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J. Sho. - For pity let me go
Hast. Avaunt! Base groom
Dum. No, my Lord--
Hust. And dost thou know me, slave?
Dum. Yes, thou proud Lord! I know thee well, know thee with each advantage Which wealth, or power, or noble birth can give thee. I know thee, too, for one who stains those honours, And blots a long illustrious line of ancestry, By poorly daring thus to wrong a woman.
Hast. 'Tis wond'rous well! I see, my saint-like dame, You stand provided of your braves and ruffians, To man your cause, and bluster in your brothel.
Dum. Take back the foul reproach, unmanner'd Nor urge my rage too far, lest thou should'st find [railer! I have as daring spirits in my blood As thou, or any of thy race e'er boasted; And tho' no gaudy titles grac'd my birth, Hast. Insolent villain! henceforth let this teach thee,
. [Draws and strikes him. The distance 'twixt a peasant and a prince. Dum. Nay, then, my Lord! (drawing.] learn you
by this, how well An arm iesolv'd can guard its master's life.
[They fight. J. Sho. Oh my distracting fears! hold, for sweet
[They fight, Dumont disarms Lord Hastings. Hast. Confusion! baffled by a base-born hind! · Dum. Now, haughty Sir, where is our difference now?
Your life is in my hand, and did not something,
Hast. Whence is my failing hand! And what is it
[Exit. J. Sho. Alas; what have you done? know you the The mightiness that waits upon this Lord ? (power,
Dun. Fear not, my worthiest mistress; 'tis a cause, In which Heaven's guard will wait you. O pursue, Pursue the sacred counsels of your soul, Which urge you on to virtue; let not danger, Nor the incumbring world, make faint your purpose. Assisting Angels will conduct your steps, Bring you to bliss, and crown your end with peace.
J. Sho. O that my head were laid, my sad eyes clos'd,
Dum. Would you be happy, leave this fatal place,
J. Sho. Where should I fly, thus helpless and forlorn, Of friends, and all the means of life bereft?
Dum. Belmour, whose friendly care still wakes to. Has found you out a little peaceful refuge, [serve you, Far from the court and the tumultuous city. Within an ancient forest's ample verge, There stands a lonely, but a healthful dwelling, Built for convenience, and the use of life: Around it fallows, meads, and pastures fair, A little garden, and a limpid brook, By nature's own contrivance seem dispos'd; No neighbours, but a few poor simple clowns, Honest and true, with a well-meaning Priest: No faction or domestick fury's rage, Did e'er disturb the quiet of that place, When the contending nobles shook the land With York and Lancaster's. disputed sway.
Your virtue there may find a safe retreat
J. Sho. Can there be so much happiness in store:
Dum. Will you then go? You glad my very soul!
Enter Alicia with a paper.
* " And I said, Oh, that I had wings like a dove, for then would " I tlee away and he at rist. Lo, then would I get me away afar * oil, and reinain in the wilderness. I would make haste to escape, “ because of the storing wind and tempest." Psalm Ly. 6-8.
+ At the Tower, See A.J. S.I.
His bold ambition now avows its aim
Enter JANE SHORE.
Alic. What new grief is this?
J. Sho. That friendly, honest man,
Alic. To prison, said you! can you guess the cause?
J. Sho. Too well, I fear. His bold defence of me, Has drawn the vengeance of Lord Hastings on him.
Alic. Lord Hastings! ha!
J. Sho. Some fitter time must tell thee
Here, as the princely Gloster passes forth,
[She gives the paper to Alicia, who opens
and seems to read it.
[Pulling out the other paper. J. Sho. But, see, the great protector comes this way, 5 Attended by a train of waiting courtiers.' Give me the paper, friend. Alic. [ Aside] For love and vengeance!
[She gives her the other paper. Enter the Duke of Gloster, Sir Richard RATCLIFTE, Sir William CATESBY, Courtiers, and other attendants.
J. Sho. [Kneeling.] O noble Gloster, turn thy graIncline thy pitying ear to my complaint. [cious eye, A poor, undone, forsaken, helpless woman, Intreats a little bread for charity, To feed her wants, and save her life from perishing. Glos. Arise, fair dame, and dry your wat ry eyes.
[Receiving the paper and raising her. It were no sign of pity in his heart, That could refuse a boon to such a suitress. You've got a noble friend to be your advocate; A worthy and right-gentle Lord he is, And to his trust most true. This present now, Some matters of the state detain our leisure; These once dispatch’d, we'll call for you anon, And give your griefs redress. Go to, be comforted. J. Sho. Good Heav'n repay your Highness for this
[pity And show'r down blessings on your princely head. Come, my Alicia, reach thy friendly arm,