Do not oppose my wifh-for you well know We meet with prudence, or we meet no more! 33 (Here they both rife. WERTER. 'Tis well-'tis very well! CHARLOTTE. Honour incites The fix'd refolve !-Heavens relieve me now! Some fmother'd paffion ftruggles in thy breast: Speak WERTER. I dare not. CHARLOTTE. Oh fpeak, in mercy fpeak. (Bell tolls. 'Tis Walheim abbey bell That tolls for fome poor wandering pilgrim's death! WERTER. Death-ha! did'ft thou fay death!-Lo! where he ftalks! Hence, thou pale warrior, hence, (Takes Charlotte by the band. You shall not, cannot part us! Alas! where am I?-Ah, my brain is turn'd! Pity me, Charlotte, pity me! I am The verieft wretch alive! CHARLOTTE. Alas! my Werter! WERTER. Oh! forgive me; the raging tumult's o'er, In reading Offian-may we not read again? II CHAR CHARLOTTE.. Here is your own tranflation of his fongs. (Here they feat themselves. WERTER. O Charlotte, what ravages hard time has made Alas! the leaf 's turn'd down Where hopeless Armin mourns his murder'd child! WERTER (reads). "Alone on the fea beat rock my daughter was "heard to complain-frequent and loud were "her cries, nor could her father relieve her. "All night I ftood on the fhore-I faw her by "the faint beam of the moon, and before morning "appear'd, her voice was weak-It died away, like "the evening breeze amongst the grafs of the rocks "-fpent with grief fhe expired, and left thee, "Armin-alone!" (Here Werter throws down the book, feizes Charlotte's band, and weeps o'er it-fhe leans on ber other arm, holding her bandkerchief to her eyesthey are both in the utmost agitation.-In this unhappy story they feel their own misfortunes.At length Charlotte fays, "Go on." WERTER, (reads.) "Why doft thou awake me, O gale!-It "feems to fay I am cover'd with the drops of "heaven--The time of my fading-is near, " and the blast-that fhall fcatter my leaves" to-morrow-fhall the traveller come-He that "faw me in my beauty-fhall come-His eyes "fhall fearch the field-But-they will not"find me!" (Thefe words fall like a stroke of thunder on the heart of the unfortunate Werter! in defpair he throws CHARLOTTE (Starting from the couch.) WERTER. (Falling on him.) I will not lofe thee Thus let me ever clasp thee to my heart. Here they lofe fight of every thing, and the whole world disappears before them.-He clafps her in his arms, and strains her to his bofom. CHARLOT ГЕ. Werter! (with a faint voice) Werter! (gently pufking him away) Werter! (with a firm voice of virtue) This is the laft time-we never-nevermeet again! [Exit. WERTER, WERTER, (folus.) Now art thou satisfied, indignant fate ! Is not thy vengeance glutted now?—Then look, Once more come forth and foften me to calmness! (Throws himself on a couch.) Enter ALBERt. ALBERT. The night and ceafelefs fury of the storm And ever will!-Welcome again to Walheim. WERTER (not looking up) Away-away-and leave me to my forrows. ALBERT. Still on affliction, Werter-I hop'd e'er this |