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Show 32 The Hlflory of George Barnwell. as often bent their Beams on her ; then wept and gr and beat his troubled Breaft; at length, with H nottobeexpref'd, hecry'd, T h o u curfed Fair'h^ not given dreadful Proofs of Love ? W h a t drew me] m y Youthful Innocence, to ftain m y then unfpotted but Love? What caufed m e to rob m y worthy p. Mafter, but curfed Love? What makes me noWa gitivefrom his Service, loath'd by myfelf, and fcorn',! all the World, but Love ? What fills m y Eyes withTe m y Soul with Torture, never felt on this fide .Death' fore? why Love, Love, Love. And why, above all IrefoIve( for tearing his Hair, he cry'd, Idorefolve' kill m y Uncle. Blunt. W a s fhe not mov'd? It makes m e weep to] this fad Relation. Lucy. Yes, with Joy that fhe had gain'd her Point. Shegavehim no time to cool, but urg'd him to attempt inftanrly. He's now gone ; If he performs it, andefcr there's more Money for her ; if not, he'll1never reto and then fhe's fairly rid of him. Blunt. 'Tis time the World was rid of fuch a Mo Z«ry. If we don't do our Endeavours to prevent Murder, w e are as bad as fhe. Blunt. I'm afraid it is too late. Lucy. Perhaps not. Her Barbarity to Barm mak^s m e hate her. W c have run too great a leagrh wi her aljeady I did not think her or myfelf fowid ed, as I find, upon Reflecfian, w e are. Blunt. 'Tis true, w e have all been too much fo. JHut there is fomethincr f0 horrid in Murder, that ail tner Crimes feem nothing, when compar'd to that. I w o u d not be involv'd m the Guilt of that for all ti World. i a ^ . N o r I, Heaven knows;- therefore. us clear ourfelves, by doing all that is in our Power,' prevent it. I have juft thought of a way, that too feems probable. Will you join with m e to detefl t curs'd Defign ? Blunt. With all m y Heart. He who knows of a W dermtended to be committed, and does not difcwtf* The London Merchant: Or, ll i in the Eye of the Law, and Reafon is a Murder- CWLet us lofe no Tl™'ni acquaint you with the Particulars, as we go. SCENE III. A Walk fome Difiance from a Country Seat. Enter Barnwell. Barn A difmal Groan obfeures the Face of D a y ; either the Sun has dipt behind a Cloud, or journeys down the Weft of Heaven, with more than common Speed, to avoid the Sight of what I'm doom'd to acl. Since I let forth on th s accurs'd Defign, where e'er I tread methmks the folid Earth trembles beneath m y Feet. Yonaer lim id Stream, whofe hoary Fall has made a natural Cafcade, as / pafs'd by, in doleful Accents feem'd to murmur, Murder. The Farth, the Air, the W;ter, feem'd concern'd j but that's not ftrange, the World is puniih'd, and Nature feeds a Shock, when Providence permits a good Man's Fall ! - Juft Heaven ! then what fhould I be ! for him that was m y Father's o w n Brother, and fince his Death, has been to m e a Father ; w h o took me up an Infant, and an Orphan, rear'd m e with the tenderer! Care, and ftill indulged me with moft paternal Fondnefs; »• yet here I ftand avow'd his deftin'4 Murderer. I ftiffen with Horror at m y own I m piety j 'tis yet unperform'd. What if I quit m y bloody Purpofe, and fly the Place\(Going, then fiops) But whither, O whither, fhall I fly / M y Mailer's once friendly Doors are ever fhut agaiaft me ; and without Money Millwood will never fee m e more, and Life is not to be endured without her : . She's got fuch fir,m PofTeffion ot m y Heart, and governs therewith fuch defpotick Sway ; Aye there's the Caufe of all Sin and Sorrow : Tis more than Love ; 'tis the Fever of the Soul, and Madnefs of D e - £re - I n vain does Nature, Reafon, Confcience, all oppofe it • the impetuous Pafhon bears down all be-c for* |