Yes, the proud Mahalah who spurned thy virtues, And despised thy tears. An humble suppliant now Implores thy succour and forgiving love, If stern revenge is harbored in thy breast Our mighty woes will drive the demon hence And thou wilt own our crimes are fully punished More full than bitterest enemies could wish. Then, oh forgive the many wrongs I did thee And give repentant enemies a shelter. (BETHULAH _during this speech looks with an air of stern incredulity, then turns to hide her emotions_.) TIRZAH. If gentle pity ever touched thy bosom If soft humanity e’er sway’d thy mind Let their soft whispers move thy soul to pardon Look on thy child whose years agree with mine If thou hast felt a mother’s joyful pride To see her virtues far exceed thy hopes Then fear’d those virtues might be early blasted By dire misfortune or unfeeling foes Deaf to the voice of innocence and age Ah then with mercy greet that wretched mourner (_Kneeling_,) Oh, for my sake who never injured thee Forgive the many wrongs which thou hast suffer’d And snatch repentant enemies from want. BETHULAH. Arise sweet maid, I do forgive thy parents Tho’ they have driven me far from friends and country An exile mid a savage heathen race Yet we should forgive, as we hope to be forgiven. TIRZAH. A thousand blessings crown the generous deed. BETHULAH. No not a generous deed. I let thee kneel Solicit pardon, tho’ your penitence Spoke in each feature and implored forgiveness I should have met thee with a friends embrace And gave a pardon e’er thou hadst time to ask it. Elizabeth embrace thy new found cousin And make her welcome as a friend and sister. ELIZABETH. Dear sister of my soul, I feel I love thee And that this love will increase with waning time. BETHULAH. Sister why are thine eyes bent on the earth Does dark distrust still lurk within thy breast Tho’ thou hads’t been tenfold more cruel to me Thy penitence would claim my full forgiveness Accept my friendship and dismiss thy fears. MAHALAH. Remorse and not distrust has chained my tongue Oh when to me thou fled’st for friendly succour I scorn’d thy merit and thy grief derided But Heaven’s just wrath avenged thy injuries And brought our pride to moulder in the dust BETHULAH.