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SCENE II.

Bellmour,
Louisa.
Life's a Burden—
I cou'd even throw it down: But something whispers
That my black Crimes have heap'd a future Hell
Of Vengeance, for my Punishment.

Lou.
O Bellmour,
To see you thus dejected and despairing,
Makes me think manly Virtue all a Jest.
My female Weakness cou'd no more be bent
Beneath Adversity.

Bell.
My Crimes, my Follies,
Hunt me, Louisa; and where'er I go,
Conscience still hallows Vengeance in my Ear.

Lou.
Poor Bellmour.

Bell.
Poor indeed! a Monument of Woe!
Beggar'd alike in Fortune and in Soul!

Lou.
Yet hope good News. Courtney may bring it to us.
He comes—