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Hast. Are you wise?
Alic. O thou cool traitor! thou insulting tyrant!
Hast. Are these the proofs of tenderness and love?
Alic. What proof, alas! have I not giv’n of love?
Hast. Why am I thus pursu'd from place to place,
repose; Spite of the poor deceit, your arts are known, Your pious, charitable, midnight visits.
Hast. If you are wise, and prize your peace of mind, Yet take the friendly counsel of my love; Believe me true, nor listen to your jealousy. Let not that monster, which undoes your sex, That baneful curiosity seduce you,
To hunt for needless secrets, which, neglected,
-be yet advis'd-
Hast. Well then, I own my heart has broke your
Alic. You triumph! do! and with gigantic pride,
Hast. Whatever may befall in time to come,
* “ How I hare you on engles' wings, and brought you unto er myself." Exod. xix. 4. See also Isaiah xl. 31.
Hast. How fierce a fiend is passion? With what wild. What tyranny, it reigns in feebler natures ! [ness, Among the sex there are, whose yielding temper Gives way to ev'ry appetite alike;
Each gust of inclination, uncontroul'd, Sweeps thro' their souls, and sets them in an uproar; • Each motion of the heart rises to fury,' And love in their weak bosoms is a rage As terrible as hate, and as destructive. • So the wind roars o'er the wide fenceless ocean, 6 And heaves the billows of the boiling deep; • Alike from north, from south, from east, from west,
With equal force the tempest blows by turns
for here comes one disclaims
Enter Jane SHORE.
[Kneeling Thus let me bow my grateful knee to earth, And bless your noble nature for this goodness.
Hast. Rise, gentle dame, you wrong my meaning much, Think me not guilty of a thought so vain, To sell my courtesy for thanks like these.
J. Sho. 'Tis true, your bounty is beyond my speaking: But tho' my mouth be dumb, my heart shail thank you;
• And the very ports they blow
All the quarters that they know
Macbeth, A. 4. S. III.
And, when it melts before the throne of mercy, Mourning and bleeding for my past offences, My fervent soul shall breathe one pray’r for you, (If pray’rs of such a wretch are heard on high,) That Heav'n will pay you back, when most you need, The grace and goodness you
have shewn to me. Hast. If there be ought of merit in my service, Impute it there where most 'tis due, to love;
J. Sho. Alas! my Lord
Hast. Why bend thy eyes to earth? Wherefore these looks of heaviness and sorrow? Why breathes that sigh, my love? And wherefore falls This trickling show'r of tears, to stain thy sweetness? J. Sho. If pity dwells within your
noble breast, (As sure it does) Oh speak not to me thus.
Hast. Can I behold thee, and not speak of love?
j. Sho. Cast round your eyes
Hast. What means this peevish, this fantastic change?
* Hastings was married. See Preface, p. 97. + Sir Thomas More speaks of the wit and mirth of Jane Shore. Having spoken of her beauty, he adds, " yet delited not men so “ much in her beauty as in her pleasant behaviour. For a proper “ wit had she, and could both rede wel and write; mery in com
pany, redy and quick of audswer, neither mute nor ful of hable; “ sometimes taunting without displeasure, and not without disport. $ The king would say, That he had three concubines, which in three “ divers properties diversly excelled. One the merriešt," &c. “ the 6. meriest was the Shoris wife, in whom the king therefore toke 66 special pleasure."
Percy, vol. II. p. 256. 3d. Edn.
That cheerful heart, which us’d to dance for ever,
J. Sho. Yes, I will own I merit the reproach;
Hast. No more of this dull stuff. 'Tis time enough
J. Sho. Never!
Here let me rather die,
[Kneeling. And end my sorrows and my shame for ever.
Hast. Away with this perverseness,—'tis too much. With one who knows you too.
J. Sho. For mercy's sake
Hast. Ungrateful woman! Is it thus you pay My services?
J. Sho. Abandon me to ruinRather than urge me
Hast. This way.
J. Sho. Help! Oh gracious Hear'n! Help! Save me! Help!
[Crying out.* Enter DUMONT, he interposes. Dum. My Lord! for honour's sakeHast. Ha! what art thou? Be gone! Dum. My duty calls me my attendance on my mistress here.
* As this play is now acted, Jane Shore goes of the stage at this place, and returns as soon as Hastings is gone.