Car. Young Frank is going the wrong way.Alas, poor youth! now I begin to pity him. Enter Old THORNEY and WINNIFREDE, weeping. Thor. Here let our sorrows wait him; to press nearer The place of his sad death, some apprehensions Win. Comfort and I Are too far separated to be join'd Rather resolve to conquer it with patience. Win. My griefs are strong upon me; My weakness scarce can bear them. [A great cry within.]-Away with her! Hang her, witch! Enter to execution Mother SAWYER; Officers with halberts, followed by a crowd of country people. Car. The witch, that instrument of mischief! Did not she witch the devil into my son-in-law, when he kill'd my poor daughter? Do you hear, mother Sawyer? Saw. What would you have? Cannot a poor old woman have your leave Car. Did not you bewitch Frank, to kill his wife? Car. Thou didst bewitch Ann Ratcliffe to kill herself. Saw. Churl, thou liest; I never did her hurt: would you were all as near your ends as I am, that gave evidence against me for it! Coun. I'll be sworn, master Carter, she bewitch'd Gammer Washbowl's sow to cast her pigs a day before she would have farrowed: yet they were sent up to London, and sold for as good Westminster dogpigs, at Bartholomew fair, as ever ale-wife longed for. Saw. These dogs will mad me; I was well resolv'd To die in my repentance. Though 't is true I would live longer if I might, yet since I cannot, pray torment me not; my conscience How they believe the Devil; at last he'll cheat you. Saw. Yet again? Have I scarce breath enough to say my prayers, And would you force me to spend that in bawling? Bear witness, I repent all former evil; There is no damned conjurer like the Devil. All. Away with her, away! [She is led off. Enter FRANK to execution, Officers, &c. Thor. Here's the sad object which I yet must meet With hope of comfort, if a repentant end Make him more happy than misfortune would Frank. Good sirs, turn from me; You will revive affliction almost kill'd With my continual sorrow. Thor. Oh, Frank, Frank; Would I had sunk in mine own wants, or died Win. Let me pray you, sir Frank. Thou much-wrong'd woman, I must sigh for thee, As he that's only loath to leave the world, For that he leaves thee in it unprovided, Thor. Let it be thine too, Who bears his peace within him: had I spun You might have mourn'd for me indeed; my miseries But now the law hath not arraign'd, condemn'd Than I myself have every little sin My memory can reckon from my childhood: Is much more gracious than my faults are mon strous. Thor. Here's comfort in this penitence. How truly you are reconciled, and quickens My dying comfort, that was near expiring With my last breath: now this repentance makes thee As white as innocence; and my first sin with thee, And there enjoy what earth denied us, happiness! But since I must survive, and be the monument A widow's duty, calling that end best Which, though it stain the name, makes the soul blest. Frank. Give me thy hand, poor woman; do not weep: Farewell! thou dost forgive me? Win. 'Tis my part To use that language. Frank. Oh! that my example Might teach the world hereafter what a curse Car. Ay, ay, she's in heaven, and I am glad to see thee so well prepared to follow her. I forgive thee with all my heart; if thou hadst not had ill counsel, thou wouldst not have done as thou didst; the more shame for them! Som. Spare your excuse to me, I do conceive What you would speak! I would you could as easily Make satisfaction to the law, as to My wrongs: I am sorry for you. War. And so am I, And heartily forgive you. Kath. I will pray for you, For her sake, who, I'm sure, did love you dearly. Of my part in thy wrongs. Frank. You are all merciful, And send me to my grave in peace. Sir Arthur, Heaven send you a new heart!-lastly, to you, sir; And though I have deserv'd not to be call'd [Kneels. Your son, yet give me leave, upon my knees, To beg a blessing. Thor. Take it: let me wet Thy cheeks with the last tears my griefs have left me. O Frank, Frank, Frank! Frank. Let me beseech you, gentlemen, To comfort my old father, keep him with you; Love this distressed widow; and as often As you remember what a graceless man I was, remember likewise that these are Both free, both worthy of a better fate, Than such a son or husband as I have been. All help me with your prayers. On, on; 't is just That law should purge the guilt of blood and lust. [He is led off by the Officers. Car. Go thy ways; I did not think to have shed one tear for thee, but thou hast made me water my plants spite of my heart. Master Thorney, cheer up, man; while I can stand by you, you shall not want help to keep you from falling: we have lost our children both on's the wrong way, but we cannot help it; better or worse, 't is now as 't is. Thor. I thank you, sir; you are more kind than I Have cause to hope or look for. Car. Master Somerton, is Kate yours or no? Kath. And but my faith is pass'd, I should fear to be married, husbands are so cruelly unkind. Excuse me that I am troubled. Som. Thou shalt have no cause. Just. Take comfort, mistress Winnifrede. Sir For his abuse to you and to your husband, Sir Ar. Which I will soon' discharge. 1 The character of Sir Arthur Clarington is sustained, as Mr. Gifford observes, with care and ability. Terrified, but not reclaimed from his profligacy, by the law, he is every where equally odious; and ends the same mean, heartless, avaricious wretch he showed himself at first. |