He was the first indebted, and 'twas thine Beau. Good heavens! and canst thou make it then a question? Speak; for I will not stop thee by professions. Could'st thou but read my soul Theo. I think I can. And art thou sure thou hast no cause to shrink Beau. To that all-seeing Power I now appeal An outcast both from Heaven and Theodora ! Theo. I will not doubt it; but it must be tried. Beau. Is there then more than Beaufort has imagin'd? Theo. Yes; there is somewhat which thy generous spirit Could never have suggested; a deep horror, That with the darkest gloom o'ercasts my fate. Beau. Speak, I conjure thee; ease my tortur'd soul. Theo. Heart-rending task! My trembling voice refuses To taint the air with the detested sounds. O for a moment's courage! Hark! what noise? Beau. Arises all this fearful perturbation? From whence I heard not any noise. Compose thy spirits, And trust thy sorrows to this faithful bosom. Theo. Then hear me, Beaufort. By thy hopes of heaven, By the respect thou bear'st thy father's memory, By all the pity thou hast felt for mine, And all thy vows of friendship to thy sister, I do conjure thee, never see her more! It is my wish. Beau. Good heavens! and wherefore not? Theo. Beau. But can it be thy wish I should be wretched? Say then what crime can Beaufort have committed, Thus to be driven from thee? Speak, or I'm rooted here. Theo. And must I then, Howe'er unwilling, tell thee all the truth? Yet, since thou now hast heard it, O beware Thy sister's life and fame are both at stake. Beau. Yes; I will shelter thee from every ill; Nor thither will thy husband dare pursue thee. Theo. Did I not tell thee, Beaufort, to beware Wilt thou increase thy sister's weight of woe? Beau. No; thou must ever conquer; 'tis decided~~-~We e meet no more, since thou wilt have it so. Heaven has rewards in store for suffering innocence. Yes; let not hope be banished from thy bosom, He will awake from error, and restore thee A husband worthy of thy many virtues. And now farewell!-alas! farewell for ever! At that moment enter DORICOURT with his sword drawn. Dor. Perfidious traitor! base, dissembling woman! Revenge is mine-I seek it in thy heart. [Stabs Beaufort, who falls. Beau. Mistaken man! thy wife is innocent. I pardon thee my death. [Faints. Theo. O wretched Doricourt, what hast thou done! Help! help! O hasten-try all means to save him. Dor. The blow was driven home. I think it pierc'd Thy image in his heart. All help is vain I leave you to your sorrows; when they cease, I may perhaps return. Theo. Is Beaufort murder'd [Exit. And Theodora spar'd? Ah! wherefore spar'd? [Faints. Enter CLARA, CARLOS, and other Servants sent by DORICOURT. Cla. O horror! horror! what a sight is this. Help me to raise her. [They place her in a chair. Car. Alas! my master! Had but thy gallant spirit deign'd to listen To what the voice of prudence whisper'd thee, Thou hadst not thus lain low. Help me, my friends, To bear the body hence, and soon revenge Shall overtake the deed. I was prepar'd To have defended him; but fate, so speedy, Mock'd my precautions, and leaves naught but vengeance. Theo. O heavens! where am I? Cla. [Exit Curlos with the body. Help! she yet lives, help! Theo. Thou dost elude my grasp, image of death! And memory wakens every sense of pain. [After a pause, and looking round her, she exclaims] Surely 'twas all a dream, Some horrid fancy of the troubled mind, And Beaufort lives. My husband is no murderer! "Tis blood-'tis Beaufort's blood! No doubtful vision, But dreadful confirmation. Clara, look My husband's sword has shed my brother's blood!— Cla. [She leans on Clara. Alas! again she faints. Assist me to convey her to her chamber. A great noise. Enter ANSELM and BERTRAND, Officers of Justice, CARLOS and DORICOURT. Car. Perform your orders-Ministers of Justice, Seize on the murderer. Behold where blood, Unjustly shed, cries out aloud for vengeance. Dor. Fate, thou hast caught me. Slaves, stand off a moment; You have me in your toils. Yes, that way lies |