Tolls out for death! I must attend its call, too;
For my poor friend, my dying Pierre, expects me:
He sent a message to require I'd see him
Before he died, and take his last forgiveness.
Farewell forever. (Going out, looks back at her.)
|BELV. Leave thy dagger with me;||115|
JAFF. Yet stay!
We have a child, as yet a tender infant.
Be a kind mother to him when I am gone;
|Breed him in virtue and the paths of honor,||120|
May do his future fortune or his name.
Now -- nearer yet -- (approaching each other)
Oh, that my arms were riveted
Thus round thee ever! -- But my friends, my
|oath! (Kisses her.)||125|
BELV. Another, sure another,
For that poor little one you've ta'en such care of;
I'll give't him truly.
JAFF. [kissing her]. So! -- now farewell.
JAFF. Heaven knows, forever; all good angels guard thee. [Exit.]
BELV. All ill ones sure had charge of me this mo
Blasted be every herb and fruit and tree;
Curst be the rain that falls upon the earth,
And may the general curse reach man and
How I could bleed, how burn, how drown, the waves
Huzzing and booming round my sinking head,
Till I descended to the peaceful bottom!
|Oh, there's all quiet; here, all rage and fury:||140|
Burst from the center, rage and roar aloud
If thou art half so hot, so mad as I am.
Enter PRIULI and Servants.
PRIU. Run, seize and bring her safety
|home. (They seize her.)||145|
BELV. What? To my husband then conduct me
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
Scene opening, discovers a scaffold and a wheel prepared for the executing of PIERRE; then enter Officers, PIERRE, and Guards, a Friar, Executioner, and a great Rabble.
OFFIC. Room, room there! Stand all by; make room for the prisoner.
PIERRE. My friend not come yet?
FATHER. Why are you so obstinate?
PIERRIE. Why you so troublesome, that a poor
|wretch cannot die in peace,||5|
FATH. Yet, heaven --
PIERRE. I tell thee, heaven and I are
I ne'er broke peace with't yet by cruel murders,
Rapine, or perjury, or vile deceiving;
|But lived in moral justice towards all men,||10|
FATH. But an all-seeing Judge --
PIERRE. You say my conscience
Must be mine accuser: I have searched that con-science,
And finds no records there of crimes that scare
FATH. 'Tis strange you should want faith.
PIERRE. You want to lead
My reason blindfold, like a hampered lion,
Checked of its nobler vigor; then, when baited
Down to obedient tameness, make it couch,
And show strange tricks which you call signs of
This fellow wrote no lies of my conversion,
Because he has crept upon my troubled hours.
JAFF. Hold. Eyes, be dry; heart, strengthen me
Betrayed by my vile falsehood to his ruin!
-- O Pierre!
PIERRE. Yet nearer.
JAFF. Crawling on my knees,
|And prostrate on the earth, let me approach thee.||30|
It darts an air of so much manly virtue,
That I, methinks, look little in thy sight,
|And stripes are fitter for me than embraces.||35|