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Would he pluck out his eye to give it me? Thrives underneath my hand in misery.
Tear out his heart?-She was his heart no more He's gone to think; that is, to be distracted.
Nor was it with reluctance he resigned her! Isa. I overheard your conference, and saw you,
By Heaven, he asked, he courted me to wed. To my amazement, tear the letter.
I thought it strange; 'tis now no longer so. Zan. There,
Zan. Was it his request ? Are you right sure There, Isabella, I out-did myself.
of that?

For tearing it, I not secure it only
I fear the letter was not all a tale.

In its first force; but superadd a new, dlon. A tale! There's proof equivalent to For who can now the character examine, sight.

To cause a doubt, much less detect the fraud ? Zan. I should distrust my sight on this occa- And after tearing it, as loth to shew sion.

The foul contents, if I should swear it now Alon. And so should I; by IIcaven, I think I | A forgery, my lord would disbelieve me; should.

Nay, more, would disbelieve the more I swore. What! Leovora, the divine, by whoin

But is the picture happily disposed of? We guessed at angels! Oh! I'in all confusion. Isa. It is. Zan. You now are too much ruiled to think Zun. That's well-Ah! what is well? O pang clearly.

to think! Since bliss and horror, life and death hang on it, o dire necessity ! is this my provinco? Go to your chamber, there maturely weigh Whither, iny soul! ah! whither art thou sunk Hach circumstavce; consider, abore all, Beneath thy sphere? 'Ere while, far, far above That it is jealousy's peculiar nature

Such little arts, dissembling, falsehoods, frauds, To swell small things to great; nay, out of nought. The trash of villany itself, which falls To conjure much, and then to lose its reason To cowards, and poor wretches wanting bread. Amid the hideous phantoins it has formed. Does this become a soldier? This become Alon. Had I ten thousand lives, I'd give them Whoin arınies followed, and a people loved ?

My martial glory withers at the thought. To be deceived. I fear 'tis doomsday with me. But great my end; and since there are no other, And yet she seemed so pure, that I thought Hea- lhese means are just; they shine with borrowed

light, Borrowed her form for virtue's self to wear,

Illustrious from the purpose they pursue. To gain her lovers with the sons of men.

And greater sure iny merit, who, to gain 0. Leonora ! Leonora !

[Erit. A point subliine, can such a task sustain;

To wade through ways obscene, my honour bend, Enter IsaBELLA.

And shock my nature, to atrain my end. Zan. Thus far it works auspiciously. My pa- Late time shall wonder; that my joys will raise; tient

For wouder is involuntary praise, [Ereunt,

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Enter Don Alonzo and Zanga.
Alon. Ou, what a pain to think! when every

Perplexing thought, in intricacies runs,
And reason knits the inextricable toil,
In which herself is taken ! I am lost,
Poor insect that I am; I am involved,
And buried in the web myself have wrought !
One argument is balanced by another,
And reason reason meets in doubtful fight,
And proofs are countermined by equal proofs.
No more I'll bear this battle of the mind,
This inward anarchy; but find my wife,
And to her trembling heart presenting death,
Force all the secret from her.

Zan. (), forbear!
You totter on the very brink of ruin,

Alon. What dost thou mean?
Zan. That will discover all,
Vol. I.

And kill my hopes. What can I think or do?

(Aside. Alon. What dost thou niurmur?

Zun. Force the secret from her!
What's perjury to such a crime as this?
Will she confess it then? O, groundless hope !
But rest assured, she'll make this accusation,
Or false or true, your ruin with the king;
Such is her father's power.

Alon. No more, I care not;
Rather than groan beneath this load, I'll die.
Zan. But for what better will you change this

Grant you should know it, would not that be

worse? Alon. No; it would cure me of my mortal

pangs :
By hatred and contempt I should despise her,
And all my love-bred agonies would vanish.

Zan. Ah! were I sure of that, my lord-
Alon. What then?

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2rn. You should not hazard life to gain the Leon. How good in you, my lord, whom nasecret.

tions' cares Alon. What dost thou mean? Thou know'st Solicit, and a world in arms obeys, I'm on the rack.

To drop one thought on me! I'll not be played with; speak, if thou hast aught,

[He shews the utmost impatience. Or I this instant fly to Leonora.

Alon. Dost thou then prize it? Zan. That is, to death. My lord, I am not yet Leon. Do you then ask it? Quite so far gone in guilt to suffer it,

Alon. Know then, to thy comfort, Though gone too far, Heaven knows— 'Tis I am Thou hast me all, my throbbing heart is full guilty –

With thee alone; I have thought of nothing else; I have took pains, as you, I know, observed, Nor shall, 1 from my soul believe, till death. To hinder you from diving in the secret, My life, our friends expect thee. And turned aside your thoughts from the detec- Leon. I obey.

[Erit, tion.

Alon. Is that the face of cursed hypocrisy? Alon. Thou dost confound me!

If she is guilty, stars are made of darkness, Zan, I confound inyself,

And beauty shall no more belong to HeavenAnd frankly own it, though to my shame I own Don Carlos did return at dead of nightit;

Proceed, gond Zanga; so thy tale began. Nought but your life in danger could have torn Zan. Don Carlos did return at dead of night; The secret out, and made me own my crime. That night, by chance (ill chance for me) did I Alon. Speak quickly; Zanga, speak.

Command the watch that guards the palace gate. Zan, Ņot yet, dread sir :

He told me he had letters for the king,
First, I must be assured, that if you find Dispatched from you.
The fair one guilty, scorn, as you assured me, Alon. The villain lied !
Shall conquer love and rage, and heal your soul. Zan. My lord,
Alon. Oh! 'twill, by Heaven!

I I pray, forbear Transported at his sight, Zan. Alas! I fear it much,

After so long a bondage, and your friend, And scarce can hope so far; but I of this (Who could suspect him of an artifice ?) Exact your solemn oath, that you'll abstain No farther I enquired, but let him pass, From all self-violence, and save my lord. False to my trust, at least imprudent in it. Alon. I trebly swear.

Our watch relieved, I went into the garden, Zan. You'll bear it like a man?

As is my custom, when the night's serene, Alon. A god.

And took a moon-light walk : when spon I heard Zan. Such have you been to me; these tears A rustling in an arbour that was near me. confess it,

I saw two lovers in each other's arms, And poured forth miracles of kindness on me : Embracing and embraced. Anon the man And what amends is now within my power, Arose, and, falling back some paces from her, But to confess, expose myself to justice, Gazed ardently awhile, then rushed at once, And, as a blessing, claim my punishment? And throwing all himself into her bosom, Know, then, Don Carlos

There softly sighed— Oh, night of ecstacy ! Alon. Oh!

When shall we meet again?'-Don Carlos, then, Zan. You cannot bear it.

Led Leonora forth. Alon. Go on, I'll have it, though it blast man- Alon. Oh, Oh my heart ! kind;

[He sinks into a chair. I'll have it all, and instantly. Go on.

Zan. Groan on, and with the sound refresh Zan. Don Carlos did return at dead of night,

'Tis through his heart; his knees smite one another: Enter LEONORA.

'Tis through his brain; his eye-balls roll in anLeon. My lord Alonzo, you are absent from us, guish.

(Aside. And quite undo our joy.

My lord, my lord, why do ye rack my soul? Alon. I'll come, my love :

Speak to me, let me know that you still live. Be not our friends deserted by us both; Do not you know me, sir? Pray, look upon me; I'll follow you this moment.

You think too deeply—I am your own Zanga, Leon. Ny good lord,

So loved, so cherished, and so faithful to you. I do observe severity of thought

Why start you in such fury? Nay, my lord, Upon your brow. . Aught hear you from the For Heaven's sake sheath your sword! What Moors?

can this mean? Alon. No, my delight.

Fool that I was, to trust you with the secret, Leon. What then employed your mind? And you unkind to break your word with me. Alon. Thou, love, and only thou; so Heaven Oh, passion for a woman! -On the ground ! befriend me,

Where is your boasted courage? Where your As other thought can find no entrance here.


my soul!

And prudent rage, that was to cure your grief, Alas my head turns round, and my limŲs fail And chase your love-bred agonies away?

me! Rise, sir, for honour's sake. Why should the Zan. My lord ! Moors,

Alon. Oh, villain, villain, most accurst! Why should the vanquished triumph?

If thou didst know it, why didst let me wed? Ilon. Would to Heaven

Zan. Hear me, my lord, your anger will abate. That I were lower still! Oh, she was all! I knew it not :- I saw them in the garden; My fame, my friendship, and my love of arms, But saw no more than you might well expect All stoop to her; my blood was her possession. To see in lovers destined for each other, Deep in the secret foldings of

my heart

By Heaven I thought their meeting innocent. She lived with life, and far the dearer she. Who could suspect fair Leonora's virtue, But-and no more-set nature on a blaze; Till after-proots conspired to blacken it? Give her a fit of jealousy-away

Sad proofs, which came too late, which broké not To think on't-is the torment of the damned,

out, And not to think on't is impossible.

(Eternal curses on Alvarez' haste !) How fair the cheek that first alarmed my soul ! Till holy rites had made the wanton yours; How bright the eye that set it on a flame! And then, I own, I laboured to conceal it, How soft the breast on which I laid my peace

In duty and compassion to your peace. For years to slumber, unawaked by care !

Alon. Live now, be damned hereafter--for I
How fierce the transport ! how sublime the bliss ! want thee-
How deep, how black, the horror and despair ! Oh, night of ecstacy !-Ha! was't not so?

Zan. You said you would bear it like a man. I will enjoy this murder.-Let me think-
Alon. I do.

The jasmine bower—'tis secret and remote : Am I not most distracted?

Go wait me there, and take thy dagger with thee. Zan. Pray, be calm.

[Erit Zunga. Alon. As hurricanes: be thou assured of that. How the sweet sound still sings within my ear! Zan. Is this the wise Alonzo?

When shall we meet again ?-To-night, in hell! Alon. Villain, no! He died in the arbour-he was murdered there!

As he is going, enter Leonora, I am his dæmon though My wife !--my Ha! I'm surprised! I stagger at her charms ! wife!

Oh, angel-devil!--Shall I stab her now? Zan. Alas! he weeps.

No-It shall be as I at first determined. Alon. Go, dig her grave !

To kill her now, were halt my vengeance lost. Zan. My lord!

Then must I now dissemble---if I can. Alon. But that her blood's too hot, I would Leon. My lord, excuse nre ; sec, a second time carouse it

I come in embassy from all your friends, Around my bridal board !

Whose joys are languid, uninspired by you. Zan. And I would pledge thee. [ Aside. Alon. This moment, Leonora, I was coming Alon. But I may talk too fast. Pray, let me To thee; and all but sure, or I mistake, think,

Or thou canst well inspiré my friends with joy. And reason mildly. Wedded and undonc Leon. Why sighs my lord? Before one night descends! Oh, hasty evil ! Alon. I sighed not, Leonora. What friend to comfort me in my extreme ! Leon. I thought you did; your sighs are mine, Where's Carlos? Why is Carlos absent from me? Does he know what has happened ?

And I shall feel them all. Zan. My good lord !

Alon. Dost Aatter me?
Alon. O, depth of horror! He!-My bosom Leon. If my regards for you are fattery,
friend !

Full far indeed I stretched the coinpliment
Zon. Alas, compose yourself, my lord. In this day's solemn rite.
Alon. To death !

Alon. What rite?
Gaze on her with both eyes so ardently!

Leon. You sport me. Give them the vultures, tear him all in pieces ! Alon. Indeed I do; my heart is full of mirthi. Zan. Most excellent !

(Aside. Leon. And so is mine- I look on cheerful Alon. Hark! you can keep a secret.

In yonder arbour, bound with jasmine- As on the health of virtue.
Who's that? What villain's that? Unhand her- Alon. Virtue ! -Damn-
Murder !

Leon. What says my lord?
Tear them asunder-Murder-How they grind Alon. Thou art exceeding fair.
My heart betwixt them !-Oh, let go my heart! Leon. Beauty alone is but of little worth;
Yet let it go-Embracing and embraced ! But when the soul and body of a piece,
Oh, pestilence !-Who let him in ?-A traitor. Both shine alike, then they obtain a price,

(Goes to stab Zanga, he prevents him. And are a fit reward for gallant actions,

my lord,




your love!

Heaven's pay on earth for such great souls as I soon will follow; that which now disturbs thee yours;

Shall be cleared up, and thou shall not condemn If fair and innocent, I am your due.

[Erit Leon. Alon. Innocent!

[Aside. Oh, how like innocence she looks What, stab Leon. How, my lord! I interrupt you.

her! Alon. No, my best life! I must not part with And rush into her blood! I never can! thee

In her guilt shines, and nature holds my hand. This hand is mine- Oh, what a hand is here! How then? Why thus-No more; it is deterSo soft, souls sink into it, and are lost!

mined. Leon. In tears, my lord? Alon. What less can speak my joy?

Enter ZaxGA. I gaze, and I forget my own existence :

Zan. I fear his heart has failed him. She must 'Tis all a vision-my head swims in heaven!

die. Wherefore! oh, wherefore this expence of beau-Can I not rouse the snake that's in his bosom,

To sting our human nature, and effect it! And wherefore-Oh !

[Aside. Why, I could gaze upon thy looks for ever,

Alon. This vast and solid earth, that blazing And drink in all my being from thine eyes :

sun, And I could snatchi a flaming thunderbolt, Those skies through which it rolls, must all have And hurl destruction !

end ! Leon. How, my lord! what mean you ?

What then is man? the smallest part of nothing! Acquaint me with the secret of your heart, Day buries day, month month, and year the year Or cast me out for ever from

Our life is but a chain of many deaths ! Alon. Art thou concerned for me?

Can, then, death's self be feared our life much Leon. My lord, you fright me.

rather. Is this the fondness of your nuptial

' hour? Life is the desert, life the solitude,
I am ill-used, my lord, I must not bear it. Death joins us to the great majority :
Why, when I woo your hand, is it denied me? 'Tis to be borne to Plato's, and to Cæsars;
Your very eyes, why are they taught to shun me? | 'Tis to be great for ever;
Nay, my good lord, I have a title here,

'Tis pleasure, 'tis ambition then to die.

[Taking his hand. Zan. I think, my lord, you talked of death. And I will have it. Am not I your


Alon. I did, Have not I just authority to know

Zan. I give you joy, then Leonora's dead ! That heart which I have purchased with my own? Alon. No, Zanga, the greatest guilt is mine, Lay it before me then; it is my due.

'Tis mine, who might have marked his midnight Unkind Alonzo! though I might demand it, Behold I kneel! See, Leonora kneels!

Who might have marked bis tameness to resign And deigns to be a beggar for her own! Tell me the secret, I conjure you tell me. Who might have marked her sudden turn of love: The bride foregoes the homage of her day, These, and a thousand tokens more; and yet Alvarez daughter trembles in the dust.

(For which the saints soul !) did wed. Speak, then, I charge you speak, or I expire, Zan. Where does this tend? And load you with iny death! My lord, my Alon. To shed a woman's blood lord!

Would stain my sword, and make my wars inAlon. Ha, ha, ha!

[He breaks from her, and she sinks upon But just resentment to myself bears in it
the floor.

A stamp of greatness above vulgar minds. Leon. Are these the joys which fondly I con- He, who, superior to the checks of nature, ceived ?

Dares make his life the victim of his reason, And is it thus a wedded life begins?

Does, in some sort, that reason deity,
What did I part with, when I gave my heart; And take a flight at Heaven.
I knew not that all happiness went with it.

Zan. Alas, my lord,
Why did I leave my tender father's wing, 'Tis not your reason, but her beanty finds
And venture into love! The inaid that loves, Those arguments, and throws you on your sword.
Goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, You cannot close an eye that is so bright;
And puts her trust in miracles for safety. You cannot strike a breast that is so soft,
Where shall I sigh? Where pour out my com- That has ten thousand ecstacies in store
plaints ?

For Carlos-No, my lord, I mean for you. He that should hear, should succour, should re- Alon. Oh, through my heart and marrow ! dress,

Prithee Ile is the source of all.

Nor more upbraid the weakness of thy lord, Alon. Go to thy chamber;

I own, I tried, I quarrelled with my heart,





spare me;

set up

And pushed it on, and bid it give her death; Alon. That thought has more of hell than had But, oh, her eyes struck first, and murdered me!

the former. Zan. I know not what to answer to my lord. Another, and another, and another! Men are but men; we did not make ourselves. And each shall cast a smile upon my tomb! Farewell, then, my best lord, since you must die. I am convinced; I must not, will not die. Oh, that I were to share your monument,

Zan. You cannot die; nor can you murder her. And in eternal darkness close these eyes

What then remains ? In nature no third way, Against those scenes which I am doomed to suf- But to forget, and so to love again. fer!

Alon. Oh! Alon. What dost thou mean?

Zan. If you forgive, the world will call you Zan. And is it then unknown?

good; Oh, grief of heart to think that you should ask it! If you forget, the world will call you wise; Sure

you distrust that ardent love I bear you, If you receive her to your grace again, Else could you doubt when you are laid in dust- The world will call you very, very kind. But it will cut my poor heart through and through, Alon. Zanga, I understand thee well. She dies, To see those revel on your sacred tomb,

Though my arm trembles at the stroke, she dies. Who brought you thither by their lawless loves. Zan. That's truly great. What think you 'twas For there they'll revel, and exult to find Ilim sleep so fast, who else might mar their joys. The Greek and Roman name in such a lustre, Alon. Distraction !But Don Carlos, well But doing right in stern despite to nature, thou know'st,

Shutting their ears to all her little cries, Is sheathed in steel, and bent on other thoughts. When great, august, and godlike justice called? Zan. I'll work him to the murder of his friend. At Aulis, one poured out a daughter's life,

[Aside. And gained more glory than by all his wars ; Yes, tell the fever of his blood returns,

Another slew his sister in just rage;
While her last kiss still glows upon his cheek. A third, the theme of all succecding times,
But when he finds Alonzo is no more,

Gave to the cruel axe a darling son.
How will he rush like lightning to her arms! Nay, more, for justice some devote themselves,
There sigh, there languish, there pour out his As he at Carthage, an immortal name !

Yet there is one step lett above them all, But not in grief- -sad obsequies to thee! Above their history, above their fable, But thou wilt be at peace, nor see, nor hear A wife, bride, mistress, unenjoyed-do that, The burning kiss, the sigh of ecstacy,

And tread upon the Greek and Roman glory. Their throbbing hearts that jostle one another : Alon. 'Tis done !- Again new transports Thank Ileaven, these torments will be all my fire my brain :

I had forgot it, 'tis my bridal night. Alon. I'll ease thee of that pain. Let Carlos Friend, give nie joy, we must be gay together; die!

See that the festival he duly honoured. O’ertake him on the road, and see it done. And when with garlands the full bowl is crowned, 'Tis my command.

[Gives his signet. And music gives the elevating sound, Zan. I dare not disobey.

And golden carpets spread the sacred floor, Alon. My Zanga, now I have thy leave to die. And a new day the blazing tapers pour; Zun. Ah, sir ! think, think again. Are all men Thou, Zanga, thou my solemo friends invite, buried

From the dark realios of everlasting night; In Carlos' grave! You know not womankind. Call Vengeance, call the furies, call Despair, When once the throbbing of the beart has broke And Death, our chiet invited guest, be there; The modest zone with which it first was ticd, He, with pale hand, shall lead the bride, and spread Each ian she meets will be a Carlos to her. Eternal curtains round our muptial bed. [Ereunt.




Ha! Carlos ?-Horror! Carlos?--Oh, away!

Go the grave, or let me sink to mine.
Enter Alonzo.

I cannot bear the sight-What sight? Where

am I? Alon. Ou, pitiful! Oh, terrible to sight! There's nothing here--If this was fancy's work, Poor mangled shade ! all covered o'er with She draws a picture strongly:

wounds. And so disguised with blood ! -Who murder

Enter Zanga. ed thee?

Zan. IIa !--you're pale. Tell thy sad tale, and thou shalt be revenged.

Alon. Is Carlos murdered!

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