 | The Regicide : Or, James the First, of Scotland |  |
SCENE VI.
Angus entring, Eleonora, Dunbar, Attendants.Angus.
What Sound of femal Woe—Ha! Stuart slain!
Alas! I fear thou art the fatal Cause!
[To Eleonora.
Eleonora.
Too well my Father has divin'd the Cause
Of their unhappy Strife!—Wherefore, ye Powers!
Am I to Misery deliver'd up!
What kindred Crime (alas!) am I decreed
To expiate, that Misfortunes fall so thick
On my poor Head!
Angus
to Dunbar.
How durst your lawless Rage
Profane this sacred Place with private Brawl!
Dunbar.
By Heav'n! no Place how much soe'er rever'd,
Shall screen th'Assassin who, like him, would aim
The murd'rous Steel at Eleonora's Breast!
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Ha!—were his Aims so merciless?—Too just
The Vengeance that o'ertook him!—But th'Event
With this unstable Juncture ill accords!—
Remove the Body.—Thou meanwhile retire,
Thy Presence may awake, or aggravate
The Rage of Athol.
[The Body is removed.
Dunbar.
Therefore I obey.—
And O thou lovely Mourner! who now droop'st
Like the spread Rose beneath th'inclement Shower,
When next we meet, I hope to see thee bloom
With vernal Freshness, and again unfold
Thy Beauties to the Sun!
[Exit Dunbar.
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