_Soft music; enter Belvidera, distracted, led by two of
her women; Priuli and Servants._
_Pri._ Strengthen her heart with patience, pitying heav'n.
_Bel._ Come, come, come, come, come, nay come to bed.
Pr'ythee, my love. The winds! hark how they whistle;
And the rain beats: Oh! how the weather shrinks me!
You are angry now, who cares? pish, no indeed,
Choose then; I say you shall not go, you shall not;
Whip your ill nature; get you gone then. Oh!
Are you return'd? see, father, here he's come again:
Am I to blame to love him? O, thou dear one,
Why do you fly me? are you angry still then?
Jaffier, where art thou? father, why do you do thus?
Stand off, don't hide him from me. He's here somewhere.
Stand off, I say: what, gone? remember't, tyrant:
I may revenge myself for this trick, one day.
I'll do't--I'll do't.
_Enter Officer._
_Pri._ News, what news? [_Officer whispers Priuli._
_Offi._ Most sad, sir;
Jaffier, upon the scaffold, to prevent
A shameful death, stabb'd Pierre, and next himself;
Both fell together.
_Pri._ Daughter!
_Bel._ Ha! look there!
My husband bloody, and his friend too! murder!
Who has done this? speak to me, thou sad vision:
On these poor trembling knees I beg it. Vanish'd--
Here they went down--Oh, I'll dig, dig, the den up!
You shan't delude me thus. Hoa, Jaffier, Jaffier,
Peep up, and give me but a look. I have him!
I've got him, father: Oh!
My love! my dear! my blessing! help me! help me!
They have hold on me, and drag me to the bottom.
Nay--now they pull so hard--farewell--
[_dies; the curtain falls slowly to music._
THE END.
_Maurice,
Fenchurch Street._
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Transcriber's note:
One instance of the name Bromveil was changed to read Bramveil.
Missing punctuation, especially at the end of speeches, has been
added without comment.