y father will forgive him,
He dearly lov'd him once--but that is over.
See where he comes--beware, my gallant Percy,
Ah! come not here, this is the cave of death,
And there's the dark, dark palace of Revenge!
See the pale king sits on his blood-stain'd throne!
He points to me--I come, I come, I come.

[_she faints, they run to her, Douglas takes up his sword
and stabs himself._

_Dou._ Thus, thus I follow thee.

_Edr._ Hold thy rash hand!

_Dou._ It is too late. No remedy but this
Could medicine a disease so desperate.

_Raby._ Ah, she revives!

_Dou._ [_raising himself._] She lives! bear, bear me to her!
We shall be happy yet.
[_he struggles to get to her, but sinks down._
It will not be--
O for a last embrace--Alas! I faint--
She lives--Now death is terrible indeed--
Fair spirit, I lov'd thee--O--Elwina! [_dies._

_Elw._ Where have I been? The damps of death are on me.

_Raby._ Look up, my child! O do not leave me thus!
Pity the anguish of thy aged father.
Hast thou forgot me?

_Elw._ No--you are my father;
O you are kindly come to close my eyes,
And take the kiss of death from my cold lips!

_Raby._ Do we meet thus?

_Elw._ We soon shall meet in peace.
I've but a faint remembrance of the past--
But something tells me--O those painful struggles!
Raise me a little--there-- [_she sees the body of Douglas._
What sight is that?
A sword, and bloody? Ah! and Douglas murder'd!

_Edr._ Convinc'd too late of your unequall'd virtues,
And wrung with deep compunction for your wrongs,
By his own hand the wretched Douglas fell.

_Elw._ This adds another, sharper pang to death.
O thou Eternal! take him to thy mercy,
Nor let this sin be on his head, or mine!

_Raby._ I have undone you all--the crime is mine!
O thou poor injur'd saint, forgive thy father,
He kneels to his wrong'd child.

_Elw._ Now you are cruel.
Come near, my father, nearer--I would see you,
But mists and darkness cloud my failing sight.
O Death! suspend thy rights for one short moment,
Till I have ta'en a father's last embrace--
A father's blessing.--Once--and now 'tis over.
Receive me to thy mercy, gracious Heaven! [_she dies._

_Raby._ She's gone! for ever gone! cold, dead and cold.
Am I a father? Fathers love their children----
I murder mine! With impious pride I snatch'd
The bolt of vengeance from the hand of Heaven.
My punishment is great--but oh! 'tis just.
My soul submissive bows. A righteous