I have no part in any good man's love, I fade and wither in my own esteem, This earth holds not alive so poor a thing as I am. Margaret.-Thou noble nature, Which, lion-like, didst awe the inferior creature, (Weeps.) My dear heart's lord, life's pride, soul-honour'd John! Your favourite, once-beloved Margaret, kneels. John.-What wouldst thou, lady, ever-honour'd Margaret? Margaret. That John would think more nobly of himself, More worthily of high Heaven; And not for one misfortune, child of chance, (Which end hath happily not been frustrate quite,) John.-Excellent lady, Whose suit hath drawn this softness from my eyes And pray for the peace of our unquiet minds? Margaret.-That I will, John. SCENE-An inner Apartment. [Exeunt John is discovered kneeling.-Margaret standing over him. John-(rises) I cannot bear To see you waste that youth and excellent beauty, ("Tis now the golden time of the day with you,) In tending such a broken wretch as I am. Margaret.-John will break Margaret's heart, if he speak so Oh, sir, sir, sir, you are too melancholy, And I must call it caprice. I am somewhat bold John.-They are gone. Mark, love, how cheerfully I speak! John.-Yet tell me if I over-act my mirth; I will be mistress of your humours, And you shall frown or smile by the book. Cry," this shows well, but that inclines to levity;" John.-How sweetly Margaret robs me of myself! And all my maidens gave my heart for lost. I was a young thing then, being newly come Seven years I had wasted in the bosom of France: John-Now Margaret weeps herself. Margaret.-Hark the bells, John. (A noise of bells heard.) John.-Those are the church bells of St. Mary Ottery. John.-Saint Mary Ottery, my native village, In the sweet shire of Devon. Those are the bells. Margaret.-Wilt go to church, John ? John. I have been there already. Margaret.-How canst say thou hast been there already? The bells are only now ringing for morning service, and hast thou been at church already? John.-I left my bed betimes, I could not sleep; And when I rose, I look'd (as my custom is) From my chamber window, where I can see the sun rise, And the first object I discern'd Was the glistering spire of St. Mary Ottery. John. Then I remember'd 'twas the Sabbath-day. To go to church and pray with Christian people. Thou shouldst offend the eyes of Christian people And I began to pray, and found I could pray; So stealing down the stairs, like one that fear'd detection, At that dead time of dawn, I flew to the church, and found the doors wide open; Or some peculiar grace to me vouchsafed, John. So entering in, not without fear, And covering up my eyes for shame A docile infant, by Sir Walter's side; But afterward was greatly comforted. It seem'd the guilt of blood was passing from me And all my sins forgiven. THE WITCH: A DRAMATIC SKETCH OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY. CHARACTERS. OLD SERVANT in the Family of Sir Francis Fairford. STRANGER. Servant.-ONE summer night, Sir Francis, as it chanced, Was pacing to and fro in the avenue That westward fronts our house, Among those aged oaks, said to have been planted Three hundred years ago By a neighb'ring prior of the Fairford name. The importunate suit of one who stood by the gate, Some say he shoved her rudely from the gate For she was one who practised the black arts, And served the devil, being since burned for witchcraft. She looked at him as one that meant to blast him: And with a frightful noise, ("Twas partly like a woman's voice, And partly like the hissing of a snake,) (Sir Francis told the words.) “A mischief, mischief, mischief, And a nine-times-killing curse, |