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Arn. What, with a conscience sore and gall'd like
mine? To stand the glance of scorn from ev'ry, eye, From ev'ry finger the indignant point ? " In ev'ry whisper hear my spreading shame, “ And groan and grovel a detested outcast !” A taunting Frenchman, with opprobrious tongue, Pronounc'd me abject, infamous and hateful! And yet I live and yet you counsel life "The damn’d beneath might find or fancy ease, " And fear to lose existence soon as I -" No, die I must-I will—but how, how, how: Nay, loose my arm; you strive in vain to hold me. Mar. Upon my knees--See, see these speaking
tears! Arn. Be yet advis'd, nor urge me to an outrage. Thy pow'r is lost-unhand methen 'tis thus, Thus I renounce thy beauties, thus thy guiltLife, love and treason I renounce for ever. [Exit. Mar. Then welcome death, distraction, ev'ry
curse! Blast me, ye lightnings! strike me, roaring thunders! Or let me tear, with my outrageous hands, The peaceful bosom of the earth, and find A refuge from my woes and life together.
[Flinging herself on the ground. Stand off! away! I will not be withheldI will indulge my phrenzy
-Loss of reason Is now but loss of torment-Cruel Arnold!
« Enter CHARNEY. “ Char. Whence is this voice, of woe, this frantic
posture ? “ Why is my child, my Mariana, thus ? “ Mar. Thy flinty heart can best resolve the ques. tion.
[Rising “ Thou that relentless saw'st my tears descend, “ And urg'd by stubborn haughtiness and hatred, “ Hast given me up to endless agonies. “ The man that merited thy best regard, “ The man I lov'd, thy cruelty has made “ Alike implacable-He's gone, he's lost ! “ Arnold is lost, and my repose for ever!
“ Char. Why, let him go ; and may th' impending " The hov'ring mischiefs that await their arms, “ Him, them, and all of their detested race, “ Involve in one destruction.
“ Mar. No, let ruin « O’ertake the proud, severe, and unforgiving, “ Crimes that are strangers to an English nature : “ They are all gentle ; he was mild as mercy, “ Soft as the smiles that mark a mother's joy, “ Clasping her new-born infant. Shield him, Heav'n! “ Protect him, 'comfort him-Thou cruel father! " Thou cause of all my sufferings, all my woes ! " Give him me back, restore him to my arms, “ My life, my lord, my Arnold! Give him to me, “ Or I will curse my country, thee, myself; “ And die the victim of despairing love. [Exit.
« Char. Follow her, watch her, guard her from her fury.
[Exit Louisa. " Oh, dire misfortune! this unhappy stroke " Surpasses all the sorrows I have felt, " And makes me wretched to the last extreme."
Drawing, discovers the Prince of Wales seated in
state in his tent; at the entrance to which his standard
[Trumpets. Chan. Those trumpets speak the cardinal's arrival: And see! the lords conduct him to your presence.
Enter three English Lords, preceding Cardinal Perigort
and his retinue. On the Nuncio's bowing, the Prince advances from his seat, and embraces him. Prince. Lord Cardinal, most welcome to my arms :
I greet you thus, as England's kindest friend,
Per. Grant, gracious Heav'ni, I may !
[Takes his seat.
Their conditions are,
Prince. Hal pris'ners !
Sal. A hundred thousand first of Frenchmen fall, And carrion taint the airl-I cannot hold. [ Aside. Prince. [After a pause. ] My good Lord Cardinal,
what act of mine Could ever usher to their minds a thought, That I would so submit?