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Where innocence is sham'd, and blushing modesty
lorn, Of friends, and all the means of life bereft? Dum. Belmour, whose friendly care still wakes to
7. Sh. Can there be so much happiness in store !
Dum. Will you then go! You glad my very soul. Banish your fears, cast all your cares on me; Plenty and ease, and peace of mind shall wait you, And make your latter days of life most happy. Oh, lady! but I must not, cannot tell you, How anxious I have been for all your dangers, And how my heart rejoices at your safety. So when the spring renews the flow'ry field, And warns the pregnant nightingale to build, She seeks the safest shelter of the wood, Where she may trust her little tunetul brood; Where no rude swains her shady cell may know, No serpents climb, nor blasting winds may blow; Fond of the chosen place, she views it o'er, Sits there, and wanders thro' the grove no more; Warbling she charms it each returning night, And loves it with a mother's dear delight. [Exeunt:
ACT III. SCENE 1.
Enter ALICIA, with a paper.
And fix it on his own. I know he holds
ing, Now my chang'd eyes are blasted with her beauty, Loath that known face, and sicken to behold her,
Enter JANE SHORE. “ 7. Sh. Now whither shall I fly to find relief? " What charitable hand will aid me now ? “ Will stay my falling steps, support my ruins, “ And heal my wounded mind with balmy comforti" Oh, my Alicial
Alic. What new grief is this di
7. Sh. Oh, Dumont!
7. Sh. That friendly, honest man, Whom Belmour brought of late to my assistance, On whose kind care, whose diligence and faith,
My surest trust was built, this very morn
Alic. To prison, said you! Can you guess the cause
7. Sh. Too well, I fear. His bold defence of me Has drawn the vengeance of Lord Hastings on him.
Alic. Lord Hastings! Ha!
7. Sh. Some fitter time must tell thee
[She gives the paper to Alicia, who opens and
seems to read it. Alic. [ Aside.] Now for a wile, To sting my thoughtless rival to the heart; To blast her fatal beauties, and divide her For ever from my perjur'd Hastings' eyes : " The wanderer may then look back to me, “ And turn to his forsaken home again;" Their fashions are the same, it cannot fail.
[Pulling out the other paper. 7. Sh. But see the great protector comes this way, " Attended by a train of waiting courtiers." Give me the paper, friend. Alic. [ Aside.] For love and vengeance!
[She gives her the other paper. Enter the Duke of Gloster, Sir RICHARD RAT. CLIFFe, Catesby, Courtiers, and other attendants. 3. Sh. [Kneeling.] Oh, noble Gloster, turn thy gra
cious eye, Incline thy pitying ear to my complaint, A poor, undone, forsaken, helpless woman, Intreats a little bread for charity, To feed her wants, and save her life from perishing. Glost. Arise, fair dame, and dry your wat'ry eyes.
[Receiving the paper, and raising her. Beshrew me, but 'twere pity of his heart . That could refuse a boon to such a suitress. Y’have got a noble friend to be your advocate; A worthy and right gentle lord he is, And to his trust most true. This present Now Some matters of the state detain our leisure ; Those once dispatch'd, we'll call for you anon, And give your griefs redress. Go to! be comforted. 7. Sh. Good Heav'ns repay your highness for this
pity, And show'r down blessings on your princely head. Come, my Alicia, reach thy friendly arm, And help me to support this feeble frame, That nodding totters with oppressive woe, And sinks beneath its load. [Exeunt J. Sh. and Alic,
Glost. Now by my holidame! Heavy of heart she seems, and sore afflicted. But thus it is when rude calamity Lays its strong gripe upon these mincing minions;