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Show 42 The FAIR PENITENT. There howl out the Remainder of thy Life, A n d wifh thy N a m e may be no more rtmember'd. Cal. Yes, I will fly to fome fuch difmal Place, A n d be more curft than yon can wifh 1 were j This fatal Form, that drew on m y Undoing, Fafting, and Tears, and Hardfhip fhall deftroyj N o r Light, nor Food, nor Comfort will I know, N o r ought that may continue hated Life. Then when you fee m e meagre, wan, and chang'd, Strctch'd at m y Length, and dving in m y Cave, O n that cold Earth 1 mean fhall be m y Grave, Perhaps you may relem, and fighing fay, At length her Tears have wafh'd her Stains away, At length 'tis time her Punifhment fhou'd ceafe; Die thou, poor fuffering Wretch, and be at Peace. [Exit Califta. Sci. W h o of m y Servants wait there? Enter two or three Servants. O n your Lives Take care m y Doors be guarded well, that none Pafs out, or enter, but by.my Appointment." [Exeunt Servant!, Alt. There is a fatal Fury in your Viiage, It blazes fierce, and menaces Deftrudtion : M y Father, 1 aj» fick of many Sorrows, Even now m y eafy Heart is breaking with 'em ; Yet above all, one Fear d'ftracls m e moft, • I I tremble at the Vengeance which you meditate O n the poor, faithlefs, lovely, dear Califta. Sci Haft thou not read what brave Vtrgnuus did. With his o w * Hand he flew h s only Daughter, T o fave her from the fierce Decemvir's Luft. H e flew her yet unfpoted, to prevent • T h e Shame whieh fhe might know. Tnen what Ihou* But thou haft ty'd m y Hand. 1 wo'not kill her, Yet, by the Ruin fhe has brought upon us, T h e common Infamy that brands us both, She fha'not 'fcape. Alt. You mean that fhe fhall die then i ft . 4 TfcFAIR TENITENT. 4? Sci Ask m? not what, nor how I have refolv'd, For ail within this Anarchy and Uproar. Oh Altamont! what a vaft Scheme of Joy Has this one Day deftroy'd! Well did 1 hope This Daughter wou'd have bleft m y latter Days, That! fhou'd live to fee you the World's Wonder5 So happy, great, and good, that none were like you. While I, from bufy Lite and Care fet free, Had fpent the Evening of m y Age at home, Among a little prattling Race cf yours: There, like an old Man, talk'd a while, and then Lain down and flept in Peace. Inftead of this, Sorrow and Shame muft bring me to m y Gravc$ Oh damn her! damn her! Ertttr a Servant. Strv. Arm yourfelf, my Lord; HoJJanO) who but now efcap'd the Garden, Has gather'd in the Street a Band of Rioters, W h o threatfn you, and all your Friends, with Ruin, Un/efs Lothario be return'd in Safety. Su. By Heav'n, their Fury rifes to m y Wifh, Nor fhall Misfortune know my Houfe alone, But thou, Lothario, and thy Race, fhall pay m e For all the Sorrows which my Age is curft with. i think my Name as great, my Friends as potent* As any in the State; all fhall befummon'd: I know that all will join their Hands to ours, And vindicate thy Vengeance. Raife the Body, And bear it in 5 his Friends fhall buy it dearlv wi have Blood for Ranfom: When our Force U full, and arm'd, we fhall expecl thy Sword [Tbe Body of Lotnano is earned of by Servants Alt. Adi Th Manet Altamont. WouMv |