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Lor. I go

Consume this base herd ! an the devil want Than blood or nature gave me: I'm renew'd, Any cattle for his own teeth, these are for him. I feel my natural warmth return. When,

where, He is interrupted by Sciarrha, who comes to demand reparation for the in- While our embraces are deferr’d.

Is this to be expected ? I grow old, sult given to him by his hypocrisy. Lorenzo, with consummate art, repels To hasten your delight; prepare your blood the charge, confesses that he had re

For amorous game: Sciarrha's fate is cast pented of his former guilt, and on of

Firmer than destiny. fered violence from Sciarrha, calls in Duke. Thou art my prophet, his armed attendants. When Sciarrha I'll raise thee up an altar.

Lor. Trust these brains. expects the worst, Lorenzo, with seem

Pisano now leads Oriana to the aling magnanimity, dismisses his friends, and offers Sciarrha his pardon. The tar, and on their way thither, the bride hot-blooded and impetuous young man

catches a glance of her lover Cosmo at is won over by this consummate hy, a balcony, and faints away.

Pis. Will heaven divorce us ere the priest pocrite, and henceforth vows to be his

have made friend. The scene is throughout ad

Our marriage perfect? we in vain hereafter mirably managed-and, in the altera

Shall hear him teach, that our religion binds tions of feeling in Sciarrha, and the To have the church's ceremony. She returns. insidious eloquence of Lorenzo, is dis Ori. Why were you so unkind to call me played a clear and profound insight from into human nature. This, too, is a A pleasing slumber? Death has a fine dwelling. scene that would be most effective in Something spake to me from that window. representation.

Amidea rushes in, and beseeches PiWhile Lorenzo and Sciarrha are toa sano to return with Oriana, as her gether, Petruchio, Pisano's servant, brother is lying in wait for him, to rebrings intelligence that his master is venge her dishonour. Pisano turns a next day to be married to Oriana. deaf ear to these intreaties. What fol, Sciarrha, from whom his sister had lows is exquisite. concealed Pisano's faithlessness, is in

Ami. I have done ; pray be not angry,

That still I wish you well: may heaven diver: flamed to madness.

All harms that threaten you; full blessings Sci. Teach fools and children patience. May dogs eat up Sciarrha : let me live

Your marriage! I hope there is no sin in this; The prodigy of sorrow; die a death

Indeed I cannot choose but pray for you. That may draw tears from Scythians, if Pi. This might have been my wedding-day

Ori. Good heaven, Lead o'er his threshold any soon-won dame,

I would it were ! my heart can tell, I take To be my sister's shame! I am calm now. No joy in being his bride, none in your One [thus] false, heaven, why should thy

prayers ; altars save ?

You shall have my consent to have him still ; 'Tis just that Hymen light him to his grave. I will resign my place, and wait on you,

[Exit. If you will marry him. Lor. A thousand Furies swell his rage ! Ami. Pray do not mock me, although

But if you do, I can forgive you too. Pisano bleed, this is the safest killing;

Ori. Dear Amidea, do not think I mock Wise men secure their fates, and execute

Your sorrow; by these tears, that are not Invisibly, like that most subtle flame That burns the heart, yet leaves no part or

By every virgin on her wedding-day, touch

I am compellid to give away myself : Upon the skin to follow or suspect it. Your hearts were promis'd, but he ne'er had Farewell, dull, passionate fool! how this mine. doth feed me!

Am not I wretched too ? Kill, and be lost thyself ; or, if his sword

Ami. Alas, poor maid ! Conclude thy life, both ways I am reveng’d. We two keep sorrow alive then ; but I pri

Having thus got Sciarrha into a thee, quarrel which he hopes will prove fa

When thou art married, love him, prithee tal, Lorenzo again revives the passion for he esteems thee well ; and once a day

love him, of the Duke for Amidea, and promises Give him a kiss for me ; but do not tell him, once more to get her into his power. The Duke's penitence had been but from him, and I had rather break my heart,

'Twas my desire : perhaps 'twill fetch a sigh transitory, and he says,

But one word more, and heaven be with you Duke. Do this;

all. And I'll repent the folly of my penitence, Since you have led the way, I hope, my lord, And take thee to my soul, a nearer pledge, That I am free to marry too ?

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Pis. Thou art.

When I am dead? Was't not so ! oh my Ami. Let me beseech you then, to be so

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kind,

I feel it weep within me, and the tears
After your own solemnities are done, Soften my flesh : Lorenzo, I repent
To grace my wedding; I shall be married My fury.
shortly.

Lor. I advis'd you the best way
Pis. To whom?

My wisdom could direct. Ami. To one whom you have all heard Sci. I thank you for't, talk of,

You have awak'd my reason, I am asham'd Your fathers knew him well; one, who will I was no sooner sensible ; does the duke

Affect my sister still, say you ? Givecause I should suspect him to forsakeme; Lor. Most passionately. A constant lover, one whose lips, tho' cold, Sci. She shall obey him then, upon my Distil chaste kisses : though our bridal bed Be not adorn'd with roses, 'twill be green ; That's it, my life. I know she loves me We shall have virgin laurel, cypress, yew,

dearly. To make us garlands ; tho' no pine do burn, I shall have much ado to win her to't, Our nuptials shall have torches, and our But she shall come; I'll send her. chamber

Lor. Perform this. Shall be cut out of marble, where we'll sleep, Sci. I will not only send her, but prepar'd Free from all care for ever : Death, my lord, Not to be disobedient to his highness ; I hope, shall be my husband. Now, farewell; He shall command her any thing. Although no kiss, accept my parting tear, Lor. Do this And give me leave to wear my willow here, And be for ever happy. When these have

Sciarrha now comes up, and after a Only for form but waited on you home, short parley, stabs Pisano. Lorenzo This disengages them. having dogged his steps with an arm Sci. My humblest service ed retinue, takes him prisoner, and To the duke I pray, and tell him, Amidea makes a shew of offering him protec

This night shall be at his dispose, by this.

Lor. I'm confident ; farewell !-Attend tion. Sciarrha says,

Sciarrha. Sci. You shall not lose the smallest beam

The last act opens with a very fine of favour, To buy a man so desperate. I never

scene between Sciarrha and Amidea, Thought death the monster that weak men

that would not have disgraced Shakhave fancied,

speare himself; and which, indeed, at As foil to make us more in love with life,

once reminds us of that between ClauThe devil's picture may affright poor souls

dio and Isabella in Measure for MeaInto their bodies' paleness, but the substance Amidea, plunged in profound To resolute man's a shadow; and cold sweat sorrow for the death of the faithless Dare not approach his forehead. I am armed Pisano, and shuddering at the prosTo die, and give example of that fortitude Shall shame the law's severity: my sister

pect of her brother's execution, wishes May now give back Pisano his false vows,

she might be accepted as a sacrifice to To line his coffin ; one tear shed on me is

avert his punishment. Enough, the justice I have done shall make

Ami. Nothing can be too precious My memory belov’d.

To save a brother, such a loving brother Lorenzo now suggests to Sciarrha,

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Sci. Death's a devouring gamester, that he may yet save his life by put- And sweeps up all : what thinkst thou of ting Amidea once more in the power an eye ? of the Duke. This proposal he fierce- Couldst thou spare one, and think the blemly spurns at.

ish recompens'd, Lor. I have done,

To see me safe with t'other? Or a hand ? And praise your heathen resolution

This white hand, [Amidea,] that hath so Of death ; go practise immortality,

often, And tell us, when you can get leave to visit With admiration, trembled on the lute, This world again, what fine things you enjoy Till we have pray'd thee leave the strings In hell, for thither these rash passions drive awhile, thee :

And laid our ears close to thy ivory fingers, And ere thy body hath three days inhabited Suspecting all the harmony proceeded A melancholy chamber in the earth, From their own motion, without the need Hung round about with skulls and dead Of any dull or passive instrument. men's bones,

No, Amidea, thou shalt not bear one scar Ere Amidea hath told all her tears

To buy my life ; the sickle shall not touch Upon thy marble, or the epitaph

A flower that grows so fair upon his stalk ; Bely thy soul, by saying it is fled

Thy t’other hand will miss a white com. To heaven, this sister shall be ravished,

panion, Maugre thy dust and heraldry.

And wither on thy arm : what then can I Sci. Ha ! ravish'd

Expect from thee to save me? I would live,

sure.

take me;

And owe my life to thee, so 'twere not bought The glory of one fair and virtuous action Too dear.

Is above all the scutcheons on our tomb, Ami. Do you believe I should not find Or silkin banners over us. The way to heaven ? were both mine eyes Sci. So valiant ! thy ransom,

I will not interpose another syllable I shall climb up those high and rugged cliffs To entreat your pity ; say your prayers,

and Without a hand.

then Sci. One way there is, if thou

Thou’rt ripe to be translated from the earth, Dost love (me) with that tenderness. To make a cherubin. Ami. Pronounce it,

Ami. What means my brother ? And let no danger that attends, incline you

Sci. To kill you. To make a pause.

Ami. Do not fright me, good Sciarrha. Sci. Theduke, thou knowst, didst love thee. Sci. And I allow three minutes for den Ami. Ha !

votion. Sci. Nay, do not start already, nor mis Ami. Will you murder me?

Sci. Do you tremble ? I do not as before, make trial of thee,

Ami. Not at the terror of your sword, Whether thou canst, laying aside thy honour, But at the horror will affright thy soul, Meet his lascivious arms; but, by this virtue. For this black deed. I see Pisano's blood I must beseech thee to forego it all,

Is texted in thy forehead, and thy hands And turn a sinful woman.

Retain too many crimson spots already ; Ami. Bless mę !

Make not thyself, by inurthering of thy sister, Sci. I know the kingdoms of the world All a red letter. contain not

Sci. You shall be the martyr. Riches enough to tempt thee to a fall

Ami. Yet stay ; is there no remedy but That will so much undo thee ; but I am

death, Thy brother, dying brother ; if thou lov'st And from your hand ? then keep your word, Him, therefore, that for thee hath done so

and let me much ;

Use one short prayer.

[Kneels. Died his pale hands in blood, to revenge thee, Sci. I shall relent.

(Aside. And in that murder wounded his own soul Ami. Forgive me, Heaven, and witness Almost to death, consent to lose thy innocence;

I have still I know it makes thee grieve, but I shall live My virgin thoughts ; 'tis not to save my life, To love thee better for it : we'll repent But his eternal one. Together for our sins, and pray and weep Sciarrha, give me leave to veil my face. Till heaven hath pardon'd all.

(Rises. Ami. Oh, never, never.

I dare not look upon you, and pronounce Sci. Do but repeat thy words, to save my I am too much a sister ; live; hereafter, life,

I know, you will condemn my frailty for it. And that will teach compassion, my life ; I will obey the duke. Our shame, the stain of all our family, Sci. Darest thou consent ? (Stabs her. Which will succeed in my ignoble death, Thou washest off.

When Florio breaks open the door Ami. But stain myself for ever.

and enters, Amidea, like Desdemona, Sci. Where? In thy face, who shall be strives to avert the suspicion of guilt hold one blemish,

from the murderer. Or one spot more in thy whole frame ? thy beauty

Ami. I drew the weapon to it : Will be the very same, thy speech, thy person Heaven knows my brother lov'd me: now, Wear no deformity.

I hope, Ami. Oh, do not speak

The duke will not pursue me with new flames. So like a rebel to all modesty,

Sciarrha, tell the rest : love one another To all religion ; if these arguments

The time you live together; I'll pray for you Spring from your jealousy that I am fallen, in heaven : farewell ! kiss me when I am After a proof you did so late applaud

dead, Sci. I had not kill'd Pisano then; that I You else will stay my journey. [Dies.

Sci. Didst not hear More spotted than the marble: then my head An angel call her ? Florio, I have much, Did owe no forfeiture to law,

To tell thee : take her up; stay, I will talk It does ache now; then I but tried thy virtue, A little more with her ; she is not dead, Now my condition calls for mercy to thee, Let her alone ;-nay then, she's gone indeed. Though to thyself thou appear cruel fort: But hereabouts her soul must hover still, Come, we may live both, if you please. Let's speak to that : fair spiritAmi. I must never breath at such a rate. Flo. You talk idly. Who has

Sci. Do you talk wisely then. An exMade you afraid to die ? I pity you,

cellent pattern, And wish myself in any noble cause As she now stands, for her own alabaster ; Your leader. When our souls shall leave Or may she not be kept from putrefaction, this dwelling,

And be the very figure on her tomb ?

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him ;

Cannot thy tears and mine preserve her, 1 Gentlewoman. This is a sad employment. Florio ?

2 Gent. The last we e'er shall do my lady. If we want brine, a thousand virgins shall

Florio, looking on the corpse, says, Weep every day upon her, and themselves,

Let me look upon In winter, leaning round upon her monument, Being moist creatures, stiffen with the cold, My sister now ; still she retains her beauty, And freeze into so many white supporters.

Death has been kind to leave her all this But we lose time.--I charge thee, by thy love

sweetness. To this pale relic, be instructed by me,

Thus in a morning have I oft saluted Not to thy danger; some revenge must be, My sister in her chamber, sate upon And I am lost already; if thou fall,

Her bed, and talk'd of many harmless pasWho shall survive, to give us funeral ?

sages : [Exeunt.

But now'tis night, and a long night with her, Lorenzo is now maddened at the I ne'er shall see these curtains drawn again,

Until we meet in heaven. Thedukealready! failure of all his plots, and resolves at last to murder the Duke with his own

The Duke now enters the chamber hand. Afraid lest the youth and beau- in all the impatience of passion. ty of his benefactor might palsy his

Duke. All perfect; till this minute, I

could never arm, he has for some time kept in his chamber a picture of his victim, that, Boast I was happy: all this world has not looking on it with fell thoughts, he A blessing to exchange: this world ! 'tis

heaven; might harden his heart for the mur And thus I take possession of my saint: der.

[Goes

up

to the bed. Here first the duke was painted to the life, Asleep already ? 'twere great pity to But with this pencil to the death : I love Disturb her dream, yet if her soul be not My brain for the invention, and thus Tired with the body's weight, it must convey Confirm'd, dare trust my resolution. Into her slumbers I wait here, and thus I did suspect his youth and beauty might Seal my devotion. (Kisses. ]-What winter Win some compassion when I came to kill dwells

Upon this lip ! 'twas no warm kiss ; I'll try Or the remembrance that he is my kinsman, Again-[Kisses. )--the snow is not so cold; Might thrill my blood; or something in I have his title

Drunk ice, and feel a numbness spread Might give my hand repulse, and startle through (all] nature :

My blood at once.-Ha! let me examine But thus I have arm'd myself against all pity, A little better ; Amidea! she is dead, she That when I come to strike, my poniard may is dead! Through all his charms as confidently wound What horror doth invade me ?-Help, Lohim,

renzo ! As thus I stab his picture, and stare on it. Murder ! where is Lorenzo ?

(Stabs the picture.

Lorenzo rushes in with Petruchio (a Methinks the duke should feel me now: is not Hissoulacquainted ? can he less than tremble, wicked creature of his), and, amidst When I lift up my arm to wound his coun. prayers for mercy, murders the Duke, terfeit ?

who dies exclaiming, Witches can persecute the lives of whom I am coming, Amidea, I am coming. They hate, when they torment their sense For thee, inhuman murderer, expect less figures,

My blood shall fly to heaven, and there inAnd stick the waxen model full of pins.

flam'd, Can any stroke of mine carry less spell Hang a prodigious meteor all thy life, To wound his heart, sent with as great a And when by some as bloody hand as thine malice ?

Thy soul is ebbing forth, it shall descend He smiles, he smiles upon me! I will dig In flaming drops upon thee: oh, I faint ! Thy wanton eyes out, and supply the dark Thou flattering world farewell! let princes And hollow cells with two pitch-burning gather tapers ;

My dust into a glass, and learn to spend Then place thee porter in some charnel-house, Their hour of state, that's all they have ; To light the coffins in.

for when Florio, Sciarrha's brother, comes That's out, Time never turns the glass upon him in the fantastic horrors of agen.

[Dies. his solitude, and tells him that Ami

Lor. So ! dea is at last willing to receive the em

Lay him beside his mistress ; hide their faces.

The duke dismiss'd the train came with him? braces of the Duke, and will come

Pet. He did, my lord. privately to his chamber.

Lor. Run to Sciarrha, pray him come The last scene opens with melan and speak with me; choly music, and discovers the body Secure his passage to this chamber : haste ! of Amidea laid out for interment.

[Exit Pet. Vol. IV.

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ness.

and a

He's dead ; I'll trust him now, and his petuous, but easily deceived and unghost too ;

steady, Sciarrha, man of mixed Fools start at shadows, I'm in love with night vices and virtues, such as we find in And her complexion.

nature, and drawn by the poet to the Sciarrha and Florio now join Lor- very life. enzo, and he proposes that they shall In Pisano and Cosmo we find little give out that the Duke ravished and to interest, and, as we observed bemurdered Amidea, for which he was fore, there is something rather fantasslain by her brother; and that then he tic and unnatural in their story; yet and Sciarrha shall assume joint sway the mind not unwillingly turns to over Florence. Sciarrha for a while them as inferior instruments employdallies with these ambitious projects, ed to hasten the catastrophe ; and and then, laying aside his assumed some of the scenes in which they are acquiescence, dares the villain Loren- engaged are full of beauty and tenderzo to single combat, as having been the cause of all his ruin. They fight Of Oriana we see little,--but that and fall dead by mutual wounds. little is sufficiently touching; and we

We have few farther observations feel enough of interest in her to make to make on this tragedy. Our readers us pleased that, at the end of the drawill have seen, in the first place, from ma, she finds happiness with Cosmo. the extracts, that the language is sin Amidea takes a faster hold on our gularly, spirited, poetical, and also affections. The heroic and yet gentle dramatic. The interest is well kept spirit which she exhibits in her foralive; for all the incidents follow each lorn desertion, invests her with the other, if not very naturally, at least highest dignity of her sex. There is a with a wild tumult and precipitation calm stateliness in her sorrow, which agitates us with frequent alter- strength of love in her virgin widowation of feeling There is nothing hood, that her lover's perfidy cannot imdull, heavy, or lingering in the whole pair. There are few things in dramatic action. Neither are there any intri- poetry much more beautiful than the cacies in the plot to disentangle,--s0 scene of her death; and though weknow that we are never called on for the not how “ the laying out, and the exercise of ingenuity, instead of the exhibition of the sheeted corpse, might indulgence of passion.

These are

affect spectators in a theatre, every great merits in an acting play; and reader in the closet must feel it chill indeed with them a play can, if well his heart's blood, while, at the same acted, scarcely fail of success.

time, there is a relief from painful But, besides these excellencies, we sorrow in the exquisite beauty of the are inclined to think, that Lorenzo poetry.

H. M, and Sciarrha are characters that would tell in representation. The intellectual energy of the former gives him

VERSES, something of dignity, and saves him, at all times, from utter degradation, Ambition carries with it nobility ; and the baseness of the means em [WE have as yet, by accidental circumployed to attain its object, is partially stances, been prevented from laying before hidden by the strength of mind which our readers any account of the Prose Tales

In the invests them. Lorenzo is certainly, lately published by Mr Hoce. though not an interesting, almost a

mean time, we have great pleasure in ex

tracting the following very beautiful Poetical commanding traitor; and we feel our

Dedication to a Young Lady of the Noble selves in some measure under the Family whose enlightened patronage has mastery of that talent, which, though been so liberally extended to the ETTRICK ultimately defeated, kept him so long SHEPHERD.] on the very brink of success.

It cannot be said that we have an interest To HER, whose bounty oft hath shed in him; but we unquestionably desire Joy round the peasant's lowly bed, to follow him in his career, if it be

When trouble press'd and friends were few,

And God and Angels only knewonly to witness its anticipated termi- To Her, who loves the board to cheer, nation. The cool, calculating, intre. And hearth of simple Cottager ; pid villany of the “ Traitor,” is fine- Who loves the tale of rural hind, ly contrasted with the fiery and im- And wayward visions of his mind,

ADDRESSED TO THE RIGHT HON. LADY ANNE SCOTT OF BUCCLEUCH.

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