_Enter_ TORRISMOND, LEONORA, BERTRAN, RAYMOND, TERESA, &c. _Tor._ He lives! he lives! my royal father lives! Let every one partake the general joy. Some angel with a golden trumpet sound, King Sancho lives! and let the echoing skies From pole to pole resound, king Sancho lives!-- Bertran, oh! no more my foe, but brother; One act like this blots out a thousand crimes. _Bert._ Bad men, when 'tis their interest, may do good. I must confess, I counselled Sancho's murder; And urged the queen by specious arguments: But, still suspecting that her love was changed, I spread abroad the rumour of his death, To sound the very soul of her designs. The event, you know, was answering to my fears; She threw the odium of the fact on me, And publicly avowed her love to you. _Raym._ Heaven guided all, to save the innocent. _Bert._ I plead no merit, but a bare forgiveness. _Tor._ Not only that, but favour. Sancho's life, Whether by virtue or design preserved, Claims all within my power. _Leo._ My prayers are heard; And I have nothing farther to desire, But Sancho's leave to authorise our marriage. _Tor._ Oh! fear not him! pity and he are one; So merciful a king did never live; Loth to revenge, and easy to forgive. But let the bold conspirator beware, For heaven makes princes its peculiar care. [_Exeunt._ Footnotes: 1. Alluding to the common superstition, that the continuance of the favours of fairies depends upon the receiver's secrecy:--"This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so: up with it, keep it close; home, home, the nearest way. We are lucky, boy, and, to be so still, requires nothing but secrecy;" _Winter's Tale._ 2. A red cross, with the words, "Lord have mercy upon us," was placed, during the great plague, upon the houses visited by the disease. EPILOGUE. BY A FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR'S.