.

But first I'll snatch a parting last Embrace.
[_He touches and goes to embrace the corpse._
Thou dear cold Clay! forgive the daring Touch;
It is thy Chekitan, thy wounded Lover.
'Tis; and he hastens to revenge thy Death.
[_TORAX groans and attempts to speak._

TORAX.

Oh, oh, I did not--Philip--Philip--Oh. [_CHEKITAN starts._

CHEKITAN.

What--did I not hear a Groan? and Philip call'd?

TENESCO.

It was, it was, and there is Motion too.
[_Approaches TORAX, who groans and speaks again._

TORAX.

Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Philip--help. Oh! Oh!

TENESCO.

He is alive--We'll raise him from the Ground.
[_They lift him up, and speak to him._
Torax, are you alive? or are our Ears deceiv'd?

TORAX.

Oh. Philip, do not--do not--be so cruel.

CHEKITAN.

He is bewilder'd, and not yet himself.
Pour this into his Lips--it will revive him.
[_They give him something._

TENESCO.

This is a Joy unhop'd for in Distress. [_TORAX revives more._

TORAX.

Oh! Philip, Philip!--Where is Philip gone?

TENESCO.

The Murderers are pursued--He will go soon.
And now can carry Tidings of your Life.

TORAX.

He carry Tidings! he's the Murderer.

TENESCO.

He is not murder'd; he was slightly wounded,
And hastens now to see the King your Father.

TORAX.

He is false, a barbarous, bloody Man,
A Murderer, a base disguis'd Assassin.

CHEKITAN.

He still is maz'd, and knows not whom he's with

TORAX.

Yes, you are Chekitan, and that's Monelia. [_Pointing to the corpse._
This is Tenesco--Philip stabb'd my Sister,
And struck at me; here was the stunning Blow. [_Pointing to his head._
He took us sleeping in this silent Grove;
There by Appointment from himself we waited.
I saw him draw the bloody Knife from her,
And, starting, ask'd him, Why, or what he meant?
He answered with the Hatchet on my Skull,
And doubtless thought me dead and bound in Silence.
I am myself, and what I say is Fact.

TENESCO.

The English 'twas beset you; Philip ran
For your Assistance, and himself is wounded.

TORAX.

He may be wounded, but he wounded me;
No Englishman was there, he was alone.
I dare confront him with his Villainy:
Depend upon 't, he's treacherous, false, and bloody.

CHEKITAN.

May we believe, or is this all a Dream?
Are we awake? Is Tor