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ACT III. SCENE I.
A Prison.
Enter Osmyn alone, with a Paper.
Osm.
BUT now, and I was clos'd within the Tomb
That holds my Father's Ashes; and but now,
Where he was Pris'ner I am too imprison'd.
Sure 'tis the Hand of Heav'n that leads me thus,
And for some Purpose points out these Remembrances.
In a dark Corner of my Cell I found
This Paper, what it is this Light will show.
It is his-Hand; this was his Pray'r—yet more:Reading.If my Alphonso—Ha! If my Alphonso live, restore him, Heav'n; Give me more Weight, crush my declining Years With Bolts, with Chains, Imprisonment and Want; But bless my Son, visit not him for me.
'Tis wanting what should follow—Heav'n shou'd follow, But 'tis torn off—Why shou'd that Word alone Be torn from his Petition? 'Twas to Heav'n, But Heav'n was deaf, Heav'n heard him not; but thus, Thus as the Name of Heav'n from this is torn, So did it tear the Ears of Mercy fromReading.Let ev'ry Hair, which Sorrow by the Roots Tears from my hoary and devoted Head, Be doubled in thy Mercies to my Son: Not for my self, but him, hear me, All-gracious—