Pri. WHY, cruel Heaven, have my unhappy Been lengthened to this sad one? Oh! dishonour The miserablest creatures (man excepted) Pri. What wouldst thou beg for? Bel. Pity and forgiveness. [Throws up her veil. By the kind tender names of child and father, Hear my complaints, and take me to your love! Pri. My daughter! Bel. Yes, your daughter, by a mother Virtuous and noble, faithful to your honour, Obedient to your will, kind to your wishes, Dear to your arms: By all the joys she gave you, When, in her blooming years, she was your treas sure, Look kindly on me. In my face behold Bel. Yes-and you have often told me, Hadst thou inherited her matchless virtues, Bel. Nay, do not call to memory Lay this head deep, where mine may be forgot- Into your heart, and quite deface the impression. ten! Enter BELVIDERA, in a long mourning veil. Bel. He's there, my father, my inhuman father, That for three years has left an only child Exposed to all the outrages of fate, And cruel ruin!-Oh Pri. What child of sorrow Art thou, that comest wrapt in weeds of sadness, Am fallen into the depths of misery, For could you think how mine's perplexed, what sadness, Fears and despair distract the peace within me, Oh! you would take me in your dear, dear arms, Hover with strong compassion o'er your young Pri. Damn him. Bel. Oh! do not curse him; He would not speak so hard a word towards you On any terms, howe'er he deals with me. Pri. Ha! what means my child? Bel. Oh! there's but this short moment Bel. Lay me, I beg you, lay me Ee She would have pitied me, had fate yet spared | Not one of them but what shall be immortal. her. Pri. By Heaven, my aching heart forebodes much mischief! Tell me thy story, for I'm still thy father. Bel. No; I'm contented. Pri. Speak! Bel. No matter. Pri. Tell me : Canst thou forgive me all my follies past? thee: Peace to thy heart! Farewell. Bel. Go, and remember, By yon blessed Heaven, my heart runs o'er with 'Tis Belvidera's life her father pleads for. fondness! Bel. Oh! Pri. Utter it! Bel. Oh! my husband, my dear husband, Carries a dagger in his once kind bosom, To pierce the heart of Bel. Yes, kill me. your poor Belvidera! When he passed his faith And covenant against your state and senate, [Exeunt severally. Crush the vile globe into its first confusion; Scorch it with elemental flames to one cursed cinder, Whene'er he failed, to plunge it through this bo- And all us little creepers on it, called men, som! I learnt the danger, chose the hour of love Galled with remembrance of what then was sworn, Pri. Heavens ! Jaf. No, death's this day too busy; Bel. Think you saw what passed at our last Thy father's ill-timed mercy came too late. parting: thus We last embraced, when, trembling with revenge, For yet he loved, and that dear love preserved me To this last trial of a father's pity. I fear not death; but cannot bear the thought, If I was ever then your care, now hear me; Of his dear friends, ere mine be made the sacri- - Prí. Oh, my heart's comfort! Bel. Will you not, my father? Weep not, but answer me! Pri. By Heaven I will. I thank thee for thy labours though; and him too; But all my poor, betrayed, unhappy friends, Bel. Then be the next my doom: I see, thou hast passed my sentence in thy heart, Indeed I am willing, but I beg thee do it View me with eyes of a relenting love, Bel. Yes; and when thy hands, As thou hast done a thousand times To this poor breast, when kinder rage hath So let my death come now, and I'll not shrink from it. Jaf. Nay, Belvidera, do not fear my cruelty, Bel. I will, when I have done weeping- How long is it, since that miserable day Bel. Oh! Oh! Jaf. Nay, keep in thy tears, Lest they unman me too. Bel. Heaven knows I cannot; The words you utter sound so very sadly, The streams will follow Jaf. Come, I'll kiss them dry then. Bel. But was it a miserable day? Jaf. A cursed one. Where everlasting sweets are always springing, To bear the loss of one, that too much loved, Jaf. Yes, for ever parting; I have sworn, Belvidera, by yon heaven, Bel. O call back Your cruel blessing! stay with me and curse me! Jaf. No, 'tis resolved. Bel. Then hear me too, just heaven! Bel. I thought it otherwise; and you have of- Pour down your curses on this wretched head, Jaf. Twas a rash oath. Bel. Then why am I not cursed too? Jaf. No, Belvidera; by the eternal truth, I doat with too much fondness. Bel. Still so kind! Still then do you love me? Jaf. Nature, in her workings, Inclines not with more ardour to creation, With never-ceasing vengeance; let despair, Jaf. Now, hold heart, or never. Bel. By all the tender days we have lived together, Than I do now towards thee: Man ne'er was Pity my sad condition! speak, but speak! blessed, Since the first pair met, as I have been. Bel. Then sure you will not curse me? Tis now, I think, three years we have lived together. Bel. And may no fatal minute ever part us, Till, reverend grown for age and love, we go Down to one grave, as our last bed, together; There sleep in peace, till an eternal morning. Jaf. When will that be? Bel. I hope, long ages hence. [Sighing. Juf. Oh! Oh! Bel. By these arms, that now cling round thy neck, By this dear kiss, and by ten thousand more, Jaf. Murder! unhold me: By the immortal destiny, that doomed me Bel. Hold, sir, be patient! Jaf. Hark, the dismal bell [Passing bell tolls. Tolls out for death! I must attend its call too; For my poor friend, my dying Pierre, expects Jaf. Heaven knows for ever; all good angels guard thee, [Exit. Bel. All ill ones sure had charge of me this moment. Cursed be my days, and doubly cursed my nights, Which I must now mourn out with widowed tears; Blasted be every herb, and fruit, and tree; Cursed be the rain, that falls upon the earth, And may the general curse reach man and beast! Oh! give me daggers, fire or water! How I could bleed, how burn, how drown, the waves Huzzing and booming round my sinking head, Enter PRIULI, and Servants. Who's there? [They raise her. Pri. Run, seize, and bring her safely home; Guard her as you would life! Alas, poor creature! Bel. What to my husband! then conduct me quickly; Are all things ready? Shall we die most gloriously? Say not a word of this to my old father: Murmuring streams, soft shades, and springing flowers! Lutes, laurels, seas of milk, and ships of amber! [Exeunt. Pier. I tell thee, Heaven and I are friends: I ne'er broke peace with it yet by cruel murders, Rapine, or perjury, or vile deceiving; But lived in moral justice towards all men: Nor am a foe to the most strong believers, Howe'er my own short-sighted faith confine me. Fri, But an all-seeing Judge Pier. You say my conscience Must be my accuser; I have searched that conscience, And find no records there of crimes, that scare me. Fri. Tis strange, you should want faith. My reason blind-fold, like a hampered lion, So silly souls are gulled, and you get money. Jaf. Hold: eyes be dry; This hideous sight, and humble me, to take Pier. Yet nearer. Jaf. Crawling on my knees, And prostrate on the earth, let me approach thee: I can't forget to love thee. Prithee, Jaffier, than e'er Suffered the shameful fate, thou'rt going to taste of, Why was I sent for to be used thus kindly? And honest men hereafter bear its figure Offi. The time grows short, your friends are dead already. That would not thus scorn my repenting virtue, But it shall be to see thy fall revenged At such a rate, as Venice long shall groan for. Pier. Wilt thou? Jaf. I will, by Heaven. Pier. Then still thou art noble, [To the Officer. [To Jaffier. Jaf. It won't grow stale before to-morrow. And I forgive thee. Oh!-yet-shall I trust Thou honest heart, then-here! Pier. Yes; is it fitting? Jaf. What's to be done? Pier. I'd have thee undertake Something that's noble, to preserve my memory Pier. I'll make haste. Oh, Jaffier! Though thou'st betrayed me, do me some way justice, Jaf. No more of that: thy wishes shall be satisfied; I have a wife, and she shall bleed: my child, too, [Going away, Pierre holds him. Pier. No-this-no more. [He whispers Jaffier. And this is well too. Fri. Damnable deed! [Stabs him. [Stabs himself. Soft Music.-Enter BELVIDERA distracted, led by two of her Women, PRIULI and Servants. Pri. Strengthen her heart with patience, pitying Heaven! Bel, Come, come, come, come, come, nay, come to bed, Prithee, my love! The winds; hark how they whistle; And the rain beats: Oh! how the weather shrinks me! You are angry now, who cares? Pish, no indeed, Chuse then; I say you shall not go, you shall not; Whip your ill-nature; get you gone then. Oh! |