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Scene 6.
Ulamar, Miramont, Sakia, and Guards.Mir.
Who asks for Miramont?
Sak.
Sakia.
Mir.
Sakia?
Sak.
Yes; so the Angians call me; but I had
Another Name upon th' Huronian Lake.
Mir.
Tell now I never saw thee.
Sak.
I tell thee 'tis for Miramont I ask.
Mir.
Men call me Miramont.
Sak.
Thee? I know thee not.
How long hast thou been here in Canada?
Mir.
The Sun has five times rowl'd about the Year,
Since first I Landed on your Indian Shoar.
Sak.
I want another Captain of thy Name.
Mir.
In Canada there is no other Miramont.
Sak.
Thou art mistaken; I have often seen him,
And know him well.
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Twelve Years ago you may have seen another;
But then his Elder Brother Childless dy'd;
And he return'd to France.
Sak.
Ye have utterly abandon'd us ye Heav'ns!
And what became of him?
Mir.
In France Sev'n years with Honours Crown'd he liv'd,
And then he left it for a better World.
Sak.
Dead! Is he dead? O the most lost of Women!
Mir.
Hear me.
Sak.
Answer me.
Who was that Miramont that Fought this morn
With my poor dying Son?
Mir.
'Twas I: But hear me Madam.
Sak.
Horrour and Destraction seize me!
Henceforth I'll be as deaf to all the World,
As Heav'n has been to me.
Mir.
Hear me but a word!
Sak.
At length shew mercy ye afflicting Pow'rs,
And send more weight to crush the Wretch you have made.
Mir.
Strange Prepossession!
Sak.
This weight of Woe I cannot, will not bear!
I faint, I die, support thy wretched Mother,
And leave her not in this extream necessity.
Ah Woe! Thou art thy self in dire necessity,
Hopeless, forlorn, of all the World mistaken:
But who has brought thee to this dismal end.
O wretch, the most Accurst of Heav'n! Thus, thus
I dash against the Ground the fatal cause.
[Falls.
And art thou gone, for ever gone my Miramont:
Then all the World is gone with wretched me;
Here let me end my miserable Life:
My miserable Life's already ended,
And I am in the number of those things
That were, and are no more. I come my Miramont!
Methinks I see thy awful Ghost appear,
And beckon me away to that strange Land.
From whence there's no return: Yes now I see thee
Just with that mournful look, that fatal frown,
With which thou now for three successive Nights
Hast broke my dreadful Slumbers, t' upbraid me
For my unkind delay: But I it seems
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Mistook the mortal Summons.
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