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s. [He rises.] Lord BELMOUR. Forego such thoughts; I, nothing meant but honour. My wife and I, having resolv'd to sunder, (For without love we met, and so have liv'd,) Hope ev'ry moment our divorce for ever; When both may wed again, as each best likes; A practice now full easily accomplish'd. Then, that your husband's fate is near its period, 'Tis said, some recent symptoms have pronounc'd Wherefore, it soon may be my happy lot, To make thee partner of my rank and fortune, As thou'rt already empress of my heart. --Accept then, I beseech thee, these small tokens. [He gives her the papers, which she, in great confusion, insensibly takes.] And now with that sweet breath, surpassing far The spicy perfume of the budding rose, Pronounce the sentence of my life, or death. Mrs. ANDREWS. To what an abject state am I reduc'd! The time has been, I'd not have heard a king Discourse me thus. [Aside.]--I charge you, sir, desist. Lord BELMOUR. I find 'tis vain to press my suit at present, An humour this, to which 'twere better yield. Best flatter it. [Aside.]--O! I am quite abash'd. Your merited rebukes so awe my soul, That I shall live from this day forth in penitence, And adoration of your heav'nly virtues: Let me then read in thy relenting eye My peace restor'd, or seal my final doom! Mrs. ANDREWS. Your future conduct must determine it. Lord BELMOUR. Permit me then, I pray-- [He seizes her hand, and kisses it.] We are to meet At lady Meldmay's drawing-room to-night; Till then--[Aside as he goes off.]--The prize is mine. She now must yield. Mrs. ANDREWS. Are these his papers? heav'n what have I done? I'll instantly dispatch them after him Yet that were dang'rous too; they might miscarry; And then in person to return them to him, May cause another interview between us.-- What mischiefs have I heap'd upon myself! [Goes off.] SCENE V. Mr. ANDREWS's house. ANDREWS and JEFFERSON. ANDREWS. What,--my old faithful steward!--O! impossible. And yet, this finding of the secret key Of the cash-chest, (with which he charg'd my wife) And medals in his trunk--but then the letter, Giving me information of this matter Has not the writer's
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