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London. Printed for J.Ben. British Library. Strand.gh Sept 1791.

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."

[Exit.

SCENE II.

Drawing, discovers the Prince of Wales seated in

state in his tent; at the entrance to which his standard
stands displayed; the device, three ostrich feathers, with
the motto of ich dien. WARWICK, SALISBURY,
AUDLEY, CHANDOS, Nobles, Officers and Guards
standing
Prince. I've sent my Lords of Oxford, Suffolk,

Cobham,
To meet the Nuncio, and conduct him hither;
From whom we may expect to hear the terms
On which the French will deign to give us safety.

[Trumpets. Chan. Those trumpets speak the cardinal's arrival: And see! the lords conduct him to your presence.

[Trumpets.

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,
Misfortune's refuge, and affliction's hope.
It is an office worthy of your goodness,
To step betwixt our danger and destruction,
Striving to ward from threat'ned thousands here,
The blow of fate.

Per. Grant, gracious Heav'ni, I may !
For, from my soul, great prince, I wish your rescue ;
And have conditions from your foes to offer,
Which, if accepted, save ye.
Prince. We attend.

[Takes his seat.
Per. No art for mild persuasion in your cause
Have I omitted: but imperious France,
Too fond of vengeance, and too vain of numbers,
Insists on terms which only could be hop'd
From such a scanty, unprovided host;
And prudence will direct, from many evils
To choose the lightest.

Their conditions are,
That, to the castles, towns, and plunder taken,
And offer'd now by you to be restor’d,
Your royal person, with an hundred knights,
Are to be added pris'ners at discretion.

Prince. Hal pris'ners !
Aud. Oh, insolent, detested terms!

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?

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