Vile as thy self, a false perfidious fellow, Alt. I've wrong'd thee much, and heav'n has I have not, since we parted, been at peace, ship Pursu'd me to the last retreat of love, Stood glaring like a ghost, and made me cold Misfortunes on misfortunes press upon me, down. Sorrow, remorse, and shame have torn my soul, 350 355 Lav. So flow'rs are gather'd to adorn a grave, 360 To lose their freshness amongst bones and rottenness, And have their odours stifled in the dust. His poor heart broken, death in his pale visage, 349 an. 1732 misprints, and. 365 Hor. The brave and wise I pity in misfor tune, But when ingratitude and folly suffers, 'Tis weakness to be touch'd. Alt. I wo' not ask thee 370 To pity or forgive me, but confess This scorn, this insolence of hate is just; Cou'd ne'er have stood it out, but I had ran, Hor. I must hear no more, The weakness is contagious, I shall catch it, Lav. 375 Where wou'dst thou go? 380 Wou'dst thou part thus? You sha' not, 't is im possible; For I will bar thy passage, kneeling thus; And thou shalt trample o'er my faithful bosom, 385 I have enough to rid me of my pain. To make all sure, my friend repeats the blow: 390 * Falls. But in the grave our cares shall be forgotten, Lav. Lavinia runs to him and endeavours to raise bim. Speak to me, Altamont. He faints! he dies! Now turn and see thy tri umph; My brother! But our cares shall end together; thee, And never see my cruel lord again. Horatio runs to Altamont, and raises him in his arms. Hor. It is too much to bear! Look up, my Altamont ! 395 My stubborn, unrelenting heart has kill'd him. He revives. thee. Alt. I thought that nothing cou'd have stay'd my soul, That long e'er this her flight had reach'd the 405 stars; But thy known voice has lur'd her back again. I feel thy pangs of disappointed love. Is it not pity that this youth shou'd fail, That all this wond'rous goodness shou'd be lost,415 And the world never know it? oh my Alta mont! Give me thy sorrows, let me bear 'em for thee, 420 Lav. Oh my brother! Think not but we will share in all thy woes, We'll sit all day, and tell sad tales of love, And when we light upon some faithless woman, Some beauty, like Calista, false and fair, We'll fix our grief and our complaining there; We'll curse the nymph that drew the ruin on, And mourn the youth that was like thee undone. Exeunt. 425 End of the Fourth Act. ACT V. SCENE I. Scene is a room bung with black; on one side Lothario's body on a bier; on the other a table with a skull and other bones, a book, and a lamp on it. Calista is discover'd on a couch in black, her hair banging loose and disordered: after musick and a song, she rises and comes forward. SONG I Hear, you midnight phantoms, hear, And fill the wretch, who wakes, with fear. You who wander, scream, and groan, Round the mansions once your own, II Chide Calista for delay, 5 10 15 |