The Fatal Extravagance A Tragedy |
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SCENE XII.
Bellmour, Woodly, Courtney, Louisa, 3 Children.Wood.
Amazement strike me! what do I behold?
My Friend! my Bellmour! in the Pangs of Death—
O cruel Spectacle! amazing Sight!
Bell.
O Woodly! great, good Man! let me embrace thee,
And, in thy Arms, breathe out this blacken'd Soul.
Wood.
I came, transported with surprizing News;
But, ah! how fleeting are the Joys of Life?—
By a young Kinsman, landed from a Ship,
That left her Consort scarce a Day behind,
But now, I learnt, that your long absent Brother,
Whom all his Friends thought many Years was dead,
Returning rich, from the remotest East,
Dy'd but in Sight of Land—and has bequeath'd
His whole heap'd Wealth to Bellmour—
Bell.
Eternal Pleasures flow from sacred Friendship.
Heav'n! I adore thee—thou art too indulgent!
Wou'd I had trusted thy unbounded Goodness!
Thou best can'st clear thy mystick Dispensations,
And make Confusion end, in beauteous Order!
Punish'd with this Severity of Justice,
I feel, and own, thy Mercy—Now, live, Louisa!
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See to my Boys—and oh!—forget your Bellmour.
(Dies.
Lou.
Oh!
Wood.
Alas! she faints—this sudden Turn of Terror,
Rushes too strong to be withstood by Nature.
Let's call her Women to her Aid, and watch her
Till Time, and Thought, by slow Degrees, bring Comfort.
Court.
From this sad Story, let Observers know,
That early Riot ends, in lasting Woe.
Mean, and ignoble Pleasures break the Mind,
Unnerve the Judgment, and the Reason blind,
Till Heav'n o'ertakes us, with some dreadful Fate.
And the touch'd Soul grows sensible, too late,
(Curtain drops.
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