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Show 48 The FAIR PENITENT. With thine and Heav'n's Forgivenefs on my Soul, Shrink to m y Qrave, and be at eafe for ever. Hor. Bv Heav'n m y Heart bleeds for thee; ev'n this I feel'thy Pangs of difsppointrd Love. (Moment, Is it not Pity that this Youth fhou'd fail, That all his wond'rous Goodnefs fhou'd be loft, And the World never know it? O h m v Altamont! Give m e thy Sorrows, let m e b ar Vm* for thee, And fhelter thee from Ruin. Lav. O h m y Brother! Think not but we will fhare in all thy Woes, We'll fit all Day, and tell fad Tales of L'^ve: And when we light upon fome faithlefs Woman, Some Beauty, like Califta, falfe and fair, We'll fix our Grief? and our complaining there j We'll curfe the N y m p h that drew the Ruin on, And mourn the Youth that wss like thee undone. ACT V. S C E N EL SCENE is a Room hung with Black', on om is Lothario'* Bed) on a Bier; on the other, a'fa lie, with a Scull and other Bones, a Book unit Lamp on it. Califta is dijcovered on a Couch in Black; her Hair bam loofe and diforder'd: After Maficl^ and a Sbn$> fie Pfi and comes forward, SONG. I. "EAR, you 'Midnight Phantoms hear, You who pale and wan appear, And fill the Wretch, who wakes, with rear. You who wander, fcreaen, and grone, Round the Manfions once your own', H The FAIR PENITENT. 49 L», -whom /till your irimes upbraid, Ym, who reft n:t with the Dead; ~nm the Coverts where yauftray, "oneyw lurkj andfiun the Day, m the Chain-./ and the Tomb, iiher hafte ye} hither come. II. lit Califta for Delay, ill htr 'tis for her you ftay; id htr die, and come away. rtt the Sexton with his ipade, 'e the Grave already made; //!(«, fair one, to thy Knell, his Miifick_ is thy fajfing Bell. Cal Tis well! thefe folemn Sounds, this Pomp of re fit to feed the Frenzy in m y Soul. ("Horror fff V ° S ? {?T, M«N»*'°n. " * to Madnefs, ill the M m d burft with thinking. This d » 1 Flame k m u the Socket. Sure the Book was left o tell m e f o m e t h i n g ; - f o r Inftruaion then i e teaebe. holy Sorrow, and Contrition, nd Penitence;-|S it become an A h Tr>ck that l w , dull, l u x u r i o u s G o w n - m en an teach us to do over r I'll no more on't? have mote real Anjuifc in my &***"*,bt Btak> han all the pedant Difcipline k r k n e w he Farce «fi m|able R^l* ^ ut here's a Q„iT blc K e l ^ s p av. ?w g«m with clotted R£'7~ , P*le he ^o\ui i> |