The Scene is fuppofed to lie in a Tomb near the city of Ephefus. A Lamp burning; on one fide a dead Body. The Matron clafping her Husband's Corps; her Father and her Maid endeavouring to force her away. T R I 0, Mat. HENCE, hence! away; in vain you ftrive His wife I am, dead or alive, My love fhall end where it began, Fath Fath. But daughter Maid. Mistress Mat. Grief, O grief! 1. 2. Will staying here bring him relief? Mat. Adieu, adieu; To die with him is all I crave. 1. 2. Some comfort take Mat. My heart will break. 1. 2. And with us go, 1. 2. You fhall, you must. Mat. No, his dear duft By me shall never be deserted; Both night and day, Till Death has join'd whom Death hath parted. Fath. Well, daughter, fince intreaties all are vain, And ftill your purpose you maintain To give a fample Of nuptial love, And fo to prove To future wives a rare example, I leave you to your fate. The fad but glorious work complete; And fince all elfe your conftancy denies, When Death, as foon he muft, hath clos'd your eyes, Your weeping father shall return. You cannot hinder him to mourn And with due rites perform your obfequies. A I R. But more- -A monument I'll raife, Where, facred to your endless praise, "Lies here inroll'd among the dead. "Death "Death fnatch'd her confort from her fide; SCENE II. Matron, Maid. Mat. At length we're left alone, And while, grown frantic with my woes, All your Nor thou, O Death! be long away. Maid. So, there fhe lies upon the floor! There never was fuch madness fure. And will you, in the dreary gloom Of this unwholesome tomb, In fighs and tears your life confume? Mat. What fhou'd a wretched widow do Maid. You're young and handsome yet, And might another husband get; Ay, that you might or two. Mat. No, no, death prefer. Maid. The more fool you. Mat. This only I entreat, my faithful maid, That with me here you'll ftay, And fee my breathlefs clay, When I am dead, by my dear husband laid. Maid. Well, Madam, fince I muft I will. But give me leave to say, You'd better change your purpose ftill. And act a wifer way. If I was a wife, and my dearest dear life Took it into his noddle to die, E'er I took the whim to be buried with him, If If poignant my grief, I'd fearch for relief, A falve might be found, no doubt, above ground, Another kind mate fhou'd give me what Fate "Tis true I'm a maid, and fo't may be faid No judge of the conjugal lot; Yet marriage, I ween, has a cure for the spleen, SCENE III. The Centurion, Maid, and Matron on the Ground by her Hufband's Body. Cent. Ho, who's there below? Maid. Blefs us! I fhall die with fear! A man defcends into the cave! What fhall our lives our honours fave! Cent. Hey, who the devil have we here? Maid. Two fad women, worthy Sir. fee : A Matron, and my mittress she Directed by the glimmering flame. Maid. My mistress, Sir, is much to blame, fhe draws her breath. Maid. Befides the's almoft ftarv'd to death. Two Two days fhe has not eat a bit. Cent. I'll roufe her from this defp'rate fit.] The Centurion, Maid, and Matron rifing from the Ground. Mat. Who'd comfort to a wretch afford? Gone near half way to meet my lord, You fetch me back. Maid. Upon my word I'm very glad your journey's ftopt. Cent. Fair creature, gentler thoughts adopt; You have fulfill'd your nuptial vow; To yourself do justice now; Nor facrifice, by cruel wrong, A nymph fo handfome and fo young. Maid. The rogue has a bewitching tongue. To take a widow's part fo kindly. Cent. Then follow not deftruction blindly; Nor the gifts of Heav'n abuse, But eat and live. Mat. Indeed I swore E |