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111 cherish it; 'twill sweeten all my pangs,
And add a higher relish to revenge !

Edr. My lord !

Dou. Howl Edric here 1

Bdr. What new distress 1 [shame,

Dou. Dost thou expect I should recount my
Dwell on each circumstance of my disgrace,
And swell my in&my into a tale f
Rage will not let me — But — my wife is fidse.

Edr. Art though convinc'd f

DaiL The chronicles of hell
Cannot produce a fiUser. — But what news
Of her cursed paramour 1

Edr. He has escap'd.

Dou. Hast thou ezamin'd every avenue 1
Each spoti the grovel the bower, her favourite

Edr. I've aeardi'd them all. [haunt?

Dou. He shall be yet pursued.
Set guards at every gate. — ^Let none depart
Orjnin admittance here, without mv knowledge.

Edr. What can their purpose be 1

Dou Is it not clear 1
Haroourt has nisid his arm against my life ;
He fail'd ; the blow is now reserv'd for Percy ;
Then, with his sword fresh reeking from my heart.
He'll revel with that wanton o'er my tomb :
Nor will he bring her aught she'll hold so dear,
Asthecurs'd haiM with wnicb heslew her husband.
But he shall die ! I'll drown my rage in blood,
Which I will offer as a rich liMtion
On thy infernal altar, black revenge 1 [Exeunt.

SCENE 11— The Garden,

Enter Elwina.

EltB. Each avenue is so beset with guards,
And lynx-ey'd Jealousy so broad awake.
He cannot pass unseen. Protect him, Heaven !

Enter Bibthi.
My Biitha, is he safe 1 has he eecap'dl [to him,

Btr. [know not I despatch'd young Haroourt
To bid him quit the castle, as you ord^d,
Restore the scarf, and never see you more.
But how the hard iniunction was received,
Or what has happened since, I'm yet to k«m.

Elw. O when shall I be eas'd of all my cares,
And in the quiet bosom of the grave
Lay down this weary head I — 1 m sick at heart I
Should Douglas intercept his flight!



Bir. Be calm ;
Douglas this very moment left the castle,
With seeming peace.

Elv. Ah, then, indeed there *s danger !
Birtha, whene'er Suspicion feigns to sleep,
'Tis but to make its careless pre^ secure, ^tbee

Bir. Should Percy once again entreat to ses
.'Twere best admit him ; from thy lips alone
He will submit to hear his final doom
Of everlasting exile.

Elw. Birtha, no;
If honour would allow the wife of Douglas
To meet his rival, yet I durst not do it.
Percy ! too much this rebel heart is thine:
Too deeply should I feel each pang I gave
I cannot hate — but 1 will banish-^ee.
Inexorable duty, O forgive,
If 1 can do no more 1

Bir. If he remains.
As I suspect, within the castle walls,
'Twere best i sought him out.

Elw. Then telfhim, Birtha,
But, Oh ! with gentleness, with mercy, teH hiis-
That we must never, never meet again.
The purport of my tale must be severe,
But let tny tenderness embalm the wound
My virtue gives. O soften his despair ;
But say — ^we meet no more.

Enter Peecy.

Rash man, he 's here !

{iS^ attempts togo^he eeisee her ?umd
will be heard ; nay, fly not ; I will spnk
Lost as I am, I will not be denied
The mournful consolation to complain.

Elw, Percy, I charge thee, leave me.

Per. Tyrant, no:
I blush at my obedience, blush to think ^

I left thee here alone, to brave the danger
I now return to share.

Elw. That danger 's past :
Douglas w^ soon appeard ; he nothing knows.
Then leave me, I conjure thee, nor agam
E^ndanger my repose. Yet, ere thou goest,
Restore the scarr.

Per. Unkind Elwina. never !
'Tis all that 's left me of^my buried joys,
AU which reminds me that I once was happj.
My letter tokJ thee I would ne'er restore iL

Elw. Letter! what letter?

Per, That I sent by Harcourt

Elw. Which I ne'er receiv'd. Douglas per-
Who knows 1 [^P*

Bir. Harcourt, t' elude his watchfulness.
Might prudently retire.

Elw. Grant Heaven it prove so 1

[Elwim A goings Percy holds her

Per, Hear me, Elwina ; the most savage honom
Forbids not that poor grace.

Elw. It bids me fly thee. [part

Per. Then, ere thou goest, if we indeed mus
To sooth the horrors of eternal exile,
Say but->thou pity'st me !

Elw. [Weeps.] O Percy— pity thee !
Imperious honour ;— Surehr I may pity him.
Yet, wherefore pity 1 no, I envy thee :
For thou hast still the Ubertv to weep.
In thee 'twill be no cmne ; thjr tears are guiUleas
For they infringe no duty, stain no honour,
And blot no vow; but mine are criminal.
Are drops of shame wlich wash the cheek of guilt
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Per. InrearBjjedoQslovee^engmdfBsdiee
rhj nd pfe-cffiineiioe in wrddiedDeH.

£li0. VJcnaft^ rooae, mj damb'ring Tntne!
Percy hear me. [thine,

Hemven, wfaeu il gives nchhifb-wnNigfat aoali m
Still gives M ffiest oocanoon to ejuit them.
If thou WMt wmi'd BO BoUe, gmt, and gen*ZDiii,
'Twas to sannoant the paamona which enalavia
The groM of homan-kiol— Then think, O ihink.
She, whom thoo onoe dkfat lore, is now another's.

Per. Go on— and tefl me that thai other's
Douglas. [me:

Etm. Whate'erhisname,hec]aJffisremctboa
His hoooor 's in my keeping, and I hokl
The trust so pure, its sanctity is hurt
E'en by thy presence.

Ptr. Thou agun hast eooqoer'd.
Celestial ▼iitoe, like the angel spirit,
Whose flaming sword defended Paraifiae,
Stands goard oo every charm. — EUwina, yes,
To triumph otfs Doogias^ well be Tirtoons.

jEZw. 'Tis not enough to be, — we most appear so:
Great souls disdain the shadow of oflfence,
Nor nrast thdr whiteness wear the stain of goift.

Per. I shall retrac^^I dare not graze upon thee;
Mr feeble nrtoe staggers, and agam
Tne fiends of jealousy torment imd haont me.
They tear my heari-«trings. Oh !

ElvD. No more;
But spare my injor'd honour the aflioot
To vindicate itsel£

Per. Bat, kwe!

BUMS. B(it,gkNty!

Per. Enough I a ray of thy soblimer spirit
Has warm'd my dying honour to a flame !
One eflbrt and 'tis done. The world shall say,
When th^ shall speak o^ my di s astr o us love,
Percy desenr'd Elwina though he krt her.
Fond tears, blind me not yet ! a little longer,
Let my sad eyes a little k>n£er gaxe,
And leave theb last beams here.

Elw. [ TVnu/rom hiiii.\ I do not weep.

Per. Not weep 1 then wny those eyes avoi£ng
minel [eeotsl

And why that broken voice 1 thoee tiembong ac-
That sigh which rends my soul 1

ElvD. No more, no more. [onoe;

Per. That pang decides it Come— 111 die at
Thou Power supreme ! take all the length of dajrs,
And aU the Meslnngs kept in store for me,
And add lo her account — Yet turn onoe more,
One little look, one lait, short glimpse of day.
And then a k>ngdark night— Hold, hokl my heart,

break not yet, while I behoU her sweetness;
For after this dear, mournful, tender moment,

1 shall have nothing more to do with life.



EVm. I do ooniure thee, go.
Per. 'Tis temble to nature !



With pangs like these the soul and body part!
And tDus, but oh, with fer less agony.
The poor departing ^weich still grups at being,
Thus dings to life, thus dreads tte dark unknown,
Thus struggles to the last to keep his hold ;
And when the dire convulsive j^nan of death
Disbdgcs the sad spirit — thus it stays.
Ajid imidly hovers o'er the form it loVd.
Onoe and no more — ferewell, ferewell !
Elw. For ever!

yHiey look <U each other for oome time, then
exit Percy. 4/^ « P<nuc ;
Tu past— the conflict 's past ! retire, ray Btrtha,
t woaU address me to the throne of gnce.



Bir. BiayHeavnreiloR that peace thy hoMK
wants! [ExU BtmruA.

Elw. \KneeU.} Look down, thoo awftd, ha«^
ifMtiiet'iing Judge,
Look down with mercy oo thy ening creatoi^
And teach my sool the bwHuess it needs!
And if some sad remains of human weakness
Should sometimes mingis with fliy best leaohvs,
O bfeathe thy spirit oo this wayward heart,
And teach me to repent th' introding sin
In ifs first birth of thought'
[Noioe within.] What noise is that t
Thedash of swords! shouUDm^lasbeivts^d

Enter Docolas and Pebct J^A/m^.
Dou. TieU, villain, yidd.
Per. Not tUl this good njght arm
Shafl fefl iu master.
Dou. This to thy heart, then.
Per. Defend thy own.

[Theyjlght ; Pebct disarwu Doogla&
Dou. Confttsioo, death, and bell !
Edr. [WitMoui.] This way I heard the noiK.

Enter EoRic, and mar^ KnigkU and Guards,
from every part of the stage.

Per. Cursed treachery !
But dearly wiU I sell my life.
Dou. Seize on him.
Per. I'm taken in the toils.
[Perct u surrounded hy Guards, wks tsks
his sword.
Dou. In the cursed snare
Thou laidst for me, traitor, thyself art caqgfat
Elw. He never aottgiit thy life.
Dou. Adulteress, peace !
The villain Harcourt too— but he 'a at rest
Per. Douglas, I'm in thy power; but do not
triumph, C'"^

Percy 's betnv^i, not confoer'd. Come, <'



Elw. [ 7>> DoooLAa.] Odonot,donotkifl

Per. Madam, forbear;
For by the gforiiNis shsdies of my great felhsss,
Their sodlike spirit is not so extinct,
That I shouM owe my life to that vils Soot
Thguff h dangers doae me roo^ on ewry side,
And death beseU me, I am Percy slilL

Dou. Sorceress, I'll disappoint thee— be shaU&k
Thy minion shall expire before thy fece.
That I may feast my hatred with your pangs,
And make his dying groana, and thy food teso^
A banquet for my vengeance.

E^w. Savafle tyrant!
I would have feUen a sifeot samfic^, [tbsa.

So thou had'st spar'd my feme — I never wrang'd

Per. She knew not of my coming ; — I alone
Have been to biaote— Spile of herintetdictioo,
I hither came. She *b pore as spotless saints.

Elw. I will not be excus'd by Percy's crime;
So white my innocence, it does not ask
The shade of others' feuhs to set it off ;
Nor shall he need to suHy his feir feime
To throw a brighter lustre round my viftoa.

Dou. Yet hecan only die — but death for hoi
Ye powers of bell, wbo take mahgnant joy
In human bloodshed, give me some dire means.
Wild as my hate, and desperate as my wran^ '

Per. Enough of words. Thouknow'rtl
thee, Douglas;
'Tis steadfest, fix*d, hereditary hate.
As thine for me ; our fethers did bequeath it
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Which Doa^t hat detth can end. — Come, end it
hero.

£lw. [KneeUA Hdd, Donghui, hold !— not finr
myielf 1 kneel,
f do not ploul for Perc^, but for thee :
Ann not thy hand againit thy futiue peace,
Spare thy brave breast the tortures of remoise, —
Stain not a liie of unpolluted honour,
For, oh ! as surely as thou strik'st at Percy,
Tboo wilt for ever stab the &nie of Doughs.

Per, Finish the bloody work.

Dqu. Then take thy wish.

Per. Why dost thou start?
[Percy bare* hUboeom, Douglas advsneee
to 9tab hifOj and diaoovera the eeanf.

Uou. Her scarf upon his breast!
The blasting sight converts me into stone;
Withers my powen like cowardice or age,
Curdles the blood within my shiv'ring veins
And palsies my bold arm.

Per. [honicaUv to the Knighte.] Hear yoo, his
friends!
Bear witness to the glorious^ great expknt,
Record it in the annals of his race,
That Douglas, the ranown'd— the valiant Douglas,
Feoe'd round vrith guards, and safo in his own

castle,
8arpris*d a knight onarm'd, and bravely slew him.

Dou. [ Throwing away hie dagger^ 'Tis tme
— I am the very stain of knighthood.
How is my slory dhnm'd !

Elw. It btezes brighter I
Douglas was onl^ brave— he now is generous !

PSr. This action has restored thee to thy rank,
And makes thee worthy to contend with Peroy.

Doit, Thy joy will be as short as *tis insulting.
[Tb Elwina.
And thou, imperious boy, restrain thy boasting.
ThoQ hast sard my hooioor, not remoVd my hate,
For my soul loathes thee finr the obligation.
Qive him his sword.

Per, Now thou'rt a noble foe.
And in the field of hoivMir I will meet thee.
As knight encountering knight

Elw, Stay, Pennr, stay,
Strike at the wretched eause of aD, strike here.
Here shoathe thy thirsty swoid, but spare my
husband. [me,

Dou, Turn, Madam, and address those vows to
To 9put the preooushfe of hon you bve.
Even now you triumph in the death of Dooglas;
Now your loose foncy kindles at the thought.
And. wildly rioting m lawless hope,
Indmges the miuwrj of the mind.
Bat 111 defeat that wish.— GKiards, bear her in.
Nay, do not struggle. [She ie borne in.

Per, Let our deaths suffice.
And reveronoe virtue in that mnn inshrin'd.

Don, Provoke my lage no fiurther. — I have
kindled
The burning torch of never^ying vengeance
At love's expiring lamp.-*-Bat OMurk me, friends,
If Percy's hapder genius shoold prevail,
And I should nil, give him safe condnot henee,
Be all observaaoe paid him.— Go, I foUow Ihee.

[Aeide to Eobjc.
Within Pve something fot thy private ear.

Per, Now shall thiiBotvilfaiT be appeasPd!
These eager hands shall sooo be dssniBh'd in

danghter!
Yes— like two fiunish'd voHnres snuffing blood.
And pantinff to dest roy , vre'U rash to combat ;



Yet I've the deepest, deadliest cause of hate,
I am but Percy, tboa'rt— E|wiiia's husband.

[EsemU,

ACT V.

SCENE X— Elwimi'b Apartment

Etw, Thou who in judgment still retnember'sC
mercy,
Look down upon n^vroes, preserve my husband!
Preserve my husband ! Ah, I dare not ask it:
My very prayen may pull down ruin on me I
If Douglas should survive, what then becomes
Of— him — Idarenotname? Andif heconqueia^
I've slain my husband. Agonizing suie 1
When I can neither hope, nor thim[, nor pray.
But guilt involves me. Sure to know the woocst
Cannot exceed the torture of suspense,
When each event is big with equal horror. %

[LookeouL
What, no one yet 1 This solitude is dreadful !
My horrors multiply !

Enier Birtha.
Thoa messenger of wo 1

Bir. Ofwo,indee«l!

Elw, How, is my husband dead 1
Oh, speak!

Bir. Your husband lives.

Elw, Then fiurewell, Perey
He was the tenderest, truest !— Bless hiin,HeavaQ,
With crowns of glmry and immortal joys I

Bir, Still aro yoo vnon^; the combat b not over.
Stay, flowing tears, and give me leave to speak.

Elw. Thoa sayest thatPereyand my husband
Then why this sorrow 1 [li^>

Bir, What a task is mine I

Elw. Thoutalk'stasiflvrereacfaUdtngxiBf,
And scarce acquainted with cakraity.
Speak oat, onlold thy tale, vrhate'er it be,
For I am so fomiliar with affliction.
It cannot come in any shape vrill shock me.

\8«r. HowshaOIspeakl Thy husband

Elw, What of Douglas 1

Bir, When all was ready for the fiital combat
He oall'd his chosen kniglits, then drew his swocd.
And on it made them swear a solemn oath,
Confirm'd by every rite refigion bids.
That they would seepeiform'd his last reqoeit
Be it whato'er it woald. Ahs! they swore.

Elw, What did thedreadful preparation meaal

Bir, Then to their hands he gave a poison'daqp,
Compounded of the deadliest herbs and drugs;
Take this, said he, it is a husband's legacy ;
Percy may conquer— and— I have a vrue 1
If Douglas fells, Elwina most not Hve.

Eiw, Spirit of Herod! Why, twM gtmOf

'Twas vrorthy of the bosom whk^ ooBoeiv'd it I
Yet twas too meidftil to be his own.
Yes. Douglas, yes. iny husband. 111 obey thee,
And bless thy genbs which has found the means
To recoodle thy vengeance vrith iny peace,
The deadly means to make obedience pleasant.

Bir. O spare, for pityspaie, iny bleeding heart
Inhuman to the last I Unnatural poison!

Elw. My genUe friend, what is there in a naiDs
Hie meaiM are littfe where the end is kind.
If it astofb thee, do not can k poison ;
Call it the sweet obfivion of my cares.
My babn of wo, my cordial ofafllifftion,
The drop of merpy to my fidnting sool,
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Sir, Hark! whirt abrm ii thtt t
JBhf. The combttt *• over ! [Bibtha ^w» on/.
[Elwina ttcnd* in a ^xed aititudCf her
hand* cUuped,
Koir, gncioiM Heaven, aoilam me in Uib tnd.
And bow my aprnt to thy great dtentBl

Re-mter Bibtha.

[ELWrKi 2oo&v MeadfuUjf at her without
tpeaking.

Bir. DoQglas b faHen.

^v. Bring me (be poiaoD.

BIr. Never. lappro*chI

Eire. Wherearrtbekniglital laommonjoo —
Draw near, ye awful muusters office,
Dire mstnunents of potthomoos revenge !
Come — 1 am ready ; bat roar tardy jnatioe
Diftaads the injord dead. — Go, ha^. my friend,
See that the ca^ be aecmely guarded,
Let erery ^ate be barr'd — prereiit bia entrance.

Bir. Whoiie entrance 1

Elw. His— the munlerer of my hoaband.

Bir, tie 's single, we have boats of frienda

Elv. No matter;
Who knows what loveand madneai may atteoipf 7
Bot here I awear by all that binds the good,
Never to aee him more. — Unhappy Dimglaa .
O if thy troubled timl still is conadoaa
Of our past woes, look down, and hear me swear,
That when the legacy tfay nge bequeathed mc
Works at my iuart, and conqneis stm^gfin^
Ev'n in that Mooy 111 atill be £nthfeL [natare,
She who oonUnever k»ve, shall yet obey thee,
Weep thy hard fate, and <fie to pove her truth.

Bir> O onexampled virtue! [A noise without.

Btw. Heard yoa nothing 1
By all my iears the inanlting eooqneror oomes.
O Mve me, shield mel

Enter Douglas.

Hsaven and catth, my httriwid !

/Xw. Yes

To blast thee with the nght of hun thoa hat'st.
Of him thoQ hast wiong'd, adultreas, *lis thy
hosbaad. fmeic/,

Elw. [KneeUJ] Bfess'dbethefoantainotetefuid
Thia kwd of gnilt is spar'd me 1 Douglas lives !
Perhaps both live ! [ TVBiRTtti.] Coold I be sore

of thai,
The ponon were sn p ei flu oo s , joy would kfl! me.

Dou. Be honest now, for onoe, and curse thy



Curse thy detested £de vrfaich brings thee back
A hated husband^ when thy guilty aonl
Rerell'd in food, miaginary joys
With my too happy rival : when thou flew'st,
To Stattfy imnatient, boubdleas passion.
Ana join adulterous Idst to bkiody murder;
Then to revem the scene I polluted woman !
Mine as the transport now, and thine the pan^.

Elw, Whence sprang the &lw report that thou
had'stfiOTnl

Dou. To give thy guilty breast a deeper wound,
To add a deadlier sting to dirappointtnent,
I rais'd it— I contrived— I sent it thee. [virtae.

Elw. Thou seest me bold, but bold in conscbus
—That my sad aoul may not be stain'd with blood,
That I may spend my few short hcrars in peace,
And die in holy hope of Heaven's fingiveness,
Relieve the terrors of my kb'rmg breast
Bay I am dear d&mmder— saybe hvei^ '



Say but thsft little woid, that Pmj hmm.
And Alps snd oceans shall dhide OS cvsf,
As6r as umvcfsal space caB put IB.

Do%i. Canst thou renooace himl

Elw. TeO me that he hvea.
And thou shaft be the ruler of my &te,
For ever hide me in a a m v ent' s eIood,
From cheerful day-fight, and thehannta €tmto^
Where sad aosterity, and ceastkas prayer
Shan dbmn my oneomplainingday between thcai

Do9i. O, hypocrite ! now, Vengeance, to tlq
office.
I had ibrgot — Percy commenda him to thee,
And by my hand —

Etw. How— by thy hand 1

Don. Has sent thee
This precioos pledge of love.

[fle^'re* her PnbCT*a *«^

Elw. Then Percy *s dead ! [mine

Dou. He is. — O great revenge, thoo now ait
See how convulsive sorrow rends her frame .
This, this is tram^Mrt ! — injur'd honour now
Receives its vast, its ample retributioo.
She sheds no tearv, her grief s too highly wroogbl ;
*Tis s pee chk s s agony. — She must not hasA-^
She s^ah rot *8cape her portion of the pain.
No ! 5be «han feel the fulness of distress.
And wniEe to keen perception of her lose.

Dir. MooKer ! BwU.nan ! leave her to het
scrrowi.

Elw. [i;i a i:w brckei, » -^^.1 Doaglas— think
not { faint, be«^«u&^ thou seesc
The pale and bloodl>sB ?lK.ek of wa^ decpair.
Fail me not yet, my sp:rit:; »Loa cold heart,
Cherish thy freezing cnrrent one short owmrU'
Abd besr thy mighty Vcmd a fittle lonper.

Dou. Percy, I ma:* avow it, bravehr Ibught,*
Died as a hero should;— but, as he fefl,
(Hear it, fond wanton !) calfd upon tinr name.
And his hst guilty breath aigb'd out — ^Elwina !
Come — ffive a loose to raffe, and feed thf sod
With wud complaints, and womanisfa upbraidipgi

Elw. [it a low oolemn voice.] Na
The sorrow 's weak that wastes itself in words,
Mine b substantial anguish — deep, not loud;
I do not rave — Resratment 's the return
Of common souls for common injuries. [non.
Light grief is proud of state, and couita oompas
Bat there 's a dignity in coreieas sorrow,
A so2en grandeur which disdains complaint ;
Rage is for little vrrongs — Despair b dumb.

\Exeunt Elwina and BirtIia.

Dou, Why, this is well ! her sense of wo m
fctrong ! ^ [her

The shar^. keen tooth of gnavrin^ grief dcToun
Feeds on her heart, and pays roe bade n^ V^^V^
Since 1 must perish, 'twill be glorious rum :
I fidl not singly, but, like some proud tower,
rn crush surrounding objects in the wreck.
And make the devastation wide and dreadfhL

EfUer Riay.

Rahy. O whither ahall a wretdied &ther turB
Where fly forcomforti Douglas, art thou heni
I do not ask for comfort at thy hands.
Fd but one little casket, where I lod^
My precfooB hosrd of wealth, and, mce an idkt|
Igcve my treasure to another's keeping.
Who threw away the gon, nor knew its val^
But left the plundered owner quite m bcfgar.

Dou. What art thou come to see thy inee te
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And thy bnght sim of gloiy set in blood 1
I would have spar'd thy Tirtues, and thy age,
ThA knowledge of her inftmy.

Rabv. 'Tis false. [blood.

Hjid she been base, this sword had drank her

Doit. Ha . doet thoa vindicate the wanton 1

Raby. Wanton?
TboQ hast defiim*d a noble lady's honour —
My spotless diild — ^in ine behold herchani|non:
The strength of Hercules will nerve this arm,
When lifted in defence of innocence.
The dauffhter's virtoe for the Other's shield,
Win make oki Raby still invincible.

[QfhrBiodraw.

Dou. Forbear.

Raby, Thoa dost disdain my feeble arm,
And scorn my age.

Dou, There vdll be bkx)d enough:
Nor need thy withered veins, old lord, be drain'd,
To swell the copious stream.

Raby. Thou wilt not kill her 1

Dou. Oh, 'tis a day of horror 1

BnUr Edeic arid Birtha.

Bdr. Where is Douglas 1
I come to save him from the deadliest crime
Revenge did ever meditate.

ZXm. What meanest thou 1 [wife.

Edr. This instant fly, and save thy guiltless

Don. Save that perfidious —

Edr. That mucn-injur'd woman.

Bit. Unfortunate indeed, but O most innocent!

Edr. In the last solemn article of death,
That truth-compelling state, when even bad men
Pear to speak mlsely, Percy clear*d her fame.

Dou, I heard him. — 'Twas the guilty fraud of
love.
The scarf, the scarf! that proof of mutual passion,
Griven but this day to ratify their crimes I

Bir. What means my lord? This day 1 That
fatal scarf
Was given long since, a toy of childish firiendship ;
Long ere your marriage, ere you knew Elwina.

/2^. Tis I am guilty.

Dou. Ha!

Raby. I, — I alone.
Confusion, honour, pride, parental fondness.
Distract my soul, — Percy was not to blame,
He was— toe destin'd husband of Elwina !
He k)v*d her— was belov*d— and I approved.
*The tale is long.— I chang'd my purpose since,
Porbade their marriage—

Dou. And confirnrd my mis'ry I
fwice did they meet to-day— my wife and Percy.

Raby. I know it

Dou. Ha ! thou knew'st of mj dishonour ?
Thou wast a witness, an approvmg witness.
At least a tame one !

Raby. Percy came, 'tis true,
A constant, tender, but a guiltless lover !

Dou. I shall grow mad indeed ; a guiltless lover !
Percy, the guiluess lover of my wife ?

Riaby. He knew not she was married.

Dou. Howl is't possible ? [cent;

Raby. Douglas, 'tis true ; both, both were inno-
He of her marriage, she of his return. [vow'd

Bir. But now, when we believ'd thee dead, she
Never to see thy rival Instantly,
Not in a state of momentary passion.
But with a martyr's dignity and calmness,
She bade me bring the poison.

Dou, Had'st thoa done it,



Despab hod been my portion ! Fly, good Birtna
Find out the sofienng saint— deecxibe my peni

tence.
And paint my vast extravagance of fondness.
Tell her I love as never mortal lov'd —
Tell her I know her virtues, and adore them —
Tell her I come, but dare not seek her presence,
Till she pronounce my pardon.

Bir, I obey. [Exit B\rtvu

Raby. My child is innocent I ye choirs of saints
Catch the bless'd sounds — my child is innocent!

Dou. O I will kneel, and soe for her forgiveness
And thou shalt help me plead the cause of love.
And thou shalt weep — she cannot sure refuse
A kneeling husbana and a weeping father.
Thy venerable cheek is wet already.

Rabfii. Douglas ! it is the dew o^ffrateful joy
My child is innocent ! I now would die.



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