450 CLAVIGO : A TRAGEDY. 



then close thy eyes for ever. See how I have consecrated thy grave with 

 the blood of thy murderer ! Beautiful ! Glorious ! 



Enter Sophia. 



Sop. Brother! O God! what is this? 



Beau. Come nearer, love, and see ; I hoped to have strewed her bridal 

 bed with roses ; behold the roses I have adorned her with on her way to 

 heaven. 



Sop. We are lost ! 



Clav. Save yourself, inconsiderate youth ! Save yourself ere the day 

 breaks. God, who sent you for an avenger, protect you. Sophia forgive 

 me. Brother friends, forgive me. 



Beau. How his gushing blood extinguishes the burning vengeance in 

 my heart ! how my rage expires with his departing life ! (Goes up to him 

 relentingly.') Die, I forgive you ! 



Clav. Your hand! and your's, Sophia ! and your's ! (Buenco, lingering. ) 



Sop. Give it him, Buenco. 



Clav. I thank you; you are the same as ever. I thank you ; and if thou 

 still hoverest here, spirit of my beloved, look down behold this angelic 

 kindness ; bestow thy blessing on it, and forgive me also ! I come ! I 

 come! Save yourself, brother ! Tell me, did she forgive me? How died 

 she? 



Sop. Her last word was your unfortunate name ! She departed without 

 one farewell. 



Clav. I will follow her, and give her yours. , 

 Enter Carlos and a Servant. 



Car. Clavigo! murder! 



Clav. Hear me, Carlos! You see here the victim of your prudence; and 

 now, for the sake of the blood in which my life is fast flowing out, save my 

 brother ! 



Car. My friend ! You stand there? Run for a surgeon. (Exit Servant.) 



Clav. It is in vain. Save save my unhappy brother ! Your hand upon 

 it. They have forgiven me, and I forgive you. Accompany him to the 

 boundaries, and Ah ! 



Car. (Stamping with his foot.) Clavigo ! Clavigo ! 



Clav. (Making an effort to approach the coffin, upon which they place him) 

 Maria, thy hand ! (He unfolds her hands, and takes her right hand.) 



Sop. Away ! my unhappy brother, away ! 



Clav. I have her hand ! her clay-cold hand ! Thou art mine and 

 now this bridegroom's kiss. Ah ! 



Sop. He is dying. Save yourself, brother ! (Beaumarchais falls upon 

 Sophia's neck; she embraces him, at the same time motioning him away.) 



A. T. 



