Pity

Hadst thou but seen, as I did, how, at last, Thy beauties, Belvidera, like a wretch That's doom'd to banishment, came weeping forth, Whilst two young virgins, on whose arms she lean'd, Kindly look'd up, and at her grief grew sad! Ev'n the lewd rabble, that were gather'd round To see the sight, stood mute when they beheld her, Govern'd their roaring throats—and grumbled pity.