_Lucy._ She seemed in haste too: yet her return may bring you comfort.

_Mrs. Bev._ No, my kind girl; I was not born for't. But why do I
distress thee? Thy sympathizing heart bleeds for the ills of others.
What pity that thy mistress can't reward thee! But there's a power
above, that sees, and will remember all. Prithee, sooth me with the
song thou sung'st last night: it suits this change of fortune; and
there's a melancholy in't that pleases me.

_Lucy_. I fear it hurts you, madam. Your goodness too draws tears
from me: but I'll dry them, and obey you.

SONG.

When Damon languish'd at my feet,
And I believ'd him true,
The moments of delight how sweet!
But ah! how swift they flew!
The sunny hill, the flow'ry vale,
The garden and the grove,
Have echoed to his ardent tale,
And vows of endless love.

II.

The conquest gain'd, he left his prize,
He left her to complain;
To talk of joy with weeping eyes,
And measure time by pain.
But heav'n will take the mourner's part,