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My eyes want force to raise a lover's arm, What had he done? What could provoke thy Against a tyrant that has dared to wrong me

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madness,
Cleo. Madam, like Helen, trust your cause to To assassinate so great, so brave a man?
Greece.

Who set thee on?
Her. No; I'll avenge myself! I'll to the temple! Orest. Qh, grant me patience, Heaven!
I'll overturn the altar, stab the priest !

With your own lips did you not curse the tyrant, I'll hurl destruction, like a whirlwind, round me! Pronounce his death, and urge me to destroy him? They must not wed! they must not live! they Her. What if, transported by my boundless shall not!

passion, Let me be gone! I have no time to lose ! I could not bear to see him wed another, Stand off! hold me not! I am all distraction ! Were you to obey a jealous woman's frenzy? Oh, Pyrrhus ! Tyrant! Traitor ! Thou shalt bleed! You should have dived into my inmost thoughts ;:

My heart, though full of rage, was free from maEnter OR ESTES. Orest. Madam, 'tis done; your orders are obey- And all my anger was excess of love.

Why did you take me at my word! You saw The tyrant lies expiring at the altar.

The struggles of my soul; you heard me rave; Her. Is Pyrrhus slain?

You should have questioned me a thousand times, Orest. Even now he gasps in death :

Yet still have doubted, and still questioned on, Our Greeks, all undistinguished in the crowd, Before you ventured on a life so precious. Flocked to the temple, and dispersed themselves Orest. Hear me but speak: Heaven knows, On every side the altar. I was there ;

against my will Pyrrhus observed me with a haughly eye,

Her. Why did you not return? Why not conAnd, proud to triumph over Greece in me, From his own brows he took the diadem, A second time? And, undetermined still, And bound it on the temples of his captive; Again return, and still find new delays? Receive, said he, my crown; receive my faith; What had your rash officious Greeks, dire bloodMine and my people's sovereign reign for ever.

hounds! From this blest hour, a father to your son, To do with my revenge? What drew you hither? I'll scourge his foes : henceforward be he styled To bring on me the vengeful woes that haunt The Trojan king; I swear it at the altar,

you? And call the gods to ratify my vows.

Are these the fruits of your detested love? His subjects, with loud acclamations, shook Your fatal embassy, your hateful presence, The spacious dome. Our Greeks, enraged, cried Drove Pyrrhus to my rival; and destroys out,

Both him and me. He might have loved me still, Revenge ! revenge! broke through the thronging Had you ne'er interposed — Avaunt ! Begone! press,

And leave me in Epirus. I renounce And rushed, tumultuous, on the unguarded king; My friends, my country, Greece, and all manTheir eager fury left no work for me.

kind : Pyrrhus awhile opposed their clashing swords, But chiefly I renounce thee! monster, thee ! And dealt his fatal blows, on every side,

[Erit. With manly firmness; tilt, opprest by numbers, Orest. Am I awake? Where am I? Soft my Streaming with blood, all overgashed with wounds,

soul; He reeled, he groaned, and at the altar fell. Be not too rash. Was that Hermione? ---Haste, madam; let us Ay! Haste to our ships! Why should her anger thunder against me? They lie unmoored : our friends attend us there. Was not this blood shed all hy her command ?Her. What have they done!

I am, indeed, a most outrageous monster! Orest. Madam, forgive their rage.

A ruffian, murderer, a base assassin! I own your vengeance had been more complete, And all to please a false, ungrateful woman. Had Pyrrhus fallen by me, and had he known Henceforward let the laws of nations cease; Hermione chastised him by my arm.

And let the pale, that severs right and wrong, Her. Peace, monster! peace! Go tell thy hor- Things sacred and profane, be broken down; rid tale

Gods in their temples, kings upon their thrones, To savages, and howl it in the desert.

Are not in safety, while Orestes lives ! Wouldst thou impute to me thy barbarous guilt? Oh! never more shall my torn mind be healed, Me wouldst thou make the accomplice of thy Nor taste the gentle comfort of repose ! crimes ?

A dreadful band of gloomy cares surround me, Hence to thy Greeks, and boast thy foul ex- And lay strong siege to my distracted soul !

ploits ! My soul abhors them! I disclaim the deed!

Enter Pylades, attended by Greeks. Begone! I know thee not! Thou fell barba- Pyl. Haste, prince; let us be gone : 'tis death rian!

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Andromache reigns queen: she gives the alarm, Pyl. Alas, poor prince !
And vows revenge upon the foes of Pyrrhus. Help to support him.--How he pants for breath!
The people arm and muster in the streets : Orest. This is most kind, my Pylades oli,
Our Greeks will not be able long to guard

why, The palace gates, and to secure our flight. Why was I born to give thee endless trouble? We must be speedy, sir.

Pyl. All will go well; he settles into reason. Orest. You may depart,

Orest. Who talks of reason? Better to have My friends -Hermione and I remain

none, Her cruelty has quite undone me Go, Than not enough. -Run, some one, tell my And leave me to myself I'll find her out.

Greeks, Pyl. Alas, unhappy princess ! she's no more; I will not have them touch the king. NowForget her, sir, and save yourself with us.

Orest. Hermione no more!-Oh, all ye powers! I blaze again! See there! Look where they come ;

Pyl. Full of disorder, wildness in her looks, A shoal of furies How they swarm about me! With hands expanded, and dishevelled hair, My terror! Hide me! Oh, their snakey locks! Breathless and pale, with shrieks she sought the Hark, how they hiss! See, see their faming temple;

brands! In the mid-way she met the corpse of Pyrrhus; Now they let drive full at me! How they grin, She started at the sight; then, stiff with horror, And shake their iron whips ! My ears! What Gazed frightful : waked from the dire amaze,

yelling! She raised her eyes to heaven with such a look, And see, Hermione ! She sets them onAs spoke her sorrows, and reproached the gods: Thrust not your scorpions thus into my bosom! Then plunged a poniard deep within her breast, Oh! I am stung to death! Dispatch me soon! And fell on Pyrrhus, grasping him in death. There-take my heart, Hermione ! Tear it out! Orest. I thank you, gods--I never could ex- Disjoint me! kill me! Oh, my tortured soul! pect

Pyl. Kind Heaven restore him to his wonted To be so wretched-You have been industrious

calm ! To finish your decrees; to make Orestes Oft bave I seen him rave, but never thus : A dreadful instance of your power to punish. Quite spent! Assist me, friends, to bear him off; I'm singled out to bear the wrath of Heaven. Our time is short: should his strong rage return,

Pyl. You hazard your retreat by these delays. 'Twould be beyond our power to force him hence. The guards will soon beset us. Your complaints Away, my friends! I hear the portal open. Are vain, and may be fatal.

[Ereunt. Orest. True, my friend : And therefore 'twas I thanked the bounteous gods.

Enter Phenix, attended by Guards. My fate's accomplished—I shall die content. Phæn. All, all are fled! Orestes is not here! Oh, bear me henceblow winds !

Triumphant villains !- The base, giddy rabble, Pyl. Let us be gone.

Whose hands should all have been employed Orest. The murdered lovers wait mę—Hark, with fire, they call!

To waste the fleet, flocked round the dying prinNay, if your blood still reeks, I'll mingle mine !

cess; One tomb will hold us all.

And, while they stand agaze, the Greeks embark. Pyl. Alas! I fear

Oh, 'tis too plain this sacrilegious murder His ravings will return with his misfortunes. Was authorised. The ambassador's escape Orest. I am dizzy Clouds !-Quite lost in Declares his guilt.--Most bloody embassy! utter darkness.

Most unexampled deed ?Where, where, ye gods, Guide me, some friendly pilot, through the storm. Is majesty secure, if in your temples I shiver! Oh, I freeze So;—Light returns; You give it no protection See, the queen. 'Tis the grey dawn !-See, Pylades Behold!

(A flourish of trumpets. I am encompassed with a sea of blood ! The crimson billows Oh, my brain's on fire !

Enter ANDROMACHE and CEPHISA. Pyl. How is it, sir !---Repose yourself on me. Andr. Yes, ye inhuman Greeks! the time will Orest. Pyrrhus, stand off! -What wouldst thou?-How he glares !

When you shall dearly, pay your bloody deeds! What envious band has closed thy wounds ?- How should the Trojans hope for mercy from Have at thee.

you, It is Hermione that strikes -Confusion ! When thus you turn your impious rage on PyrFlie catches Pyrrhus in her arms.-Oh, save me ! How terrible she looks! She knits her brow! Pyrrhus, the bravest man in all your league; She frowns me dead! She frights ine into mad- The man whose single valour made you triumph? ness!

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Is my child there!

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Ceph. It is the corpse of Pyrrhus.

Ceph. That sound proclaims the arrival of the The weeping soldiers bear him on their shields. prince ;

Andr. Il-fated prince! too negligent of life, The guards conduct him from the citadel. And too unwary of the faithless Greeks!

Andr. With open arms I'll meet him !-Oh, Cut off in the fresh ripening prime of manhood, Cephisa ! Even in the pride of life: thy triumphs new, A springing joy, mixt with a soft concern, And all thy glories in full blossom round thee ! A pleasure which no language can express, The very Trojans would bewail thy fate. An extacy that mothers only feel,

Ceph. Alas, then, will your sorrows never end! Plays round my heart, and brightens up my sorAndr. Oh, never, never ! — While I live, my

row, tears

Like gleams of sunshine in a lowering sky. Will never cease; for I was born to grieve.- Though plunged in ills, and exercised in care, Give present orders for the funeral pomp: Yet never let the noble mind despair :

[To Phænir. When prest by dangers, and beset with foes, Let him be robed in all his regal state;

The gods their timely succour interpose; Place round him every shining mark of honour : And when our virtue sinks, o'erwhelmed with And let the pile, that consecrates his ashes,

grief, Rise like his fame, and blaze above the clouds. By unforeseen expedients bring relief. (A flourish of trumpets.

(Exeunt omnes.

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SCENE 1.- The Tower.

(For Edward's boys, the state esteems not of

them,) Enter the Duke of Gloster, Sir Ricuard And therefore on your sovereignty and rule, RATCLIFFE, and CATESBY.

The common weal does her dependance make, Glost. Thus far success attends upon our And leans upon your highness' able hand. councils,

Cat. And yet to-morrow does the council meet, And each event has answered to my wish; To fix a day for Edward's coronation. The queen and all her upstart race are quelled; Who can expound this riddle? Dorset is banished, and her brother Rivers,

Glost. That can I. Ere this, lies shorter by the head at Pomfret. These lords are each one my approved good The nobles have; with joint concurrence, named friends,

Of special trust and nearness to my bosom; Protector of the realm. My brother's children, And howsoever busy they may seem, Young Edward, and the little York, are lodged And diligent to bustle in the state, Here, safe within the Tower. How say you, sirs, Their zeal goes on no farther than we lead, Does not this business wear a lucky face? And at our bidding stays. The sceptre and the golden wreath of royalty Cat. Yet there is one, Seem hung within my reach.

And he amongst the foremost in his power, Rat. Then take them to you,

Of whom I wish your highness were assured. And wear them long and worthily. You are For me, perhaps it is my nature's fault, The last remaining male of princely York, I own, I doubt of his inclining, much.

me

Glost. I guess the man at whom your words | Till life Aed from us like an idle dream, would point:

A shew of mummery withuut a meaning. Hastings

My brother, rest and pardon to his soul! Cat. The same.

Is gone to his account; for this his minion, Glost. He bears me great good-will.

The revel rout is done-But you were speaking Cat. 'Tis true, to you, as to the lord protector, Concerning her-1 have been told, that

you And Gloster's duke, he bows with lowly service: Are frequent in your visitation to her. But were he bid to cry, God save king Richard, Hast. No farther, my good lord, than friendly Then tell me in what terms he would reply?

pity, Believe me, I have proved the man, and found And tender-hearted charity allow. him :

Glost. Go to; I did not mean to chide you I know he bears a most religious reverence

for it. To his dead master Edward's royal memory, For, sooth to say, I hold it noble in you And whither that may lead him is most plain. To cherish the distressed On with your tale. Yet more-One of that stubborn sort he is, Hust. Thus it is, gracious sir, that certain offiWho, if they once grow fond of an opinion,

cers, They call it honour, honesty, and faith, Using the warrant of your mighty name, And sooner part with life than let it go. With insolent, unjust, and lawless power,

Glost. And yet this tough impracticable heart Have seized upon the lands which late she held Is governed by a dainty-fingered girl.

By grant, from her great master Edward's bounty. Such flaws are found in the most worthy na- Glost. Somewhat of this, but slightly, have I tures;

heard; A laughing, toying, wheedling, whimpering she And though soine counsellors of forward zcal, Shall make him amble on a gossip's message, Some of most ceremonious sanctity, And take the distaff with a hand as patient And bearded wisdom, often have provoked As e'er did Hercules.

The hand of justice to fall heavy on her; Rut. The fair Alicia,

Yet still, in kind compassion of her weakness, Of noble birth and exquisite of feature,

And tender memory of Edward's love, Has held him long a vassal to her beauty. I have withheld the merciless stern law

Cat. I fear, he fails in his allegiance there; From doing outrage on her helpless beauty. Or my intelligence is false, or else

Hast. Good Heaven, who renders mercy back The dame has been too lavish of her feast, And fed him till he loathes.

With open-handed bounty shall repay you : Glost. No more, he comes.

This gentle deed shall fairly be set foremost,

To screen the wild escapes of lawless passion, Enter LORD HASTINGS.

And the long train of frailties flesh is heir to. Hast. Hlealth, and the happiness of many days, Glost. Thus far, the voice of pity pleaded only: Attend upon your grace.

Our farther and more full extent of grace Glost. My good lord chamberlain,

Is given to your request. Let her attend, We're much beholden to your gentle friendship. And to ourself deliver up her griets. Hast. My lord, I come an bumble suitor to She shall be heard with patience, and cach wrong you.

At full redressed. But I have other news, Glost. In right good time. Speak out your | Which much import us both; for still my fortunes pleasure freely.

Go hand in hand with yours: our common foes, Hast. I am to move your highness in behalf The queen's relations, our new-fangled gentry, Of Shore's unhappy wife.

Ilave fallen their haughty crests --That for your Glost. Say you, of Shore?

privacy.

(Exeunt. Hust. Once a bright star, that held her place on high :

SCENE II.-An' apartment in Jane Shore's The first and fairest of our English dames,

house. While royal Edward held the sovereign rule.

Enter BELMOUR and DUMONT.
Now sunk in grief, and pining with despair,
Hler waning form no longer shall incite

Bel. How she has lived, you have heard my Envy in woman, or desire in man.

tale already ; She never sees the sun, but through her tears, The rest your own attendance in her family, And wakes to sigh the live-long night away. Where I have found the ineans this day to place . Glust. Marry! the times are badly changed

you, with her,

And nearer observation, best will tell you. From Edward's days to these. Then all was jol- Sce, with what sad and sober cheer she comes. lity,

Enter Jane Shore. Feasting and mirth, light wantonness and laughter,

Sure, or I read her visage much amiss, Piping and playing, minstrelsy and masquing; Or grief bcsets her hard. Save you, fair lady!

for mercy,

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