Theft, sacrilege, treason, and parricide, Agnes. And add to these detested suicide, Which, by a crime much less, we may avoid. O. Wilm. How couldst thou form a thought so very damning, So advantageous, so secure, and easy, O. Wilm. No matter which, the less or Howe'er we may deceive ourselves or others, and When in an hour of trial and desertion, O. Wilm. Rest contented: Agnes. Then naught remains, To put thy life and fortune in the hands Shall we effect his death? O. Wilm. Why, what a fiend !- How cruel, how remorseless and impatient Whose wasteful riots ruin'd our estate, His rosy cheeks, spite of my sad presages, O. Wilm. Dry thy tears: I ought not to reproach thee. I confess purpose. The poor, ill-fated, unsuspecting victim, Or I'm deceived, or he pronounced himself He'll never know the loss, Nor feel the bitter pang of disappointment— Is all the happiest of mankind can hope for. Of every joy, and even hope itself, As I have done-Why do I mourn him then? [Exit. SCENE II-A Room, with Young Wilmot asleep upon a Bed, in the Distance. Enter Old Wilmot and Agnes. Agnes. The stranger sleeps at present; but so restless His slumbers seem, they can't continue long. Here, I've secured his dagger. O. Wilm. Oh, Agnes! Agnes! if there be 'Tis just we should expect it. [a hell, [Goes to take the dagger, but lets it fall. Agnes. Shake off this panic, and be more [we determin'd? O. Wilm. What's to be done? On what had Agnes. You're quite dismay'd. yourself. [Takes up the dagger. O. Wilm. Give me the fatal steel. "Tis but a single murder, Necessity, impatience, and despair, [Going the wrong way. Agnes. Where do you go? The street is that way. O. Wilm. True! I had forgot. Agnes. Quite, quite confounded! O. Wilm. Well, I recover.-I shall find the [Retires towards the bed. Agnes. Oh, softly! softly! The least noise undoes us. way. What are we doing? Misery and want woman! What! doth my heart recoil?-O, Wilmot! | Are these the fruits of all thy anxious cares For thy ungrateful parents?- -Cruel fiends! O. Wilm. What whining fool art thou, who wouldst usurp Wilmot ! What pow'r shall I invoke to aid thee, Wilmot! [Scene closes. SCENE III.-Another Room. Enter Charlotte, Eustace, and Randal. Char. What strange neglect! The doors are all unbarr'd, And not a living creature to be seen! Enter Old Wilmot and Agnes. Sir, we are come to give and to receive mean? Why do you look with such amazement on us? What prodigy of horror is disclosing, O. Wilm. Pr'ythee, peace: The miserable damn'd suspend their howling, And the swift orbs are fix'd in deep attention. Rand. What mean these dreadful words, and frantic air! That is the dagger my young master wore. Eust. My mind misgives me. Do not stand to gaze On these dumb phantoms of despair and horror! Let us search further; Randal, show the way. [Exeunt Randal, Eustace, and Charlotte. Agnes. Let life forsake the earth, and light the sun, And death and darkness bury in oblivion Mankind and all their deeds, that no posterity May ever rise to hear our horrid tale, Or view the grave of such detested parricides! O. Wilm. Curses and deprecations are in vain : [course, The sun will shine, and all things have their When we, the curse and burden of the earth, Shall be absorb'd, and mingled with its dust. Our guilt and desolation must be told, From age to age, to teach desponding mortals, How far beyond the reach of human thought Heaven, when incensed, can punish-Die thou first. [Stabs Agnes. I durst not trust thy weakness. But most in this! O. Wilm. I will not long survive thee. With too much rigour, when we meet above. Enter Randal and Eustace. My sovereign right of grief?-Was he thy son? [blood, Say! canst thou show thy hands, reeking with That flow'd, through purer channels, from thy loins? [ocean, Compute the sands that bound the spacious To change the scene, but not relieve his pain. Rand. A dreadful instance of the last reMay all your woes end here! [morse! Ó. Wilm. O would they end A thousand ages hence, I then should suffer [Dies. Rand. Heaven grant they may! 'Tend well the hapless Charlottte, and bear And may thy penitence atone thy crime! hence These bleeding victims of despair and pride; Toll the death-bell! and follow to the grave The wretched parents and ill-fated son. I sat me down, more heavily oppress'd, $54. The first Feats of a young Eagle. Rowe. -So the Eagle, me, You, Sir, have been my study. I have plac'd But first and ever nearest to my heart HAVE I then no tears for thee, my father? Can I forget thy cares, from helpless years Thy tenderness for me? an eye still beam'd With love? A brow that never knew a frown? Nor a harsh word thy tongue? Shall I for these Repay thy stooping venerable age With shame, disquiet, anguish, and dishonor? § 58. Bad Fortune more easily borne than good. Rowe. WITH Such unshaken temper of the soul That bears the thunder of our grandsire Jove, To bear the swelling tide of prosp'rous fortune, In a close lane, as I pursu'd my journey, I spied a wither'd hag, with age grown double, Picking dry sticks, and mumbling to herself; Her eyes with scalding rheum were gall'd and red, Cold palsy shook her head, her hand seem'd wither'd, And on her crooked shoulders had she wrapp'd The tatter'd remnants of an old strip'd hanging, Which serv'd to keep her carcase from the cold: So there was nothing of a piece about her. Her lower weeds were all o'er coarsely patch'd With different color'd rags, black, red, white, yellow, And seem'd to speak variety of wretchedness. $ 64. In what Manner Princes ought to be taught. MALLET. LET truth and virtue be their earliest teachers; Keep from their ear the syren-voice of flattery, Keep from their eye the harlot form of vice, Who spread in every court their silken snares, And charm but to betray. Betimes instruct them, Superior rank demands superior worth; From no one injury of human lot Exempt; but fever'd by the same heat, chill'd By the same cold, torn by the same disease, That scorches, freezes, racks, and kills the beg gar. § 65. True End of Royalty. MALLET. -O WITNESS, Heaven! Whose eye the heart's profoundest depth ex plores, If not to raise anew our English name The good exalted, and depress'd the bad: He spurn'd the flattering crew, with scorn rejected [selves, Their smooth advice, that only means themTheir schemes to aggrandize him into baseness, Well knowing that a people in their rights And industry protected; living safe Beneath the sacred shelter of the laws; Encourag'd in their genius, arts, and labors; And happy each as he himself deserves, Are ne'er ungrateful. With unsparing hand They will for him provide: their filial love And confidence are his unfailing treasury, And every honest man his faithful guard. § 68. The Guilt of bad Kings. MALLET. WHEN those whom Heaven distinguishes o'er millions, And show'rs profusely pow'r and splendor on § 69. The true End of Life. THOMSON. WHO, who would live, my Narva, just to breathe This idle air, and indolently run, § 70. The same. S. JOHNSON. REFLECT that life and death, affecting sounds, Are only varied modes of endless being. $71. A Lion overcome by a Man. LEE. THE prince in a lone court was plac'd, Unarm'd, all but his hands, on which he wore A pair of gantlets. up, At last, the door of an old lion's den Made the sun start, as the spectators thought, cried $73. Virtue the only true Source of Nobility. THOMSON I TELL thee, then, whoe'er amidst the sons And such, in radiant bands, will rise again yon immortal city; that, when most Deprest by fate, and near apparent ruin, Returns, as with an energy divine, On her astonish'd foes, and shakes them from her. |