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J. Sh. To thy hand
I trusted all; gave my whole store to thee,
And all the smiling cringing train of courtiers,
J. Sh. Oh! for mercy!
Alic. Mercy! I know it not-for I am miserable.
'Tis fall'n, 'tis here! I felt it on my brain!
Alic. Let her take my counsel:
Why should'st thou be a wretch? Stab, tear thy
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;
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,
I can no more, [Lies down.] receive me, thou cold earth,
Thou common parent, take me to thy bosom,
Bel. Upon the ground!
Thy miseries can never lay thee lower,
Look up, thou poor afflicted one! thou mourner,
"For sure thou art the sister of our loves,
J. Sh. Ah, Belmoyr! where indeed? They stand
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.
Bel. Yet raise thy drooping head; for I am come
J. Sh. Dumont! Ha! where!
[Raising herself, and looking about.
Bel. He has; but see→→→→→
He comes unlike to that Dumont you knew,
7. Sh. Speak, tell me! Which is he? And ho what would
This dreadful vision! See it comes upon me—
Sh. She faints! support her!
"Sustain her head, while I infuse this cordial "Into her dying lips-from spicy drugs, "Rich herbs and flow'rs, the potent juice is drawn ; "With wond'rous force it strikes the lazy spirits, "Drives them around, and wakens life anew."
Bel. Her weakness could not bear the strong surprize.
But see, she stirrs! And the returning blood
Sh. So-gently raise her
7. Sh. Ha! What art thou? Belmour! Bel. How fare you, lady?
J. Sh. My heart is thrill'd with horror
Bel. Be of courage
[Raising her up.
Your husband lives! 'tis he, my worthiest friend7. Sh. Still art thou there!-Still dost thou hover round me!
Oh, save me, Belmour, from his angry shade!
Oh that my eyes could shut him out for ever-
J. Sh. Oh! thou most injur'd-dost thou live, indeed!
Fall then, ye mountains, on my guilty head;
Cast thy black veil upon my shame, O night!
Why thus indulge thy fears? and in despair,
With tender joy, with fond forgiving love,
"J. Sh. No, arm thy brow with vengeance and
"The minister of Heaven's inquiring justice.
"Sh. The measure of my sorrows is compleat!
"Nor proud oppression grind thy humble soul.
"J. Sh. Art thou not risen by miracle from death? "Thy shroud is fall'n from off thee, and the grave "Was bid to give thee up, that thou might'st come "The messenger of grace and goodness to me, "To seal my peace, and bless me e'er I go.