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Thou hourly image of my thoughts, where art thou?

_Jaf. _ Indeed, 'tis late.

_Bel. _ Alas! where am I? whither is't you lead me?
Methinks I read distraction in your face,--
You shake and tremble, too! your blood runs cold!
Heav'ns guard my love, and bless his heart with patience!
_Jaf. _ That I have patience, let our fate bear witness.

_[Join hands. _

Who has ordained it so, that thou and I,
(Thou, the divinest good man e'er possessed,
And I, the wretched'st of the race of man,)
This very hour, without one tear, must part.

_Bel. _ Part! must we part? Oh! am I then forsaken!
Why drag you from me? _[Draunng to the R. ]_ whither are
you going?
My dear! my life! my love!

_Jaf. _ (C. ) Oh, friends! _[To Renault, &c_.

_Bel. _ (C. ) Speak to me! _[To Jaffier_

_Jaf. _ Take her from my heart,
She'll gain such hold else, I shall ne'er get loose.
I charge you, take her, but with tenderest care
Relieve her troubles and assuage her sorrows.

_[She leans on Jaffier. _

_Ren. _ _[Advancing to her. ]_ Rise, madam, and command
among your servants--

_Jaf. _ To you, sirs, and your honours, I bequeath her,

_[They lay hold of her. _

And with her, this; whene'er I prove unworthy--

_[Gives a Dagger to Renault. _

You know the rest. Then strike it to her heart;
And tell her, he, who three whole happy years,
Lay in her arms, and each kind night repeated
The passionate vows of still increasing love,
Sent that reward, for all her truth and sufferings.

_Bel. _ _[Held between Bed. & Ren. ]_ Oh, thou unkind one!
Have I deserved this from you?
Look on me, tell me, speak, thou dear deceiver,
Why am I separated from thy love?
If I am false, accuse me; but if true,
Don't, pr'ythee don't, in poverty forsake me,

_[Breaks away, and runs back to Jaffier_

But pity the sad heart, that's torn with parting.

_[They retake her_

Yet, hear me; yet, recall me. Jaffier, Jaffier!

_[Exeunt Bedamar, &c, dragging her L. S. E. , Jaffier R. _

END OF ACT II.




ACT III.

_Scene I. --A Room in the House of Aquilina. _
_Enter Belvidera, L. S. E. _

_Bel. _ I'm sacrificed! I'm sold--betrayed to shame!
inevitable ruin has enclosed me!
He, that should guard my virtue, has betrayed it;--
Left me--undone me! Oh, that I could hate him! --
Where shall I go? Oh, whither, whither wander?

_Enter Jaffier, R. _

_Jaf. _ (R. C. ) Can Belvidera want a resting-place,
When these poor arms are open to receive her?
There was a time--

_Bel. _ (C. ) Yes, yes, there was a time
When Belvidera's tears, her cries and sorrows,
Were not despised; when, if she chanced to sigh,
Or look but sad----There was, indeed, a time,
When Jaffier would have ta'en her in his arms,
Eased her declining head upon his breast,
And never left her, till he found the cause.
But well I know why you forsake me thus;
I am no longer fit to bear a share
In your concernments: my weak female virtue
Must not be trusted: 'tis too frail and tender. _[Crosses, R. _

_Jaf. _ Oh, Portia, Portia, what a soul was thine!

_Bel. _ _[Returns to L. C. ]_ That Portia was a woman; and
when Brutus,
Big with the fate of Rome (Heav'n guard thy safety! )
Concealed from her the labours of his mind,
She let him see her blood was great as his,
Flowed from a spring as noble, and a heart
Fit to partake his troubles, as his love.
Fetch, fetch that dagger back, the dreadful dower
Thou gav'st last night, in parting with me; strike it
Here to my heart; and as the blood flows from it,
Judge if it run not pure as Cato's daughter's.

_Jaf. _ (R. ) Oh, Belvidera!

_Bel. _ (C. ) Why was I last night delivered to a villain?

_Jaf. _ Ha! a villain?

_Bel. _ (R. ) Yes, to a villain! Why, at such an hour,
Meets that assembly, all made up of wretches,
That look as hell had drawn them into league?
Why, I in this hand, and in that, a dagger,
Was I delivered with such dreadful ceremonies?
"To you, sirs, and your honours, I bequeath her,
And with her, this: Whene'er I prove unworthy--
You know the rest--then strike it to her heart. "
Oh! _[Turns from him. ]_ why's that rest concealed from
me? Must I
Be made the hostage of a hellish trust?
For such, I know I am; that's all my value.
But, by the love and loyalty I owe thee,
I'll free thee from the bondage of these slaves!
Straight to the senate--tell them all I know, _[Going, L. _
All that I think, all that my fears inform me.

_Jaf. _ (C. ) Is this the Roman virtue? this the blood,
That boasts its purity with Cato's daughter?
Would she have e'er betrayed her Brutus? _[Going to her_

_Bel. _ (L. ) No;
For Brutus trusted her. _[Leans on him. ]_ Wert thou so kind,
What would not Belvidera suffer for thee?

_Jaf. _ I shall undo myself, and tell thee all--
Yet think a little, ere thou tempt me further;
Think I've a tale to tell will shake thy nature,
Melt all this boasted constancy thou talk'st of,
Into vile tears and despicable sorrows;
Then, if thou shouldst betray me--

_Bel. _ Shall I swear?

_Jaf. _ No, do not swear: I would not violate
Thy tender nature with so rude a bond;
But, as thou hop'st to see me live my days,
And love thee long, lock this within thy breast:
I've bound myself, by all the strictest sacraments,
Divine and human--

_Bel. _ Speak!

_Jaf. _ To kill thy father--

_Bel. _ My father! _[Part. ]_

_Jaf. _ Nay, the throats of the whole senate
Shall bleed, my Belvidera. He, amongst us,
That spares his father, brother, or his friend,
Is damned.

_Bel. _ Oh!

_Jaf. _ Have a care, and shrink not even in thought
For, if thou dost--

_Bel. _ (L. C. ) I know it: thou wilt kill me.
Do! strike thy sword into this bosom: lay me
Dead on the earth, and then thou wilt be safe.
Murder my father! Though his cruel nature,
Has persecuted me to my undoing,
Driven me to basest wants; can I behold him,
With smiles of vengeance, butchered in his age?
The sacred fountain of my life destroyed?
And canst thou shed the blood that gave me being?

_[Leans on him_

Nay, be a traitor, too, and sell thy country!
Can thy great heart descend so vilely low,
Mix with hired slaves, bravos, and common stabbers,
Join such a crew, and take a ruffian's wages,
To cut the throats of wretches as they sleep? _[Part. _

_Jaf. _ (R. C. ) Thou wrong'st me, Belvidera! I've engaged
With men of souls, fit to reform the ills
Of all mankind: there's not a heart among them,
But's stout as death, yet honest as the nature
Of man first made, ere fraud and vice were fashion.

_Bel. _ (L. ) What's he, to whose cursed hands last night
thou gav'st me?
Was that well done? Oh! I could tell a story,
Would rouse thy lion heart out of its den,
And make it rage with terrifying fury!

_Jaf. _ (C. ) Speak on, I charge thee!

_Bel. _ Oh, my love! _[Leaning on him,]_ if e'er
Thy Belvidera's peace deserved thy care,
Remove me from this place. Last night! last night!

_Jaf. _ Distract me not, but give me all the truth!

_Bel. _ No sooner wert thou gone, and I alone,
Left in the power of that old son of mischief;
No sooner was I laid on my sad bed,
But that vile wretch approached me. Then my heart
Throbbed with its fears;--
Oh, how I wept and sighed,
And shrunk, and trembled! wished, in vain, for him
That should protect me! Thou, alas, wast gone!

_Jaf. _ [Turning, R. ] Patience, sweet Heaven, till I make
vengeance sure!

_Bel. _ He drew the hideous dagger forth, thou gav'st him,
And, with upbraiding smiles, he said, "Behold it:
This is the pledge of a false husband's love:"
And in his arms then pressed, and would have clasped me;
But, with my cries, I scared his coward heart,
Till he withdrew, and muttered vows to hell.

_[Rush into each other's arms. _

These are thy friends! _[Part]_with
these thy life: thy honour,
Thy love, all staked--and all will go to ruin!

_Jaf. _ (C. ) No more; I charge thee, keep this secret close.
Clear up thy sorrows; look as if thy wrongs
Were all forgot, and treat him like a friend,
As no complaint were made. No more; retire,
Retire, my life, and doubt not of my honour;
I'll heal its failings, and deserve thy love.

_Bel. _ (L. ) Oh! should I part with thee, I fear thou wilt
In anger leave me, and return no more.

_Jaf. _ Return no more! I would not live without thee
Another night, to purchase the creation.

_Bel. _ When shall we meet again?

_Jaf.
_ Anon, at twelve,
I'll steal myself to thy expecting arms:
Come, like a travelled dove, and bring thee peace.

_Bel. _ Indeed!

_Jaf. _ By all our loves!

_Bel. _ 'Tis hard to part:
But sure no falsehood ever looked so fairly.
Farewell! remember twelve. _[Exit, L. D. _

_Jaf. _ (C. ) Let Heav'n forget me,
When I remember not thy truth, thy love!

_Enter Pierre, R. _

_Pierre. _ Jaffier!

_Jaf. _ (L. ) Who calls?

_Pierre. _ (R. C. ) A friend, that could have wished
T' have found thee otherwise employed. "What, hunt
A wife, on the dull soil! Sure, a stanch husband,
Of all hounds is the dullest. Wilt thou never,
Never be weaned from caudles and confections?
What feminine tales hast thou been listening to,
Of unaired shirts? catarrhs, and tooth-ache, got
By thin-soled shoes? Damnation! than a fellow,
Chosen to be a sharer in the destruction
Of a whole people, should sneak thus in corners,
To waste his time, and fool his mind with love!

_Jaf. _ (L. C. ) May not a man, then, trifle out an hour
With a kind woman, and not wrong his calling!

_Pierre. _ (R. ) Not in a cause like ours.

_Jaf. _ Then, friend, our cause
Is in a damned condition: for I'll tell thee,
That canker-worm, called lechery, has touched it;
'Tis tainted vilely. Wouldst thou think it? Renault,
(That mortified, old, withered, winter rogue,)
Loves simple fornication like a priest;
I've found him out at watering for my wife;
He visited her last night, like a kind guardian;
Faith, she has some temptations, that's the truth on't.

_Pierre. _ (R. C. ) He durst not wrong his trust!

_Jaf. _ 'Twas something late, though,
To take the freedom of a lady's chamber.

_Pierre. _ Was she in bed?

_Jaf. _ Yes, 'faith! in virgin sheets,
"White as her bosom, Pierre; dished neatly up,--
"Might tempt a weaker appetite to taste. "

_Pierre. _ Patience guide me!
He used no violence?

_Jaf. _ No, no: out on't, violence!
Played with her neck; brushed her with his grey beard;
Struggled and touzed; tickled her till she squeaked a little,
May be, or so--but not a jot of violence--

_Pierre. _ [Runs to R. D. ] Damn him!
_Jaf. _ Ay, so say I: but, hush, no more on't!
Sure it is near the hour
We all should meet for our concluding orders:
Will the ambassador be here in person?

_Pierre. _ (R. C. ) No, he has sent commission to that villain.

_Ren. _ To give the executing charge:
I'd have thee be a man, if possible,
And keep thy temper: for a brave revenge
Ne'er comes too late.

_Jaf. _ (C. ) Fear not; I'm cool as patience.

_Pierre. _ He's yonder, coming this way, through the hall:
His thoughts seem full.

_Jaf. _ Pr'ythee, retire, and leave me
With him alone; I'll put him to some trial;
See how his rotten part will bear the touching.

_Pierre. _ Be careful, then.

_Jaf. _ Nay, never doubt, but trust me.

_[Exit Pierre, R. U. E. _

What! be a devil, take a damning oath
For shedding native blood? Can there be sin,
In merciful repentance? Oh, this villain! _[Retires up, C. _

_Enter Renault, L. U. E. _

_Ren. _ (L. C. ) Perverse and peevish: What a slave is man,
To let his itching flesh thus get the better of him!
Despatch the tool, her husband--that were well. --
Who's there?

_Jaf. _ A man. _[Advancing_

_Ren. _ My friend, my near ally,
The hostage of your faith, my beauteous charge, is very
well.

_Jaf. _ (R. C. ) Sir, are you sure of that!
Stands she in perfect health? Beats her pulse even?
Neither too hot nor cold?

_Ren. _ What means that question!

_Jaf. _ Oh! women have fantastic constitutions,
Inconstant in their wishes, always wavering,
And never fixed. Was it not boldly done,
Ev'n at first sight, to trust the thing I loved
(A tempting treasure, too,) with youth so fierce
And vigorous as thine? but thou art honest.

_Ren. _ Who dares accuse me!

_Jaf. _ Cursed be he that doubts
Thy virtue! I have tried it, and declare,
Were I to choose a guardian of my honour,
I'd put it in thy keeping; for I know thee.

_Ren. _ Know me!

_Jaf. _ Ay, know thee. --There's no falsehood in thee;
Thou look's just as thou art. Let us embrace. --
Now, wouldst thou cut my throat, or I cut thine!

_Ren. _ You dare not do't!

_Jaf. _ You lie, sir!

_Ren. _ How!

_Jaf. _ No more. --
'Tis a base world, and must reform; that's all.

_Enter Spinosa, Elliot, Theodore, Durand,
and Mezzana. _

_Ren. _ Spinosa, Theodore, you are welcome.

_Spin. _ You are trembling, sir.

_Ren. _ 'Tis a cold night, indeed; and I am aged;
Full of decay, and natural infirmities.
We shall be warm, my friends, I hope, to-morrow.

_[Renault and Conspirators retire and confer. _

_Enter Pierre, r. _

_Pierre. _ _[To Jaffier. ]_ 'T was not well done; thou shouldst
have stroked him,
And not have galled him. _[Retires to the others_

_Jaf. _ (C. ) _[In front. ]_ Damn him, let him chew on't!
Heav'n! where am I? beset with cursed fiends,
That wait to damn me! What a devil's man,
When he forgets his nature! --hush, my heart.

_[Renault and the Conspirators advance_

_Ren. _ My friends, 'tis late: are we assembled all?

_Spin. _ All--all!

_Ren. _ (C. ) Oh! you're men, I find,
Fit to behold your fate, and meet her summons.
To-morrow's rising sun must see you all
Decked in your honours. Are the soldiers ready?

_Pierre. _ All--all!

_Ren. _ You, Durand, with your thousand, must possess
St. Mark's; you, Captain, know your charge already;
'Tis to secure the ducal palace:
Be all this done with the least tumult possible,
Till in each place you post sufficient guards;
Then sheathe your swords in every breast you meet.

_Jaf. _ (L. ) _[Aside. ]_ Oh, reverend cruelty! damned, bloody
villain!

_Ren. _ During this execution, Durand, you
Must in the midst keep your battalia fast:
And, Theodore, be sure to plant the cannon
That may command the streets;
This done, we'll give the general alarm,
Apply petards, and force the ars'nal gates;
Then fire the city round in several places,
Or with our cannon, if it dare resist,
Batter to ruin. But, above all, I charge you,
Shed blood enough; spare neither sex nor age,
Name nor condition: if there lives a senator
After to-morrow, though the dullest rogue
That e'er said nothing, we have lost our ends.
If possible, let's kill the very name
Of senator, and bury it in blood.

_Jaf. _ _[Aside to R. ]_ Merciless, horrid slave! Ay, blood
enough!
Shed blood enough, old Renault! how thou charm'st me!

_Ren. _ But one thing more, and then farewell, till fate
Join us again, or sep'rate us forever:
But let us all remember,
We wear no common cause upon our swords:
Let each man think, that on his single virtue,
Depends the good and fame of all the rest;
Eternal honour, or perpetual infamy.
You droop, sir. _[To Jaffier. _

_Jaf. _ (L. C. ) No: with most profound attention
I've heard it all, and wonder at thy virtue.

_Ren. _ Let's consider,
That we destroy oppression--avarice;
A people nursed up equally with vices
And loathsome lusts, which nature most abhors,
And such as, without shame, she cannot suffer.

_Jaf.