A TRAGEDY.
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Such as the manliest men in their cross'd lives
Are sometimes forc'd to shed,
SEBASTIAN.
COUNT ZATERLOO.
He was reserv'd; but that part of his story,
Which I from sure authority have learnt,
I still thro' broken words could shrewdly read,
Altho' he nam'd it not.
BERNARD.
COUNT ZATERLOO.
Suff'ring such wrongs as Hubert's artful baseness
Has put upon him, he will scruple long,
Thus circumstanc'd, to join his arm with ours
In murd'ring the rich villain?
BERNARD (looking at Sebastian, who shrinks back).
Still makes Sebastian, like a squeamish dame,
Shrink and look lily-fac'd. To shoot a man
As one in battle shoots a fronted foe;
As from the tavern's broil, in measur'd field,
One shoots a friend, is nought:—but that word murder—