Assisting this base woman, and abetting Her infamy? Sh. Infamy on thy head! Thou tool of power, thou pander to authority! Cat. Convey the men to prison; but for her, J. Sh. I will not part with him—for me !— for me! Oh must he die for me! [Following him as he is carried off-She falls. Sh. Inhuman villains! [Breaks from the guards. Stand off! The agonies of death are on her She pulls, she gripes me hard with her cold hand. J. Sh. Was this blow wanting to compleat my ruin? Oh! let him go, ye ministers of terror. And take my last breath with you. Sh. Oh, my love! "Why have I liv'd to see this bitter moment, "This grief by far surpassing all my former ?" Why dost thou fix thy dying eyes upon me, J. Sh. Forgive me but forgive me! Sh. Be witness for me, ye celestial host, Such mercy and such pardon as my soul Accords to thee, and begs of Heav'n to shew thee; May such befall me at my latest hour, And make my portion blest or curs'd for ever.. 7. Sh. Then all is well, and I shall sleep in peace'Tis very dark, and I have lost you now——— Was there not something I would have bequeath'd you? But I have nothing left me to bestow, Nothing but one sad sigh. Oh! mercy, Heav'n! Bel. There filed the soul, And left her load of misery behind. [Diesa Sh. Oh, my heart's treasure! Is this pale sad vi. sage All that remains of thee?" Are these dead eyes "The light that cheer'd my soul?" Oh, heavy hour! But I will fix my trembling lips to thine, 'Till I am cold and senseless quite, as thou art. What, must we part, then? Fare thee well -will you [To the guards taking him away. [Kissing her. Now execute your tyrant's will, and lead me To bonds, or death, 'tis equally indifferent. Bel. Let those, who view this sad example, know, What fate attends the broken marriage vow; And teach their children, in succeeding times, No common vengeance waits upon these crimes, . When such severe repentance could not save From want, from shame, and an untimely grave. [Exeunt omnes. EPILOGUE. YE modest matrons all, ye virtuous wives, Whimper'd-and cry'd-" Sweet Sir, I'm sorry for't." I fancy one might find in this good town, You!-lords and masters!—was not that some merit? Well, peace be with her, she did wrong most surely; There are more ways of wickedness than one. If the reforming stage should fall to shaming That if the woman was not quite so good, THE END. |