Keep thine eye fix'd-let it not wink-Look on! [Exeunt, struggling, Li Enter (R.) NUMITORIUS, ICILIUS LUCIUS, Guard and Soldier. Num. Not here! Luc. Is this the dungeon? Appius is not here, Nor yet Virginius. You have sure mistaken. Guard. This is the dungeon-Here Virginius entered. The deed that robb'd him of the daughter's charms- Num. Come on! Protect him, gods, or pardon me [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Another Dungeon.-Virginius discovered on one knee, with Appius lying dead before him. Enter NUMITORIUS, ICILIUS, with the Urn of VIRGINIA, and LUCIUS. Num. What's here? Virginius! with the tyrant prostrate and dead! Luc. His senses are benumb'd; there is no audit to his mind, by which our words can reach it. Help to raise him the motion may recal perception. Num. His eye is not so deathlike fix'd: it moves a little. Luc. Speak to him, Numitorius: he knows your voice the best. Num. Virginius! Luc. I think he hears you; speak again. Num. Virginius! Vir. Ah! [Virginius rises and comes forward, supported by Numitorius and Lucius. Luc. That sigh has burst the spell which held him. Vir. Lighter! lighter! My heart is ten times lighter! What a load it has heav'd off! had done it. Num. Virginius! Where is he? I thought I Vir. Well, who are you? What do you want? I'll answer what I've done. Num. Do you know me, brother? Speak, Icilius; try if he knows you. Icil. (R.) Virginius ! Num. Try again. Icil. Virginius! Vir. [Sinking.] That voice-that voice-I know that voice! It minds me of a voice was coupled with it, Remember'd! [Icilius places the Urn in his right hand. THE END. DISPOSITION OF THE CHARACTERS AT THE FALL OF THE CURTAIN. Virginius looks alternately at Icilius and the Urn—looks at Numitorius and Lucius-seems particularly struck by his mourning-looks at the Urn again—bursts into a passion of tears, and exclaims, “ Virginia"-Falls on Icilius's neck. Curtain drops. R.] [L. PROLOGUE, Written by J. H. Reynolds, Esq. and spoken by Miss Booth. [Speaking behind.] NAY, Mr. Fawcett, give me leave, I pray : The audience wait, and I must have my way. What! curb a woman's tongue !-As I'm alive, [Enters. Oh! could you gaze, as I am gazing now, A third can sing--a fourth can touch your tears- To-night, no idle nondescript lays waste Nor doth a crowned poet of the age EPILOGUE, Written by Barry Cornwall, Esq. and spoken by Miss Brunton. LEAVING the common path, which many tread, Those thoughts of her, which fill and teach the heart? But Pity, like the sun-light, bright and warm, Comes mix'd with showers; and, fading, leaves behind A beauty and a blossom on the mind. We do not strain to show that "thus it grows," And hence we learn" what every body knows: We paint a villain in his purple pride; And tearing down a pow'r, that grew too bold, The heart wantons not, nor wears away love too perfect for decay. But whatsne'er we do, we will not shame Of gria and mimicry (a loathsome task!) Or strip the great Muse of her mighty mask, And hoot her from her throne of tears and sighs, No let her life be long, her reign supreme- Dwell then upon our tale; and bear along With you, deep thoughts-of love-of bitter wrong |