Now while occasion seems to smile upon us,
Forsake this place of shame, and find a shelter.

_Jane S._ What shall I say to you? But I obey--

_Shore._ Lean on my arm----

_Jane S._ Alas! I'm wondrous faint:
But that's not strange, I have not eat these three days.

_Shore._ Oh! merciless!

_Jane S._ Oh! I am sick at heart!----

_Shore._ Thou murd'rous sorrow!
Wo't thou still drink her blood, pursue her still?
Must she then die? O my poor penitent!
Speak peace to thy sad heart; she hears me not:
Grief masters ev'ry sense--

_Enter Catesby, with a Guard._

_Cates._ Seize on 'em both, as traitors to the state--

_Bel._ What means this violence?
[_Guards lay hold on Shore and Belmour._

_Cates._ Have we not found you,
In scorn of the protector's strict command,
Assisting this base woman, and abetting
Her infamy?

_Shore._ Infamy on thy head!
Thou tool of power, thou pander to authority!
I tell thee, knave, thou know'st of none so virtuous,
And she that bore thee was an Ethiop to her.

_Cates._ You'll answer this at full--away with 'em.

_Shore._ Is charity grown treason to your court?
What honest man would live beneath such rulers?
I am content that we should die together----

_Cates._ Convey the men to prison; but, for her,
Leave her to hunt her fortune as she may.

_Jane S._ I will not part with him----for me!--for me!
Oh! must he die for me?
[_following him as he is carried off; she falls._

_Shore._ Inhuman villains! [_breaks from the Guards._
Stand off! the agonies of death are on her----
She pulls, she gripes me hard with her cold hand.

_Jane S._ Was this blow wanting to complete my ruin?
Oh! let me go, ye ministers of terror.
He shall offend no more, for I will die,
And yield obedience to your cruel master.
Tarry a little, but a little longer,
And take my last breath with you.

_Shore._ Oh, my love!
Why dost thou fix thy dying eyes upon me,
With such an earnest, such a piteous, look,
As if thy heart were full of some sad meaning
Thou couldst not speak?----

_Jane S._ Forgive me!----but forgive me!

_Shore._ Be witness for me, ye celestial hosts,
Such mercy and such pardon as my soul
Accords to thee, and begs of heav'n to show thee;
May such befall me at my latest hour,
And make my portion blest or curst for ever.

_Jane S._ Then all is well, and I shall sleep in peace--
'Tis very dark, and I have lost you now----
Was there not something I would have b