You frown again,—to show my Wrong,
Can I in gentle Language speak?
My Woes are deep, my Words are strong,—
And hear me, or my Heart will break.
MAGISTRATE.
I hear thy Words, I feel thy Pain;
Forbear awhile to speak thy Woes;
Receive our Aid, and then again,
The Story of thy Life disclose.
For, though seduc’d and led astray,
Thou’st traveil’d far and wander’d long;
Thy God hath seen thee all the way,
And all the Turns that led thee wrong.
THE
HALL OF JUSTICE.
Part the Second.
Quondam ridentes oculi, nunc fonte perenni
Deplorant pœnas nocte dieque suas.
Corn. Galli Eleg.
MAGISTRATE