"They force her, raving and reluctant, hither." Prince. Oh, Chandos-what a moving sight is here! "Enter Soldiers forcing in MARIANA, distracted and bleeding. "Mar. Off! let me go-I will not be torn from him : "Relentless monsters!-Let us mingle blood, "And die together.What do I behold!"Oh, hide me, friendly earth, -for ever hide me [Sinks down. "Prince. Look up, fair mourner, [Kneeling by her.. "And gather comfort from my friendly tears. "From that offended face "Mar. Comfort from thee?-Thou injur'd godlike hero! "Load me with curses !-Stab me with reproaches,→→→ "Thy sweetness cannot !-but the hand of Heav'n, "That strikes for injur'd virtue, heavy falls! "And crushes me beneath it. "Prince. Weep not thus. "Mar. What art thou made of, heart, to bear all this? "That grov'ling in the dust-abandon'd "Prince. Nay, "Do not be so wilful--And "Mar. Indeed, great prince, "The dear, departed Arnold, was ensnar'd, "Seduc'd-betray'd by me. But Heav'n can witness, My only motive was his preservation. "Danger, despair, provok'd the guilty deed; "Which horror, death and infamy reward. "Forgive the breathless soldier that rever'd, "And servant that ador'd you, sir!-On me "Heap all your indignation; scorn, detest, "Despise and hate my memory for ever. "Prince. No, both have my compassion-my forgiveness. "Mar. Forgiveness, said you?—Oh, celestial sound! "Catch it, ye angels, hov'ring on the wing, "To waft me to the bar of Heav'n's high justice! "Offended virtue pities and forgives! "Chaunt it aloud and cheer with this foretaste "Of goodness infinite,-my drooping-Oh!- [Dies. "Chan. She's breathless !" Prince. Heav'n, I hope, will think their crime Enough was punish'd by affliction here. Lay them together." Well, my lord of" Warwick, England triumphs. * War. I've view'd the adverse camp, as you commanded; Where all the wealth of France was sure collected, Each tent profuse! Like those of Pompey's host, In the original, Warwick enters here. Pride and presumption finish thus their shame. [Shout. Hark! Chan. 'Tis a train of pris'ners bringing hither. Enter SALISBURY with Officers and Soldiers, conducting KING JOHN, the Duke of TOURAIN, Archbishop of SENS, and several French Noblemen, prisoners. Prince. Brave Salisbury, you're welcome to my arms. The field is ours! Sal. And nobly was it fought! Behold, my prince, how well we have acquitted Your veteran swordsman, Sir John Pelham, sends Prince. Most wise and valiant of all christian kings, Rever'd for virtues, and renown'd in arms! That I behold you thus, dissolves my heart With tender feeling; "while I bend the knee "In humble praise of that good Providence, "Which gives so great a victory to England! "For you, great monarch," let your godlike soul Strive with adversity, and still preserve, As well you may, your royal mind unconquer'd. Could merit always challenge its reward, In other lights we might this hour have stood, But fear no wrong, the good should never fear it. I "By me shall not be injur'd." For yourself, And this illustrious train of "noble pris'ners," My care shall be to treat you as I ought. King. My gracious conqueror, and kindest cousin, This goodness more than victory renowns you! That I'm unfortunate is no reproach, I brav'd all dangers as became a king, 'Till by my coward subjects left and lost. Prince. Lead to my tent: when we are there arriv'd, I leave your praise for the wide world to sound! An emulation of our martial fire, When future wrongs their ardor shall excite, [Exeunt omnes. EPILOGUE. AGAINST such odds if Edward could succeed, Whose valour, like their wit, lies only in their clothes? That ev'n French ladies would not run away. |