Lucy.
Frederick!
He's shot himself, and in his mother's room. Oh!
(Shrieks and faints.)
Dr. Margrave.
I'll go and see what can be done.
[Exit Margrave and the Officers.
Judge.
Lucy!
She is reviving! Quick, give me the cup.
Here, drink, my love; the water will revive you.
Nay, do not speak; be silent and be calm.
The angels, as they watch this guilty world,
See every day such sights of wretchedness
Think of the angels in that world of joy,
Where Death can never enter. Do not weep.
Ah, yes! you are a mortal and a woman,
And tears of pitying grief for other's woes
Are human offerings Heaven will ne'er reject.
Weep for Belinda's sorrow; weep for her.
Re-enter Dr. Margrave.
Dr. Margrave.
'Tis over! He has gone to his account.
Judge.