Belmour! where, indeed? They stand aloof,
And view my desolation from afar!
And yet thy goodness turns aside to pity me.
Alas! there may be danger; get thee gone.
Let me not pull a ruin on thy head.
Leave me to die alone, for I am fall'n
Never to rise, and all relief is vain.

_Bel._ Yet raise thy drooping head; for I am come
To chase away despair. Behold! where yonder
That honest man, that faithful, brave, Dumont,
Is hasting to thy aid--

_Jane S._ Dumont! Ha! where? [_raising herself, and looking about._

Then heav'n has heard my pray'r; his very name
Renews the springs of life, and cheers my soul.
Has he then 'scap'd the snare?

_Bel._ He has; but see----
He comes, unlike to that Dumont you knew,
For now he wears your better angel's form,
And comes to visit you with peace and pardon.

_Enter Shore._

_Jane S._ Speak, tell me! Which is he? And oh! what would
This dreadful vision! See it comes upon me--
It is my husband----Ah! [_she swoons._

_Shore._ She faints! support her!

_Bel._ Her weakness could not bear the strong surprise.
But see, she stirs! And the returning blood
Faintly begins to blush again, and kindle
Upon her ashy cheek--

_Shore._ So--gently raise her-- [_raising her up._

_Jane S._ Ha! what art thou? Belmour!

_Bel._ How fare you, lady?

_Jane S._ My heart is thrill'd with horror--

_Bel._ Be of courage--
Your husband lives! 'tis he, my worthiest friend--

_Jane S._ Still art thou there!--Still dost thou hover round me!
Oh, save me, Belmour, from his angry shade!

_Bel._ 'Tis he himself! he lives! look up--

_Jane S._ I dare not!
Oh! that my eyes could shut him out for ever--

_Shore._ Am I so hateful then, so deadly to thee,
To blast thy eyes with horror? Since I'm grown
A burden to the world, myself, and thee,
Would I had ne'er surviv'd to see thee more.

_Jane S._ Oh! thou most injur'd--dost thou live, indeed?
Fall then, ye mountains, on my guilty head;
Hide me, ye rocks, within your secret caverns;
Cast thy black veil upon my shame, O night!
And shield me with thy sable wing for ever.

_Shore._ Why dost thou turn away?----Why tremble thus?
Why thus indulge thy fears? and, in despair,
Abandon thy distracted soul to horror?
Cast every black and guilty thought behind thee,
And let 'em never vex thy quiet more.
My arms, my heart, are open to receive thee,
To bring thee back to thy forsaken home,
With tender joy, with fond forgiving love.
Let us haste,