Wel. The Police has succeeded, in capturing the Robbers of the Heath, and they have confess'd to the murder of Captain Ashfield-Edward Warner may go free. War. Great powers! what do I hear it cannot be, say once more I am free. I am free, hear that, I'm free-oh! who can say, there is not a benign providence, that watches all, who trust in him?—but my wife, where is she? MARY enters. Mary. Husband! [She rushes in, ard falls in his arms.] You are saved! War. Free, ha ha! ha. They Kneel.-Picture formed. THE CURTAIN DROPS. THE END, J. H. Starie, Printer, Museum Street. ARTAXERXES. ACT I. SCENE I.-An Inner Garden, belonging to the Palace of the King of Persia-Moonlight, MANDANE and ARBACES, L. H. U. E. Man. Still silence reigns around, suspicion sleeps. And unperceived you may escape these walls. Arb. Adieu, my love-Oh think on thy Arbaces! DUETTINO. Fair Aurora, pr'ythee stay; O retard unwelcome day? Think what anguish rends my breast, Thus caressing, thus carest; From the idol of my heart, Forc'd at thy approach to part. Arb. Alas! thou know'st that for my love to thee, The king, great Xerxes, thy too rigid father, Has banish'd me the palace; should be know That, in defiance of his stern command, I have presum❜d to scale this garden wall, When thou, his daughter, could not move his pity. Disposes at his will, the heart of Xerxes; I |