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Serv. 'Tis all in vain,
[Exit, shutting the door.
[She sits down at the door. Enter Alicia in disorder; two Servants following.
Alic. What wretch art thou? whose misery and baseness
J. Sho. A very beggar, and a wretch, indeed;
Alic. And dost thou come to me, to me for bread?
* The times have been,
Macbeth, A.JII. S. IV. to " Cast thy bread upon the waters, for thou shalt find it after " many days."
Eccles. XI. I.
Tithe Andronicus, A. IV. S. I. s“ The ravens of the valley”. Prov. xxx. 17.
J. Sho. And yet there was a time, when my Alicia Ilas thought unhappy Shore her dearest blessing, And mourn'd that live-long day she pass'd without me: " When, pair'd like turtles, we were still together,' . ( When, often as we prattled arm-in-arm,' Inclining fondly to me she has said, She lor'd me more than all the world beside.
Alic. Ha! say'st thou! let me look upon thee well'Tis true- I know thee now-Yes, now I know thee! Thou art that fatal fair, that hated she, That set my brain a madding. Thou hast robb'd me; . Thou hast undone me-murder! Oh my lastings! See his pale bloody head shoots glaring by me!
Give me him back again, thou soft deluder, 6 Thou beauteous witch
6 J. Sho. Alas I never wrongd you "0! then be good to me; have pity on me; « Thou never knew'st the bitterness of want, • And may'st thou never know it. Oh! bestow 6 Some poor remain, the voiding of thy table, * • A morsel to support my famish'd soul.'
Alic. Avaunt! and come not near me
J. Sho. To thy hand
J. Sho. Oh! for mercy!
Alic. Mercy! I know it not-for I am miserable. I'll give thee misery, for here she dwells; This is her house, where the sun never dawns, The bird of night sits screaming o'er the roof, And nought is heard but wailings and lamentings. Hark! something cracks above; it shakes, it totters!
*“ Desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich " Man's table,"
Luke avi, 21.
And, see, the nodding ruin falls to crush me! 'Tis fall'n, 'tis here! I feel it on my brain ! 61 Serv. This sight disorders her
62 Serv. Retire, dear lady 6 And leave this woman
Alic. Let her take my counsel ! Go to him, woman, thou did'st steal him from me. I wo' not linger long behind thee here.. A waving flood of blueish fire swells o'er me; And now 'tis out, and I am drown'd in blood. Ha! what art thou! thou horrid headless trunk? It is my Hastings ! See! he wafts me on! Away! I go! I fly! I follow thee. < But come not thou with mischief-making beauty • To interpose between us, look not on him, • Give thy fond arts and thy delusions o'er; . For thou shalt never, never part us more.'
[She runs off, her Servants following:
* Timon of Athens, when digging the earth, A. IV. S. III. calls it “ common mother,” and talks of its“ plenteous bosom".
+ " She weepeth sore in the night, and her tears are on her cheeks: « among all her lovers she hath none to comfort her; all her friends “ have dealt treacherously with her, they are become her enemies."
Lament. 1. 2. See also v. 21, " I looked for some to have pity on me, but there was no man; « neither found 1 any to comfort me."
Psalm LXIX, 21,
The dear companions of thy joyful days,
Thus let us live, and let us die. (they said)
And nothing shall divide us.'-Now where are they?
aloof, And view my desolation from afar;* • When they pass by, they shake their heads in scorn, • And cry, behold the harlot and her end!'+ And yet thy goodness turns aside to pity me! Alas! there may be danger, get thee gone! Let me not pull a ruin on thy head, Leave me to die alone; for I am fallin Never to rise, and all relief is vain.
Bel. Yet raise thy drooping head; for I am come
(Raising herself and looking abouf.
Bel. He has, but see
* " My lovers and my neighbours did stand looking upon my “ trouble, and my kinsmen stood afar off.” Psalm xxxvIII. 11.
See also XXII. 17. Matt, xxv11. 55. + " Al} that see me laugh me to scorn; they shoot out their * lips, and shake their heads,"
Psalm XXII. 7. "All they that pass by clap their hands at thee; they hiss and wag " their head at the daughter of Jerusalem, saying, Is this the city “ that men called The perfection of beauty, The joy of the whole “ earth?"
Lament, ii. 15. “ Standing afar off for the fear of her torment, saying, Alas, alas, " that great city Babylon,” (“ the mother of harlots,” xvii. 5.) 6 that mighty city! for in one hour is thy judgment come.” :
Rev, xvIII, 10.
Enter Shore. J. Sho. Speak, tell me! which is he? And oh! what
would This dreadful vision! See, it comes upon me It is my husband-Ah!
[She swoons. Shore. She faints ! support her! (Sustain her head, while I infuse this cordial Into her dying lips-from spicy drugs.
be ( Rich herbs and flowers, the potent juice is drawn: ( With wond'rous force it strikes the lazy spirits, • Drives them around, and wakens life anew.'
Bel. Her weakness could not bear the strong surprize. But, see, she stirs! and the returning blood Faintly begins to blush again, and kindle Upon her ashy cheekShore. So-gently raise her
[Raising her up. J. Sho. Ha! what art thou ? Belmour! Bel. How fåre you, lady? ' J. Sho. My heart is thrill'd with horror
Bel. Be of courage Your husband lives! 'Tis he, my worthiest friend J. Sho. Still art thou there!-still dost thou hover:
round me! Oh, save me, Belmour, from his angry shade!*
Bel. 'Tis he himself!-he lives !-look up
J. Sho. I dare not!
Shore. Am I so hateful, then, so deadly to thee,
J. Sho, Oh! thou most injur'd—dost thou live indeed?
aras, my heart,
rath in thy eyes, and
J. Sho. Hast thou, my
stal my peace, and bles Ok! let me, then, fall dowi 1 weep my gratitude for e bive me your drops, ye soft Give me your streams, ye nev laat my sad eyes may still sur And feed an everlasting flood o Shore. Waste not thy feeble. Beneld, unknown, thy mournii My heart has set aside all inj’ry
And the kings of the earth, &c. " dit in the rocks of the mountains; 'a asrocks, Fall on us, and hide us" & Itago Isaiah 11. 21. Hosea X. 8. Lu "Oh that my head were waters, an
that I might weep day and night