Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1857-11-27

Fly TO Ancona, where III IoIio" you
Tomorrow, with an escort iaithtui 10 us.
Ant. Let me remain.
Ouch. Fly for my sake.
Ant. For thinel
Dueh. [ do entreat yoa-will embrace your kneesi
So you but act as l now counsel you.
Ant. Best Of my life, farewell; since We must part-
Fate's hand is on us.
Ouch l know not which is best
To eco you dead, or part with you.
Antonio and the Duchess embrace he then EN-
bracess the Children n, o,;,d,en,
Right happy tits ye have not understanding
| To know your misery tor all our Wit
And reading brings us to a truer sense.
Of SORROW. In the Eternal Church. sir
I do hope We shall not part thus.
Ant. Oh, be of comfort!
Make patience q noble fortitude,
Aud think not how unkindly We are used.
Ouch. Must I, a princess, like to allavs'born Rus
Account 1t praise to suffer tyranny
And yet-O, Heaven, thy heavy hand is In 1t.
Ant. Do not weep see l can restrain-
Ouch. Thou can'st not.
Ant. Heaven fashioned rs OF nothing; and our
striving
Doth bring US but to nothing, for we know not
Earth's treasures are but shades. (Crosses to L. o.
Farewell, Cariols,
And thy sweet armfull. If you do never see US more
Be a good mother to your little ones.
And save them from the tiger. Fare you we'll.
oUtuk ks Sf
Ouch. LIE, me look upon you once more, for those
words
Came from a dying father. CThey embraced
Your kiss lie colder
Than that / have seen an holy anchorlte
Give to a paid skul.
Ant. Nv heart is turned to a heavy lump Of lead
Wherewilh l sound our danger. Fare you we'll.
Exit, L. ) E.
Ouch. My laurel is all wither'd.
Laoing towards r.
ACT Iv-SCEEE /.
Re.enter Bossola. L. | T., with the Duchess.
Bossola stands apart.
Ferd. Where are you'
Ouch. Here, cir!
Ferd. would show you peace.
Ouch. Then l will ask your pardon.
Fe,d. Here lie my baud.
Ouch. I af.ctionately kiss it.
Fsrd. Aside Ny blood recoils.
Dutch. 'Tisv very cold-like deaths. :.
Fsrd. Leading her towards the centre OF the wall
behind IL it seems 80, II is the influence,
And 10y semblance Of a deadly thing
That's in my thought.
Ouch. Let me at once behold it.
Ferd. You shall.
lHe grasp. her by one arm. The wall open 10 the
centre, displaying a shrine. on which the artificial
figure of Antonio is lying.l
Now greet your husband in his shroud!
Ouch. fAher apause of dismay, and anguish
There is not between heaven and earth, one wish
| stay for, after this.
Ferd. Doth it not work
Repentance in thy hearth
Ouch. Not hearing him. It wastes me more
Than years could waste. Oh! have some mercy
bind me- He restraints her.
Bind me to that dear lifele5s form, and let me
Freeze into death with him!
Frrd. lLoosing her arm 'Tisn not yet time.
Exit Ferdinand, r.
fThe opening in the wall closes; as the Duchess APP
proaches il. Bossola uncovers the lamp. The
stage becomes light.
ROs. Leave this vain sorrow.
Things, being at the worst, begin to mend. The duke
Must now releut.
Ouch. Good. comfortable fellow,
Persuade q wretch, that's broke upon the wheel,
To have all his bones new set entreat him live
10 be- executed again. Who must despatch met
l account the world a tedious theatre,
Where | do play a part against my will.
Bos. Come, be of comfort. / will save your life.
Ouch. Indeed I have not leisure to attend
So small a business.
Bos. Now, by my soul, ! pity thee.
Ouch. Thou art a fool, then,
To waste thy pity on a thing so wretched
Az cannot pity itself. I am full Of daggers!
| will 90 pray:-No, I sill curse!
Ouch. l could curse the stars!
And the three smiling seasons Of the year:
Nay; the world
To its frat chaos.
Bos. Look you. the stars shine still.
Ouch. oh, but remember that my curse
Hath a great way to go.
Plagues, that make lanes through largest families
Consume them!
Bos. File, lady.
Ouch. Let them, like tyrants.
Meier be Remembered but for the III they have done
And when they reach the depihs Of their sure doom
Let heaven a little while cease browning martyrs,
To punish them -
Go, howl them this, and say l long to bleed;
1t is come mercy when men kill with speed.
Exit, L. H
SCENE II.
Ante.chamber in the Palace of the Duchess, opening
upon the Bed oom.-A lamp burning on a table.
The Duchess seated, Cariola standing by her chair
Carl. Dear gracious lady! Nay, she does moi
heed ne.
lConfused, distant noise of wild voices within
amidst which is now and then heard q yell, and
groan. and the ringing Of a large bell.-It ceases.
Ouch. What hideous noise was that!
Carl 'Tis the wild consort
Oh madmen, l have learnt your tyrant brother
Has placed within your palace, to give color f,
To your seclusion. He would have the people
Believe these rawlings yours.
THE wild voices are heard as before, but quickly
ceasing.l
Again those cries.
Ouch. Indeed, I thank him; nothing but noise and
folly.
Can keep me in my right wits; whereas reason
And silence make me mad. Prythee. sit down;
Discourse to me some dismal tragedy.
Carl. Oh, 7 will Increase your melancholy.
Ouch. Thou art deceived:
To hear of greater griefs would lessen mine.
My palace, now my prison! lShs weeps.l
Carl. Pray dry your eyes.
iAner a pause. What think you Of, madam
Ouch. OF nothing.
When I muse thus, I sleep. Rises.
Dost thou think We shall know one another
l. the next world1
Carr. Yes, out Of question.
Dueh. Oh that it were possible we might
But hold some two days conference With the dead.
From them | would learn somewhat, l am sure
! never shall know here.
The wild voices are heard as before.
I sm not mad Yet, to my cause Of sorrow.
The heav'n Ger my head, seems made Of molten
brass;
The earth Of sulphur, Yet l am not mad.
I am acquainted with cad misery.
Az the train'd galley slave 10 with bis oar;
Necessity makes me suffer constantly,
And custom makes it easy.
wild voices repeated as before
Who do l look like, nowf
Carl. Like to your picture In the gallery.
DueA. I am still myself.
Carr. with sad tenderness Or rather q sac
monument.
Whose ruins are ever pitied.
! Euter Bossola, disguised as an old man, With Ions
grey hair aud beard, R. H.
Ouch. What would'st thou beref
Bos. l am come to make thy tomb.
Ouch How's this !-my tombf
Thou speak'.t as if ! lay on my death. bed.
GaspinS for breath; dost thou perceive me sicki
6o'. Ay, the more dangerously since thy Eicknes'
10 ignorsnt Of itself.