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Hast. Are you wise?
Alic. O thou cool traitor! thou insulting tyrant!
Hast. Are these the proofs of tenderness and love?
Alic. What proof, alas! have I not giv’n of love?
Hast. Why am I thus pursu'd from place to place,
Alic. Hither you fly, and here you seek repose;
Hast. If you are wise, and prize your peace of mind, Yet take the friendly counsel of my love; Believe me true, nor listen to your jealousy. Let not that monster, which undoes your sex, That baneful curiosity seduce you, TOL. I.
To hunt for needless secrets, which, neglected, Shall never hurt your quiet; but, once known, Shall sit upon your heart, pinch it with pain, And banish the sweet sleep for ever from you. Go tombe yet advis'd
Alic. Dost thou in scorn Preach patience to my rage? And bid me tamely Sit like a poor contented idiot down, Nor dare to think thou'st wrong'd me?Have I the least remaining cause to doubt? Hast thou endeavour'd once to hide thy falsehood? To hide it, might have spoke some little tenderness, And shewn thee half unwilling to undo me: But thou disdain'st the weakness of humanity. Thy words, and all thy actions, have confess'd it; Ev'n now thy eyes avow it, now they speak, And insolently own the glorious villany. [chains.
Hast. Well then, I own my heart has broke your
Alic. You triumph! do! and with gigantic pride,
Hast. Whatever may befall in time to come,
* “ How I bare you on engles' wings, and brought you yoto € myself.” Exod. xix. 4. See also Isaiah xl. 31.
Hast. How fierce a fiend is passion? With what wild. What tyranny, it reigns in feebler natures!
[ness, Among the sex there are, whose yielding temper Gives way to ev'ry appetite alike; • Each gust of inclination, uncontroul’d, 6 Sweeps thro' their souls, and sets them in an uproar; 6 Each motion of the heart rises to fury,' And love in their weak bosoms is a rage As terrible as hate, and as destructive. 6 So the wind roars o'er the wide fenceless ocean,
And heaves the billows of the boiling deep; " Alike from north, from south, from east, from west,
With equal force the tempest blows by turns
Enter Jane SHORE.
[Kneeling Thus let me bow my grateful knee to earth, And bless your noble nature for this goodness.
Hast. Rise, gentle dame, you wrong my meaning much, Think me not guilty of a thought so vain, "To sell my courtesy for thanks like these.
I. Sho. 'Tis true, your bounty is beyond my speaking: But tho' my mouth be dumb, my heart shail thank you;
* And the very ports they blow
All the quarters that they know
Macbeth, A. 4. 8. III.
And, when it melts before the throne of mercy,
Hast. If there be ought of merit in my service,
J. Sho. Alas! my Lord
Hast. Why bend thy eyes to earth? : Wherefore these looks of heaviness and sorrow? Why breathes that sigh, my love? And wherefore falls This trickling show'r of tears, to stain thy sweetness?
J. Sho. If pity dwells within your noble breast, (As sure it does) Oh speak not to me thus.
Hast. Can I behold thee, and not speak of love?
J. Sho. Cast round your 'eyes
Hast. What means this peevish, this fantastic change:
* Hastings was married. See Preface, p. 97. + Sir Thomas More speaks of the wit and mirth of Jane Shore. Having spoken of her beauty, he adds, " yet delited oot men so 66 much in her beauty as in her pleasant behaviour. For a proper " wit had she, and could both rede wel and write; mery in com. « pany, redy and quick of aunswer, neither mute nor ful of bable; " sometimes taunting without displeasure, and not without disport, “ The king would say, That he had three concubjpes, wbich in three “ divers properties diversly excelled. One the merriest,” &c. “ the 66 meriest was the Shoris wife, in whom the king therefore toke bf special pleasure."
Percy, vol. 11. p. 256. 3d. Edn.
That cheerful heart, which us'd to dance for ever,
J. Sho. Yes, I will own I merit the reproach;
Hast. No more of this dull stuff. 'Tis time enough
J. Sho. Never!
[Kneeling. And end my sorrows and my shame for ever.
Hast. Away with this perverseness,-'tis too much.. With one who knows you too.
J. Sho. For mercy's sake
Hust. Ungrateful woman! Is it thus you pay My services?-
J. Sho. Abandon me to ruinRather than urge me
Hast. This way.
J. Sho. Help! Oh gracious Heav'n! Help! Save me! Help!
Dum. My duty calls me
* As this play is now acted, Jane Shore goes off the stage at this place, and returns as soon as Hastings is gone.