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- Oh, gracious Heaven! extend thy pity to her, < let thy rich mercy flow in plenteous streams to 6 chase her fears, and heal her wounded soul.
6 Mil. It will not be: your prayers are lost in air, or
else return'd perhaps with double blessings to your 5 bosom; they help not me.*
6 Barn. Yet hear me, Millwood. 6 Mil. Away, I will not hear thee: [Barnwell seems
to pray.] If thou wilt pray, pray for thyself, not me. 6 How doth his fervent soul mount with his words, and 6 both ascend to Heaven ! that Heaven, whose gates are
shut with adamantine bars against my prayers, had I 6 the will to pray. I cannot bear it. Sure 'tis the worst 5 of torments to behold others to enjoy that bliss which 6 we must never taste.
- Ofi. The utmost limit of your time's expired.
Mil. Encompassed with horror, whither must I go? " I would not live—nor die—That I could cease to be
or ne'er had been! 6 Barn. Since peace and comfort are denied her here, " may she find mercy where she least expects it, and this < be all her hell! From our example may all be taught to
fly the first approach of vice: but if o'ertaken
[They retire up the stage.
Enter TrueMAN. Lucy. Heart-breaking sight! Oh, wretched,. wretched Millwood! " True. How is she dispos'd to meet her fate? 6 Blunt. Who can describe unutterable woe?
* “ Nevertheless when they were sick, I put op sackcloth, and " humbled my soul with fasting: and my prayer shall turn into mide * own bosom." Psalm xxxv. 13. + " Dispatch; the limit of your lives is out."
Richard 111. A. II. S. III,
POPE's Essay on Criticism, Part 11,
6 Lucy. She goes to death encompassed with horror, 6 loathing life, and yet afraid to die. No tongue can tell 6 her anguish and despair.
- True. Heaven be better to her than her fears.6 May she prove a warning to others; a monument of 6 mercy in herself.
Lucy. Oh, sorrow insupportable! Break, break, to my heart?
True. In vain,
DO U G L A S:
At thc THEATRE ROYAL in EDINBURGH,
In the Year 1756;
AND AT THE
March 14, 1757.
Non ego sum vates, sed prisci conscius avi,
THE EDITOR'S PREFACE.*
JOHN HOME, the author of the Tragedy of DOUGLAS, was a native of Scotland, and was born in the vicinity of Ancrum in Roxburghshire, in the year 1722. In the
Rebellion in the year 1745, he served as a volunteer · against the Young Pretender. After this he turned hfs mind to the church, and was inducted into the living of Athelstonford, in Haddingtonshire, or East Lothian, the duties of which he discharged with the greatest propriety.
Having a genius for poetry, Mr. Home; in the year 1756, wrote and presented to the managers of the theatre at Edinburgh his Tragedy of Douglas. The Theatre was at that time in a more flourishing condition than it had been for many years before; and vied, as far as circumstances would permit, with the Theatres of the metropolis. The managers saw its merit, and readily accepted it, put it into rehearsal, and prepared for the performance of it in such a manner as might do honour to the author, and bring both credit and emolument to themselves. These transactions coming to the know ledge of the Elders of the Kirk, they remonstrated with the Author on the heinous crime he was committing. The Author, however, not being conscious of any thing wrong in the matter, and thinking that his play would meet with a success from which he would reap both fame and profit, was unwilling to desist, and to pull down with his own hands a fabric which he had been rearing at the expence of so much time and labour. The
* These particulars of the life of Home are taken principally from The Biographia Dramatica, and from The European Magazine, for September, 1808, Vol. 54, p. 240. I have made inquiries after a fuller Memoir of him, but without success.