Glan. She has been always, from her tend'rest years, Jud. And if such awful things should be- My Lord Have told the names of secret'st men of blood. It is a fearful, strange coincidence, That your fair daughter should so wildly dread, In this terrific and mysterious cause, The hideous proof of visionary forms. Glan. Give you, my Lord, too, credit to the thought?— Think you that Isbel's phantasy is true? And must I cavil with a mad conceit, Bred in the chaos of a maniac's brain, Like a most strange creation? Jud. How? Glan. To fix on me this ignominious charge, Hath sprung engender'd as by miracle. The thought Jud. Have you, at any time, unbeeding heard Her pray'r for alms, slighted her helplessness, Or chided at her importunity? Glan. Never, never! This gentleman can witness, That more than all the general town beside, Has been my constant and unwearied kindness. Turn'd all the wonted sweet of gratitude, Into most bitter and injurious wrong. Glan. As stated as the dismal day return'd Jud. Why kept you the remembrance of that day? Jud. A man like many that we all have met, Whom one might fall in sudden quarrel with? Glan. He was indeed, my Lord. Jud. Do you remember His figure, and the manner of his garb? Glan. To every point of the last suit he wore. [The Judge motions Glanville to retire ] Jud. Has the accuser come? Mag. Not yet, my Lord. Jud. [upart] It is a case that doth perplex me much. Why should he hold this faithful memory? All others, save the miserable widow, Fresh and unfaded! Mag. [Enter ISBEL.] Isbel comes, my Lord. Isb. Justice, my Lord! I will not be seduc'd: Tremendous and almighty Providence Makes me in this an honor'd instrument And dare I falter in my awful function? Jud. Patience, good Isbel, moderate thy thoughts: Do you, distinctly, in all points of dress, Treads not the carpets of the regal dome. Jud. Isb. His hair was black? Yes, like the winter's cloud That rests upon a mountain, white with snow. Jud. His cap, you say, he gaily wore askance? Isb. With a free boldness, not in vanity. Jud. His cloke was purple? Isb. Why is it, my Lord, That thus with trifles so impertinent, You sting my heart to the full sense of suffering? Ascend your seat and call me to accuse. Jud. "Tis well. Come, gentlemen, let's to the hall. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A room in Glanville's house. REGINALD and ARIETTE. Reg. Refrain, dear sister, from this eager suit; Ariet. I will not stay,-I cannot rest behind. Reg. Alas! dear Ariette, so wildly wan Ariet. I can but only think of what may come, Wilt thou stay here while thy dear father stands, Take off thy hands. Release me. Why is this? You think me mad, your eyes betray you do. They that expect such sights amaze themselves, Come, brother, come. Ah me, why do you weep? Reg. Stay, unhappy, stay. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Hall of Justice. The JUDGE, MAGISTRATE, ADVOCATE, GLANVILLE, ISBEL, and SPECTATORS. Jud. With calmness now set forth the accusation. VOL. 1. No. I. C |