FALL OF THE CURTAIN.

Villagers. Eus. Luc. Jus. W. DEB. HAW. Ro9. YOUNG M. SIR W.

R.R. C.

-C.-L. C.

L.

DOLBY, Printer, 17, Catherine-street, Strand, London.

Glos. In right good time. Speak out your pleasure freely.

Has. I am to move your highness in behalf

Of Shore's unhappy wife.

Glos. Say you, of Shore?

Has. Once a bright star, that held her place on high:
The first and fairest of our English dames,
While Royal Edward held the sov'reign rule.
Now sunk in grief and pining with despair,
Her waning form no longer shall incite
Envy in woman, or desire in man.

She never sees the sun, but through her tears,
And wakes to sigh the live-long night away.

Glos. Marry! the times are badly chang'd with her,
From Edward's days to these. Then all was jollity,
Feasting and mirth, light wantonness and laughter,
Piping and playing, minstrelsy and masking;
"Till life fled from us like an idle dream,
A show of mummery without a meaning.
My brother, rest and pardon to his soul,
Is gone to his account; for this his minion,
The revel-rout is done-But you were speaking
Concerning her-I have been told, that you
Are frequent in your visitation to her.

Has. No further, my good lord, than friendly pity, And tender-hearted charity allow.

Glos. Go to: I did not mean to chide you for it.

For, sooth to say, I hold it noble in you

To cherish the distress'd-On with your tale.

Has. Thus it is, gracious sir, that certain officers,

Using the warrant of your mighty name,

With insolence unjust, and lawless power,

Have seiz'd upon the lands, which late she held

By grant, from her great master Edward's bounty.

Glos. Somewhat of this, but slightly, have I heard ;

And though some counsellors of forward zeal,

Some of most ceremonious sanctity,

And bearded wisdom, often have provok'd

The hand of justice to fall heavy on her;

Yet still, in kind compassion of her weakness,
And tender memory of Edward's love,

I have withheld the merciless stern law

From doing outrage on her helpless beauty.

Has. Good heav'n, who renders mercy back for mercy, With open-handed bounty shall repay you:

Belmour. "Tis he himself! he lives! look up.

Act V. Scene 2.

White, Sc.

A TRAGEDY.

En Five Acts.

BY NICHOLAS ROWE.

PRINTED FROM THE ACTING COPY, WITH REMARKS,
BIOGRAPHICAL AND CRITICAL, BY D-G.

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BUSINESS.

As now performed at the

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