His face has little anger in it, neither: 'Tis rather marked with sorrow and distress. Sir E. Wilford, approach me. What am I to say For aiming at your life? Do you not scorn me, Despise me for it? Wil. I! Oh, sir Sir E. You must; For I am singled from the herd of men, A vile, heart-broken wretch! Wil. Indeed, indeed, sir, You deeply wrong yourself. Your equals' love, The poor man's prayer, the orphan's tear of gratitude, I am most bound to bless you! Sir E. Mark me, Wilford. I know the value of the orphan's tear, The poor man's prayer, respect from the respected; I feel, to merit these, and to obtain them, Is to taste here below, that thrilling cordial, In human blood? And yet, it seems, this day I sought your life. Oh, I have suffered madness! I have resolved it: hell-born struggles tear me; But I have pondered on't and I must trust thee. Sir E. You must swear. Wil. Swear, sir! Will nothing but an oath, then- (Rising and seizing WILFORD's arm.) May all the ills that wait on frail humanity Most lazar-like and loathsome, and your mind More loathsome than your body! May those fiends Shrink back, and shudder at your monstrous crimes, Poison your aged days; while all your nights, Wil. For mercy's sake, forbear! You terrify me. Sir E. Hope this may fall upon thee; swear thou hop'st it If thou betray'st me; Wil. (Hesitating.) Well-I- Sir E. No retreating. Wil. (After a pause.) I swear, by all the ties that bind a man, Divine or human, never to divulge! Sir E. Remember, you have sought this secret,—yes, Extorted it. I have not thrust it on you. 'Tis big with danger to you; and to me, While I prepare to speak, torment unutterable. Wil. Dearest sir, Collect yourself; this shakes you horribly. You had this trembling, it is scarce a week, At Madam Helen's. Sir E. There it is. Her uncle Wil. Her uncle! Sir E. Him. She knows it not,-none know it; You are the first ordained to hear me say, I am -his murderer!-his assassin ! Wil. What! you that—mur-the murder-I am choked! Sir E. Honour-thou blood-stained god! at whose red altar Sit war and homicide, oh! to what madness Will insult drive thy votaries! In the world's range there does not breathe a man Stained me!-Oh, death and shame! the world looked on, Rolled lifeless at my Wil. Oh, mercy on me! How could this deed be covered? Sir E. Would you think it? E'en at the moment when I gave the blow, I had all good men's love. But my disgrace, They summoned me, as friend would summon friend, To acts of import and communication. We met; and 'twas resolved, to stifle rumour, To put me on my trial. No accuser, No evidence appeared, to urge it on : 'Twas meant to clear my fame. How clear it, then? How cover it? you say. Why, by a lie,— Guilt's offspring and its guard! I taught this breast, Smooth as a seraph's song from Satan's mouth; Wil. Heaven forgive me! It may be wrong; indeed, I pity you. I ask no consolation! Idle boy! Think'st thou that this compulsive confidence Dead in the church-yard! Boy, I would not kill thee: Save one-your death. You shall not be my victim. Wil. My death!-What! take my life—my life, to prop This empty honour! Sir E. Empty!-Grovelling fool! Wil. I am your servant, sir, child of your bounty, Sir E. How ! Wil. You dare not! Sir E. Dare not! Wil. Some hours ago you durst not. Passion moved you; Reflection interposed, and held your arm. But, should reflection prompt you to attempt it, My innocence would give me strength to struggle, your hand. And ask you which in heaven would show the best,— GEORGE COLMAN. FROM "WILLIAM TELL." Four Characters.-TELL, ALBERT (his son), GESLER, and SARNEM; also an Attendant. Sar. (to TELL) Behold the governor. Down, slave, upon thy knees, and beg for mercy. Ges. Does he hear? Sar. He does, but braves thy power. Down, slave, and ask for life. Ges. (to TELL) Why speak'st thou not? Tell. For wonder! Yes, for wonder-that thou seem'st a man. |