OCR Text |
Show 3" E D W A R D and • o g££g^gt3tt«3^ A C T III-S C E N E I. Glofter. Miracle of Love? O wond'rous Princefs! 'Tis fuch asthou, who keep tne gentle Flame, That animates Society, alive, W h o make the Dwellings ol Mankind delightiul. What is vain Life ? an idle Flight of Days, A ftill delufive Round of fickle Joys. A Scene of little Cares and trying Pafftons, If not enobled by fuch Deeds of Virtue \ And yet this matchiefs Virtue ! what avails it? Th'afiliaing Angel has forfook the Prince, And now pours out his Terrors on the Princefs. Forfook him, faid I I No; he muft awake T o keener Evils than the Body knows, Which Minds alone, and generous Minds can fed, O Virtue ! Virtue ! as thy Joys exed, So are thy Woes tranfeendent, the grofs World Knows not the B ifs or Mifery of either-- The Prince forfakes his Couch He lceras renew'd In Health-Ah fhort deceitful Gleam of Eafc ! SGEN E L E O N O R A . 33 Y?*. f ?> &?^%jr?'<~^ ••w. '^Mm S C E N E II. Edward, Glofter, Edward, Advancing from his Couch. Hail to the frefher Earth and brighter Day » I feel me lightened of the mortal Load That lay upon my Spirits. This kind Sleep Has ined a balmy Quiet thro' m y Veins. Whence this amazing Change ?- L But be my firft chief Care, Author of Good ' To bend my Soul in Gratitude to thee i " Thou, when blind Mortals wander thro' the Deena Of comfortlefs Defpair, with timely Hand P Invifible, and by unthought of Ways, > TScf th f en forth lnt0 % Light again. Gift H o w fares m y Lord, tht PrinceV Edw. T o Health reftor'd. Only a Kind of Latitude remains, Lib,rPrCra^g Weakn<* hangs upon me • Wat In* °,LJ P^f °ne?ed Tn°Dght ! - a^dfcf £ady Whirl'd' m ^ Sleep more M«lKW2ht an A. fa*enng Clay, S"«" Angd « m e and to^h'd my Woand. C At |