Enter MODISH, LADY CLARA, and MRS. ORMOND,

M.D.

Mod. He yields, and we triumph.

Riv. (Recovering himself.) Yet mark me, Zorayda-Beauchamp

Zor. Alas!

Riv. Never must you meet again; to-morrow either sees him stained with my blood, or this hand (All the ladies go up the stage.)

must

Enter BEAUCHAMP and WALSINGHAM, L.H.

Mod. How! Beauchamp?

Riv. Astonishment!-(To Zorayda sternly.) — Follow me!

Beau. Stay, Mr. Rivers; hear me for one mo

ment.

Riv. Hear you? Amazing confidence!-What? hear you extenuate your crime? hear you say thatBeau. That I am guilty, that great have been my faults, great Zorayda's injuries-yet, if suffered to repair them

Riv. Repair them! and your wife

Beau. Her death has been long reported; and this letter, just received, ascertains the fact. Then reflect one moment; my punishment would be Zorayda's-Zorayda's fate is interwoven with mine. Be this my plea, when thus I kneel before you, oh let me expiate my faults to your daughter and yourself, by affection for her as my wife, and unremitting attention to you as her father.

Riv. (Hesitating.) I know not-I ought not— Mrs. O. Dear sir, if my entreaties

Wals. If my advice

Zor. (Embracing him.) Dear, dear father!

All. Pardon! pardon!

Riv. I am vanquished! Rise, rise, my son, and receive from me Zorayda.

Beau. My father!

Zor. My dear father!

Riv. My darling, my delight! sweet, oh! sweet are a father's tears shed on the bosom of a repentant child! Hear this, ye flinty hearted; hear it, and pardon!