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With insolence and lewd reproach pursu'd her, Hooting and railing, and with villanous hands Gath'ring the filth from out the common ways, To hurl upon her head.
Dum. Inhuman dogs! How did she bear it?
Bel. With the gentlest patience; Submissive, sad, and lowly was her look ; A burning taper in her hand she bore, And on her shoulders carelessly confus’d, With loose neglect, her lovely tresses hung ; Upon her cheek a faintish Aush was spread ; Feeble she seem'd, and sorely smit with pain. While barefoot as she trod the finty pavement, Her footsteps all along were mark’d with blood. Yet, silent still she pass'd and unrepining; Her streaming eyes bent ever on the earth, Except when in some bitter pang of sorrow, To Heav'n she seem'd in fervent zeal to raise, And beg that mercy man deny'd her here.
Dum. When was this piteous sight?
Bel. These last two days. You know my care was wholly bent on you, To find the happy means of your deliverance, Which but for Hastings' death I had not gain’d. During that time, altho’I have not seen her, Yet divers trusty messengers I've sent, To wait about, and watch a fit convenience To give her some relief, but all in vain ; A churlish guard attends upon her steps,
Who menace those with death, that bring her com
Dum. Let 'em threaten;
Bel. Mean you to see her, thus, in your own form?
Bel. Have you examin'd
my memory, " To conjure up my wrongs to life again? ” I have long labour'd to forget myself, ç To think on all time backward, like a space “ Idle and yoid, where nothing e'er had being ; " But thou hast peopled it again : Revenge “ And jealousy renew their horrid forms,
Shoot all their fires, and drive me to distraction. “ Bel. Far be the thought from me! My care was
only "! To arm you for the meeting: better were it
« Never to see her, than to let that name
Dum. O thou hast set my busy brain at work,
Bel. Away with that sad fancy
Dum. Oh, that day! The thought of it must live for ever with me. I met her, Belmour, when the royal spoiler Bore her in triumph from my.widow'd home! Within his chariot, by his side she sat, And listen'd to his talk with downward looks, 'Till sudden as she chanc'd aside to glance, Her eyes encounter'd mine-Oh! then my friend! Oh! who can paint my grief and her amazement! As at the stroke of death, twice turn'd she pale ; And twice a burning crimson blush'd all o'er her; Then, with a shriek, heart-wounding, loud she cry'd, While down her cheeks two gushing torrents ran
Fast falling on her hands, which thus she wrung-
Bel. Alas, for pity! Oh! those speaking tears !
Dum. And can she bear it? Can that delicate frame Endure the beating of a storm so rude? Can she, for whom the various seasons chang'd To court her appetite and crown her board, For whom the foreign vintages were pressid, For whom the merchant spread his silken stores, Can she Intreat for bread, and want the needful raiment, To wrap her shiv’ring bosom from the weather? When she was mine, no care came ever nigh her; I thought the gentlest breeze that wakes the spring, Too rough to breathe upon her; chearfulness Danc'd all the day before her, and at night Soft slumbers waited on her downy pillow Now sad and sheltepless, perhaps, she lies,
Where piercing winds blow sharp, and the chill rain
Bel. Somewhere about this quarter of the town,
Dum. Here let us then divide ; each in his round
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ders, and bare-footed. 7. Sh. Yet, yet endure, nor murmur, oh, my soul! For are not thy transgressions great and numberless ? Do they not cover thee like rising floods,
thee like a weight of waters down? “ Does not the hand of righteousness afflict thee? “ And who shall plead against it? Who shall say “ To pow'r almighty, thou hast done enough; o Or bid his dreadful rod of vengeance stay?" Wait then with patience, till the circling hours Shall bring the time of thy appointed rest,