And helpless innocence-do they protect The infant lamb? and shall the infirmities, Which have enabled this enormous Culprit To perpetrate his crimes, serve as a Sanctuary To cover him from punishment? Shame! -Justice, Admitting no resistance, bends alike The feeble and the strong. She needs not here Her bonds and chains, which make the mighty feeble. -We recognise in this old Man a victim Lacy. By heaven, his words are reason! I am of flesh and blood, and may I perish When my heart does not ache to think of it! Poor Victim! not a virtue under heaven But what was made an engine to ensnare see That all is well prepared. We will obey you. (Aside.) But softly! we must look a little nearer. Mar. Tell where you found us. future time I will explain the cause. At some [Exeunt. This last device must end my work.- It were a pleasant pastime to construct Each rises as the other falls and first, the how, And all particulars that dull brains require A whipping to the Moralists who preach man, Nor any half so sure. This Stripling's mind Osw. When I returned with water from the brook, I overheard the Villains-every word Like red-hot iron burnt into my heart. Said one, It is agreed on. The blind Man Shall feign a sudden illness, and the Girl, Who on her journey must proceed alone, Under pretence of violence, be seized. She is," continued the detested Slave, "She is right willing-strange if she were not! They say, Lord Clifford is a savage man ; But, faith, to see him in his silken tunic, Fitting his low voice to the minstrel's harp, There's witchery in't. I never knew a maid That could withstand it. True," continued he, "When we arranged the affair, she wept a little (Not the less welcome to my Lord for that) And said, 'My Father he will have it so.'"' Mar. I am your hearer. From the stern breathing of the rough seawind; This have we, but no other company: Commend me to the place. If a man should die And leave his body here, it were all one Pressing upon thy heart, and this the hour Mar. A bold word from you! Her. Restore him, Heaven! Mar. The desperate Wretch !—A Flower, Fairest of all flowers, was she once, but now They have snapped her from the stemPoh! let her lie Besoiled with mire, and let the houseless snail Feed on her leaves. ay, there, You knew her well Old Man! you were a very Lynx, you knew The worm was in her |