SCENE III. The gate of the Town seer at some distance, as in Scene I. GLANVILLE, an ADVOCATE, MAGISTRATE, &c. Mag. Let us stop here. It is the wonted spot To change the place. Mag. True, Sir, but the sad caus Which chanc'd upon the morning of the change, Gave us some warrantry. Adv. You did amiss So to entrench on old prescribed tenures. What was the cause? Mag. Upon that solemn day, A hideous murder was committed here, Whereby the ground was foul with clotted blood, And most unfit for our solemnity. The circumstance I do not well remember, But Glanville may. Glan. Why, Sir, should I? Mag. For you have ever with most constant kindness Aided the widow of the hapless victim. Alas, poor wretch! Grief has diseas'd her wit, And but for him she were indeed forlorn. Adv. I did observe her once, 'twas near this place, And she appear'd so gaunt, and curs'd with spleen, Glan. Forbear, young man! such fancies but insult What though poor Isbel hath outliv'd your pity, Before that sear and withering of the heart. Adv. What causes think you, Sir, produce this change? Glan. Sometimes the canker of ingratitude, Gnaws out the fruitful germ of tenderness; When, as the stifling ivy climbs the tree, Barren misanthropy invests the heart; Adv. "Tis the trumpet of the judge. [a trumpet heard. He comes. Mag. On you the task to give him welcome lies. Mag. Sir, it must be here, This is th' appointed place. Why should we move? Mag. Adv. Stand back. The Judge. [Enter from one side the Judge attended. Isbel comes in at the same time from the other.] Mag. His Lordship waits for us, Sir; give him welcome, Glan. By old enactments of our ancient kings, We are commanded, on this fatal spot, In heaven's dread name to bid the judges enter, Confronting perjury that would destroy, And proving guilt when far beyond all trace, Therefore, my Lord, in Heaven's dread name we ask Jud. In Heavens dread name we do accept the trust. Isb. [aside] 'Tis he, 'tis he that did the deed of death. Jud. What is that woman, who with such a shriek Of thrilling exultation, mars the course Of our appointed high solemnity. Adv. A wretched maniac. Jud. Send her away. Glan. Retire, good Isbel, you disturb our rites, Pray thee retire, you do offend the Judge. Jud. Mag. 'Tis here, my Lord. Isb. Give me the list of all who are accus'd. It wants, it has not all! Alas, unhappy creature! Jud. I know thee now. How long shalt thou the same sad note repeat? For many a year, still as the list was given, Jud. Say, who against him brings this dreadful charge. Jud. Still must her accusation be receiv'd, It was for such as know not how to claim With legal form and advocated plea Glan. She ne'er, my Lord, suspected me before. Though charter'd law compels us to admit it. Isb. Justice, Justice, in Heaven's dread name remember Glan. It was, my Lord, a settled custom with me, Upon the annual coming of this day, Which still has been in all my life auspicious, To bear myself a small benevolence To this poor widow, as she mourning sat Here on this spot, where her lov'd husband fell; But by some lapse, some breach in my I did to-day neglect that stated duty, And for the failure she in spite accuses. remembrance, Isb. No, not for that, no, not for that, my Lord! Though by his punctual regulated kindness, I thought he had a compact made with me As sure as that which Heaven holds with the earth, On to the hall and mount the seat of Justice. Glan. O thou vindictive and ungrateful witch, |