And every step that wrung my aged feet, WERTER. If thou would'st fhew obedience to my will, (Paufing again.) Yet in this world can I e'er hope for peace? And melts tranfported in her Albert's arms- One of the three muft die-that heaven decrees- Shall Charlotte then? fhall that sweet angel form And that shall be hey'd-Werter himself shall die! This long has ftruggl'd in my wither'd brain, Who knew no pleasure but in fight of thee! Oh, when you wander thro' your long-lov'd vale, Then think of Werter ! Think how oft his fighs Have fill'd the founding woods! how oft his tears Have dew'd the weeping grafs! and if you wish To feed on forrows never tafted yet! Look-towards the church-yard that contains his bones, And fee! with pity how the evening breeze Waves the high grafs that grows upon his grave! Alas!-these thoughts recal fuch tender scenes! They quite unman me. Re-enter LEUTHROP, LEUTHROP. In tears-O heavens ! Teach me fome way to foothe my mafter's woesMy gentle mafter WERTER Whence this intrufion? LEU LEUTHROP. I have obey'd your orders, Sir. WERTER. 'Tis well (Paufing.) This night fhall clofe the fcene-the midnight watch Shall be the hour-e'er that-fhe may be seen Attend me to my chamber-and now, high heaven! Aid me with calmnefs till I meet my fate! An Apartment in Albert's Houfe. Enter CHARLOTTE. [Exeunt. CHARLOTTE. O what a fate is mine! a generous lover, E'er now refolving on a fudden death, Who long has lov'd, long watch'd my cruel heart, Enter Enter ALBERT. ALBERT. The more I think the more I am perplex'd- Can fhe be falfe !-can heav'n's own image? CHARLOTTE. Ha!-fo disturb'd-then are my fears confirm'd: I hope, my Lord, no fudden accident Delay'd your journey. ALBERT. I crave your pardon, Charlotte: It is impoffible! that angel form Would blush at frailty O my dear partner! CHARLOTTE. In tears, my Lord: What can this mean! ALBERT. ALBERT. Have I no cause to weep ? CHARLOTTE. I know of none. ALBERT. Of none! my Charlotte. CHARLOTTE. No; on my foul-if innocence ALBERT. Innocence ! CHARLOTTE. Oh! on my knees let me intreat thee, Albert, Be tortur'd with fufpenfe fpeak! quickly speak, ALBERT. Nay, do not kneel-I pri'thee leave me now- CHARLOTTE. No! kill me quite. Let me not linger in my pain-oh, Albert! Thus |