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And lay thee down in death.
“ The hireling thus “ With labour drudges out the painful day, " And often looks with long expecting eyes " To see the shadows rise, and be dismiss'd.” And hark, methinks the roar that late pursu'd me, Sinks like the murmurs of a falling wind, And softens into silence. Does revenge And malice then grow weary, and forsake me? My guard, too, that observ’d me still so close, Tire in the task of their inhuman office, And loiter far behind. Alas! I faint, My spirits fail at once-This is the door Of my Alicia-Blessed opportunity! I'll steal a little succour from her goodness, Now while no eye observes me. [She knocks at the door.
Enter a Servant. Is your lady, My gentle friend, at home! Oh! bring me to her.
[Going in. Ser. Hold, mistress, whither would you ?
[Pulling her back. 7. Sh. Do you not know me?
Ser. I know you well, and know my orders, too: You must not enter here
7. Sh. Tell my Alicia, 'Tis I would see her.
Ser. She is ill at ease, And will admit no visitor.
7. Sh. But tell her
'Tis I, her friend, the partner of her heart,
Ser. 'Tis all in vain,
[Shuts the door, and exit. 7. Sh. It was not always thus'; the time has been, When this unfriendly door, that bars my passage, Flew wide, and almost leap'd from off its hinges, To give me entrance here ; " when this good house “ Has pour'd forth all its dwellers to receive me :" When my approaches made a little holiday, And every face was dress'd in smiles to meet me : But now 'tis otherwise; and those who bless'd me, Now curse me to my face. Why should I wander, - Stray further on, for I can die ev’n here!
[She sits down at the door.
Enter Alicia in disorder, two Servants following.
7. Sh. A very beggar, and a wretch, indeed;
Alịc. And dost thou come to me, to me for bread ?
I know thee not-Go-hunt for it abroad,
7. Sh. And yet there was a time, when my Alicia
“ When pair'd like turtles, we were still together;
7. Sh. Alas! I never wrongd you “ Oh! 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 “ Some poor remain, the voiding of thy table, “ A morsel to support my famish'd soul."
Alic. Avaunt! and come not near me
7. Sh. To thy hand
7. Sh. 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, Grim spectres sweep along the horrid gloom, And nought is heard but wailings and lamentings. Hark! something cracks above! it shakes, it totters! And see, the nodding ruin falls to crush me! 'Tis fall'n, 'tis here! I felt it on my brain ! “ 1 Ser. This sight disorders her
2 Ser. Retire, dear lady66 And leave this woman”Alic. Let her take
counsel : Why should'st thou be a wretch ? Stab, tear thy
It is my Hastings I 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. 7. Sh. Alas! she raves; her brain, I fear is turn'd. In mercy look upon her, gracious Heav'n, Nor visit her for any wrong to me. Sure I am near upon my journey's end; My head runs round, my eyes begin to fail, And dancing shadows swim before my sight. I can no more, [Lies down.] receive me, thou cold
earth, Thou common parent, take me to thy bosom, And let me rest with thee.
afflicted one! thou mourner,
For sure thou art the sister of our loves, “ And nothing shall divide us”-Now where are they?