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Hast. 'Tis true, I would not over-rate a courtesy,
Alic. My friend ! my lord.
Alic. I want the 'words,
at the friendly meaning, And wo' not die
debtor. Hast. 'Tis well, madam. But I would see your friend.
Alic. Oh, thou false lord !
dull indiff'rence :
Hast. Are you wise ? Have you the use of reason? Do you wake? What means this raving, this transporting passion ?
Alic. Oh, thou cool traitor! thou insulting tyrant. Dost thou behold my poor distracted heart, Thus rent with agonizing love and rage, And ask me what it means? Art thou not false
Am I not scorn'd, forsaken, and abandon'd,
Hast. Are these the proofs of tenderness and love ? These endless quarrels, discontents, and jealousies, These never-ceasing wailings and complainings, These furious starts, these whirlwinds of the soul, Which every other moment rise to madness?
Alic. What proof, alas ! have I not giv'n of love?
peace of innocence, and pride of virtue?
Hast. Why am I thus pursu'd from place to place,
Hast. If you are wise, and prize your peace of mind,
Yet take the friendly counsel of my love;
Alic. Dost thou in scorn,
thee, And swift perdition overtake thy treachery. Have I the least remaining cause to doubt? Hast thou endeavour'd once to hide thy falsehood ? To hide it might have spoke some little tenderness, And shewn thee half unwilling to undo me: But thou disdain'st the weakness of humanity, Thy words, and all thy actions, have confess'd it; Ev'n now thy eyes avow it, now they speak, And insolently own the glorious villany. Hast. Well, then, I own my heart has broke your
chains. Patient I bore the painful bondage long, At length my gen'rous love disdains your tyranny; The bitterness and stings of taunting jealousy, Vexatious days, and jarring, joyless nights,
Have driv'n him forth to seek some safer shelter,
Alic. You triumph! do! and with gigantic pride
Hast. Whate'er my fate decrees for me hereafter, Be present to me now, my better angel! Preserve me from the storm that threatens now, And if I have beyond attonement sinn'd, Let any other kind of plague o'ertake me, So I escape the fury of that tongue. Alic. Thy pray’r is heard—I go—but know, proud
lord, Howe'er thou scorn'st the weakness of ny sex, This feeble hand may find the means to reach thee, Howe'er sublime in pow'r and greatness plac’d, With royal favour guarded round and grac'd; On eagle's wings my rage shall urge her flight, And hurl thee headlong from thy topmost height; Then, like thy fate, superior will I sit, And view thee fall’n, and grov'ling at my feet; See thy last breath with indignation go, And tread thee sinking to the shades below. [Exit. Hast. How fierce a fiend is passion! With what
wildness, What tyranny untam'd it reigns in woman! Unhappy sex! whose easy yielding temper
Gives way to ev'ry appetite alike: “ Each gust of inclination, uncontrol'd, « Sweeps thro' their souls and sets them in an uproar; “ Each motion of the heart rises to fury," And love in their weak bosoms is a rage As terrible as hate, and as destructive. “ So the wind roars o'er the wide fenceless ocean, “ And heaves the billows of the boiling deep, “ Alike from north, from south, from east, from
west; “ With equal force the tempest blows by turns “ From every corner of the seaman's compass. But soft ye now-for here comes one, disclaims Strife and her wrangling train; of equal elements, Without one jarring atom was she form’d, And gentleness and joy make up her being.
Enter Jane Shore. Forgive me, fair one, if officious friendship Intrudes on your repose, and comes thus late To greet you with the tidings of success. The princely Gloster has vouchsaf'd your hearing, To-morrow he expects you at the court; There plead your cause, with never-failing beauty, Speak all your griefs, and find a full redress. 7. Sh. Thus humbly let your lowly servant bend.
[Kneeling Thus let me bow my grateful knee to earth, And bless your noble nature for this goodness.