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Could wrong thy poor defenceless innocence,
Lav. My brother! Oh, my heart is full of fears;
301 Lav. Hal by my joys, 'tis he! [Looking out He lives, he comes to bless me, he is safe!
Enter HORATIO, with two or three Servants, their swords
drawn. 1st Ser. 'Twere at the utmost hazard of
life To venture forth again, till we are stronger: Their number trebles ours.
Hor. No matter, let it;
Alt. Open, thou earth;
Hor. Oh, Lavinia !
“ Alt. I have mark'd him, “ To see if one forgiving glance stole hither; “ If any spark of friendship were alive, “ That would by sympathy at meeting glow, ". And strive to kindle up the flame a-new; “ 'Tis lost, 'tis gone; his soul is quite estrang’d, “ And knows me for its counterpart no more. “ Hor. Thou know'st thy rule, thy empire in Ho
ratio ; “ Nor canst thou ask in vain, command in vain, “ Where nature, reason, nay, where love is judge ; “ But when you urge my temper to comply " With what it most abhors, I cannot do it. “ Lav. Where didst thou get this sullen gloomy
hate? “ It was not in thy nature to be thus;
40 “ Come, put it off, and let thy heart be cheerful, “ Be gay again, and know the joys of friendship, " The trust, security, and mutual tenderness,
« The double joys, where each is glad for both;
Friendship, the wealth, the last retreat and strength, “ Secure against ill fortune, and the world.",
Hor. I am not apt to take a light offence.
I cannot easily forgive it.
Alt. Why are thy eyes
Hor. Because they speak the meaning of my heart; Because they're honest, and disdain a villain.
Alt. I've wrong'd thee much, Horatio.
aveng'd it. I have not, since we parted, been at peace, Nor known one joy sincere ; “ our broken friendship “ Pursu'd me to the last retreat of love, “ Stood glaring like a ghost, and made me cold with
horror. “ Misfortunes on misfortunes press upon me, “ Swell o'er my head like waves, and dash me down; “ Sorrow, remorse, and shame, have torn my soul ?
“ They hang, like winter, on my youthful hopes, “ And blast the spring and promise of my year.”
Lav. “ So flow'rs are gather'd to adorn a grave, 6. To lose their freshness amongst bones and rottenness, « And have their odours stifled in the dust." Canst thou hear this, thou cruel, hard Horatio ? Canst thou behold thy Altamont undone ? “ That gentle, that dear youth! canst thou behold
him," His poor heart broken, death in his pale visage, 380 And groaning out his woes, yet stand unmov'd?
Hor. The brave and wise I pity in misfortune;
Alt. I wo'not ask thee
Hor. I must hear no more,
Lav. Where would'st thou go?
But I will throw my body in thy way,
kill me, ere thou pass.
[Falls. [Lavinia runs to him, and endeavors to raise him. “ Lav. Speak to me, Altamont. " He faints! he dies ! Now, turn and see thy triumph!
My brother! But our cares shall end together; “ Here will I lay me down by thy dear side, “ Bemoan thy too hard fate, then share it with thee, “And never see my cruel lord again.”
[Horatio runs to Altamont, and raises him in
his arms. Hor. It is too much to bear! Look up, my Alta
mont! My stubborn, unrelenting heart has kill'd him. “ Look up and bless me; tell me that thou liv’st. “Oh! I have urg'd thy gentleness too far;
[He revives. " Do thou and my Lavinia both forgive me; 420 A flood of tenderness comes o'er my soul; I cannot speak-I love, forgive, and pity thee
Alt. I thought that nothing cou'd have stay'd my
That long ere this her fight had reach'd the stars ;