The guardian of my honour! Follow thee! arms. Thou bosom softness! down of all my cares! Imo. 'Tis in vain to call him villain. Oro. Villain's the common name of mankind But his most properly. What! what of him? Imo. I blush to think it. Oro. His own gods damn him then! for ours No punishment for such unheard-of crime. Imo. This monster, cunning in his flatteries, When he had wearied all his useless arts, Leap'd out, fierce as a beast of prey, to seize me. I trembled, feared. Oro. I fear, and tremble now. What could preserve thee? What deliver thee? Imo. That worthy man, you used to call your friend Oro. Blandford. Imo. Came in, and saved me from his rage. Oro. He was a friend indeed to rescue thee! But there is now no farther use of words. [Shews ABOAN's body on the floor. And yet I cannot trust him. Imo. Aboan! Oro. Mangled and torn, resolved to give me time To fit myself for what I must expect, Imo. What! to be butcher'd thus- Imo. By barbarous hands, to fall at last their prey! Oro. I have run the race with honour; shall I now Lag, and be overtaken at the goal? The gods themselves conspire with faithless men, To our destruction. Imo. Heaven and earth our foes! Oro. It is not always granted to the great, To be most happy: if the angry powers Repent their favours, let them take 'em back: The hopes of empire, which they gave my youth, By making me a prince, I here resign. Let them quench in me all those glorious fires, Which kindled at their beams: that lust of fame, That fever of ambition, restless still, Are not to be entreated or believed: O! think on that, and be no more deceived. Oro. What can we do? Imo. Can I do any thing! Oro. But we were born to suffer. Imo. Suffer both. Both die, and so prevent them. Oro. By thy death! O! let me hunt my travell'd thoughts again; A glimmering of comfort? The great God, And goest before me. Imo. So I would in love, In the dear unsuspected part of life, In death for love. Alas! what hopes for me? I was preserved but to acquit myself, To beg to die with you. Oro. And can'st thou ask it? I never durst inquire into myself Imo. Alas! my lord! my fate's resolv'd in yours. Oro. O keep thee there: let not thy virtue shrink From my support, and I will gather strength, Imo. I must die: you, As you have ever been: for though I am Imo. I have for you, for both of us. I could regard as the last scene of life, Imo. 'Tis hard to part. But parting thus, as the most happy must, Parting in death, makes it the easier. Oro. Forsaken! thrown thee off! Imo. But 'tis a pleasure more than life can give, That with unconquer'd passion to the last, you. Oro. Ever, ever! and let those stars, which are my enemies, Witness against me in the other world, [Embracing her. Oro. Which is the way? Imo. The god of love is blind, and cannot find it. us both. There is no other safety. Oro. It must be But first a dying kissThis last embraceAnd now Imo. I'm ready. Oro. O where shall I strike? [Kisses her. [Embracing her. Is there the smallest grain of that lov'd body To gaze upon thee: But to murder thee! Imo. 'Tis your wife, Who on her knees conjures you. O! in time I welcome you, and death. But let me pay the tribute of my grief, A few sad tears to thy loved memory, And then I follow But I stay too long. [He drops his dagger as he looks on her, and The noise comes nearer. throws himself on the ground. Oro. I cannot bear it. O let me dash against this rock of fate, I'll ease your love, and do the deed myself— Oro. O hold, I charge thee, hold. It would be nobler for us both from you. Oro. O for a whirlwind's wing to hurry us To yonder cliff, which frowns upon the flood: That in embraces lock'd we might plunge in, And perish thus in one another's arms! Imo. Alas! what shout is that? They shall not overtake us. This last kiss, Imo. Farewell, farewell for ever ! Imo. Now. But do not grudge me Oro. So fate must be by this. [Going to stab her, he stops short; she lays her hand on his, in order to give the blow. Imo. Nay, then I must assist you; And since it is the common cause of both, 'Tis just that both should be employ'd in it. Thus, thus 'tis finish'd, and I bless my fate, [Stabs herself. That where I lived, I die, in these loved arms. [Dies. Oro. She's gone. And now all's at an end with me. Soft, lay her down; O we will part no more. [Throws himself by her. [Weeps over her. [A noise again. Hold, before I go, There's something would be done. It shall [They gather about the body. Alas! there was no other remedy. Gov. Who did the bloody deed? Oro. The deed was mine: Bloody I know it is, and I expect Your laws should tell me so. Thus self-condemn'd, I do resign myself into your hands, [Stabs the Governor, and himself, then throws himself by IMOINDA's body. Stan. He has kill'd the governor, and stabb'd himself. EPILOGUE. WRITTEN BY CONGREVE, AND SPOKEN BY MRS VERBRUGGEN. You see we try all shapes, and shifts, and arts, Your different tastes divide our poet's cares: One foot the sock, t'other the buskin wears. Thus while he strives to please, he's forced to do't, Like Volscius, hip-hop, in a single boot. THE MOURNING BRIDE. BY CONG REVE. PROLOGUE. THE time has been when plays were not so plenty, And a less number, new, would well content ye. Still they proceed, and, at our charge, write worse; 'Twere some amends, if they could reimburse. But there's the devil, though their cause is lost, As one thief 'scapes, that executes another. But from the rest we hope a better fate. And, nature miss'd, in vain he boasts his art, |