To see thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds
Thy agonies are added to my own,
And make the burden more than I can bear.
Farewell! Good angels visit thy afflictions
|And bring thee peace and comfort from above!||405|
ALIC. Oh, stab me to the heart, some pitying
Now strike me dead --!
L. HAST. One thing I had forgot:
I charge thee by our present common miseries,
By our past loves, if yet they have a name,
|By all thy hopes of peace here and hereafter,||410|
Thou know'st who 'tis I mean; oh, shouldst thou
Just heav'n shall double all thy woes upon thee,
|And make 'em know no end. Remember this||415|
ALIC. Forever! Oh, forever!
Oh, who can bear to be a wretch forever!
My rival too! His last thoughts hung on her,
|And, as he parted, left a blessing for her.||420|
Of all my suff'rings, let her share my pains;
Let her, like me, of ev'ry joy forlorn,
|Devote1 the hour when such a wretch was born:||425|
Abhor the day, and curse the golden sun;
Cast ev'ry good, and ev'ry hope behind;
Detest the works of nature, loathe mankind;
Like me, with cries distracted fill the air,|
Tear her poor bosom, rend her frantic hair,
And prove the torments of the last despair.
Enter BELLMOUR and DUMONT, or SHORE.
SH. You saw her then?
BELL. I met her, as returning
In solemn penance from the public cross.
Before her, certain rascal officers,
Slaves in authority, the knaves of justice,
|Proclaimed the tyrant Gloster's cruel orders.||5|
Did ever and anon by turns upbraid her,
And thunder in her trembling ear damnation.
|Around her, numberless the rabble flowed,||10|
Some pitying, but those, alas! how few!
The most, such iron hearts we are, and such
|The base barbarity of human kind,||15|
Gathering the filth from out the common ways,
To hurl upon her head.
SH. Inhuman dogs!
How did she bear it?
|BELL. With the gentlest patience.||20|
And on her shoulders, carelessly confused,
With loose neglect her lovely tresses hung;
|Upon her cheek a faintish flush was spread;||25|
Her footsteps all along were marked with blood.
Yet silent still she passed and unrepining;
|Her streaming eyes bent ever on the earth,||30|
And beg that mercy man denied her here.
SH. When was this piteous sight?
BELL. These last two days.
|You know my care was wholly bent on you,||35|
During that time, although I have not seen her,
Yet divers trusty messengers I've sent,
|To wait about and watch a fit convenience||40|
Who menace those with death that bring her com-fort
And drive all succor from her.
SH. Let 'em threaten.
|Let proud oppression prove its fiercest malice;||45|
BELL. Mean you to see her thus, in your own form?
SH. I do.
BELL. And have you thought upon the
SH. What is there I should fear?
|BELL. Have you examined||50|
Has Mercy fixed her empire there so sure,
That Wrath and Vengeance never may return?
|Can you resume a husband's name, and bid||55|