OCR Text |
Show ,4 The FAIR PENITENT-Which pointed out the way to noble Daring, And fhew'd thee whar it was to be a M a n ? Lav. What bufy, meddling Fiend, what Foe to Goodncfa, Could kindle fuch a Difcord? O h ! layby thofemoft ungentle Looks, and angry Weapons, Unlefs you mean m y Griefs, and killing Fears, Should ftrftch m e out at your rclenticfs Feet, A w r e u h e d Coarfe, the Vidim of your Fury. Hor. Ask'il thou what made us Foes ? 'twas bafe In-gratitude ; T'was fuch a Bin to Friendfhip, as Heav n's Mercy, That ftrivrs with Man's untoward, monftrous Wicked- UnwearyM with forgiving, fcarce cou'd pardon, (nek, He, w h 3 was all to me, Child! Brother! Friend! With barb'rous, bloody Malice, fought m y Life. Alt. T h o u art m y Sifter, and I wou'd not make thee he lonely Mourner of a widow'd Bed, Therefore thy Husband's Life is fafe; but warn him, >Jo more to know this hofpi table Roof. H e has but ill repaid Scioho's Bounty; W e muft not meet; 't:s dangerous; farewel. [He is gotrg, Lavima holdshm, Lav. Stay Altamont, m y Brother, ftay, if ever Nature, or what is nearer much than Nature, T h e kind Confent of our agreeing Minds, Have made us dear to one another, ftay, And fpeak one gentle W o r d to your Horatio. Behold, h'-s Anger melts, ht longs to love you, T o call you Friend, then prefs you bard, with all I he tender fpeechlefs Joy of Reconcilement. At. It cannot, flia'not be! you muft not hold 0 lav. Look kindly then! Ah. Each Minute that 1 ftay, Is a new Injury to fair Califta. From thy falfe Friendfhip, to her Arms I'll H), There, if in any Paufe of Love I reft, Breathiefs with Blifs, upon her panting Breait, M bbrrookkeenn,, mmeellttiinngg AAcccceennttss II wwiilnl fiwwe^ur.,, henceforth to truft m y Heart with none but her, Xk TfeFAlR PENITENT. ^ Then own the Joys, which on her Charms attend, Have more than paid m e for my.faithlefs Friend ' [Altamont breaks from Lavmia, anf Exit. Hor Oh! raife thee, m y Lavmia, from the Earth5 It is too much, this Tide of flowing Grief, This wond'rous Wafte of Tears, too much to give, To an ungrateful Friend, and cruel Brother. Lav. Is there not Caufe for weeping? O h Horatio I A Brother and a Husband were m y T reafure, 'fwas ill the little Wealth that poor Lavinia Sav'd from the Shipwreck of her Father's Fortune*. One half is loft already $ if thou ltav'ft m e, If thou fhou'dft prove unkind tome, as Altamont, Whom fhall I find to pity my Diiirefs, To have Compaflion on a helplefs Wanderer, And give her where to lay her wretched Head ? Hor. W h y doft thou wound me with thy foft Com- Tho* Altamont be falfe, and ufe m e hardly, (plainings? Yet think not I impute his Crimes to thee. Talk not of being iorfaken, for I'll keep thee, Next to my Heart, my certain Pk-dge of Happinefs. Heav'n form'd thee gentle, fair, ar.d full of Gocdncfs, And made thee all my Portion here on Earth; It gave thee to me, is a large Amends, For Fortune, Friends, and all the World befide. Lav. Then you will love M e ftill, cherifh m e ever, And h de me from Misfortune in your Bofom ? Here end my Cares, nor will 1 lofe one Thought How we fhall live, or purchafe Food and Raiment. l^ly , r' w h o clothes thc fenfelefs Earth W ith WoodVith Fruits, with FIow'rs,and verdant Grafs, Whofe bounteous Hand feeds the whole Brute Creation Knows all our Wants, and has enough to give u s ' Hor. From Genoa, from Falfhood and lnconftancy, To fome more honeft diftant Climate we'll *0> * Nor will I be beholden to m y Country S ' For ought, but thee, the Partner of m y Flight. My CouSv ln\Ml7 tHce5 forfak^ A T L > ™ 7 ' ?f°Jhcr' F r i e n d s> ev'n all I have: **> mine's a little all; yet were it mor,, C 2 And |