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Off-murderer, off! Do not defile me with those crimson hands. (shows the scarf.) This is his winding sheet—I'll wrap him
and stabs himself.)
Hold thy rash hand.
Raby. Ah! she revives !
Doug. (raising himself.) She lives! bear, bear me to We shall be happy yet.
(he struggles to get to her, but sinks down.)
It will not beO for a last embrace—Alas! I faintShe lives—Now death is terrible indeedFair spirit, how I loved thee_0_Elwina! (dies.)
El. Where have I been? The damps of death are on me.
You are my father ;
Raby. Do we meet thus?
We soon shall meet in peace.
(she sees the body of Douglas.)
What sight is that?
Ed. Convinced too late of your unequalled virtues,
EL This adds another, sharper pang to death.
Ramy. I have undone you all—the crime is mine!
Now you are cruel.
Raby. She's gone! forever gone! Cold, dead and cold. Am I a father ? Fathers love their childrenI murder mine! With impious pride I snatched The bolt of vengeance from the hand of Heaven. My soul submissive bows. A righteous God Has made my crime become my chastisement, And pulled those miseries on my guilty head I would have drawn on others. O'tis just! 'Tis righteous retribution !-1 submit.
WRITTEN BY MR. GARRICK.
I must, will speak—I hope my dress and air Announce the man of fashion, not the player; Though gentlemen are now forbid the scenes, Yet have I rushed through heroes, kings, and queens; Resolved, in pity to this polished age, To drive these ballad-heroes from the stage.
“ To drive the deer with hound and horn,
Earl Percy took his way;
The hunting of that day."
A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.
THE COUNTESS BATHURST,
This TRAGEDY is very respectfully inscribed, as a small tribute to her many virtues, and as a grateful testimony of the friendship with which she honors her most obedient and most obliged, humble servant,
THE AUTHOR VOL. V.