ODOARDO. Plucked a rose, before its leaves were scattered by the storm.-Was it not so, my daughter? EMILIA. Not thou, my father-I myself-myself ODOARDO. Not thou, my daughter;-not thou !-Go not with an untruth out of the world. Not thou, my daughter! Thy father, thy unhappy father! EMILIA. Ah-my father-(she dies, and he lays her softly upon the ground.) ODOARDO. Thou to thy rest! -See there, Prince! does she please you still ! Does she still excite in you desire? Still, even in this blood that shouts revenge against you? (after a pause) But you marvel whither all this tends? You expect doubtless that I shall turn this steel against myself, and complete my deed as a base tragedy?-You are mistaken. Here! (casting the dagger before his feet) Here lies the bloody witness of my crime! I go and deliver myself up into confinement. I go and expect you, as judge-And then, then-I await you in the presence of the Judge of all! PRINCE (to Marinelli, after a long silence, during which he gazes on the body with dismay and doubt) Here, raise it up.Now, dost thou pause?-Miserable villain!-(tearing the dagger out of his hand.) No, with this blood shall thine not be mixed.Go, hide thyself for all eternity!—Go, I say.—God! God!—Is it to the misery of so many, not enough that princes should be human? must even devils too disguise themselves within their friend? The End. INDEX. The articles marked are contributions from strangers; the rest are all written by Spirit of the Ice, the ........................................................ 494 V Spirit's First Lesson, the........................ 205 Vanity of Greatness, the Spring, to the 158 -, the Raindrop of............... 201 Sympathy required for the Study of His- 380 492 Wit Distinguished from Poetry....... 468 Words 87 177 Y J END OF VOL. II. R. CLAY, PRINTER, BREAD STREET HILL. |