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Alic. Sure, something more than fortune join'd
your loves :
Nor could his greatness, and his gracious form,
7. Sh. Name him no more :
Thou wilt see me,
Alic. Joy of my life, my dearest Shore, forbear
7. Sh. My form, alas! has long forgot to please ; The scene of beauty and delight is chang'd ; No roses bloom upon my fading cheek, Nor laughing graces wanton in my eyes ; But haggard grief, lean-looking sallow care,
And pining discontent, a rueful train,
Alic. Does Hastings undertake to plead your cause?
shall charm him long. 7. Sh. Away, you Aatterer! Nor charge his gen'rous meaning with a weakness, Which his great soul and virtue must disdain. Too much of love thy hapless friend has provid, Too many giddy foolish hours are gone, And in fantastic
away : May the remaining few know only friendship. So thou, my dearest, truest, best Alicia, Vouchsafe to lodge me in thy gentle heart, A partner there; I will give up mankind, Forget the transports of increasing passion, And all the pangs we feel for its decay. Alic. Live! live and reign for ever in my bosom ;
[Embracing Safe and unrivall’d there possess thy own; And
you, the brightest of the stars above, Ye saints that once were women here below, Be witness of the truth, the holy friendship,
Which here to this my other self I vow.
7. Sh. Yes, thou art true, and only thou art true; Therefore these jewels, once the lavish bounty Of royal Edward's love, I trust to thee;
[Giving a casket. Receive this, all that I can call my own, And let it rest unknown), and safe with thee: That if the state's injustice should oppress me, Strip me of all, and turn me out a wanderer, My wretchedness may find relief from thee, And shelter from the storm.
Alic. My all is thine ; One common hazard shall attend us both, And both be fortunate, or both be wretched. But let thy fearful doubting heart be still; The saints and angels have thee in their charge, And all things shall be well. Think not, the good, The gentle deeds of mercy thou hast done, Shall die forgotten all; “ the poor, the pris'ner, “ The fatherless, the friendless, and the widow, “ Who daily own the bounty of thy hand, “ Shall cry to Heav'n and pull a blessing on thee;" Ev'n man, the merciless insulter man, Man, who rejoices in our sex's weakness,
Shall pity thee, and with unwonted goodness
7. Sh. Why should I think that man will do for me,
ACT II. SCENE 1.
Continues. Enter Alicia, speaking to JANE SHORE as
Alicia. No farther, gentle friend; good angels guard you, And spread their gracious wings about your slumbers. The drowsy night grows on the world, and now The busy craftsmen and o'er-labour'd hind
Forget the travail of the day in sleep :
Enter a Servant. Ser. One from the court, Lord Hastings (as I think) demands my lady. Alic. Hastings! Be still, my heart, and try to meet
him With his own arts: with falshood_But he comes.
Enter Lord HASTINGS, speaks to a Servant as entering.
Hast. Dismiss my train, and wait alone without. Alicia here ! Unfortunate encounter! But be it as it may.
Alic. When humbly, thus, The great descend to visit the afflicted, When thus, unmindful of their rest, they come To sooth the sorrows of the midnight mourner, Comfort comes with them; like the golden sun, Dispels the sullen shades with her sweet influence, And chears the melancholy house of care.