ss
Am fall'n into the lowest depths of misery,
And want your pitying hand to raise me up again.

_Pri._ What wouldst thou beg for?

_Bel._ Pity and forgiveness. [_throws up her veil._
By the kind, tender names of child and father,
Hear my complaints, and take me to your love.

_Pri._ My daughter!

_Bel._ Yes, your daughter.

_Pri._ Don't talk thus.

_Bel._ Yes, I must; and you must hear too.
I have a husband.

_Pri._ Damn him.

_Bel._ Oh! do not curse him;
He would not speak so hard a word towards you
On any terms, howe'er he deals with me.

_Pri._ Ha! what means my child?

_Bel._ Oh! my husband, my dear husband,
Carries a dagger in his once kind bosom,
To pierce the heart of your poor Belvidera.

_Pri._ Kill thee!

_Bel._ Yes, kill me. When he pass'd his faith
And covenant against your state and senate,
He gave me up a hostage for his truth:
With me a dagger and a dire commission,
Whene'er he fail'd, to plunge it through this bosom.
I learnt the danger, chose the hour of love
T' attempt his heart, and bring it back to honour.
Great love prevail'd, and bless'd me with success!
He came, confess'd, betray'd his dearest friends
For promis'd mercy. Now they're doom'd to suffer.
Gall'd with remembrance of what then was sworn,
If they are lost, he vows t' appease the gods
With this poor life, and make my blood th' atonement.

_Pri._ Heav'ns!

_Bel._ If I was ever then your care, now hear me;
Fly to the senate, save the promis'd lives
Of his dear friends, ere mine be made the sacrifice.

_Pri._ Oh, my heart's comfort!

_Bel._ Will you not, my father?
Weep not, but answer me.

_Pri._ By heav'n I will.
Not one of them but what shall be immortal.
Canst thou forgive me all my follies past?
I'll henceforth be indeed a father; never,
Never more thus expose, but cherish thee,
Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life,
Dear as these eyes that weep in fondness o'er thee.
Peace to thy heart. Farewell.

_Bel._ Go, and remember
'Tis Belvidera's life her father pleads for. [_exeunt._

SCENE II. A GARDEN.

_Enter Jaffier._

_Jaf._ Final destruction seize on all the world.
Bend down, ye heav'ns, and shutting round this earth,
Crush the vile globe into its first confusion!

_Enter Belvidera._

_Bel._ My life---- [_meeting him._

_Jaf._ My plague---- [_turning from her._

_Bel._ Nay, then I see my ruin.
If I must die!

_Jaf._ Nor let the thoughts of death perplex thy