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Show t tu 54 The Hiftcry of (Jeprge Barnwell fore it, and drives m e on to Luft, to Theft, and Murfe ' , „ ' ° h Conference! feeble Guide ts Virtue wl only (hows us when w e go aftray, but wants the P 0 * ° w 1 \°JrUr m our Co'Jrfe Ha ! in yonder ft? Walk I fee m y Uncle He's i f e n e . S l gr ftr m y Difguifc. - * _ f Puts on a V,zor. 1 This isT Hour of Meditation. Thus daily he prepareshis S^S for Heaven- wbntt x But what have I to do Z. Heaven ! H a ! N o Struggles Confeience. - _ ° _ ^ ™ h . goal,' ' Rmorfi' and •** Tho^ht a* Tie Storm-that Luft began, muft end in Blood I Puts on the Vizor, d, aws a Piftt/, and Exit. SCENE IV. A Clofe Walk In a IVoed- Enter Uncle. luHrti U l WaS fuP?rftitious> I ftou'd for fome Danger anchoC^V" D!ath were nigh ; ~ A heavy Sf eaftlI dS ?l Sp,ntS ; m r Imagination is filly7 w h Eea h ! r ?£ drea,r>' Grave> and Bodies chang-dj S „ ; pt" ^ P,aie ^"S^ened Vifage attacks « S i yTha" drft'(S/he m u f i n S Soul «P"ce with tk fflaS ^ ™ e w d \ M a n prepares himfelf for Death,by hold ,)?» fT o> near' and the Llv,nS ln ^e Dead be- S DefireUcU e r are^T't h o W does each <n«^.te Pa«« moves the m „ 5 fcke?,?"he View? The Mind fcarce 5 ™ the VliS Fix™ftfe ^ C W / - ^ ^ like rht r„,™ " £ ? d ftj11 and naotionlefs w e ftani, fo atprefent • J6(a of <><"" Thought, w e are almoir till C,,r;nZ T what w e muft be hereafter; tt^Cunofity awakes the Soul, and fets it on In Uncle on* 2e°r,ge ^nwell at a Dijlance. • every L? °J ' ' h ° U ft/an2e myfter,ous Power, feen every Day, yet never anderftood but by the iqfojnmum-catirr <fb, London Merchant: Or, ?J ~ , w aW thou ? • The extenfive Mind f j ^ h * n o u g h t circles the Earth's vaft "* T V « m fhe Centre, or afcends above the Stars ; Cllds attempts to pafs in vain ; loft and be wilder dm th horrid Gloom, defeated fhe returns more doubt-id than before} of nothing certain, but of Labour \ During this Speech, Barnwell fometimes prefents the ?iJ?ol, and draws it lack again. Barn. Oh ! 'tis impoffible! [ Throwing down the Bifiol, inch Harts and attempts to draw his Sword. Uncle. A M a n fo near m e arm'd and rnafqu'd! ham. Nay, then there's no retreat. (Plucks a Poniard from his Bofom, and ftahs him. Uncle. Oh! I am iiain \ A H gracious Heaven regard the Prayer of thy dying Servant. Blefs with thechoiceft Bleffings m y deareft Nephew ; forgive m y Murderer, and take m y fleeting Soul to endlefs Mercy. ( Barnwell throws off his Mask, runs to biw> aid kneels by him, raifes and chafes him. Barn. Expiring Saint! Oh, murdered, martyr'd Urn cle! Lift up your dying Eyes, and view your Nephew in your Murder. O do not look fo tenderly upon me Let Indignation lighten from your Eyes, andblaft m e e're you die by Heaven he weeps in pity of my Woes. • . Tears for Blood Themurder'd, in the Agonies of Death, weeps for his Murderer: O, fpeak your pious Purpofe, pronounce my Pardon then, and take m e with He would, but cannot. O w h y with fuch fond Affections do you prefs m y murdering Hand ? what ? will vou kifs me ? Uncle. [ Groans and dies. ] tffes him. ~^V" Lln ^ hovered on h*s Lips but till he had feevaelre.d ray Pardoann d ionh t!h aIt fKoilfsl oewx pired. He's gone ffr 2 -- Mercy, |