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should be prevented ; a little thing will make a Coveting neighbours' goods, or neighbours' wives: quarrel, when there's a woman in the


I Here's physic for your fever. will about it instantly.

(Exeunt. (Draws a dagger, and goes backward to the couch.]

Breathing a vein is the old remedy. SCENE II.- Draws, shews BIRON asleep on a If husbands go to heaven, couch.

Where do they go that send them ?- This to

tryEnter ISABELLA.

(Just going to stab him, he rises; she knows Isa. Asleep so soon! Oh, happy, happy thou,

him, and shrieks.) Who thus can sleep! I never shall sleep more What do I see! If then to sleep be to be happy, he,

Bir. Isabella, armed! ~ Who sleeps the longest, is the happiest :

Isu. Against my husband's life! Death is the longest sleep-Oh, have a care ! Who, but the wretch, most reprobate to grace, Mischief will thrive apace.-Never wake more. Despair e'er hardened for damnation,


Could think of such a deed-Murder my husIf thou didst ever love thy Isabella,

band ! To-morrow must be doomsday to thy peace. Bir. Thou didst not think it. The sight of him disarms even death itself. Isa. Madness has brought me to the gates of The starting transport of new quickening life

Gives just such hopes: and pleasure grows again And there has left me. Oh, the frightful change
With looking on him-Let me look my last- Of my distractions ! Or is this interval
But is a look enough for parting love!

Of reason but to aggravate my woes,
Sure I may take a kiss-Where am I going ! To drive the horror back with greater force
Help, help me, Villeroy! Mountains and seas Upon my soul, and fix me mad for ever?
Divide your love, never to meet my shame! Bir. Why dost thou fly me so?

(Throws herself upon the floor; after a short Isa. I cannot bear his sight; distraction, come,

pause she raises herself upon her elbow. Possess me all, and take me to thyself ! What will this battle of the brain do with me!

Shake off thy chains, and hasten to my aid ; This little ball, this ravaged province, long Thou art my only cure- -Like other friends, Cannot maintain-The globe of earth wants He will not come to my necessities;

Then I must go to find the tyrant outAnd food for such a war-I find I am going- Which is the nearest way? (Running out. Famine, plagues, and flames,

Bir. Poor Isabella ! she's not in a condition Wide waste and desolation, do


To give me any comfort, if she could :
Upon the world, and then devour yourselves ! Lost to herself--as quickly I shall be
The scene shifts fast—(She rises]—and now ’tis To all the world--Horrors come fast around
better with me;

me; Conflicting passions have at last unhinged My mind is overcast-the gathering clouds The great machine! the soul itself seems changed! Darken the prospect approach the brink, Oh, 'tis a happy revolution here !

And soon must leap the precipice! Oh, Heaven! The reasoning faculties are all deposed,

While yet my senses are iny own, thus kneeling, Judgment, and understanding, common-sense, Let me implore thy mercies on my wife: Driven out as traitors to the public peace. Release her from her pangs, and if my reason, Now I am revenged upon my memory!

O’erwhelmed with miseries, sink before the tema Her seat dug up, where all the images

pest, Of a long mis-spent life were rising still, Pardon those crimes despair may bring upon me! To glare a sad reflection of my crimes,

[Rises. And stab a conscience through them! You are

Enter Nurse. safe, You monitors of mischief! What a change ! Nurse. Sir, there is somebody at the door Better and better still! This is the infant state must needs speak with you; he will not tell his Of innocence, before the birth of care. My thoughts are smooth as the Elysian plains, Bir. I come to him.

[Erit Nurse. Without a rub: the drowsy falli ng streains 'Tis Belford, I suppose; he little knows Invite me to their slumbers.

Of what has happened here; I wanted him, Would I were landed there

Must employ his friendship, and then-[Erit,

(Sinks into a chair. What noise was that? A knocking at the gate !

SCENE III.-The Street, It may be Villeroy

— -No matter who. Bir. Come, Isabella, come.

Enter Carlos with three Ruffans. Isa. Hark! I am called !

Car. A younger brother! I was one too long, Bir. You stay too long from me.

Not to prevent my being so again. Isa. A man's voice! in my bed ! How came We must be sudden. Younger brothers are he there?

But lawful bastards of another name, Nothing but villany in this bad world! [Rises. | Thrust out of their nobility of birth



And family, and tainted into trades.

Vil. I am thy loving husband. Shall I be one of them-Bow, and retire,

Isa. I have none; no husband — Weeping. To make more room for the unwieldy heir Never had but one, and he died at Candy! To play the fool in! No

Did he not? I am sure you told me so; you, But how shall I prevent it?-Biron comes Or somebody, with just such a lying look, To take possession of my father's love- As you have now. Speak, did he not die there! Would that were all ! there's a birth-right too Vil. He did, my life. That he will seize. Besides, if Biron lives, Isa. But swear it, quickly swear, He will unfold some practices, which I Cannot well answer--therefore he shall die ;

BIRON enters bloody, and leaning upon his This night must be disposed of: I have means

sword. That will not fail my purpose.—Here he comes.

Before that screaming evidence appears,

In bloody proof against me-
Enter BIRON.

(She, seeing BIRON, swoons in a chair; VILBir. Ha! am I beset! I live but to revenge

LEROY helps her.

Vil. Help there! Nurse, where are you? {They surround him, fighting ; VILLEROY enters Ha! I am distracted too! with two servants; they rescue him; Carlos

[Going to call for help, sees BIRON. and his party fly.

Biron alive! Vil. How are you, sir? Mortally hurt, I fear. Bir. The only wretch on earth that must not Take care, and lead him in.

live, Bir. I thank you for this goodness, sir; though Vil. Biron or Villeroy must not, that's de'tis

creed. Bestowed upon a very wretch; and death,

Bir. You saved me from the hands of mur. Though from a villain's hand, had been to me

derers: An act of kindness, and the height of mercy- Would you had nots for life's my greatest But I thank you, sir.

(He is led in.

plague !

And then, of all the world, you are the man SCENE IV.The Inside of the House. I would not be obliged to— Isabella !

I came to fall before thee: I had died

Happy not to have found your Villeroy here: Isa. Murder my husband! Oh! I must not A long farewell, and a last parting kiss. dare

(Kisses her. To think of living on; my desperate hand

Vil. A kiss! Confusion! It must be your last. In a mad rage may offer it again.

Draas. Stab me any where but there. Here's room Bir. I know it must-Here I give up that enough

death In my own breast, to act the fury in,

You but delayed: since what is past has been The proper scene of mischief. Villeroy comes ; The work of fate, thus we must finish it. Villeroy and Biron come! Oh! hide me from Thrust home, be sure.

(Faints. them

Vil. Alas! he faints: some help there! They rack, they tear; let them carve out my Bir. 'Tis all in vain, my sorrows soon will limbs,

end. Divide my body to their equal claims !

Oh, Villeroy! let a dying wretch entreat you My soul is only Biron's; that is free,

To take this letter to my father. My Isabella! And thus I strike for him and liberty.

Could'st thou but hear me, my last words should [Going to stab herself, VILLEROY runs in and

bless thee. prevents her, by taking the dagger from her. I cannot, though in death, bequeath her to thee. Vil. Angels defend and save thee!

[T. VILLEROY. Attempt thy precious life! the treasury

But I could hope my boy, my little one, Of nature's sweets! life of my little world! Might find a father in thee-Oh, I faintLay violent hands upon thy innocent self! I can no more—Hear me, Heaven! Oh! supIsa. Swear I am innocent, and I'll believe you.

port What would you have with me? Pray let me go. My wife, my Isabella-Bless my child ! Are you there, sir! You are the very man And take a poor unhappy

(Dics. Have done all this—You would have made

Vil. He's gone-Let what will be the conseMe believe you married me; but the fool

quence, Was wiser, I thank you: 'tis not all gospel I'll give it him. I have involved myself, You men preach upon that subject.

And would be cleared; that must be thought OR Vil. Dost thou not know me, love?

Isa. () yes: very well. (Staring on him. My care of her is lost in wild amaze. You are the widow's comforter, that marries

[Going to ISABELLA. Any woman when her husband's out of the way: Are you all dead within there? Where, where But I'll never, never take your word again.

are you?



ISABELLA comes to herself.

But I must say that you have murdered him; Isa. Where have I been? Methinks I stand And will say nothing else, till justice draws upon

Upon our side, at the loud call of blood, The brink of life, ready to shoot the gulph,

To execute so foul a murderer. That lies between me and the realms of rest,

Bel. Poor Biron! Is this thy welcome home! But still, detained, I cannot pass the strait;

Fr. Risc, sir; there is a comfort in revenge, Denied to live, and yet I must not die;

Which yet is left you.

(To C. BALD. Doomed to come back, like a complaining ghost,

Car. Take the body hence. [BIRON carried off. To my unburied body-bere it lies

C. Bald. What could provoke you?
[Throws herself by BIRON’s body. To a base murder, which, I find, you think

Vil. Nothing could provoke me
My body, soul, and life. A little dust,
To cover our cold limbs in the dark grave

Me guilty of. I know my innocence; There, there we shall sleep safe and sound to- My servants too can witness that I drew gether.

My sword in his defence, to rescue him.

Bel. Let thy servants be called.
Enter VILLEROY, with Serdants.

Fr. Let us hear what they can say.
Vil. Poor wretch! upon the ground! She's

Cur. What they can say! Why, what should not herself:

servants say? Remove her from the body.

They're his accomplices, his instruments, (Servants going to raise her. And will not charge themselves. If they could do Isa. Never, never

A murder for his service, they can lie, You have divorced us once, but shall no more

Lie nimbly, and swear hard to bring him of.Help, help me, Biron! Ha! bloody and dead! You say you drew your sword in his defence: Oh, murder! murder ! you have done this deed; Who were his enemies? Did he need defence? Vengeance and murder! bury us together

Had he wronged any one? Could he have cause Do any thing but part us.

To apprehend a danger, but from you? Vil. Gently, gently raise her.

And yet you rescued him! No, no, he came She must be forced away.

Unseasonably (that was all his crime), (She drags the body after her: they get her Unluckily to interrupt your sport :

into their arms, and carry her off. You were new married—married to his wife; Isa. Oh, they tear me! Cut off my hands And therefore you, and she, and all of you, Let me leave something with him—

(For all of you I must believe concerned) They'll clasp him fast

Combined to murder him out of the way. Oh, cruel, cruel men!

Bel. If it is som This you must answer one day.

Car. It can be only so. Vii. Good nurse, take care of her.

Fr. Indeed it has a face

[Nurse follows her. Car. As black as hell. Send for all helps : all, all that I am worth, C. Bald. The law will do me justice: send for Shall cheaply buy her peace of mind again.

the magistrate. Be sure you do, [To u Servant. Car. I'll go myself for him

[Erit. Just as I ordered you. The storm grows louder. Vil. These strong presumptions, I must own, (Knocking at the door.

indeed, I am prepared for it. Now let them in. Are violent against me; but I have

A witness, and on this side heaven too.

-Open that door.
Friends, with Servants.

[Door opens, and PEDRO is brought forward C. Bald. Oh, do I live to this unhappy day!

by Villeroy's servants. Where is my wretched son?

Here's one can tell you all. Car. Where is my brother?

Ped. All, all; save me but from the rack, I'll [They see him, and gather about the body. confess all. Vil. I hope in heaven.

Vil. You and your accomplices designed Car. Canst thou pity!

To murder Biron ?-Speak. Wish him in Heaven, when thou hast done a Ped. We did. deed,

Vil. Did you engage upon your private wrongs, That must forever cut thee from the hopes Or were employed? Of ever coming there?

Ped. He never did us wrong.
Vil. I do not blame you—-

Vil. You were set on, then?
You have a brother's right to be concerned Ped. We were set on.
For his untimely death.

Vil. What do you know of me?
Car. Untimely death, indeed !

Ped. Nothing, nothing: Vil. But yet you must not say I was the cause. You saved his life, and have discovered me. Cur. Not you the cause! Why, who should Vil. He has acquitted me. murder him?

If you would be resolved of any thing, We do not ask you to accuse yourself.)

He stands upon his answer,

Bel. Who set you on to act this horrid deed? C. Bald. What did those answers say? C. Bald. I'll know the villain; give me quick Bel. I cannot speak to the particulars; his name,

But I remember well, the sum of them Or I will tear it from thy bleeding heart ! Was much the same, and all agreed, Ped. I will confess.

That there was nothing to be hoped from you: C. Bald. Do then.

That 'twas your barbarous resolution Ped. It was my master, Carlos, your own son. To let him perish there. C. Bald. Oh, monstrous! monstrous ! most C. Bald." Oh, Carlos ! Carlos ! hadst thou unnatural!

been a brotherBel. Did he employ you to murder his own Car. This is a plot upon me. I never knew brother?

He was in slavery, or was alive, Ped. He did; and he was with us when 'twas Or heard of him, before this fatal hour. done.

Bel. There, sir, I must confront you. C. Bald. If this be true, this horrid, horrid He sent you a letter, to my knowledge, last tale,

night; It is but just upon me: Biron's wrongs And you sent him word you would come to him. Must be revenged: and I the cause of all! I fear you came too soon. Fr. What will you do with him?

C. Bald. 'Tis all too plain. C. Bald. Take him apart

Bring out that wretch before him. I know too much. (PEDRO goes in.

[PEDRO produced Vil. I had forgot-Your wretched, dying son Car. Ha! Pedro there !- Then I am caught Gave me this letter for you.

indeed! (Gives it to BALDWIN. Bel. You start at sight of him; I dare deliver it. It speaks of me,

He has confessed the bloody deed. I pray to have it read.

Car. Well, then, he has confessed, C. Bald. You know the hand.

And I must answer it. Bel. I know 'tis Biron's hand.

Bel. Is there no more? C. Bald. Pray, read it.

Car. Why, what would you have more? I (BELFORD reads the letter.

know the worst, SIR,

And I expect it. I find I am come only to lay my death at C. Bald. Why hast thou done all this? your door. I am now going out of the world ; Car. Why, that which damns most men has but cannot forgive you, nor my brother Carlos, ruined me; for not hindering my poor wife Isabella from The making of my fortune. Biron stood marrying with Villeroy; when you knew, from Between me and your favour; while he lived, so many letters, that I was alive.

I had not that; hardly was thought a son,

BIRON.' And not at all a-kin to your estate.
Vil. How Did you know it, then? I could not bear a younger brother's lot,
C. Bald. Amazement all!

To live depending upon courtesy

Had you provided for me like a father,
Enter CARLOS, with Officers.

I had been still a brother.
Oh, Carlos! are you come? Your brother here, C. Bald. 'Tis too true!
Here, in a wretched letter, lays his death I never loved thee, as I should have done :
To you and me-Have you done any thing It was my sin, and I am punished for it.
To hasten his sad end?

Oh! never may distinction rise again
Car. Bless me, sir, I do any thing! Who, I? In families ; let parents be the same

C. Bald. He talks of letters that were sent to us; To all their children; common in their care, I never heard of any. Did you know

And in their love of them-I am unhappy, He was alive?

For loving one too well. Car. Alive! Heaven knows, not I.

Vil. You knew your brother · lived; why did C. Bald. Had you no news of him, from a report,

Such pains to marry me to Isabella? Or letter, never?

Car, I had my reasons for'tCar. Never, never I.

Vil. More than I thought you had. Bel. That's strange, indeed: I know he often Car. But one was thiswrit

I knew my brother loved his wife so well, To lay before you the conditions (To C. BALD, That if he ever should come home again, Of his hard slavery: and more I know,

He could not long outlive the loss of her. That he had several answers to his letters. Bel. If you relied on that, why did you kill He said they came from you; you are his bro

him? ther,

Car. To make all sure. Now, you are anCar. Never from me.

swered all. Bel. That will appear.

Where must I go? I am tired of your questions. The letters, I believe, are still about him; C. Buld. I leave the judge to tell thee what For some of them I saw but yesterday.

thou art;

you take

A father cannot find a name for thee.

Now, I laugh at you, defy you all, But parricide is highest treason, sure,

You tyrant murderers! To sacred nature's law; and must be so,

Vil. Call, call for help, -Oh, Heaven ! this So sentenced in thy crimes. Take him away

was too much. The violent remedy is found at last,

C. Bald. Oh, thou most injured innocence ! That drives thee out, thou poison of my blood,

Yet live, Infected long, and only found in thee.

Live but to witness for me to the world,

(Carlos led off. How much I do repent me of the wrongs, Grant me, sweet Heaven! the patience to go The unnatural wrongs, which I have heaped on through

thee, The torment of my cure--Here, here begins And have pulled down this judgment on us all! The operation–Alas! she's mad.

Vil. Oh, speak, speak but a word of comfort

to me! Enter ISABELLA distracted, held by her Women;

C. Bald. If the most tender father's care and huir dishevelled; her little Son running in be

love fore, being afraid of her.

Of thee, and thy poor child, can make amendsVil. My Isabella ! poor unhappy wretch! Oh, yet look up and live! What can I say to her?

Ísa. Where is that little wretch? Isa. Nothing, nothing; 'tis a babbling world

(They raise her. I'U hear no more on't. When does the court I die in peace, to leave him to your care. sit?

I have a wretched mother's legacy, I'll not be bought- -What! to sell innocent A dying kiss- -pray let me give it him— blood !

My blessing; that, that's all I have to leave thee. You look like one of the pale judges here; Oh, may thy father's virtues live in thee, Minos, or Radamanth, or Æacus

And all his wrongs be buried in my grave! I have heard of you.

(Dics. I have a cause to try, an honest one;

Vil. She's gone, and all my joys of life with Will you not hear it? Then I must appeal

her! To the bright throne-Call down the heavenly Where are your officers of justice now? powers

Seize, bind me, drag me to the bloody bar ! To witness how you use me.

Accuse, condemn me; let the sentence reach Wom. Help, help, we cannot hold her. My hated life- -No matter how it comes; Vil. You but enrage her more.

I'll think it just, and thank you as it falls. C. Bald. Pray, give her way; she'll hurt no- Self-murder is denied me; else how soon body.

Could I be past the pain of my remembrance ! Isa. What have you done with him? He was But I must live, grow grey with lingering grief, here but now;

To die at last in telling this sad tale. I saw him here. Oh! Biron, Biron! where, C. Buld. Poor wretched orphan of most Where have they hid thee from me? He is

wretched parents! gone

'Scaping the storm, thou’rt thrown upon a But here's a little flaming cherubim

rock, Child. Oh, save me, save me!

To perish there. The very rocks would melt, (Running to BALDWIN. Soften their nature, sure, to foster thee; Isa. The Mercury of Heaven, with silver I find it by myself: my flinty heart, wings,

That barren rock, on which thy father starved, Impt for the Hight, to overtake his ghost, Opens its springs of nourishment to thee. And bring him back again!

There's not a vein but shall run milk for thee. Child. I fear she'll kill me.

Oh, had I pardoned my poor Biron's fault, C. Bald. She will not hurt thee.

His first, his only fault--this had not been!

(She flings away. To erring youth there's some compassion due; Isa. Will nothing do? I did not hope to find But while with rigour you their crimes pursue, Justice on earth; 'tis not in heaven neither. What's their misfortune, is a crime for you. Biron has watched his opportunity

Hence, learn offending children to forgive: Softly; he steals it from the sleeping gods, Leave punishment to Heaven—'tis Heaven's preAnd sends it thus

(Stabs herself.


(Exeunt omnes,

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