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The keen is loud, it comes again,
And oh, but the plumes of white were fair,
The keen is loud, but that voice is low,
"Oh! go not yet-not yet away,
But the tramp and the voices of life are gone,
But who is he that lingereth yet?
Oh, who but Sir Turlough, the young and brave, Should bend him o'er that bridal
grave, And to his death-bound Eva rave?
“Weep not-weep not," said a lady fair : “Should youth and valour thus despair, And pour their vows to the empty air ?"
There's charmed music
her tongue, Such beauty-bright, and warm, and youngWas never seen the maids among.
A laughing light, a tender grace,
" The maid for whom thy salt tears fall,
“My heart it strangely cleaves to thee,
Again the funeral voice came o'er
“If I to thy youthful heart am dear, One month from hence thou wilt meet me here, Where lay thy bridal Eva's bier.”
He pressed her lips as the words were spoken, And his banshee's wail-now far and broken Murmured “ Death," as he gave the token.
"Adieu! adieu !" said this lady bright, And she slowly passed like a thing of light, Or a morning cloud, from Sir Turlough's sight.
Now Sir Turlough has death in every vein,
“ Then the fatal kiss is given;—the last Of Turlough's race and name is past, His doom is sealed, his die is cast.”
“Leech, say not that thy skill is vain; Oh, calm the power of his frenzied brain, And half his lands thou shalt retain."
The leech has failed, and the hoary priest
The minstrels now are assembled all ;
And there are trophy, banner, and plume;
The month is closed, and Green Truagha's pride,
Killeevy, 0 Killeevy !
By the bonny green woods of Killeevy.
SCENE FROM VENICE PRESERVED.
[Otway's career was one of those that are constantly pointed out as a warning to others, and instanced among the many records of the improvidence of men of genius. He was born at Trotting, Sussex, in 1651, and was educated at Winchester and Oxford. He made some ineffectual attempts to become an actor, and then commenced as a writer for the stage. In 1675 his first tragedy, “Alcibiades,' was produced, followed in the next year by his “Don Carlos,” which was very successful. He then served for a short time in a cavalry regiment in Flanders, but returned to resume his favourite occupation. His tragedy of Venice Preserved”. is a model for force and feeling, combined with the deep pathos that is always associated with scenes of domestic distress when touched by a master hand. He died at a public house in Towerliill, where he had secreted himself from his creditors, and in a literally starving condition, in 1685, being then only in his 34th year.]
ACT IV. SCENE II. - The DUKE OF VENICE, PRIULI, and other
Duke. Anthony, Priuli, senators of Venice,
Fathers, these tears were useless, these sad tears
but there is cause We all should weep, tear off these purple robes, And
wrap ourselves in sackcloth, sitting down On the sad earth, and cry aloud to heav'n: Heav'n knows, if yet there be an hour to come Ere Venice be no more.
Pri. Nay, we stand Upon the very brink of gaping ruin. Within this city's form'd a dark conspiracy, To massacre us all, our wives and children, Kindred and friends; our palaces and temples To lay in ashes: nay, the hour too fix'd ; The swords, for aught I know, drawn e'en this moment, And the wild waste begun. From unknown hands I had this warning; but, if we are men, Let's not be tamely butcher'd, but do something That may
inform the world, in after ages, Our virtue was not ruin'd, though we were.
[A noise without. Capt. Room, room, make room for some prisoners.
[Without. Duke. Give 'em entrance.
Enter JAFFIER, and CAPTAIN OF THE GUARDS.
Jaf. A villain!
Duke. 'Tis rumour'd, that a plot has been contrivd
Jaf. Think not that I to save my life came hither; I know its value better; but in pity To all those wretches whose unhappy dooms Are fix'd and seald. You see me here before you, The sworn and covenanted foe of Venice :