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Dum. Here let us then divide; each in his When my approaches made a little holiday,

And every face was dressed in smiles to meet me:
To search her sorrows out; whose hap it is But now 'tis otherwise; and those who blessed
First to behold her, this way let him lead

me, Her fainting steps, and meet we here together. Now curse me to my face. Why should I wander,

(Ereunt. Stray further on, for I can die even here !

!She sits down at the door. Enter JANE SHORE, her hair hanging loose on her shoulders, and bare-footed.

Enter Alicia in disorder, two Servants followJ. Sh. Yet, yet endure, nor murmur, oh, my

ing soul !

Alic. What wretch art thou, whose misery
For are not thy transgressions great and number- and baseness
less ?

Hang on my door; whose hateful whine of woe
Do they not cover thee like rising floods, Breaks in upon my sorrows, and distracts
And press thee like a weight of waters down? My jarring senses with thy beggar's cry?
Does not the hand of righteousness afflict thee? J. Sh. A very beggar, and a wretch, indeed;
And who shall plead against it? Who shall say One driven by strong calamity to seek
To Power Almighty, thou hast done enough ; For succours here; one perishing for want,
Or bid his dreadful rod of vengeance stay? Whose hunger has not tasted food those three
Wait then with patience, till the circling hours

Shall bring the time of thy appointed rest, And humbly asks, for charity's dear sake,
And lay thee down in death. The hireling, thus, A draught of water and a little bread.
With labour drudges out the painful day,

Alic. And dost thou come to me, to me for
And often looks with long expecting eyes

To see the shadows rise, and be dismissed. I know thee not-Go-hunt for it abroad,
And hark, methinks the roar, that late pursued Where wanton hands upon the earth have scat-

tered it,
Sinks like the murmurs of a falling wind, Or cast it on the waters–Mark the eagle
And softens into silence. Does revenge And hungry vulture, when they wind the prey;
And malice then grow weary, and forsake me? Watch where the ravens of the valley feed,
My guard, too, that observed me still so close, And seek thy food with them—I know thee not.
Tire in the task of their inhuman office,

J. Sh. And yet there was a time, when my
And loiter far behind. Alas ! I faint,

Alicia My spirits fail at once- This is the door Has thought unhappy Shore her dearest blessing, of my Alicia-Blessed opportunity!

And mourned the live-long day she passed withI'll steal a little succour from her goodness,

out me; Now while no eye observes me.

When, paired like turtles, we were still toge[She knocks at the door.


When often, as we prattled arm in arm,
Enter a Serrunt.

Inclining fondly to me, she has sworn,
Is your lady,

She loved me more than all the world besides. My gentle friend, at home? Oh! bring me to her! Alic. Ha! say'st thou! Let me look upon

(Going in.

thee well Ser. Hold, mistress, whither would you? 'Tis true I know thee now-A mischief on (Pushing her back.

thee! J. Sh. Do you know me?

Thou art that fatal fair, that cursed she, Ser. I know you well, and know my orders, That set my brain a madding. Thou hast robbed too:

me; You must not enter here

Thou hast undone me

-Murder! Oh, my J. Sh. Tell my Alicia,

Hastings ! 'Tis I would see her.

See his pale bloody head shoots glaring by me! Ser. She is ill at ease,

Give me him back again, thou soft deluder, And will admit no visitor,

Thou beauteous witch ! J. Sh. But tell her

J. Sh. Alas! I never wronged you'Tis I, her friend, the partner of her heart, Oh! then be good to me; have pity on me; Wait at the door and beg

Thou never knew'st the bitterness of want, Ser. 'Tis all in vain

And may'st thou never know it. Oh! bestow Go hence, and howl to those that will regard you. Some poor remain, the voiding of thy table,

(Shuts the door, and exit. A morsel to support my famished soul !
J. Sh. It was not always thus; the time has Alic. Avaunt! and come not near me-

J. Sh. To thy hand
When this unfriendly door, that bars my passage, I trusted all; gave my whole store to thee,
Flew wide, and almost leaped from off its hinges, Nor do I ask it back; allow me but
To give me entrance here; when this good house The smallest pittance! give me but to eat,
Has poured forth all its dwellers to receive me; Lest I fall down, and perish here before theer

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Alic. Nay! tell not me! Where is thy king, J. Sh. Ah, Belmour! where indeed? They thy Edward,

stand aloof, And all the smiling cringing train of courtiers, And view my desolation from afar! That bent the knee before thee?

When they pass by, they shake their heads in J. Sh. Oh! for mercy!

scorn, Alic. Mercy! I know it not--for I am miser- And cry, behold the harlot and her end! able.

And yet thy goodness turns aside to pity me. I'll give thee misery, for here she dwells; Alas! there may be danger; get thee gone! This is her house, where the sun never dawns; Let me not pull a ruin on thy

head. The bird of night sits screaming o'er the roof, Leave me to die alone, for I'am fallen Grim spectres sweep along the horrid gloom, Never to rise, and all relief is vain. And nought is heard but wailings and lament- Bel. Yet raise thy drooping head; for 1 an

ings. Hark! something cracks above! it shakes, it To chase away despair. Behold! where yonder totters !

That honest man, that faithful, brave Dumont, And see, the nodding ruin falls to crush me! Is hasting to thy aid 'Tis fallen, 'tis here! I felt it on my brain !

J. Sh. Dumont! ha! where ! 1 Ser. This sight disorders her

[Raising herself, and looking egtesi 2 Ser. Retire, dear lady

Then Heaven has heard my prayer; his tery And leave this womanAlic. Let her take my counsel :

Renews the springs of life, and cheers my soul Why shouldst thou be a wretch? Stab, tear thy Has he then 'scaped the snare? heart,

Bel. He has; but see And rid thyself of this detested being!

He comes unlike to that Dumont you know; I will not linger long behind thee here.

For now he wears your better angel's form, A waving food of bluish fire swells o'er me And comes to visit you with peace and pardon And now 'tis out, and I am drown'd in blood. Ha! what art thou? thou horrid headless

Enter SHORE. trunk

J. Sk. Speak, tell me! Which is he? And la! It is my Hastings ! see, he wafts me on!

what would Away! I go, I Hy! I follow thee!

This dreadful vision ! see it comes upon De But come not thou, with mischief-making beauty, It is my husband Ah! (She same To interpose between us! look not on him! Sh. She faints ! support her! Give thy fond arts and thy delusions o'er, Sustain her head, while I infuse this cordial For thou shalt never, never part us more. Into her dying lips—from spicy drugs,

[She runs off, her servants following. Rich herbs and flowers, the potent juice is J. Sh. Alas! she raves ; her brain, I fear, is

drawn; turned. With wondrous force it strikes the lazy spirits

, In meroy look upon her, gracious Heaven, Drives them around, and wakens life anew. Nor yisit her for any wrong to me.

Bel. Her weakness could not bear the strong Sure I am near upon my journey's end;

surprise. My head runs round, my eyes begin to fail, But see, she stirs ! And the returning blood And dancing shadows swim before my sight. Faintly begins to blush again, and kindle I can no more. (Lies down.] Receive me, thou Upon her ashy cheekcold earth,

Sh. So gently raise her (Raising here. Thou common parent, take me to thy bosom, J. Sh. Ha! What art thou? Belmour! And let me rest with thee.

Bel. How fare you, lady?

J. Sh. My heart is thrilled with horrorEnter BELMOUR.

Bel. Be of courageBel. Upon the ground!

Your husband lives! 'tis he, my werthies: Thy miseries can never lay thee lower.


afflicted one! thou mourner, J. Sh. Still art thou there! Still dost throw be Whom none has comforted! Where are thy

ver round me! friends,

Oh, save me, Belmour, from his angry shade! The dear companions of thy joyful days,

Bel. 'Tis he himself! he lives ! look upWhose hearts thy warm prosperity made glad, J. Sh. I dare not! Whose arms were taught to grow like ivy round Oh! that my eyes could shut him out for ever! thee,

Sh. Am I so hateful, then, so deadly to cher. And bind thee to their bosoms? Thus with To blast thy eyes with borror? Since I'm growt thee,

A burthen to the world, myself, and thee, Thus let us live, and let us die, they said, Would I had ne'er survived to see thee more! For such thou art, the sister of our loves,

J. Sh. Oh! thou most injured-dost thou die, And nothing shall divide us. Now where are

indeed! they?

Fall then, ye mountains, on iny guilty bead;

Look up,

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Hide me, ye rocks, within your secret caverns ; Say, gentle Belmour, is he not? How pale
Cast thy black veil upon my shame, 0 night!

Your visage is become! Your eyes are hollow;
And shield me with thy sable wings for ever, Nay, you are wrinkled too -- Alas, the day!
Sh. Why dost thou turn away? Why tremble My wretchedness has cost you many a tear,

And many a bitter pang, since last we parted. Why thus indulge thy fears, and in despair, Sh. No more of that- -Thou talk'st, but Abandon thy distracted soul to horror?

dost not eat.
Cast every black and guilty thought behind thee, J. Sh. My feeble jaws forget their common
And let them never vex thy quiet more.

My arms, my heart, are open to receive thee, My tasteless tongue cleaves to the clammy roof,
To bring thee back to thy forsaken home, And now a general loathing grows upon me.
With tender joy, with fond forgiving love,

Ob! I am sick at heart!-
And all the longings of my first desires.

Sh. Thou murderous sorrow!
J. Sk. No, arm thy brow with vengcance, and Wilt thou still drink her blood, pursue her still!

Must she then die! Oh, my poor penitent!
The minister of Heaven's inquiring justice. Speak peace to my sad heart: she hears me not;
Array thyself all terrible for judgment,

Grief masters every sense help me to hold ber!
Wrath in thy eyes, and thunder in thy voice;
Pronounce my sentence, and if yet there be

Enter CATESBY, with a guard.
A woe I have not felt, inftict it on me.

Cat, Seize on them both, as traitors to the
Sh. The measure of thy sorrows is complete !

state! And I am come to snatch thee from injustice.

Bel. What means this violence?-
The hand of power no more shall crush thy [Guards lny hold on SHORE and BELMOUR

Cat. Have we not found you,
Nor proud oppression grind thy humble soul. In seorn of the protector's strict command,
J. Sh. Art thou not risen by miracle from Assisting this base woman, and abetting

Her infamy?
Thy shroud is fallen from off thee, and the grave Sh. Infamy on thy head!
Was bid to give thee up, that thou mightst come Thou tool of power, thou pandar to authority!
The messenger of grace and goodness to me, I tell thee, knave, thou know'st of noge so vir-
To seal my peace, and bless me e'er 1 go.

Oh! let me then fall down beneath thy feet,

And she that bore thee was an Æthiop to her. And weep my gratitude for ever there;

Cat. You'll answer this at feellAway with
Give me your drops, ye soft descending rains,

Give me your streams, ye never ceasing springs, Sh. Is charity grown treason to your court?
That my sad eyes may still supply my duty, What honest man would live beneath such
And feed an everlasting flood of sorrow.

Sh. Waste not thy feeble spirits--I have long I am content that we should die together---
Beheld, unknown, thy mourning and repentance; Cat. Convey the men to prison; but for her,
Therefore my heart has set aside the past,

Leave her to hunt her fortune as she may.
And holds thee white, as unoffending innocence: J. Sh. I will not part with him for me! for
Therefore, in spite of cruel Gloster's rage,
Soon as my friend had broke my prison doors,

Oh! must he die for me!
I flew to thy assistance. Let us haste,

(Following him as he is carried off-She falls.
Now while occasion seems to smile upon us, Sh. Inhuman villains !
Forsake this place of shame, and find a shelter,

(Breaking from the guards. J. Sh. What shall I say to you? But I obey- Stand off! The agonies of death are on her Sh. Lean on my arm

She pulls, she gripes me hard with her cold hand. J. Sh. Alas! I'm wondrous faint:

J. Sh. Was this blow wanting to complete my But that's not strange; I have not eat these

ruin? three days.

Oh! let him go, ye ministers of terror! Sh. Oh, merciless! Look here, my love, I've He shall offend no more, for I will die, brought thee

And yield obedience to your cruel master.-
Some rich conserves-

Tarry a little, but a little longer,
J. Sh. How can you be so good ?

And take my last breath with you.
But you were ever thus. I well remember Sh. Oh, my love!
With what fond care, what diligence of love,

Why have I lived to see this bitter moment, You lavished out your wealth to buy me plea- This grief, by far surpassing all my former?' sures,

Why dost thou fix thy dying eyes upon me,
Preventing every wish; have you forgot With such an earnest, such a piteous look,
The costly string of pearl you brought me home, As if thy heart were full of soine sad meaning,
Ard tied about my neck? How could I leave Thou could'st not speak!

J. Sh. Forgive me!-but forgive me !
Sh. Taste some of this, or this-

Sh. Be witness for me, ye celestial host,
J. Sh. You are strangely altered-

Such mercy and such pardon as my soud



Accords to thee, and begs of Heaven to shew The light that cheered my soul? Oh, heavy thee,

hour! May such befall me at my latest hour,

But I will fix my trembling lips to thine, And make my portion blest or curs’d for ever! 'Till I am cold and senseless quite, as thou art. J. Sh. Then all is well, and I shall sleep in What, must we part, then ?->will you— peace

(To the guards taking him aroy. 'Tis very dark, and I have lost you now

Fare thee well

(Kissing her, Was there not something I would have be- Now execute your tyrant's will, and lead me queathed you?

To bonds, or death, 'tis equally indifferent. But I have nothing left me to bestow,

Bel. Let those who view this sad example, Nothing but one sad sigh. Oh! mercy, Heaven !


(Dies. What fate attends the broken marriage vow; Bel. There fled the soul,

And teach their children, in succeeding times, And left her load of misery behind.

No common vengeance waits upon these crine, Sh. Oh, my heart's treasure! Is this pale sad When such severe repentance could not save visage

From want, from shame, and an untimely grave. All that remains of thee? Are these dead eyes

(Ereunt omnes


Ye modest matrons all, ye virtuous wives, You ! lords and masters !-Was not that sorse Who lead, with horrid husbands, decent lives;

merit? You, who, for all you are in such a taking, Don't you allow it to be virtuous bearing, To see your spouses drinking, gaming, raking, When we submit thus to your domineering? Yet make a conscience still of cuckold-making ; Well, peace be with her, she did wrong most What can we say your pardon to obtain?

surely; This matter here was prov'd against poor Jane : But so do many more who look demurely. She never once denied it; but, in short,

Nor should our mourning madam weep alone, Whimper'd-and cry'd—“Sweet sir, I'm sorry There are more ways of wickedness than one. for't.”

If the reforming stage should fall to shaming 'Twas well he met a kind, good-natur’d soul, Ill-nature, pride, hypocrisy, and gaming; We are not all so easy to controul :

The poets frequently might move compassion, I fancy one might find in this good town, And with she-tragedies o'er-run the nation. Some would ha' told the gentleman his own; Then judge the fair offender with good-nature, Have answer'd swart—“To what do you pre And let your fellow-feeling curb your satire. tend,

What, if our neighbours have some little failing, “ Blockhead! as if I must not see a friend: Must we needs fall to damning and to railing? “ Tell me of hackney-coaches jaunts to th' For her excuse too, be it understood, city

That if the woman was not quite so good, “ Where should I buy my china ? Faith, I'll fit Her lover was a king, she flesh and blood.

And since sh’has dearly paid the sinful score, Our wife was of a milder, meeker spirit; Be kind at last, and pity poor Jane Shore.







TO-NICHT the noblest subject swells our scene,
A heroine, a martyr, and a queen;
And though the poet dares not boast his art,
The very theme shall something great impart,
To warm the generous soul, and touch the

tender heart.
To you, fair judges, we the cause submit;

Your eyes shall tell us how the tale is writ. - If your soft pity waits upon our woe,

If silent tears for suff'ring virtue flow;
Your grief the muses labour shall confess,

The lively passions, and the just distress. so Oh, could our author's pencil justly paint,

Such as she was in life, the beauteous saint!
Boldly your strict attention we might claim,
And bid you mark and copy out the dame.
No wand'ring glance one wanton thought con-

No guilty wish inflam'd her spotless breast:
The only love that warm'd her blooming youth,
Was husband, England, liberty and truth.

For these she fell, while, with too weak a hand.
She strove to save a blind, ungrateful land.
But thus the secret laws of fate ordain;
William's great hand was doom'd to break the
And end the hopes of Rome's tyrannic reign.
For ever, as the circling years return,
Ye grateful Britons, crown the hero's urn;
To his just care you ev'ry blessing owe,
Which, or his own, or following reigns bestow.
Though his hard fate a father's name decry'd;
To you a father, he that loss supplied.
Then while you view the royal line's increase,
And count the pledges of your future peace;
From this great stock while still new glories

Conquest abroad, and liberty at home:
While you behold the beautiful and brave,
Bright princesses to grace you, kings to save,
Enjoy the gift, and bless the hand that gave.



When waking terrors rouse the guilty breast, A brave contempt of life, and grandeur lost :
And fatal visions break the murderer's rest; Such glorious toils a female name can boast.
When vengeance does ambition's fate decree, Our author draws not beauty's heavenly smile,
And tyrants bleed, to set whole nations free; T'invite our wishes, and our hearts beguile;
Though the muse saddens each distressed scene, No soft enchantments languish in her eye,
Unmov'd is ev'ry breast, and ev'ry face serene: No blossoms fade, nor sick’ning roses die.
The mournful lines no tender heart subdue; A nobler passion ev'ry breast must move,
Compassion is to suff'ring goodness due. Than youthful raptures, or the joys of love,
The poet your attention begs once more, A mind unchang’d, superior to a crown,
T'atone for characters here drawn before; Bravely defies the angry tyrant's frown;
No royal mistress sighs through ev'ry page, The same, if fortune sinks, or mounts on high,
And breathes her dying sorrows on the stage: Or if the world's extended ruins lie:
No lovely fair, by soft persuasion won,

With gen'rous scorn she lays the sceptre down;
Lays down the load of life, when honour's gone. Great souls shine brightest by misfortunes shewn.
Nobly to bear the changes of our state, With patient courage she sustains the blow,
To stand upmov'd against the storms of fate, And triumphs o'er variety of woe.

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