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Show 52 The FAIR PENITENT. T h e raoft unnatural Sight, left their Strings crack, A n d m y old Brain fplit, and grow mad with Horror. Cal. H a ! Is it poffible? and is there vet S o m e little, dear Remain of Love and i endemefs, For poor, undone Califla, in your H art? •Sci. O h ! when I think what Pleaft re 1 took in thee W h a t Joys thou gav'ft m e in thy prattling Infancy, T h y fprightly Wit, and early blooming Beauty, H o w * have flood, and led m y Eyes upon thee, Then lifting up m y Hands, and wond'ring, bleft thee; B y m y ftrong Grief, m y Heart ev'n melts within me, I cou'd curfe Nature, and that Tyrant Honour, For making m e thy Father, and thy Judge; T h o u art m y Daughter ftill. Cal. For that kind Word, Thus let m e fall, thus humbly to the Earth ; W e e p on your Feet, and blefs you for this Goodnefs; O h ! 'tis too m u c h for this offending Wretch, This Paricide, that murders with her Crimes, Shortens her Father's Age, and cuts him off, Ere little more than half his Years be numbcr'd. Jti. Wou'd it were otherwife* but thou muft die- Cal. That I muft die! it is m y only Comfort j Death is the Privilege of human Nature, A n d Life without it were not worth our taking; Thither the Poor, the Pris'ner, and the Mourner, Fly for Relief, and lay their Burdens down. C o m e then, and take m e n o w to thy cold Arms, T h o u meagre Shade 5 here let m e breathe my laft, Charm'd with m y Father's Pity and Forgivenefo, More than if Angels tun'd their golden Viols, A n d fung a Requiem to m y parting Soul. Sci. I a m fummon'd hence, ere this m y Friendsexpw There is I k n o w not what of fad Prefage, That tells m e , I fhall never fee thee more; If it be fo, this is our laft Farewel, A n d thefc the parting Pangs, which Nature W h e n Anguifh rends the Heart firings (1 feels, Oh i my Daughter! [ExitM iolfo ii The FAIR PENITENT. 5? Cal N o w think, thou curft Odifta now behold The DefolatiQ* Horror, Blood, and R u m , Thy Crimes and fatal Folly fpread around That loudly cry for Vengeance on thy Head; IctHeav'n who knows our weak imp neS_-iu.es, How blmd with WfcoiK, and how prone to Evl, Makes not too ftr.a Ir-.qu ry for Offence, But is aton'd by Penitence and Pray r: Che.p Recompenfe! here 'twou'J not be receiv a. No.hing but Blood can make the Expiation, ^ Andclcanfe the Soul from inbred, deep Pollution. And fee, another ;r.jured Wretch is come, To call for Juftice 6 om m y taidy 'Ha«<J. Enter Altamont. Alt. Ha'd to you Horrors! h*jj thou Houfe of Death ! Avid thou the lovely Miftr^fs of thefe Shao.es, Whole Beauty giMs thee more than Mittnigta Darkrvefs, And makes it grateful as the Dawn of Da\. Oh ! take me in a Fellow Mourner w;ih thee, I'll number Groan fcr Groan, and Tear for Tear.; And when the Fountains olMi Eyeasredry*, Mint fhall fuppty the Stream , rnd weep for both. Cal. 1 know thee wtll, thou art the hijur'd Ahamont, Thou com'ft to urge m e wttn the Wrong's Iha'done tine; But know I ftand upon the Brink of Life, And in a Moment mean to ft rre free From Shame, and thy Upbraiding, Alt. Fdfly, fifty Doft thou accufe m e ; when did I comp7ain, Or murmur at my Fate.^ For thee I have Forget the Temper of Italian Husbands, And Fondnefs has prevail'd upon ReYenfic, As holy Men do Punifhments from Heav'n Uh. then forbid me not to mourn thy L0rs ' Ind^t^ nna rnat Lah la had W n «-»««> _ a .__.. * Cal Ohafa ^ ,^e n,m i n c » « d true. >hAltamutrtn hard for Souls like and fierce, to yield they have done aniifi- Hiughty mine.. But |