[Weeping.
Honnyman.
Ah! but regard our Children's Preservation:
Conduct their Youth, and form their Minds to Virtue;
Nor let them know their Father's wretched End,
Lest lawless Vengeance should betray them too.
Mrs. Honnyman.
If I must live, I must retire from hence,
Nor see your fearful Agonies in Death;
This would be more than all the Train of Torments.
The horrid Sight would sink me to the Dust;
These helpless Infants would become a Prey
To worse than Beasts, to savage, bloody Men.
Honnyman.
Leave me—They are prepar'd, and coming on—
Heav'n save you all! Oh, 'tis the last dear Sight!
Mrs. Honnyman.
Oh, may we meet where Fear and Grief are banish'd!
Dearest of Men, adieu—Adieu till then.
[Exit, weeping with her children.