And thrown me at his feet-that must not be. My sweetest Julia! come my child, sit by me, Her smiles his best reward, a tear, my love? March. But should I leave you! You are surprised-well, let it pass-when saw you Your Father? Julia. Now he left me on the moment. But when I urg'd him to reveal the cause March. No, no, fear not, Sing me that song, my love, Lord Dormer gave you: Soft shall it pour its melancholy tones, Tho' fiction now has lost its power to charm, Those days are pass'd. (Julia sings, and the curtain slowly falls.) Whose is yon bier that crowds the ways, Pale virgins weep around, And from the black pall turn their gaze, Beauty and youth, alas! lie buried there: SCENE II.-An Apartment of LORD DORMER'S. LORD DORMER alone. L. Dor. Astonishment and horror still pos sess me And hold divided empire with my Julia. Enter DESMOND. Desmond! how is it with you? Des. Wreck'd, wreck'd of every hope on this side heav'n : Wand'ring alone upon the barren strand Of life-an outcast wretch. L. Dor. This wild despair Announces all is lost-I bleed for you. Des. She tortur'd her indignant mind for Of fell abhorrence and disgust, and left L. Dor. Was she surpriz'd at your escape from prison? Des. One feeling only occupied her soul: The pois'nous rancour of malignant hate. L. Dor. 'Twas she, 'twas she, that gave you back to freedom. Des. No, no, believe it not-though for th' offence, E'en she might deem the punishment sufficient. No accidental word should leave my lips, Did I solicit, 'twas my wish alone She had conferr'd upon the son she hates: L. Dor. Tis very strange: Des. Tis more than strange? still there is one resource: To that I fly-Who could longer bear Thus to be trampled on : L. Dor. Deep from my soul I pity you, yet tho' your hapless fate Pervades my mind, chasing each other thought, I can devise no remedy. Des. Yes, yes, Dormer there's one-and I will use it quickly. L. Dor. What mean you? Des. She shall meet Don Ferdinand. L. Dor. Meet him? Don Ferdinand? the fell seducer, The sanguinary fiend, to whom she owes Twenty long years of sighs, and groans, and tears: Confront her with Don Ferdinand? the thought Checks the warm current of my blood, and freezes Each motion of my frame to stiffen'd horror. Conceiv'd in anger: I resign it all, Yet spare this keen invective on my father. L. Dor. Tis I must pray forgiveness from you Desmond. And I must trespass on your patience still, Thro' counsel harsh, tho' as I hope, convincing. Des. I know your constant friendship and your zeal That oft outruns your judgment in my favor: I have a shrewd conjecture of your meaning, But let me not anticipate: say on. L. Dor. What you have seen of this most Must in your mind decide her character. Des. Most true, alas! L. Dor. It is the cherish'd object of her life, Dearer than life itself, to bear unstained The name transmitted thro' an endless line, Drawn from a throne, that once o'erlook'd the world. To force her to resign the darling thought, Whose dreadful consequence I dare not name. That son, whose youthful path she deck'd with flowers, Still as she strew'd them, weeping she could grant No more? Des. You are a stern adviser, Dormer, But tho' your words probe deeply, I confess L. Dor. Return To the mix'd duties of a manly life, |