Know then that leaving you I went directly to Elvira's Lodgings But missing of her there and being told That she was gone attended by Lysette To take a turn i' th Neighbouring Forest Thither I follow'd her where I first met Lysette and quickly managed her so well As not to stand in awe of her too near Attendance The Woman so secured I boldly ventured to attack the Lady Whom as I could have wisht I found alone Our first discourse was of indifferent things Which yet I managed with such curious Art As drew her on at length to that of Love Beauf. Thy boldness makes me tremble Dampierre Damp. From Love in general we quickly came Down to particulars and then you may Believe I fail'd not to describe your flame As you your self could wish Beauf. nam'd you my name Damp. Not yet nor did I at first let her know She was the person Lov'd But still mad◠〈◊〉 Of borrow'd names till finding that my art Prevail'd and that the soft and moving Terms In which I told the story of your Love Had toucht her tender heart with pity of Your case then I reveal'd the secret told her all Beauf. And how did she receive it ha Damp. Why Sir with all the haughty marks of Pride And Scorn she could put on t is true she said Not much and fain would have been gone but I Made bold by the advantage of the place Stopt her and would have made her hear me out When on the sudden in stept Beauf. Lysette Damp. No Sir Montigny Beauf. Montigny say'st thou Hell and Confusion but say what follow'd Damp. Only this as soon as he appear'd With eager haste she flew into his arms Then with a scornful smile and slighting toss O' th' head she took her leave of me and so Triumphantly went off with her Gallant Beauf. Just Gods How can you wink at so much base And rank Hypocrisie If such crimes as these Meet with impunity the world will grow too wicked by the bad example Rather assert assert your Sovereign Power And darting Thunder at her devoted head Let her oh let her unpitied fall A wretched instance of offended Justice But tell me do'st thou believe Montigny Over heard thee Damp. Most certainly he did Beauf. What then in this unlucky case is to be done For sure if once Montigny knows I love 'T will not be long a secret to Grammount Advise me Dampierre Damp. Excuse me Sir I know no way but one That can effectually secure Mens Tongues Beauf. And what way 's that Damp. Faith Sir an easy one Cut but the Throat the Tongue will tell no tales Beauf. No that 's a way too rough I like it not Damp. Why now I think on 't better there may be Yet one way more not quite so safe perhaps As t'other but Beauf. Name it and I am thine For ever but no blood I charge you Damp. No this is a Gentler way it is but Subtly loosening that firm tie of Friendship Which seems so well and firmly knit between Montigny and Grammount and you have done Your business For if they are not Friends Most certain 't is they will be Enemies There is no mean and then you need not fear Beauf. Most true but then the difficulty is How to divide two souls so strictly and So long united in the dearest bands Of Friendship 's sacred and severest Laws Damp. Let me alone to manage that affair If Grammount Loves Elvira before To morrows Sun he shall as surely hate Montigny to the death Distrust me not But if you like the project Beauf. Like it yes I guess at thy design and like it well Grammount I pity thee tho' it is but just To let thee see thy danger e're thou art Too far impos'd on by a Treacherous friend And wanton Wife But it grows late And I am strangely discomposed Farewel Exit Beauf. Damp. Go go to bed old man sleep if thou can'st And dream of happy hours thou ne'er shalt see So he 's well prepar'd I think and I have Gain'd a mighty Patron to protect me Whatever mischief happens the more the better now since he is like to Answer all Poor I am but his humble Instrument Ha! Ha! Ha! I could e'en kill my self with Laughing now To see how strangely all things have conspir'd To Crown my Roguery with Success And me with Safety Exit Damp. Enter Grammount and a Page before him with a Flambeau Gram. Business unlucky business long has kept Me from Elvira Tho' all late as 't is Methinks some dark ill-boding fancy seems to tell me 't is too early yet to seek Those Joys I ever found in her dear Arms. A strange unusual damp has seized my soul And I who use with eager Joy to fly To my Elvira have now scarce the strength Or Will indeed to move one step that way Oh Dampierre Dampierre what was thy design Since I left thee my working thoughts have been In a perpetual hurrey thou alas Hast poyson'd all my dearest Joys and in My troubled mind laid the foundation Of Eternal Doubts Perplexing Gnawing Killing Doubts And yet I know thee Dampierre Base of a Poor Mean Low spirit too And so capable of any mischief Why then should'st thou gain credit with Grammount Who knows thou hat'st both him and his Elvira No from my memory henceforth I chase Thee and each thought of thy base Treachery Grammount's too happy in a vertuous Wife And Generous Friend tho' curst indeed in thee Thou Cruel and Unatural Brother But hark what noise is that A noise of opening a door and Lysette Enters who seeing Grammount pretends to avoid him He stops her and turning up her hood sees her tearing a Letter with her Teeth O 't is the door opens Hah Who art thou that stealest Away so guiltily Nay I must see Lysette Whither away at this Unseasonable time of night And what paper 's that thou Mumblest so Lyset Alas I am undone Pardon me sir Oh Pardon me I beseech you Gram. Would'st have me pard'n thee e're I know thy fault Confess and then perhaps thou may'st deserve it Lyset Oh never never all that I desire Is that you would be so just as to believe Me only guilty for on my life My Lady's innocent Gram. Hah thy Lady speak what of her Lyset Why she I do declare to all the world Is innocent by all that 's good she is Nay were I to die next minute My Tongue should end my story with that truth Gram. I ask not of her innocence but tell me And tell me truely as thou hop'st for any Mercy from me whither wert thou Stealing with that Letter and what Were the contents of it Lyset For Heaven sake and for your own Sir Press me no further here on my knees I beg you would not Gram. Ha! do'st thou dally with me Come speak quickly or by heaven thou diest Lyset Do with me what you please But force me not I do beseech you To a Confession
just resentment should transport And hurry him beyond the limits of His usual moderation so engage The family in sad and endless broils Leon. Your goodness Madam is beyond example But may there not be danger in it Some men are of so base a temper That a pard'n proves but a new inducement To 'em to offend again Elv. 'T is in my power To hinder his offending in that kind Leon. 'T is true and yet I cannot choose but fear Tho what or why I must confess I know not Elv Prethee no more of thy kind fears I apprehend not any thing my dear Nor can I at the present think of ought But of thy Passion Child 't is a noble one Discreetly placed grounded on rational hopes Leon. For Heavens sake Madam Elv. Nay do not blush Montigny's one of such undoubted worth As justly may but see where he comes Where is Grammount Enter Montigny Mont. Gone Madam to the Governours Apartment Where he continues very busie in Dispatching some affairs of great Concern Elv. It has been still his chiefest care to ease The Governour in all he could and I Am glad he studies to oblige so good And generous a Kinsman Mont. His merit justly Madam claims that service Elv. And my Grammount pays it most willingly Would he were here Mont. I Madam wish it too Yet something within me what I know not Checks the fond wish and makes me almost dread Th' encounter of my dearest friend Alas How can I ever look him in the Face Again or hear him call me by the name Of friend whilst Dampierre lives Elv. Can you believe you should oblige Grammount In spilling of his only Brothers Blood Mont. In punishing so exquisite a Villain I do most certainly believe I should Leon. Yet that Villain still is Grammount's Brother Mont. Brother alas what signifies the name Or empty title of a Brother He who by vertue or by kindness merits The name of friend is not a friend alone But even a Brother too and much more so Than is the wretch that only claims by blood Elv. Too low methinks Montigny you depress Those sacred ties of blood on which the world Seems to rely so much Leon. Brother 's a name So dear that the meer title only seems Enough to justifie our kindness For the very worst of men Mont. 'T is true Much is by custom given to the name Of Brother and therefore only 't is Since decency disarms my Friend And will not suffer him to use his Sword That I believe my self engaged in honour To draw mine Elv. Equally impious In Grammount 't would be to wish revenge As act it Leon. And what he cannot wish without A crime you cannot do without a greater Elv. No more of this I know Montigny You are my Grammount's dearest Friend Consult not then his Honour only But his repose and that of all his Family Mont. Believe me Madam that 's my only aim Elv. I do and therefore beg you to conceal This shameful story Oh bury it In eternal silence let not Beaufort Let not Grammount suspect the least of Dampierre's Villany but above all beware of Making it more publick by a quarrel Mont. Ah Madam Elv. I must not be denied unless you have A mind to ruin him you call your friend And ever robb him of his sweetest rest I do conjure you then by all your Vows Of friendship to my dear Grammount By all that 's dearest to you in this World Elv. Press it no further Madam I Obey Tho Heaven knows I do it with regret Elv. We 'll leave you to your cooler thoughts Montigny Commending moderation still as best In this and all other cases between friends Come Leonora Ex. Elv. Leon. Mont. Just Heaven how much Beauty how much goodness have you bestow'd On this one Woman Ex. Montigny Enter Lysette follow'd by Dampierre Dam. What! threaten to turn thee out of Doors Basely expose thee to the scorn Of all thy laughing tribe rail at And revile thee for a matter of just nothing Lyset Nay 't is a fault not to be pardon'd And therefore I 'm resolved to be revenged Damp. Fault that 's a name too soft too mild For such a crime Why 't is Treason Downright Treason a flat Conspiracy Against thy Empire Child Lyset Right therefore once more I do pronounce She sinks under the mighty weight Of my displeasure Damp. Thou hast it in thy power my Girl To crush her into nothing Lyset I have indeed thanks to the dear delight You take in mischief Sir But hark ye now in cooler blood Pray tell me what mad pranks You play'd i th' Forest to put My Saint-like Lady into such Devilish Passion For when all s done my being out Of the way so small a time was but an Inconsiderable fault too slight To draw on so much anger Damp. No Pranks at all my Child Only an Argument arose by chance And I unluckily maintained my part With something too much heat Which put her Ladyship into a horrid pelt And made her rail at me at thee And every body else I think Lyset Yet out of her abundant kindness She has forgiven me forsooth And once again received me into favour But that 's no matter I have not yet Forgiven her Nor will I till to her cost I have made her know me better What! Pretend to turn me out of Doors No my blood rises at the very thoughts on 't Say when shall I be Revenged Damp. This night this very hopeful night Nay if you let slip this night You may perhaps look long enuff For such another opportunity Lyset With all my heart then let it be this night For now methinks I am prepared for any thing That looks like mischief Damp. Bravely resolved Know then Grammount at present Is at the Governours appartment Where multiplicity of business Committed to his care alone By the uneasy Beaufort will certainly Detain him longer than ordinary So that the Night which now draws on a pace Will in all probability be far spent E're he returns to his own Lodgings And then then my Girl Lyset Ay then will be the time when I Poor inconsiderable fool will with Such cunning play my Treacherous part As shall with ease impose upon the good Grammount Pluck from his faithfull breast Deep-rooted Love and in its room Plant the rank weed of Jealousie Turn dearest Friendship into mortal Hate And so give birth to general Confusion Dam. Revenge how sweet thou art Revenge now makes Thee undertake a part the Devil himself Would bogle at No Woman sure e're suckled thee Or something more than man club'd to thy getting But see the Governour appears Away and fail not when it comes to th' push Be sure Lyset Fear me not Exit Lyset Enter Beaufort Damp. This Wench is ripe for Hell Beauf. Well what News Dampierre from Elvira Knows she my Love does she speak Life or Death Damp. Hear the story then be your self the Judge Beauf. Proceed Damp.
Soul That you should thus all at one fatal blow Oppress the wretch with your severest Judgments Oh that some Mountain now would fall on me And in its dreadful ruines hide my head But hark methinks the Gods grow loud hark how Their awful thunder grumbles in the Sky See how the fiery balls fly whizzing by Dealing amazement and destruction all a round Ha ha ha ha See you old miser laden with swelling bags Of ill-got Gold with how much awkar'd haste He limps away to shelter see how he ducks And dives and dodges with the Gods and all Only in hope t' avoid for some few daies Perhaps the just reward of his accursed extortion The hot Adulterer now all chill and impotent With fear leaps from the polluted bed And crams himself into a cranny Those mighty men of blood who make a Trade Of murder forget their wonted fierceness Outnois'd they shrink aside and shake for fear O' th' louder threatnings of the angry Gods Whilst I I only tho' the wickedest wreâ—ch of all with an erected countenance stand to 't Courting those dangers others seek to avoid And yet there 's not one dart one ball for me Tho I Heaven knows deserve 'em all Oh He throws himself on the ground Elv. Let not the knowledge of my innocence My dear Grammount add to thy grief Rather believe me guilty still alas Thy generous easy nature was abused Imposed on by a Brothers wicked arts Thou still art innocent and so am I Who freely can forgive thy greatest faults Come then Grammount come to thy Elvira And with a kiss a cold and dying kiss I 'll seal thy pardon Gram. My dear Elvira this thy prodigious Goodness does but encrease my misery Yet I will come yes my Elvira With a down dejected countenance Not daring to look up but creeping thus And crawling on the earth I do approach Thy feet here spurn the vile thing tread trample The miserable insect into nothing Elv. Oh my Grammount yield not too much to grief It is a fatal tho a slow disease Gram. I thank thee dear Elvira for that hint Now thou art kind and giv'st me good advice Whoever would endure an age of pain When one such blow as this might give him present ease Stabbs himself Beauf. Hold oh hold Grammount Leon. Oh heavens what has he done Mont. Too much alas altho' no more than what I apprehended from his just despair Gram. Help me my friend and place me near that Saint So now 't is pretty well pardon me my dear Elvira that so long I have defer'd This piece of Justice or rather pardon me That at last I durst presume to mingle My polluted blood with those pure streams of thine Elv. Oh my Grammount My Love can pardon thee any thing Yet 't was unkind to give me thus A second wound a wound more grievous To the poor Elvira than the first Which gave her death Elv. Where where art thou my Grammount A rising mist has on a sudden snatched Thee from my sight alas I faint I dye Death seizes now on every part and my Affrighted Soul sits hovering on my pale And trembling lips just ready to begin Its flight Gram. Oh stay Elvira for thy dear Grammount Stay yet but one poor minute then As we have long liv'd and lov'd So let us still Love and lanch together Into a vast eternity where we may Love For ever Elv. Oh no imperious death commands And I must needs obey But do thou live Live yet if it be possible and Love The memory of the poor Elvira Farewel Farewel my dear Grammount For ever She dies Gram. She 's gone and all my comfort is that I Shall quickly follow her Yes this sight wounds Deeper than the sharpest dagger And yet How many Charms remain Unconquer'd still As Beauty lies Triumphant over Fate And seems to flourish in the arms of death Oh let me steal one parting kiss at least From those cold lips But e're I go my Friend On thee I here bestow all I have left Of value in the world this weeping Maid Mont. If the fair Leonora will confirm The gift I shall be but too happy Oh my Grammount I beg thee to believe Since Fate deprives me of my dearest Friend Nought but so rich a present from his hand Could bribe me to survive so sensible a loss Gram. Here take her then Beauf. And with her all my wealth Gram. The poor Grammount can only thank you Sir Come Leonora Leon. For Heavens sake Gram. This modesty's unseasonable now Deny me not the satisfaction To see thee e're I die so well bestowed Give me thy hand Take her Montigny And may this saithful Wise abundantly Supply the want of an Unfortunate But real Friend Farewel a long farewel to all Hark hark Methinks I hear Elvira call I come I come Elvira my aspiring Soul Begins to mount not to o'retake but at An awful distance to attend and wait On thine above in those blest Regions Of eternal peace He dies Beauf. Fate now has done its worst and from me torn All the delight and comfort of my age Who waits there hah Enter Servants at one door Damp at the other But see just Heaven has sent him to receive The due reward of all his crimes Seize Seize on that Villain Dampierre instantly they seize him Damp. What means this rudeness hah Beauf. Look there Grammount is dead Elvira's dead And all this mischief is but the effect Of thy black hellish arts Damp. Why if they are dead Let 'em be buried What is' t to me They might have longer lived or sooner died For ought I know who is it dares blame me Leon. I tho thy Sister must accuse thee wretch Think think on Lysette poysoned by thee She with her latest breath discovered all Thy arts Damp. Then my Italian was a Rascal Away thou art a Girl and should'st be whipt For prating Leon. Ah! was 't not enough that in the Forest Thou on Elvira's honour madest a base Attempt but to reward her goodness In concealing thy black crime Thou must Conspire her death too Beauf. Hah how 's that can that be true Mont. Moâ—â— true believe me Sir and had not I Directed by her cries come in by chance The Villain had accomplisht his design Beauf. Heavens I is it possible Damp. Yes employ'd by thee I would have been thy taster Beaufort I would have wanton'd with her stroked and tamed The vertuous fool then brought her gentle To thy longing arms Do'st thou not Love me for 't yes in thy heart I know thou do'st for who but I would e're Have taken so much pains to serve thy Lust Beauf. Justly thou do'st reproach me Dampierre We are both Villains and on both I will My self see speedy Justice done Thou who In spite of all my caution hast yet dipt Thy hands in blood shalt suffer death with the Most cruel tortures our severest Laws Inflict on murderers As for my self Here I renounce the world and all its joys Resolved henceforth in some Remote And Unfrequented Hermitage to spend The small remainder of my wretched days At Nature's charge Where the cold clammy earth Shall be my bed homely but wholesome roots My daily food and water from the Nearest Spring my only drink There on my Bended knees I 'll try to appease the anger Of offended Heaven and with repeated Earnest vows solicit pardon for all my faults Damp Ha ha ha Beauf. Canst thou laugh wretch Damp. Yes heartily at thee and thy pretended penance Beauf. Away with him and load him well with Irons Damp. Do thy worst old man I fear not thee nor death Damp. is led out Beauf. Now there is little left for me to do But to discharge my duty to the dead In sad and solemn pomp I will attend Them to the earth and give them both one grave There when in peace their dear lov d Ashes lie From Treacherous ease from all vain joys I 'll fly And tho I live yet to the world I 'll dye FINIS THe Inhuman Cardinal or Innocence Betrayed A Novel by Mrs. Mary Pix Now in the Press and will suddenly be published the second part of the proposal to the Ladies wherein a Method is offered for the improvement of their minds By the Author of the first part 12o. Printed for R. Wilkin OVid Travestie or a Burlesque on Ovid ' s Epistles by Captain Alexander Radcliff of Grayes-Inn The Old Batchelor A Comedy by Mr. Congreve The Family Physician being a Choice Collection of the best Remedies for the Cure of all Diseases incident to humane Bodies very useful in Families and serviceable to Country People To which is added the true English Wine-Cellar being the best method to make all English Wines and Metheglin with a Collection of the Choicest Cosmetick Remedies to preserve the Complexion of Ladies Published by George Hartman Phylo-Chymist and Servant to Sir Kenelm Digby till he Dyed Price 2 s. 6 d. Printed for Richard Wellington at the Lute in St. Paul ' s Church-Yard