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Could wrong thy poor defenceless innocence,
Lav. My brother! Oh, my heart is full of fears;
300 Lav. Hal by my joys, 'tis he! [Looking out' He lives, he comes to bless me, he is safe!
· Enter Horatio, with two or three Servants, their swords
drawn. 1st Ser. 'Twere at the utmost hazard of your life To venture forth again, till we are stronger :
Their number trebles ours. · Hor. No matter, let it;
Death is not half so shocking as that traitor.
Alt. Open, thou earth;
Hor. Oh, Lavinia ! .
" Alt. I have mark'd him, “ To see if one forgiving glance stole hither; “ If any spark of friendship were alive, “ That would by sympathy at meeting glow, “ And strive to kindle up the flame a-new; “ 'Tis lost, 'tis gone; his soul is quite estrang'd, “ And knows me for its counterpart no more.
" Hor. Thou know'st thy rule, thy empire in Ho• ratio ; 66 Nor canst thou ask in vain, command in vain, " Where nature, reason, nay, where love is judge ; “ But when you urge my temper to comply " With what it most abhors, I cannot do it. “ Lav. Where didst thou get this sullen gloomy
hate? “ It was not in thy nature to be thus;
340 “ Come, put it off, and let thy heart be cheerful, “ Be gày again, and know the joys of friendship, " The trust, security, and mutual tenderness,
“ The double joys, where each is glad for both;
Hor. I am not apt to take a light offence.
Alt. Thou hast forgot me.
Alt. Why are thy eyes
Hor. Because they speak the meaning of my heart; Because they're honest, and disdain a villain.
Alt. I've wrong'd thee much, Horatio.
Hor. True, thou hast. When I forget it, may I be a wretch, Vile as thyself, a false perfidious fellow, An infamous, believing, British husband. Alt. I've wrongd thee much, and Heav'n has well
aveng'd it. I have not, since we parted, been at peace, Nor known one joy sincere ; “our broken friendship “ Pursu'd me to the last retreat of love, “ Stood glaring like a ghost, and made me cold with
horror. “ Misfortunes on misfortunes press upon me, “ Swell o'er my head like waves, and dash me down; “ Sorrow, remorse, and shame, have torn my soul?
“ They hang, like winter, on my youthful hopes, “ And blast the spring and promise of my year." .
Lav. “ So flow'rs are gather'd to adorn a grave, " To lose their freshness amongst bones and rottenness, « And have their odours stified in the dust.”. Canst thou hear this, thou cruel, hard Horatio ? Canst thou behold thy Altamont undone ? “ That gentle, that dear youth! canst thou behold
him," His poor heart broken, death in his pale visage, 380 And groaning out his woes, yet stand unmov'd ?
Hor. The brave and wise I pity in misfortune ;
Alt. I wo'not ask thee
Hor. I must hear no more,
Lav. Where would'st thou go?
But I will throw my body in thy way,
Alt. Urge not in vain thy pious suit, Lavinia,
[Falls. [Lavinia runs to him, and endeavors to raise him. “ Lav. Speak to me, Altamont. “ He faints! he dies! Now, turn and see thy triumph! “ My brother! But our cares shall end together; “ Here will I lay me down by thy dear side, “ Bemoan thy too hard fate, then share it with thee, “ And never see my cruel lord again."
[Horatio runs to Altamont, and raises him in
his arms. Hor. It is too much to bear! Look up, my Alta
mont My stubborn, unrelenting heart has kill'd him. “ Look up and bless me; tell me that thou liv'st. “ Oh! I have urg'd thy gentleness too far;
[He revives. “ Do thou and my Lavinia both forgive me; 420 A flood of tenderness comes o’er my soul; I cannot speak—I love, forgive, and pity theeAlt. I thought that nothing cou'd have stay'd my
soul; That long ere this her fight had reach'd the stars ;