7. Sh. Ah, Belmour! where indeed? They stand aloof, nd view my desolation from afar} When they pass by, they shake their heads in scorn, nd yet thy goodness turns aside to pity me. Bel. Yet raise thy drooping head; for I am come o chase away despair. Behold! where yonder hat honest man, that faithful, brave Dumont, hasting to thy aid J. Sh. Dumont! Ha! where ! [Raising herself, and looking about. "hen Heav'n has heard my pray`r; his very name Renews the springs of life, and cheers my soul. Has he then 'scap'd the snare ? Bel. He has; but see He comes unlike to that Dumont you knew, Enter SHORE. J. Sh. Speak, tell me! Which is he? And hot what would This dreadful vision! See it comes upon me It is my husband- -Ahl Sh. She faints! support her! H [She swooons. "Sustain her head, while I infuse this cordial But see, she stirrs! And the returning blood Sh. So-gently raise her— [Raising her up. 7. Sh. Ha! What art thou? Belmour! J. Sh. My heart is thrill'd with horror Bel. Be of courage 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! Bel. 'Tis he himself!-he lives! look up7. Sh. I dare not! Oh! that my eyes could shut him out for ever Sh. Am I so hateful, then, so deadly to thee, To blast thy eyes with horror? Since I'm grown A burthen to the world, myself, and thee, Wou'd I had ne'er surviv'd to see thee more. J. Sh. Oh! thou most injur'd-dost thou live, in deed! Fall then, ye mountains, on my guilty head; Hide me, ye rocks, within your secret caverns; Cast thy black veil upon my shame, O night! Sh. Why dost thou turn away?Why tremble thus ? Why thus indulge thy fears? and in despair, "J. Sh. No, arm thy brow with vengeance and appear "The minister of Heaven's inquiring justice. "Sh. The measure of my sorrows is compleat! "And I am come to snatch thee from injustice. "The hand of pow'r no more shall crush thy weak ness, "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. "Oh! let me then fall down beneath thy feet, "And weep my gratitude for ever there; "Give me your drops, ye soft descending rains, "Give me your streams, ye never ceasing springs, "That my sad eyes may still supply my duty, "And feed an everlasting flood of sorrow. "Sh. Waste not thy feeble spirits-I have long "Beheld, unknown, thy mourning and repentance; "Therefore my heart has set aside the past, "And holds thee white, as unoffending innocence: "Therefore in spite of cruel Gloster's rage, "Soon as my friend had broke my prison doors, "I flew to thy assistance." Let us haste, Now while occasion seems to smile upon us, Forsake this place of shame, and find a shelter. J. Sh. What shall I say to you? But I obeySh. Lean on my arm→→→ 7. Sh. Alas! I'm wond'rous faint: But that's not strange, I have not eat these three days. Sh. Oh, merciless! "Look here, my love, I've brought thee "Some rich conserves "J. Sh. How can you be so good? “But you were ever thus. I well remember "With what fond care, what diligence of love, "You lavish'd out your wealth to buy me plea 66 sures, Preventing every wish: have you forgot "The costly string of pearl you brought me home, "And ty'd about my neck? you? How could I leave "Sh. Taste some of this, or this "J. Sh. You're strangely alter'd "Say, gentle Belmour, is he not? How pale "Your visage is become? Your eyes are hollow; "Nay, you are wrinkled too- -Alas, the day! "My wretchedness has cost you many a tear, "And many a bitter pang, since last we parted. "Sh. No more of that-Thou talk'st, but do'st not eat. "J. Sh. My feeble jaws forget their common office, "My tasteless tongue cleaves to the clammy roof, "And now a gen'ral loathing grows upon me." Oh! I am sick at heart! Sh. Thou murd'rous sorrow! Wo't thou still drink her blood, pursue her still! Enter CATESBY, with a guard. Cat. Seize on 'em both, as traitors to the stateBel. What means this violence? [Guards lay held on Shore and Belmour. Cat. Have we not found you, In scorn of the protector's strict command, |