WER TER; A TRAGEDY. ACT I. SCENE I.-CHARLOTTE's Apartment. Enter CHARLOTTE and LAURA. CHARLOTTE (reading a letter). ALBERT How will his hopes be dafh'd, then, when he finds One night, one fatal night, has quite eras'd. LAURA. LAURA. Banish these thoughts-they ferve but to enhance CHARLOTTE. Talk not of love, it has deftroy'd my peace: LAURA. Think not of Werter-'Twas thy folemn vow CHARLOTTE. And I'll maintain that vow; Think'ft thou that honour will defcend to kneel To pay that debt the generous Albert claims. Enter Enter WERTER. WERTER. My better angel!-Oh! at fight of thee, CHARLOTTE. O, Werter! WERTER. What means my Charlotte? CHARLOTTE. Alas! my Werter, There, in that letter, read thy hopeless fate. WERTER, (having read the letter.) Albert return to night!-Then am I curft indeed. CHARLOTTE. Wou'd I could footh the anguifh of thy foul; Still thou art fomewhat bleft! for even now- WERTER. Generous Charlotte !-but oh! what needed this? CHARLOTTE. No, Werter; 'Tis Charlotte only that has made thee thusShe is the origin of all thy woes! WERTER. Perish the thought!-I am myfelf the caufe, CHARLOTTE. O fhun me! fly me! I am a fyren fatal to behold, And ruin thofe I ever fhould protect. WERTER. Tell me delufion lurks beneath thy files; And |