Whose feeble arm, unstung by death, can cope Kay. Oh, was it all too little, Al! thou hast done, but when one g'eam of hope Of swift approaching death. Oh yes, bold hero, Ray. I thank thee caitiff, For warning me. I would not stain my sword Thy cowardice has purchas'd thee some minutes Guise. And art thou wounded? Ye powers of death assist me! [Drawing his sword. Ray. Villain! [They fight, Guise falls. There lie, detested coward! Cold in my bosom smarts the murdering sword That kill'd my last fond hope. Guise. Oh this is terrible! He that receives a wrong-he, he is happy, My crimes, oh horrible, and death's hand on me! Enter BRAMVILLE, RONSARD and servants, with EEMOINE veiled. Ron. Still not in vain, my lord, is our attempt. [To Raymond. We rescued her from Guise's ruffian bands: But let us haste from hence. Ah Heaven, you bleed. [Bramville and Ronsard su port Raymond. Ray. Death gently beckons me: Oh speed my friends To Sicily, and place my rescu'd spouse [Femoine drops the veil. Heavens, is it thee! O now my heart is vanquish'd! My last fond wish, my last fond hope destroy'd! [Sinking down, Bramville and Ronsard support him. rour Guise. O cursed woman, see the bitter fruits [To Eemoine. Of thy intrigues, and curst advice-Some demon drags me hence, dark settling hor[Dies. Eem. Dreadful, O dreadful, all my hopes are blasted! [Looking at Guise. O injur'd Raymond, trembling I approach thee: Much-injur'd Raymond, thy countess overlov'd thee; 'T was I attempted to seduce her virtue, Which mid he darkness of these plotful hours Shone with redoubled lustre; loud and awfully Thy wrongs cry vengeance; and behold their victim Kneeling before thee. Mark me, great thy wrongs, And this their fruits- [Stabs herself, the dagger snatched from her. Yet life seems slow to fly. Oh, while it lingers bear me to the countess : Ray. Bramville, thy friendly arms Bram. Peace to thy noble soul! [Dies. That fortune's giddy height could never change! Enter the COUNTESS, looking at EEMOINE. [vants My evil angel, why thus glar'st thou at me! [Dies Erm. My husband did she say! O yes, he lov'd me. Ha, what[Turning to Raymond. -My husband murder'd! [Kneeling down by himArise, my noble Raymond, rise, And let us fly a pause. Bram. Assume the sacred veil, Erm. Take my child away Oh Heaven, how dreadful these upbraiding looks Bram. Ha!--what resounding tumult! 'T is treason's triumph o'er our country's fall. Grasping the victory, ride through the field, A prisoner! Enter the KING, guarded by Spanish soldiers. King. Off-your base bands, you slavesBram. Amidst thy bitter feelings for thyself, Look here, fallen king [Pointing to the Countess and Raymond. Low lies thy faithfullest, Thy bravest peer-These are the horrid triumphs Of thy lewd revels! King. These--Oh Heaven, couldst thou Restore me yesterday! f Ron. When gallant injur'd Raymond Left friendless in the field! me, and my cause, Deeply, O Raymond, deeply art thou reveng'd!' Lord Adm. Patience, my liege, were now becom- Now I'm no king indeed! |