eath! I must attend its call, too;
For my poor friend, my dying Pierre, expects me;
He sent a message to require I'd see him
Before he died, and take his last forgiveness.
Farewell forever! _[Going, L._

_Bel._ Leave thy dagger with me;
Bequeath me something--Not one kiss at parting!
Oh, my poor heart, when wilt thou break!

_Jaf._ _[Returning--she runs into his arms.]_ Yet stay:
We have a child, as yet a tender infant:
Be a kind mother to him when I'm gone;
Breed him in virtue and the paths of honour,
But never let him know his father's story!
I charge thee, guard him from the wrongs my fate
May do his future fortune or his name.
Now--nearer yet--
Oh, that my arms were riveted
Thus round thee ever! But my friends! my oath!
This, and no more! _[Kisses her_

_Bel._ Another, sure another
For that poor little one you've ta'en such care of.
I'll give't him truly.

_Jaf._ So--now, farewell!

_Bel._ Forever? _[Going, L._

_Jaf._ Heav'n knows, forever! all good angels guard
thee! _[Exit, L._

_Bel._ All ill ones, sure, had charge of me this moment!
Oh, give me daggers, daggers, _[Returns, C.]_ fire, or water!
How I could bleed, how burn, how drown, the waves
Huzzing and foaming round my sinking head,
'Till I descended to the peaceful bottom!
Oh! there's all quiet--here, all rage and fury!
The air's too thin, and pierces my weak brain;
I long for thick substantial sleep: (R. C.) Hell! hell!
Burst from the centre, (R.) rage and roar aloud,
If thou art half so hot, so mad as I am! _[Exit, R._

_Scene IV.--St. Mark's Place,--A Scaffold in the back
ground, and a Wheel, prepared for the Execution of
Pierre._

_Enter Captain, Pierre, Guard, Executioner, and Rabble._

_Pierre._ (L.) My friend not yet come?

_Enter Jaffier, r._

_Jaf._ Oh, Pierre! _[Falling on his knees._

_Pierre._ (C.) Dear to my arms, though thou'st undone
my fame,
I can't forget to love thee. Pr'ythee, Jaffier,
Forgive that filthy blow, my passion dealt thee:
I'm now preparing for the land of peace
And fain would have the charitable wishes
Of all good men like thee, to bless my journey.

_Jaf._ Good! I'm the vilest creature--worse than e'er
Suffered the shameful fate thou'rt going to t