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I know thou hast loved me well—better than I deserved. If I had lived to be a man, we should never have parted.—Wilt thou live with my father and mother when I am gone?—No, no! this is not right; I do not ask it. Thou wilt find some master who is able to reward thee as thou deservest.

But I will live with them! ay, beg with them—starve with them. O, pardon me! it is not want of respect that makes me speak so.—Yes, I will serve them, for your sake, as I would serve no other master on earth, were he as rich as a prince.

This comes over my heart! My eyes are dark now;—lay me back a little. (Groans.) Be not unhappy if I groan somewhat. The pain

Alas, my dear love! art thou in great pain?

No, mother; it is killing me now, but it is not very bad. Farewell, farewell! (Dies.)