Hide him from heaven, the world, and from himself! Here let him fall forfaken and forgot, And sigh in solitude his life away! [Throws himself on the ground Enter SEBASTIAN and LEUTHROP. SEBASTIAN. I fear the generous Albert has prevail'd, WERTER. Away, I'll perish here. SEBASTIAN Look up my friend !-thy lov'd Sebaftian calls; WERTER(Starting up.) Who talks of peace? 'Tis not to be found !-The Cherub fits on high, And there will vanith!-Rather, thou like me, Thy hungry foul, and leave it nothing wanting! SEBASTIAN. Oh, heaven! the thought of leaving all his foul holds dear, Has, for a while, depriv'd him of his fenfes : We must delude him hence. WIRTIR. Look, look, and read; Tis fate's dire volume! and on the bloody page, Hark, how thy yell!--and now they pull-they tear (falls on Leuthrop, and is fupported off.) END OF THE SECOND ACT, [Exeunt ACT ACT III. SCENE III. A grand Apartment in ALBERT's Houfe. ALBERT difcovered among ft_his Friends. ALBERT. MOST welcome all!-O this kind friendly fight Į Doubles the pleasures of the bridal day, And gives to Albert pureft happiness ! But not alone to him-all, all shall share it She fhines with equal luftre upon all ; Warms each cold heart, and chears each languid foul; This day has made her mine and for that gift It fhall be chronicl'd most facred here ! But wherefore comes the not ? Enter LAURA: ALBERT. My gentle Laura Where is the truant bride ? LAURA: Alas! my Lord, I left her mufing on the haplefs tale Thy kindness had conceal'd-But now she heard ALBERT. Then could I fhare her grief! For fill I hop'd wishes would prevail. Enter 32 Enter CHARLOTTE. ALBERT. My lovely partner CHARLOTTE. Pardon, my Lord, This long neglect, but. ALBERT. Nay, name it not Thefe friends are come to mingle in the general joy, And fhare your Albert's blifs. CHARLOTTE. They are most welcome. ALBERT. Now would the measure of my joys be full, CHARLOTTE. If thy Charlotte's peace, Or that her happiness be worth a thought, ALBERT (to Charlotte, obferving her fadỳ. Mufic was won't to elevate your foul, And double every joy 1-why has it lost its charms CHARLOTTE. Oh, it recalls paft actions of my life! ALBERT. Nay, it is not kind, Thus to be mourning on the happy day CHARLOTTE. Twas but a fudden weaknefs of the foul, That made thee mine.-No, by you powers above To be the miftrefs of a monarch's love! ALBERT. And I would rather of thy gifts partake (A fervant enters and whispers Albert ALBERT. We will attend-my friends We're fummon'd to partake the feast-lead on- And general pleasure crown this feftive hour. [Exeunt. Flourish of music, |