very beggar, and a wretch, indeed;
A draught of water and a little bread.
Alic. And dost thou come to me, to me for bread?
I know thee not-Go-hunt for it abroad,
Where wanton hands upon the earth have scatter'd it,
J. Sh. And yet there was a time, when my Alicia
"When pair'd like turtles, we were still together;
She lov'd me more than all the world besides.
Alic. Ha! say'st thou! Let me look upon thee well
'Tis true-I know thee now-A mischief on thee!
That set my brain a madding. Thou hast robb'd me;
See his pale bloody head shoots glaring by me ! "Give me him back again, thou soft deluder, "Thou beauteous witch."
J. Sh. Alas! I never wrong'd you— "Oh! then be good to me; have pity on me; "Thou never knew'st the bitterness of want, "And may'st nou never know it. Oh! bestow "Some poor remain, the voiding of thy table, "A morsel to support my famish'd soul."
Alic. Avaunt! and come not near me