ever wronged me, I know is false; the rest may be so
|too -- there's all my hope.||70|
TR. Trust not to that; rather suppose all true than lose a moment's time: even now the horrid deed may be a doing -- dreadful imagination! -- or it may be done, and we be vainly debating on the means to
|prevent what is already past.||75|
THOR. [aside]. This earnestness convinces me that he knows more than he has yet discovered. -- What ho! without there! who waits?
Enter a Servant.
-- Order the groom to saddle the swiftest horse and
|prepare to set out with speed! An affair of life||80|
-- [To LUCY.] For you, whose behavior on this occasion I have no time to commend as it deserves, I must engage your farther assistance. Return and
|observe this Millwood till I come. I have your||85|
-- Trueman, you, I am sure, will not be idle on this occasion. Exit THOROWGOOD.
TR. He only who is a friend can judge of my
MILL. I wish I knew the event1 of his design; the attempt without success would ruin him. -- Well! what have I to apprehend from that? I fear too much. The mischief being only intended, his friends,
|in pity of his youth, turn all their rage on me. I||5|
Enter BARNWELL, bloody.
But he is here, and I have done him wrong; his
|bloody hands show he has done the deed, but||10|
BARN. Where shall I hide me? [whither] shall I fly to avoid the swift, unerring hand of Justice?
MILL. Dismiss your fears. Though thousands
|had pursued you to the door, yet being entered||15|
|I hide you if any danger's near.||20|
BARN. Oh, hide me -- from myself if it be possible; for while I bear my conscience in my bosom, though I were hid where man's eye never saw nor light e'er dawned, 'twere all in vain. For oh! that
|inmate -- that impartial judge, will try, convict,||25|
|living man into a statue.||30|
MILL. Ridiculous! Then it seems you are afraid of your own shadow, or, what's less than a shadow, your conscience.
BARN. Though to man unknown I did the ac
|cursed act, what can we hide from heaven's all-||35|
MILL. No more of this stuff! What advantage have you made of his death? or what advantage may yet be made of it? Did you secure the keys of his
|treasure -- those no doubt were about him.||40|
BARN. Think you I added sacrilege to murder? Oh! had you seen him as his life flowed from him in a
|crimson flood, and heard him praying for me by||45|
|given them all to have lengthened his one hour!||50|
MILL. Whining, preposterous, canting villain, to
|murder your uncle, rob him of life, nature's first,||55|
BARN. O Millwood! this from thee! -- but I have done; if you hate me, if you wish me dead, then are you happy -- for oh! 'tis sure my grief will quickly end me.
|MILL. (aside). In his madness he will discover2||65|
|danger's pressing -- and there's no room for||70|
Enter a Servant.
-- Fetch me an officer, and seize this villain: he has____________________