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world holds not such another wretch. All this last night was meant in friendship; but came too large fortune, this second bounty of Heaven, late. that might have healed our sorrows, and satisfied Char. What mean you, sir? our utmost hopes, in a cursed hour I sold last night. Stuke. The arrest was too late, I say; I would Char, Sold! How sold ?
have kept his hands from blood, but was too late. Mrs Bev. Impossible !-It cannot be !
Mrs Beo. His hands from blood !-Whose Bev. That devil Stukely, with all hell to aid blood ?-Oh, wretch! wretch! him, tempted me to the deed. To pay false debts Stuke. From Lewson's blood. of honour, and to redeem past errors, I sold the Char. No, villain ! Yet what of Lewson? reversion- -Sold it for a scanty sum, and lost Speak quickly. it among villains.
Stuke. You are ignorant then! I thought I Char. Why, farewell all then.
heard the murderer at confession. Beo. Liberty and life-Come, kneel and curse Char. What murderer ?-And who is murderme !
ed ? Not Lewson !-Say he lives, and I'll kneel Mrs Bev. Then hear me, Heaven! (Kneels.] and worship you. Look down with mercy on his sorrows ! Give Stuke. In pity, so I would ; but that the softness to his looks, and quiet to his heart! tongues of all cry murder. I came in pity, not Take from his memory the sense of what is in malice; to save the brother, not kill the sister. past, and cure him of despair ! On me ! on me! Your Lewson's dead. if misery must be the lot of either, multiply mis- Char. O horrible! Why, who has killed him? fortunes! I will bear them patiently, so he is And yet it cannot be. What crime had he comhappy! These hands shall toil for his support ! mitted that he should die? Villain! he lives! he These eyes be lifted up for hourly blessings on lives! and shall revenge these pangs ! him! And every duty of a fond and faithful Mrs Bev. Patience, sweet Charlotte! wife be doubly done to cheer and comfort him ! Char. O, 'tis too much for patience! So hear me! So reward me!
(Rises. Mrs Bed. He comes in pity, he says ! O, exeBeo. I would kneel too, but that offended crable villain! The friend is killed, then, and this Heaven would turn my prayers into curses. What the murderer? have I to ask for! I, who have shook hands with Bev. Silence, I charge you!Proceed, sir. hope? Is it for length of days that I should Stuke. No. Justice may stop the tale—and kneel ! No; my time is limited. Or is it for this here is an evidence. world's blessings upon you and your's? To pour out my heart in wishes for a ruined wife, a child,
Enter Bates. and sister ? Oh, no! for I have done a deed to Bates. The news, I see, has reached you. But make life horrible to you
take comfort, madam. (To CHAR.] There is one Mrs Bed. Why horrible? Is poverty so horri- without inquiring for you. Go to him, and lose ble?:-The real wants of life are few. A little
no time. industry will supply them all-And cheerfulness Char. O misery! misery!
[Erit. will follow-It is the privilege of honest indus- Mrs Ben. Follow her, Jarvis. If it be true try, and we will enjoy it fully,
that Lewson's dead, her grief may kill her. Bev. Never, never--Oh, I have told you but Bates. Jarvis must stay here, madam. I have in part. The irrevocable deed is done.
some questions for him. Mrs Bed. What deed And why do you look Stuke. Rather let him fly. His evidence may so at me!
crush his master. Bev. A deed, that dooms my soul to ven- Bed. Why, ay; this looks like management. geance–That seals your misery here, and mine Butes. He found you quarrelling with Lewson hereafter.
in the streets last night. Mrs Beo. No, no: you have a heart too good Mrs Ben. No; I am sure he did not. for it-Alas! he raves, Charlotte-His looks too Jar. Or if I didterrify me,
-Speak comfort to him—He can have Mrs Bev. It is false, old man--They had no done no deed of wickedness.
quarrel; there was no cause for quarrel. Char. And yet I fear the worst- -What is it, Bev. Let him proceed, I say —Oh! I am brother?
sick! sick! Reach a chair. (He sits doan. Beo. A deed of horror.
Mrs Ber. You droop and tremble, love.Jar. Ask him no questions, madam—This last Your eyes are fixed too
Yet you are innomisfortune has hurt his brain. A little time will cent. If Lewson's dead, you killed him not. give him patience.
Stuke. Who sent for Dawson?
Bates. 'Twas -We have a witness too you Stuke. To give you liberty and safety. There, little think of-Without there! madam, is his discharge. (Giding a paper to Mrs Stuke. What witness? BEVERLEY.) Let him fly this moment. The arrest Bates. A right one. Look at him.
(To BET. Bev. A furnace rages in this heart--I have been Enter LEWSON and CHARLOTTE.
too hasty. Stuke. Lewson! O villains ! villains !
Mrs Beo. Indeed !--O me! O me!-Help, [To BATES and DAWSON. Jarvis ! Fly, fly for help! Your master dies else. Mrs Bev. Risen from the dead! Why, this is -Weep not, but fly!'[Exit Jarvis.] What is unexpected happiness !
this hasty deed ?-Yet do not answer me-My Char. Or is it his ghost? (TO STUKELY.) That fears have guessed. sight would please you, sir,
Bev. Call back the messenger—'Tis not in meJar. What riddle is this?
dicine's power to help me. Bev. Be quick and tell it-My minutes are Mrs Bev. Is it then so ? but few.
Bev. Down, restless flames !-(Laying his hand Mrs Bev. Alas! why so? You shall live long on his heart] down to your native hell—There and happily.
you shall rack memo! for a pause from pain ! Lew. While shame and punishment shall rack Mrs Bev. Help, Charlotte ! Support him, sir! that viper. (Pointing to STUKELY.] The tale is [To LEWson.] This is a killing sight! shortI was too busy in his secrets, and there- Bev. That pang was well-It has numbed my fore doomed to die. Bates, to prevent the mur- senses—Where's my wife?--Can you forgive me, der, undertook it-I kept aloof to give it cre- love? dit.
Mrs Bev. Alas! for what! Char. And give me pangs unutterable.
Bev. [Starling again.) And there's another Lew. I felt them all, and would have told you pang-Now all is quiet-Will you forgive me? -But vengeance wanted ripening. The villain's Mrs Bed. I will tell me for what? scheme was but half executed. The arrest by Bev. For meanly dying. Dawson followed the supposed murder--And Mrs Bev. No- do not say it. now, depending on his once wicked associates, he Bev. As truly as my soul must answer it.comes to fix the guilt on Beverley.
Had Jarvis staid this morning, all had been well. Mrs Bev. Oh execrable wretch !
But pressed by shame-pent in a prison-torBates. Dawson and I are witnesses of this. mented with my pangs for you—driven to desLew. And of a thousand frauds. His fortune pair and madness I took the advantage of his ruined by sharpers and false dice; and Stukely absence, corrupted the poor wretch he left to sole contriver and possessor of all.
guard me, and-swallowed poison. Daw. Had he but stopped on this side murder, Mrs Bev. O fatal deed ! we had been villains still.
Char. Dreadful and cruel! Mrs Ber. Thus Heaven turns evil into gocd; Bev. Ay, most accursed— And now I go to my and, by permitting sin, warns men to virtue. account. This rest from pain brings death; yet
Lew. Yet punishes the instrument. So shall 'tis Heaven's kindness to me. I wished for ease, our laws; though not with death. But death a moment's ease, that cool repentance and conwere mercy. Shame, beggary, and imprisonment, trition might soften vengeance.--Bend me, and unpitied misery, the stings of conscience, and the let me kneel. (They lift him from his chair, and curses of mankind, shall make life hateful to him- support him on his knees.) I'll pray for you too. till at last his own hand end him-How does my Thou power, that mad’st me, hear me! If for a
[To Bev. life of frailty, and this too hasty deed of death, Bev. Why well. Who is he, that asks me? thy justice dooms me, here I acquit the sentence. Mrs Bev. 'Tis Lewson, love-Why do you But if enthroned in mercy where thou sittest, tiny look so at him?
pity has beheld me, send me a gleam of hope; Bev. They told me he was murdered. (Wildly. that, in these last and bitter moinents, my soul Mrs Bev. Ay; but he lives to save us. may taste of comfort ! and for these mourners Ber. Lend me your hand—The room turns here, o ! let their lives be peaceful, and their round.
deaths happy! -Now raise me. · Mrs Bev. O Heaven !
[They lift him to the chair. Lew. This villain here disturbs him. Remove Mrs Bev. Restore him, Heaven! Stretch forth him from his sight~And for your lives see that thy arm omnipotent, and snatch him from the you guard him. (STUKELY is tuken off by DAWSON grave!-O save him! save him ! and Bates.] How is it, sir?
Ber. Alas! that prayer is fruitless. Already Bev. 'Tis here and here. (Pointing to his death has seized me Yet Heaven is gracioushead and heart.] And now it tears me!
I asked for hope, as the bright presage of forMrs Bev. You feel convulsed too~What is it giveness, and like a light, blazing through dark
ness, it came and cheered me - It was all I lived Lew. This sudden turn of joy, perhaps-He for, and now I die. Wants rest too-Last night was dreadful to him. Mrs Bev. Not yet !-Not yet !-Stay but a
little, and I will die too. Char. Ay, never to be cured—Why, brother ! Bev. No; live, I charge you. We have a little
one. Though I have left him, you will not leave Mrs Bev. Preserve him, Heaven !--My love ! him. To Lewson's kindness i bequeath him. Is my life! look at me!--How his eyes flame! not this Charlotte? We have lived in love, though
His brain is giddy.
-0! I fear! I fear!
I have wronged you. Can you forgive me, Char. O wretched sister !- -Speak to her, Lewson lotte ?
Her grief is speechless. Char. Forgive you! O my poor brother! Lew. Remove her from this sight --Go to her,
Bev. Lend me your hand, love-So-raise Jarvis-Lead and support her. Sorrow like hers meNo-- it will not be --My life is finish- forbids complaint--Words are for lighter griefs ed! for a few short moments, to tell you Some ministering angel bring her peace! (JARhow my
heart bleeds for you—That even now, vis and CHARLOTTE lead her off.] And thou, thus dying as I am, dubious and fearful of here poor, breathless corpse, may thy departed soul after, my bosom pang is for your
have found the rest it prayed for! Save but one port her, Heaven - And now I go-0, mercy ! error, and this last fatal deed, thy life was love
(Dies. ly. Let frailer minds take warning; and from Lew. Then all is over---How is it, madam? example learn, that want of prudence is want of -My poor Charlotte too!
Follies, if uncontrouled, of every kind, Enter JARVIS.
Grow into passions, and subdue the mind; Jar. How does my master, madam ? Here is With sense and reason hold superior strife, help at hand-Am I too late then ?
And conquer honour, nature, fame, and life. [Seeing BEVERLEY.
(Excunt ones. Char. Tears ! tears! why fall
BY A FRIEND.
On every gamester of th’ Arabian nation, The smiles and graces are from Britain flowl,
And those bold sluts, for all their queenly pride, You'd rather hold two aces and a maker. Have play'd loose tricks, or else they're much By your example, our poor sex drawn in,
belied. Is guilty of the same unnat'ral sin;
Cards were at first for benefits designed, The study now of every girl of parts,
Sent to amuse, not to enslave the mind. Is how to win your money, not your
hearts. From good to bad how easy the transition ! O! in what sweet, what ravishing delights For what was pleasure once, is now perdition. Our beaux and belles together pass their nights! Fair ladies, then, these wicked gamesters shuna By ardent perturbations kept awake,
Whoever weds one, is, you see, undone. Each views with longing eyes the other's--stake.
Beside his native Thames our poet long Their nation's glory on th' obedient main,
Calm hours of learned leisure ney have giv'n,
Where varied forms of pictured passions rise. In mix'd variety of growth arise.
Revenge and pride their furies first unfold, The copious leaves beneficence diffuse,
By artless virtue fatally contrould. Which on affliction drops restoring dews, Scenes, wrought with gentler pencil, then sucAnd birds of hope among the loaded sprays,
ceed, Tune with enchantment their alluring lays, Where love persuades a faithful wife to bleed; To cheer dependence and th' inactive raise. Where, joined to public cares, domestic woe Rest here, she cried, and smiling Time again Is seen from manly fortitude to flow. May string the lyre, and I approve the strain. But if her colours mock the candid eye At length bis muse from exile he recalls, By spurious tincts, unmixt with nature's dye, Urged by his patrons in Augusta's walls. Ye friendly hands, restrain your fruitless aid, Those generous traders, who alike sustain And with just censure let her labours fade.
Rom. Am. Thou art a stranger to our general's SCENE I.
No pillager, like Catus, but a soldier, Enter BOADICEA, DUMNORIX, Icenians, Tri
To calm and sober discipline inured ; nobantians, and Roman Ambassador.
He would redress, not widen, your complaints. Rom. Am. SUETONIUS, leader of the Roman Dum. Can he restore the violated maid arms,
To her untainted purity and fame? With gentlest greetings to the Icenian queen, Can he persuade inexorable death And Dumnorix, the Trinobantian chief, To yield our slaughtered elders from the grave? Sends health, and proffers friendship. Let the No, nor by soothing tales elude our vengeance. wrongs,
Rom. Am. Yet hear us calmly, ere from yonThe mutual wrongs, sustained by Rome and Bri- der hills tain
You call the legions of imperial Rome, Boud. May stern Andate, war's victorious god. And wake her eagles, which would sleep in peace. dess,
Boad. Begone, and bear defiance to your le Again resign me to your impious rage,
gions. If e'er I blot my sufferings from remembrance; Tell them, I come; that Boadicea comes, If e'er relenting mercy cool my vengeance, Fierce with her wrongs, and terrible in vengeance, Till I have driven you to your utmost shores,
To roll her chariot o'er their firmest ranks, And cast your legions on the crimsoned beach! To mix their soaring eagles with the dust, Your costly dwellings shall be sunk in ashes : And spurn their pride beneath her horses' hoofs. Your fields be ravaged; your aspiring bulwarks Rom. Am. Then be prepared for war. O'erturned, and levelled to the meanest shrub; Boad. We are prepared. Your gaping matrons, and your children's blood, Come from your hills, ye fugitive remains With mingled streams, shall dye the British sword; Of shattered cohorts, by their fear preserved. Your captive warriors, victims at our altars, The embattled nations of our peopled isle, Shall crowd each ten ple's spacious round with Yet fresh from seventy thousand slaughtered Rodeath:
mans, Else may each power, to whom the Druids bend, Shall add yon refuse to the purpled heap. Annul my hopes of conquest and revenge ! And yet amid triumphant desolation, Dum. (To the Ambassador.) You come to of Though flames each Roman colony devour,
fer terms. Stand forth and answer. Though each distracted matron view her infant Did not Prasutagus, her dying lord,
Grasp with its tender hands the piercing spear; On your insatiate emperor bestow
Though your grey fathers to the falchion's edge Half of his rich possessions, vainly deeming
Each feeble head surrender—my revenge The rest might pass unpillaged to his children? Will pine unsated, and my greatness want What did ye then, ye savage sons of rapine? Redress proportioned to a queen's disgrace. You seized the whole inheritance by force; Dum. Go, and report this answer to Suetonius: Laid waste our cities; with the servile scourge Too long have parents' sighs, the cries of orDisgraced a royal matron; you deflowered
phans, Her spotless daughters, stole our noblest youth, And tears of widows, signalized your sway, To serve your pride and luxury in Rome; Since your ambitious Julius first advanced Our priests you butchered, and our hoary elders; His murderous standard on our peaceful shores Profaned our altars, our religious groves, At length, unfettered from his parent sloth, And the base image of your Cæsar thrust The British genius lifts his ponderous hands, Among the gods of Britain ; and, by Heaven ! To hurl, with ruin, his collected wrath, Do you repair to these victorious tents
For all the wrongs a century hath borne, With proffered peace and friendship?
In one black period, on the Roman race. Rom. Am. Yes, to treat,
Rom. Am. Yet, ere we part, your price of rapAs faith, benevolence, and justice dictate. Dum. How shall we treat with those, whose For the two captive Romans. impious hands
Boad. Not the wealth, Ilave rent the sacred bands of mutual trust? Which loads the palaces of sumptuous Rome, How shall we treat with those, whose stony Shall bribe my fury. Hence, and tell your le hearts
gions, Compassion cannot melt, nor shame controul, The hungry ravens, which inhabit round Nor justice awe, nor piety restrain,
chalky cliffs of Albion, shall assemble Nor kindness win, nor gratitude can bind? To feast upon the limbs of these, your captains,