_Mrs. H._ Oh! spare me! My conscience never martyrs me so horribly, as when I catch my base thoughts in search of an excuse! No, nothing can palliate my guilt; and the only just consolation left me, is, to acquit the man I wronged, and own I erred without a cause of fair complaint. _Countess._ And this is the mark of true repentance. Alas! my friend, when superior sense, recommended too by superior charms of person, assail a young, though wedded-- _Mrs. H._ Ah! not even that mean excuse is left me. In all that merits admiration, respect, and love, he was far, far beneath my husband. But to attempt to account for my strange infatuation--I cannot bear it. I thought my husband's manner grew colder to me. 'Tis true I knew, that his expenses, and his confidence in deceitful friends, had embarrassed his means, and clouded his spirits; yet I thought he denied me pleasures and amusements still within our reach. My vanity was mortified! My confidence not courted. The serpent tongue of my seducer promised every thing. But never could such arguments avail, till, assisted by forged letters, and the treachery of a servant, whom I most confided in, he fixed my belief that my lord was false, and that all the coldness I complained of was disgust to me, and love for another; all his home retrenchments but the means of satisfying a rival's luxury. Maddened with this conviction, (conviction it was, for artifice was most ingenious in its proof,) I left my children--father--husband--to follow--a villain. _Countess._ But, with such a heart, my friend could not remain long in her delusion? _Mrs. H._ Long enough to make sufficient penitence impossible. 'Tis true that in a few weeks the delirium was at an end. Oh, what were my sensations when the mist dispersed before my eyes? I called for my husband, but in vain!--I listened for the prattle of my children, but in vain! _Countess._ [_Embracing her._] Here, here, on this bosom only shall your future tears be shed; and may I, dear sufferer, make you again familiar with hope! _Mrs. H._ Oh! impossible! _Countess._ Have you never heard of your children? _Mrs. H._ Never. _Countess._ We must endeavour to gain some account of them. We must--Hold! my husband and my brother! Oh, my poor brother! I had quite forgotten him. Quick, dear Mrs. Haller, wipe your eyes. Let us meet them. _Mrs. H._ Madam, I'll follow. Allow me a moment to compose myself.--[_Exit COUNTESS._] I pause!--Oh! yes--to compose myself! [_Ironically._] She little thinks it is but to gain one solitary moment to vent my soul's remorse. Once the purpose of my unsettled mind was self-destruction; Heaven knows how I have sued for hope and resignation. I did trust my prayers were heard--Oh! spare me further trial! I feel, I feel, my heart and brain can bear no more. [_Exit._ ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I. _The Skirts of the Park, Lodge, &c. as before.--A Table, spread with Fruits, &c._