ACT V. SCENE I. Enter PRIULI. Priu. Why, cruel heav'n, have my unhappy days But then, my only child, my daughter, wedded; Enter BELVIDERA in a long mourning Veil. Belv. He's there, my father, my inhuman father, And cruel ruin- -Oh! --- Priu. What child of sorrow Art thou, that com'st thus wrapp'd in weeds of sadness, And mov'st as if thy steps were towards a grave? Belv. A wretch, who from the very top of happiness, Am fall'n into the lowest depths of misery, And want your pitying hand to raise me up again, Priu. Indeed thou talk'st as thou hadst tasted sorrows; Would I could help thee. Belv. "Tis greatly in your power, The world, too, speaks you charitable; and I, Am come a begging to you, sir. Priu. For what? Belv. Oh, well regard me; is this voice a strange one? Consider too, when beggars once pretend A case like mine, no little will content them. Priu. What would'st thou beg for? Belv. Pity and forgiveness. [Throws up her Veil. By the kind tender names of child and father, Hear my complaints, and take me to Priu. My daughter! your love. Belv. Yes, your daughter, by a mother The lineaments of her's you've kiss'd so often, Belv. Yes and you've oft told me With smiles of love, and chaste paternal kisses, Priu. Oh! Hadst thou inherited her matchless virtues, Belv. Nay, do not call to memory My disobedience, but let pity enter Into your heart, and quite deface th' impression. From the black gather'd storm, that's just, just breaking, Priu. Don't talk thus. Belv. Yes, I must, and you must hear too. I have a husband. Priu. Damn him. Belv. Oh! do not curse him; He would not speak so hard a word towards you Belv. Oh, there's but this short moment Belv. Lay me, I beg you, lay me She would have pitied me, had fate yet spar'd her. Priu. By heav'n, my aching heart forebodes much mischief. Tell me thy story, for I'm still thy father. Belv. No, I'm contented. Priu. Speak. Belv. No matter. Priu. Tell me. By yon blest heav'n, my heart runs o'er with fondness. Belv. Oh! Priu. Utter't. Belv. Oh, my husband, my dear husband Belv. Yes, kill me. When he pass'd his faith |