A little longer, a few short hours more, And all their cares, and mine, shall end for ever. How near is misery and joy allied! Nor [Aside. eye nor thought can their extremes divide: A moment's space is long, and lightning slow To fate descending to reverse our woe, Or blast our hopes, and all our joys o'erthrow. [Exeunt. ACT III. The Scene continued. Enter AGNES, alone, with the casket in her hand. Agn. Who should this stranger be? And then this casket He says it is of value, and yet trusts it, It is not what he says-I'm strongly tempted To search and pry into th' affairs of others, Base poverty, and all its abject train; The mean devices we're reduc'd to use To keep out famine, and preserve our lives At our approach, and once more bend before us. Though but a moment, such a treasure mine. Am I in love with misery and want? To rob myself, and court so vast a loss? Enter OLD WILMOT. O. Wilm. The mind contented, with how little pains The wand'ring senses yield to soft repose, And die to gain new life! He's fallen asleep Already Happy man! What dost thou think, My Agnes, of our unexpected guest? What art thou gazing on? Fie, 'tis not well- Why have you open'd it? Should this be known, Agn. And who shall know it? O. Wilm. There is a kind of pride, a decent dignity Due to ourselves; which, spite of our misfortunes, May be maintain'd and cherish'd to the last. To live without reproach, and without leave To quit the world, shews sovereign contempt, And noble scorn of its relentless malice. Agn. Shews sovereign madness, and a scorn of sense! Pursue no farther this detested theme: I will not die,-I will not leave the world For all that you can urge, until compell'd. O. Wilm. To chase a shadow, when the setting sun Is darting his last rays, were just as wise As your anxiety for fleeting life, Now the last means for its support are failing: This warmth might be excus'd-But take thy choice: Agn. Nor live, I hope. O. Wilm. There is no fear of that. O. Wilm. Strange folly! where's the means? Perhaps thou dost but try me; yet take heed- And desperation drove, have been committed Which, by a crime much less, we may avoid. O. Wilm. Th' inhospitable murder of our guest!— How couldst thou form a thought so very tempting, So advantageous, so secure, and easy; And yet so cruel, and so full of horror? Agn. 'Tis less impiety, less against nature, O. Wilm. It is no matter, whether this or that Or none could act amiss- -And that all err, VOL. IV. G Agn. You're too severe: reason may justly plead For her own preservation, O. Wilm. Rest contented: Agn. Then nought remains, But the swift execution of a deed. O. Wilm. True; his strength Single is more, much more than ours united; Ours in duration, should he 'scape this snare. Gen'rous, unhappy man! O what could move thee Agn. By what means? By stabbing, suffocation, or by strangling, O. Wilm. Why, what a fiend! How cruel, how remorseless and impatient Agn. Barbarous man! Whose wasteful riots ruin'd our estate, And drove our son, ere the first down had spread |