And quite restored thee to thy former peace.
Oh! 'tis a weakness to be ever thus!
Look up my friend-'tis Albert fpeaks-

WERTER.

Albert!

The laft on earth I would intrude on thus:
O Albert, do I merit this from thee?
Am I not most unworthy of thy friendship?

ALBERT.

Unworthy!-Now by yon heaven I swear,
There's not an action, (unallied to fin,)
However dangerous, however painful,
But I would willingly attempt for Werter!

WERTER (taking Albert by the hand.)
Then, Albert, hear !-and O ye powers above!
That ever blast the wishes of my foul,

For once be merciful, and grant my pray'r !
Let anguish, forrow, and defpair combine,

To form in unifon one perfect wretch !

And let that wretch be Werter!-but, gracious heaven,

Let all the curfes that are lavish'd here

Be doubled in thy mercies-blefings there.

Let pureft pleasure, let perpetual peace,
Eternal happiness, and conftant love,
Attend him even to the hour of fate!

But long avert that hour!-he deferves it all

I can no more-my spirits weaken fast-
I prithee bear me hence.-

ALBERT.

Bear on my arm.

A little quiet will reftore thy ftrength-
Thou shall reft here to-night.

WERTER.

I thank thee much

But I have business that compels me hence:
Yes; I have that which cannot be delay'd.

ALBERT.

Nay figh not, Werter-you will be foon at peace.

WERTER.

Yes, Albert! very foon!-I would be gone

ALBERT.

Nay, fay no more-bear up, my friend-bear up-
Time will reftore you to your wonted peace.

END OF ACT THE SECOND.

[Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I.-Werter's Apartment.

Enter WERTER and LEUTHROP.

WERTER (giving Leuthrop letters).

These to my mother-for Sebaftian thefe-
Get them convey'd, and meet me here again,
And mark me-that I prevail'd upon my friend
Not to depart from Manheim till to-night,
Must be divulg❜d to none.

Then, time, I muft no longer trifle with thee

Something must be done-and that moft quickly

Oh!

Oh! 'tis an awful

Moment! and I muft ufe it like a man

Away, and leave me.

LEUTHROP.

His diforder'd fpeech,

And the wild fury in his looks, foretel

Some new misfortune-I will not leave him.

WERTER (paufing).

[Goes up the stage.

Death is the common medicine for woe

The peaceful haven, which the shatter'd bark
In tempeft ever seeks.-

Then why delay?-Why yet thefe doubtful fears?
Oh! tis the mind that fhudders at the thought
Of dark uncertainty !

LEUTHROP (coming forward.)

O Sir, forgive the ardour of your flave,
Who rudely thus intrudes-but much I fear
Some new affliction wounds my mafter's peace,
Which I perhaps can leffen or avert.

WERTER.

Away! Away!

LEUTHROP.

O, do but try me, Sir!

I would walk barefoot o'er the boundless world,

And