world holds not such another wretch. All this large fortune, this second bounty of Heaven, that might have healed our sorrows, and satisfied our utmost hopes, in a cursed hour I sold last night. Char. Sold! How sold? Mrs Bev. Impossible!-It cannot be ! Bev. That devil Stukely, with all hell to aid him, tempted me to the deed. To pay false debts of honour, and to redeem past errors, I sold the reversion- -Sold it for a scanty sum, and lost it among villains. Char. Why, farewell all then. Bev. Liberty and life-Come, kneel and curse me! Mrs Bev. Then hear me, Heaven! [Kneels.] Look down with mercy on his sorrows! Give softness to his looks, and quiet to his heart! Take from his memory the sense of what is past, and cure him of despair! On me! on me! if misery must be the lot of either, multiply misfortunes! I will bear them patiently, so he is happy! These hands shall toil for his support! These eyes be lifted up for hourly blessings on him! And every duty of a fond and faithful wife be doubly done to cheer and comfort him!— So hear me! So reward me! [Rises. Bev. I would kneel too, but that offended Heaven would turn my prayers into curses. What have I to ask for! I, who have shook hands with hope? Is it for length of days that I should kneel! No; my time is limited. Or is it for this world's blessings upon you and your's? To pour out my heart in wishes for a ruined wife, a child, and sister? Oh, no! for I have done a deed to make life horrible to you Mrs Bev. Why horrible? Is poverty so horrible? The real wants of life are few. A little industry will supply them all-And cheerfulness will follow-It is the privilege of honest industry, and we will enjoy it fully. Bev. Never, never-Oh, I have told you but in part. The irrevocable deed is done. Mrs Bev. What deed!—And why do you look so at me! last night was meant in friendship; but came too late. Char. What mean you, sir? Stuke. The arrest was too late, I say; I would have kept his hands from blood, but was too late. Mrs Beo. His hands from blood !-Whose blood ?—Oh, wretch! wretch! Stuke. From Lewson's blood. Char. No, villain! Yet what of Lewson ? Speak quickly. Stuke. You are ignorant then! I thought I heard the murderer at confession. Char. What murderer?-And who is murdered? Not Lewson !-Say he lives, and I'll kneel and worship you. Stuke. In pity, so I would; but that the tongues of all cry murder. I came in pity, not in malice; to save the brother, not kill the sister. Your Lewson's dead. Char. O horrible! Why, who has killed him? And yet it cannot be. What crime had he committed that he should die? Villain! he lives! he lives! and shall revenge these pangs! Mrs Bev. Patience, sweet Charlotte! Char. O, 'tis too much for patience! Mrs Bev. He comes in pity, he says! O, execrable villain! The friend is killed, then, and this the murderer? Bev. Silence, I charge you!--Proceed, sir. Stuke. No. Justice may stop the tale-and here is an evidence. Enter BATES. Bates. The news, I see, has reached you. But take comfort, madam. [To CHAR.] There is one without inquiring for you. Go to him, and lose no time. Char. O misery! misery! [Erit. Mrs Ben. Follow her, Jarvis. If it be true that Lewson's dead, her grief may kill her. Bates. Jarvis must stay here, madamı. I have some questions for him. Stuke. Rather let him fly. His evidence may crush his master. Bev. Why, ay; this looks like management. Butes. He found you quarrelling with Lewson in the streets last night. [To BEV. Mrs Bev. No; I am sure he did not. Jar. Or if I didMrs Bev. It is false, old man--They had no quarrel; there was no cause for quarrel. Bev. Let him proceed, I say- -Oh! I am sick! sick!- -Reach a chair. [He sits down. Mrs Bev. You droop and tremble, love.Your eyes are fixed too- Yet you are innocent. If Lewson's dead, you killed him not. Enter DAWSON. Enter LEWSON and CHARLOTTE. [To BATES and DAWSON. Mrs Bev. Risen from the dead! Why, this is unexpected happiness! Char. Or is it his ghost? [To STUKELY.] That sight would please you, sir, Jar. What riddle is this? Bev. Be quick and tell it-My minutes are but few. Mrs Bev. Alas! why so? You shall live long and happily. Lew. While shame and punishment shall rack that viper. [Pointing to STUKELY.] The tale is short-I was too busy in his secrets, and therefore doomed to die. Bates, to prevent the murder, undertook it-I kept aloof to give it credit. Char. And give me pangs unutterable. Lew. I felt them all, and would have told you -But vengeance wanted ripening. The villain's scheme was but half executed. The arrest by Dawson followed the supposed murder--And now, depending on his once wicked associates, he comes to fix the guilt on Beverley. Mrs Bev. Oh execrable wretch! Bates. Dawson and I are witnesses of this. Lew. And of a thousand frauds. His fortune ruined by sharpers and false dice; and Stukely sole contriver and possessor of all. Daw. Had he but stopped on this side murder, we had been villains still. Mrs Beo. Thus Heaven turns evil into good; and, by permitting sin, warns men to virtue. Lew. Yet punishes the instrument. So shall our laws; though not with death. But death were mercy. Shame, beggary, and imprisonment, unpitied misery, the stings of conscience, and the curses of mankind, shall make life hateful to himtill at last his own hand end him-How does my friend? [To BEV. Bev. Why well. Who is he, that asks me? Mrs Bev. 'Tis Lewson, love-Why do you look so at him? Bev. They told me he was murdered. [Wildly. Mrs Bev. Ay; but he lives to save us. Bev. Lend me your hand-The room turns round. · Mrs Bev. O Heaven! Lew. This villain here disturbs him. Remove him from his sight-And for your lives see that you guard him. [STUKELY is taken off by DAWSON and BATES.] How is it, sir? Bev. 'Tis here-and here. [Pointing to his head and heart.] And now it tears me! Mrs Bev. You feel convulsed too-What is it disturbs you? Lew. This sudden turn of joy, perhaps-He wants rest too-Last night was dreadful to him. His brain is giddy. Char. Ay, never to be cured-Why, brother! -O! I fear! I fear! Mrs Bev. Preserve him, Heaven!--My love! my life! look at me !---How his eyes flame! Mrs Bev. Alas! for what! Bev. Starting again.] And there's another pang-Now all is quiet-Will you forgive me? Mrs Bev. I will tell me for what? Bev. For meanly dying. Mrs Bev. No do not say it. Bev. As truly as my soul must answer it.Had Jarvis staid this morning, all had been well. But pressed by shame-pent in a prison-tormented with my pangs for you-driven to despair and madness-I took the advantage of his absence, corrupted the poor wretch he left to guard me, and swallowed poison. Mrs Bev. O fatal deed! Bev. Ay, most accursed-And now I go to my account. This rest from pain brings death; yet 'tis Heaven's kindness to me. I wished for ease, a moment's ease, that cool repentance and contrition might soften vengeance.-Bend me, and let me kneel. [They lift him from his chair, and support him on his knees.] I'll pray for you too. Thou power, that mad'st me, hear me! If for a life of frailty, and this too hasty deed of death, thy justice dooms me, here I acquit the sentence. But if enthroned in mercy where thou sittest, thy pity has beheld me, send me a gleam of hope; that, in these last and bitter moments, my soul may taste of comfort! and for these mourners here, O! let their lives be peaceful, and their deaths happy!- -Now raise me. [They lift him to the chair. Mrs Bev. Restore him, Heaven! Stretch forth thy arm omnipotent, and snatch him from the grave!-O save him! save him! Bev. Alas! that prayer is fruitless. Already death has seized me-Yet Heaven is graciousI asked for hope, as the bright presage of forgiveness, and like a light, blazing through darkness, it came and cheered me-It was all I lived for, and now I die. Mrs Bev. Not yet!-Not yet !-Stay but a little, and I will die too. Bev. No; live, I charge you. We have a little one. Though I have left him, you will not leave him. To Lewson's kindness I bequeath him. Is not this Charlotte? We have lived in love, though I have wronged you. Can you forgive me, Char- | O wretched sister!- -Speak to her, Lewson lotte? Char. Forgive you! O my poor brother! Bev. Lend me your hand, love- -So-raise me- -No-it will not be---My life is finished-O! for a few short moments, to tell you how my heart bleeds for you-That even now, thus dying as I am, dubious and fearful of hereafter, my bosom pang is for your miseries-support her, Heaven!-And now I go--O, mercy! mercy! [Dies. Lew. Then all is over- -How is it, madam? -My poor Charlotte too! Enter JARVIS. Jar. How does my master, madam ? Here is help at hand--Am I too late then? [Secing BEVERLEY. Char. Tears! tears! why fall you not -Her grief is speechless. Lew. Remove her from this sight-Go to her, Jarvis-Lead and support her. Sorrow like hers forbids complaint-Words are for lighter griefsSome ministering angel bring her peace! [JARVIS and CHARLOTTE lead her off.] And thou, poor, breathless corpse, may thy departed soul have found the rest it prayed for! Save but one error, and this last fatal deed, thy life was lovely. Let frailer minds take warning; and from example learn, that want of prudence is want of virtue. Follies, if uncontrouled, of every kind, EPILOGUE. BY A FRIEND. to you, ON every gamester of th' Arabian nation, You'd rather hold two aces and a maker. Each views with longing eyes the other's-stake. The smiles and graces are from Britain flown, That four strange queens should rival all the fair; Cards were at first for benefits designed, BOADICEA. BY GLOVER. PROLOGUE. BESIDE his native Thames our poet long Their nation's glory on th' obedient main, Where love persuades a faithful wife to bleed; SCENE I. ACT I. Enter BOADICEA, DUMNORIX, Icenians, Tri- With gentlest greetings to the Icenian queen, wrongs, The mutual wrongs, sustained by Rome and Britain- Boad. May stern Andate, war's victorious goddess, Again resign me to your impious rage, Else may each power, to whom the Druids bend, Rom. Am. Yes, to treat, As faith, benevolence, and justice dictate. Dum. How shall we treat with those, whose impious hands Have rent the sacred bands of mutual trust? How shall we treat with those, whose stony hearts Compassion cannot melt, nor shame controul, Nor justice awe, nor piety restrain, Nor kindness win, nor gratitude can bind? No pillager, like Catus, but a soldier, You call the legions of imperial Rome, Tell them, I come; that Boadicea comes, Come from your hills, ye fugitive remains mans, Shall add yon refuse to the purpled heap. Dum. Go, and report this answer to Suetonius: Too long have parents' sighs, the cries of orphans, And tears of widows, signalized your sway, |