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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Revenge + A Tragedy + +Author: Edward Young + +Release Date: December 11, 2009 [EBook #30653] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE REVENGE *** + + + + +Produced by Delphine Lettau and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Canada Team at http://www.pgdpcanada.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE REVENGE. + +_A Tragedy_, +IN FIVE ACTS, + +BY DR. YOUNG. + +CORRECTLY GIVEN, +AS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRES ROYAL. + +_With Remarks._ + +[Illustration] + +_London_: +Printed by D. S. Maurice, Fenchurch-street; + +SOLD BY +T. HUGHES, 35, LUDGATE STREET, AND J. BYSH, +52, PATERNOSTER ROW. + + + + +REMARKS. + + +This tragedy is the dramatic master-piece of it's valuable author, but +at first was not so successful as Busiris and his other plays. Though +similar, in some degree, to the story of Shakspeare's _Othello_, the +motives for resentment in Zanga are of a more noble and consistent +nature, and the credulous object of his deadly hatred more excusable and +more pitied in yielding to it's subtlety. + +There is great scope for talent in the character of Zanga; but the +whining nonsense of Alonzo and Carlos would tire in any hands. + +We have inserted, on page 59, a narrative said to have really happened +in Spain a few years before this piece was written;--it is so nearly +followed by Dr. Young in his admirable _Revenge_, as to leave no doubt +of having formed it's ground-work. + + + + +DRAMATIS PERSONĘ. + + Covent Garden, 1814. + Don Alonzo Mr. Conway. + Don Carlos Mr. Hamerton. + Don Alvarez Mr. Murray. + Don Manuel Mr. Creswell. + Zanga Mr. Young. + Officers Messrs. Brown, Grant, &c. + + Leonora Mrs. Egerton. + Isabella Miss Logan. + + SCENE--Spain. + + + + +THE REVENGE. + + + + +ACT THE FIRST. + + +SCENE I. BATTLEMENTS, WITH A SEA PROSPECT. + +_Enter Zanga._ + +_Zan._ Whether first nature, or long want of peace, +Has wrought my mind to this, I cannot tell; +But horrors now are not displeasing to me: [_thunder._ +I like this rocking of the battlements. +Rage on, ye winds; burst, clouds; and, waters, roar! +You bear a just resemblance of my fortune, +And suit the gloomy habit of my soul. + +_Enter Isabella._ + +Who's there? My love! + +_Isa._ Why have you left my bed? +Your absence more affrights me than the storm. + +_Zan._ The dead alone in such a night can rest, +And I indulge my meditation here. +Woman, away. I choose to be alone. + +_Isa._ I know you do, and therefore will not leave you; +Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you. +Is this a night for walks of contemplation? +Something unusual hangs upon your heart, +And I will know it: by our loves, I will. +Ask I too much to share in your distress? + +_Zan._ In tears? thou fool! then hear me, and be plung'd +In hell's abyss, if ever it escape thee. +To strike thee with astonishment at once-- +I hate Alonzo. First recover that, +And then thou shalt hear further. + +_Isa._ Hate Alonzo! +I own, I thought Alonzo most your friend, +And that he lost the master in that name. + +_Zan._ Hear then. 'Tis twice three years since that great man +(Great let me call him, for he conquer'd me) +Made me the captive of his arm in fight. +He slew my father, and threw chains o'er me, +While I with pious rage pursu'd revenge. +I then was young; he plac'd me near his person, +And thought me not dishonour'd by his service. +One day (may that returning day be night, +The stain, the curse, of each succeeding year!) +For something, or for nothing, in his pride +He struck me. (While I tell it, do I live?) +He smote me on the cheek--I did not stab him, +For that were poor revenge--E'er since, his folly +Has strove to bury it beneath a heap +Of kindnesses, and thinks it is forgot. +Insolent thought! and like a second blow! +Affronts are innocent, where men are worthless; +And such alone can wisely drop revenge. + +_Isa._ But with more temper, Zanga, tell your story; +To see your strong emotions startles me. + +_Zan._ Yes, woman, with the temper that befits it. +Has the dark adder venom? So have I +When trod upon. Proud Spaniard, thou shalt feel me! +For from that day, that day of my dishonour, +From that day have I curs'd the rising sun, +Which never fail'd to tell me of my shame. +From that day have I bless'd the coming night, +Which promis'd to conceal it; but in vain; +The blow return'd for ever in my dream. +Yet on I toil'd, and groan'd for an occasion +Of ample vengeance; none has yet arriv'd. +Howe'er, at present, I conceive warm hopes +Of what may wound him sore in his ambition, +Life of his life, and dearer than his soul. +By nightly march he purpos'd to surprise +The Moorish camp; but I have taken care +They shall be ready to receive his favour. +Failing in this, a cast of utmost moment, +Would darken all the conquests he has won. + +_Isa._ Just as I enter'd, an express arriv'd. + +_Zan._ To whom? + +_Isa._ His friend, don Carlos. + +_Zan._ Be propitious, +Oh! Mahomet, on this important hour, +And give at length my famish'd soul revenge! +What is revenge, but courage to call in +Our honour's debts, and wisdom to convert +Others' self-love into our own protection? +But see, the morning dawn breaks in upon us; +I'll seek don Carlos, and inquire my fate. [_exeunt._ + + +SCENE II. THE PALACE. + +_Enter Don Manuel and Don Carlos._ + +_Man._ My lord don Carlos, what brings your express? + +_Car._ Alonzo's glory, and the Moor's defeat. +The field is strew'd with twice ten thousand slain, +Though he suspects his measures were betray'd, +He'll soon arrive. Oh, how I long t' embrace +The first of heroes, and the best of friends! +I lov'd fair Leonora long before +The chance of battle gave me to the Moors, +From whom so late Alonzo set me free; +And while I groan'd in bondage, I deputed +This great Alonzo, whom her father honours, +To be my gentle advocate in love, +To stir her heart, and fan its fires for me. + +_Man._ And what success? + +_Car._ Alas, the cruel maid-- +Indeed her father, who, though high in court, +And pow'rful with the king, has wealth at heart +To heal his devastations from the Moors, +Knowing I'm richly freighted from the east, +My fleet now sailing in the sight of Spain, +(Heav'n guard it safe through such a dreadful storm!) +Caresses me, and urges her to wed. + +_Man._ Her aged father, see, +Leads her this way. + +_Car._ She looks like radiant truth, +Brought forward by the hand of hoary time-- +You to the port with speed; 'tis possible +Some vessel is arriv'd. Heav'n grant it bring +Tidings which Carlos may receive with joy! [_exit D. M._ + +_Enter Don Alvarez and Leonora._ + +_Alv._ Don Carlos, I am lab'ring in your favour +With all a parent's soft authority, +And earnest counsel. + +_Car._ Angels second you! +For all my bliss or mis'ry hangs on it. + +_Alv._ Daughter, the happiness of life depends +On our discretion, and a prudent choice. +Look into those they call unfortunate, +And, closer view'd, you'll find they are unwise: +Some flaw in their own conduct lies beneath. +Don Carlos is of ancient, noble blood, +And then his wealth might mend a prince's fortune. +For him the sun is lab'ring in the mines, +A faithful slave, and turning earth to gold: +His keels are freighted with that sacred pow'r, +By which e'en kings and emperors are made. +Sir, you have my good wishes, and I hope +My daughter is not indispos'd to hear you. [_exit._ + +_Car._ Oh, Leonora! why art thou in tears? +Because I am less wretched than I was? +Before your father gave me leave to woo you, +Hush'd was your bosom, and your eye serene. + +_Leon._ Think you my father too indulgent to me, +That he claims no dominion o'er my tears? +A daughter sure may be right dutiful, +Whose tears alone are free from a restraint. + +_Car._ Had I known this before it had been well: +I had not then solicited your father +To add to my distress; +Have I not languish'd prostrate at thy feet? +Have I not liv'd whole days upon thy sight? +Have I not seen thee where thou hast not been? +And, mad with the idea, clasp'd the wind, +And doated upon nothing? + +_Leon._ Court me not, +Good Carlos, by recounting of my faults, +And telling how ungrateful I have been. +Alas, my lord, if talking would prevail, +I could suggest much better arguments +Than those regards you threw away on me; +Your valour, honour, wisdom, prais'd by all. +But bid physicians talk our veins to temper, +And with an argument new-set a pulse; +Then think, my lord, of reas'ning into love. + +_Car._ Must I despair then? do not shake me thus: +My temper-beaten heart is cold to death. +Ah, turn, and let me warm me in thy beauties. +Heav'ns! what a proof I gave, but two nights past, +Of matchless love! To fling me at thy feet, +I slighted friendship, and I flew from fame; +Nor heard the summons of the next day's battle: +But darting headlong to thy arms, I left +The promis'd fight, I left Alonzo too, +To stand the war, and quell a world alone. [_trumpets._ + +_Leon._ The victor comes. My lord, I must withdraw. [_exit._ + +_Enter Don Alonzo._ + +_Car._ Alonzo! + +_Alon._ Carlos!--I am whole again; +Clasp'd in thy arms, it makes my heart entire. + +_Car._ Whom dare I thus embrace? The conqueror +Of Afric. + +_Alon._ Yes, much more--Don Carlos' friend. +The conquest of the world would cost me dear, +Should it beget one thought of distance in thee. +I rise in virtues to come nearer to thee. +I conquer with Don Carlos in mine eye, +And thus I claim my victory's reward. [_embraces him._ + +_Car._ A victory indeed! your godlike arm +Has made one spot the grave of Africa; +Such numbers fell! and the survivors fled +As frighted passengers from off the strand, +When the tempestuous sea comes roaring on them. + +_Alon._ 'Twas Carlos conquer'd, 'twas his cruel chains +Inflam'd me to a rage unknown before, +And threw my former actions far behind. + +_Car._ I love fair Leonora. How I love her! +Yet still I find (I know not how it is) +Another heart, another soul, for thee. + +_Enter Zanga._ + +_Zan._ Manuel, my lord, returning from the port, +On business both of moment and of haste, +Humbly begs leave to speak in private with you. + +_Car._ In private!--Ha!--Alonzo, I'll return; +No business can detain me long from thee. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ My lord Alonzo, I obey'd your orders. + +_Alon._ Will the fair Leonora pass this way? + +_Zan._ She will, my lord, and soon. + +_Alon._ Come near me, Zanga; +For I dare open all my heart to thee. +Never was such a day of triumph known!-- +There's not a wounded captive in my train, +That slowly follow'd my proud chariot wheels, +With half a life, and beggary, and chains. +But is a god to me: I am most wretched.-- +In his captivity, thou know'st, don Carlos, +My friend (and never was a friend more dear) +Deputed me his advocate in love, +To talk to Leonora's heart, and make +A tender party in her thoughts for him. +What did I do?--I lov'd myself. Indeed, +One thing there is might lessen my offence +(If such offence admits of being lessen'd); +I thought him dead; for (by what fate I know not) +His letters never reach'd me. + +_Zan._ Thanks to Zanga, [_aside._ +Who thence contriv'd that evil which has happen'd. + +_Alon._ Yes, curs'd of heav'n! I lov'd myself, and now, +In a late action, rescu'd from the Moors, +I have brought home my rival in my friend. + +_Zan._ We hear, my lord, that in that action too, +Your interposing arm preserv'd his life. + +_Alon._ It did--with more than the expense of mine: +For, oh, this day is mention'd for their nuptials. +But see, she comes; I'll take my leave, and die. [_retires._ + +_Zan._ Hadst thou a thousand lives, thy death would please me. +Unhappy fate! my country overcome! +My six years' hope of vengeance quite expir'd!-- +Would nature were--I will not fall alone: +But others' groans shall tell the world my death. [_exit._ + +_Enter Leonora._ + +_Alon._ When nature ends with anguish like to this, +Sinners shall take their last leave of the sun, +And bid his light adieu. + +_Leon._ The mighty conqueror +Dismay'd! I thought you gave the foe your sorrows. + +_Alon._ Oh, cruel insult! are those tears your sport, +Which nothing but a love for you could draw? +Afric I quell'd, in hope by that to purchase +Your leave to sigh unscorn'd; but I complain not; +'Twas but a world, and you are--Leonora. + +_Leon._ That passion which you boast of is your guilt, +A treason to your friend. You think mean of me, +To plead your crimes as motives of my love. + +_Alon._ You, madam, ought to thank those crimes you blame! +'Tis they permit you to be thus inhuman, +Without the censure both of earth and heav'n-- +I fondly thought a last look might be kind. +Farewell for ever.--This severe behaviour +Has, to my comfort, made it sweet to die. + +_Leon._ Farewell for ever! Sweet to die! Oh, heav'n! +Alonzo, stay; you must not thus escape me; +But hear your guilt at large. + +_Alon._ Oh, Leonora! +What could I do?--In duty to my friend, +I saw you; and to see is to admire. +For Carlos did I plead, and most sincerely. +Witness the thousand agonies it cost me. +You know I did; I sought but your esteem; +If that is guilt, an angel had been guilty. + +_Leon._ If from your guilt none suffer'd but yourself, +It might be so--Farewell. [_going._ + +_Alon._ Who suffers with me? + +_Leon._ Enjoy your ignorance, and let me go. + +_Alon._ What mean these tears? + +_Leon._ I weep by chance; nor have my tears a meaning. +But, oh, when first I saw Alonzo's tears, +I knew their meaning well! + +[_Alonzo falls on his knees, and takes her hand._ + +_Alon._ Heav'ns! what is this? that excellence, for which +Desire was planted in the heart of man; +Virtue's supreme reward on this side heav'n; +The cordial of my soul--and this destroys me-- +Indeed, I flatter'd me that thou didst hate. + +_Leon._ Alonzo, pardon me the injury +Of loving you. I struggled with my passion, +And struggled long: let that be some excuse. + +_Alon._ Unkind! you know I think your love a blessing +Beyond all human blessings! 'tis the price +Of sighs and groans, and a whole year of dying. +But, oh, the curse of curses!--Oh, my friend!-- + +_Leon._ Alas! + +_Alon._ What says my love? speak, Leonora. + +_Leon._ Was it for you, my lord, to be so quick +In finding out objections to our love? +Think you so strong my love, or weak my virtue, +It was unsafe to leave that part to me? + +_Alon._ Is not the day then fix'd for your espousals? + +_Leon._ Indeed, my father once had thought that way; +But marking how the marriage pain'd my heart, +Long he stood doubtful; but at last resolv'd +Your counsel, which determines him in all, +Should finish the debate. + +_Alon._ Oh, agony! +Must I not only lose her, but be made +Myself the instrument? not only die, +But plunge the dagger in my heart myself? +This is refining on calamity. + +_Leon._ What, do you tremble lest you should be mine? +For what else can you tremble? not for that +My father places in your power to alter. + +_Alon._ What's in my pow'r? oh, yes, to stab my friend! + +_Leon._ To stab your friend were barbarous indeed! +Spare him--and murder me. + +_Alon._ First perish all! +No, Leonora, I am thine for ever. [_embraces her._ + +_Leon._ Hold, Alonzo, +And hear a maid whom doubly thou hast conquer'd. +I love thy virtue as I love thy person, +And I adore thee for the pains it gave me; +But as I felt the pains, I'll reap the fruit; +I'll shine out in my turn, and show the world +Thy great example was not lost upon me. +Nay, never shrink; take back the bright example +You lately lent; Oh, take it while you may, +While I can give it you, and be immortal! [_exit._ + +_Alon._ She's gone, and I shall see that face no more; +But pine in absence, and till death adore. +When with cold dew my fainting brow is hung, +And my eyes darken, from my falt'ring tongue +Her name will tremble in a feeble moan, +And love with fate divide my dying groan. [_exit._ + + + + +ACT THE SECOND. + + +SCENE I. THE SAME. + +_Enter Don Manuel and Zanga._ + +_Zan._ If this be true, I cannot blame your pain +For wretched Carlos; 'tis but humane in you. +But when arriv'd your dismal news? + +_Man._ This hour. + +_Zan._ What, not a vessel sav'd? + +_Man._ All, all, the storm +Devour'd; and now o'er his late envy'd fortune +The dolphins bound, and wat'ry mountains roar, +Triumphant in his ruin. + +_Zan._ Is Alvarez +Determin'd to deny his daughter to him. +That treasure was on shore; must that too join +The common wreck? + +_Man._ Alvarez pleads, indeed, +That Leonora's heart is disinclin'd, +And pleads that only; so it was this morning, +When he coucurr'd: the tempest broke the match; +And sunk his favour, when it sunk the gold. +The love of gold is double in his heart; +The vice of age, and of Alvarez too. + +_Zan._ How does don Carlos bear it? + +_Man._ Like a man +Whose heart feels most a human heart can feel, +And reasons best a human head can reason. + +_Zan._ But is he then in absolute despair? + +_Man._ Never to see his Leonora more. +And, quite to quench all future hope, Alvarez +Urges Alonzo to espouse his daughter +This very day; for he has learn'd their loves. + +_Zan._ Ha! was not that receiv'd with ecstasy +By don Alonzo? + +_Man._ Yes, at first; but soon +A damp came o'er him, it would kill his friend. + +_Zan._ Not if his friend consented: and since now +He can't himself espouse her-- + +_Man._ Yet, to ask it +Has something shocking to a gen'rous mind; +At least, Alonzo's spirit startles at it. +Wide is the distance between our despair, +And giving up a mistress to another. +But I must leave you. Carlos wants support +In his severe affliction. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ Ha, it dawns!-- +It rises to me, like a new-found world +To mariners long time distress'd at sea, +Sore from a storm, and all their viands spent; +Or like the sun just rising out of chaos, +Some dregs of ancient night not quite purg'd off. +But shall I finish it?--Hoa, Isabella! + +_Enter Isabella._ + +I thought of dying; better things come forward; +Vengeance is still alive! from her dark covert, +With all her snakes erect upon her crest, +She stalks in view, and fires me with her charms. +When, Isabella, arriv'd don Carlos here? + +_Isa._ Two nights ago. + +_Zan._ That was the very night +Before the battle--Mem'ry, set down that; +It has the essence of a crocodile, +Though yet but in the shell--I'll give it birth-- +What time did he return? + +_Isa._ At midnight. + +_Zan._ So-- +Say, did he see that night his Leonora? + +_Isa._ No, my good lord. + +_Zan._ No matter--tell me, woman, +Is not Alonzo rather brave than cautious, +Honest than subtle, above fraud himself, +Slow, therefore, to suspect it in another? + +_Isa._ You best can judge; but so the world thinks of him. + +_Zan._ Why, that was well--go, fetch my tablets hither. + [_exit Isabella._ +Two nights ago my father's sacred shade +Thrice stalk'd around my bed, and smil'd upon me: +He smil'd, a joy then little understood-- +It must be so--and if so, it is vengeance +Worth waking of the dead for. + +_Re-enter Isabella, with the tablets; Zanga writes, +then reads as to himself._ + +Thus it stands-- +The father's fix'd--Don Carlos cannot wed-- +Alonzo may--but that will hurt his friend-- +Nor can he ask his leave--or, if he did, +He might not gain it--It is hard to give +Our own consent to ills, though we must bear them. +Were it not then a master-piece worth all +The wisdom I can boast, first to persuade +Alonzo to request it of his friend, +His friend to grant--then from that very grant, +The strongest proof of friendship man can give +(And other motives), to work out a cause +Of jealousy, to rack Alonzo's peace? +I have turn'd o'er the catalogue of human woes, +Which sting the heart of man, and find none equal. +It is the hydra of calamities, +The sev'nfold death; the jealous are the damn'd. +Oh, jealousy, each other passion's calm +To thee, thou conflagration of the soul! +Thou king of torments, thou grand counterpoise +For all the transports beauty can inspire! + +_Isa._ Alonzo comes this way. + +_Zan._ Most opportunely.-- +Withdraw. [_exit Isabella._ + +_Enter Don Alonzo._ + +My lord, I give you joy. + +_Alon._ Of what, good Zanga? + +_Zan._ Is not the lovely Leonora yours? + +_Alon._ What will become of Carlos? + +_Zan._ He's your friend; +And since he can't espouse the fair himself, +Will take some comfort from Alonzo's fortune. + +_Alon._ Alas, thou little know'st the force of love! +Love reigns a sultan with unrival'd sway; +Puts all relations, friendship's self to death, +If once he's jealous of it. I love Carlos; +Yet well I know what pangs I felt this morning +At his intended nuptials. For myself +I then felt pains, which now for him I feel. + +_Zan._ You will not wed her then? + +_Alon._ Not instantly. +Insult his broken heart the very moment! + +_Zan._ I understand you: but you'll wed hereafter, +When your friend's gone, and his first pain assuag'd. + +_Alon._ Am I to blame in that? + +_Zan._ My lord, I love +Your very errors; they are born from virtue. +Your friendship (and what nobler passion claims +The heart?) does lead you blindfold to your ruin. +Consider, wherefore did Alvarez break +Don Carlos' match, and wherefore urge Alonzo's? +'Twas the same cause, the love of wealth. To-morrow +May see Alonzo in don Carlos' fortune; +A higher bidder is a better friend, +And there are princes sigh for Leonora. +When your friend's gone, you'll wed; why, then the cause +Which gives you Leonora now, will cease. +Carlos has lost her; should you lose her too, +Why, then you heap new torments on your friend, +By that respect which labour'd to relieve him-- +'Tis well, he is disturb'd; it makes him pause. [_aside._ + +_Alon._ Think'st thou, my Zanga, should I ask don Carlos, +His goodness would consent that I should wed her? + +_Zan._ I know, it would. + +_Alon._ But then the cruelty +To ask it, and for me to ask it of him! + +_Zan._ Methinks, you are severe upon your friend. +Who was it gave him liberty and life? + +_Alon._ That is the very reason which forbids it. +Were I a stranger I could freely speak: +In me it so resembles a demand, +Exacting of a debt, it shocks my nature. + +_Zan._ My lord, you know the sad alternative. +Is Leonora worth one pang or not? +It hurts not me, my lord, but as I love you: +Warmly as you I wish don Carlos well; +But I am likewise don Alonzo's friend: +There all the diff'rence lies between us two. +In me, my lord, you hear another self; +And, give me leave to add, a better too, +Clear'd from those errors, which, though caus'd by virtue, +Are such as may hereafter give you pain-- +Don Lopez of Castile would not demur thus. + +_Alon._ Perish the name! What, sacrifice the fair +To age and ugliness, because set in gold? +I'll to don Carlos, if my heart will let me. +I have not seen him since his sore affliction; +But shunn'd it, as too terrible to bear. +How shall I bear it now? I'm struck already. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ Half of my work is done. I must secure +Don Carlos, ere Alonzo speak with him. + +[_he gives a message to a Servant, then returns._ + +Proud, hated Spain, oft drench'd in Moorish blood! +Dost thou not feel a deadly foe within thee? +Shake not the tow'rs where'er I pass along, +Conscious of ruin, and their great destroyer? +Shake to the centre, if Alonzo's dear. +Look down, oh, holy prophet! see me torture +This Christian dog, this infidel, who dares +To smite thy votaries, and spurn thy law; +And yet hopes pleasure from two radiant eyes, +Which look as they were lighted up for thee! +Shall he enjoy thy paradise below? +Blast the bold thought, and curse him with her charms! +But see, the melancholy lover comes. + +_Enter Don Carlos._ + +_Car._ Hope, thou hast told me lies from day to day, +For more than twenty years; vile promiser! +None here are happy, but the very fool, +Or very wise: I am not fool enough +To smile in vanities, and hug a shadow; +Nor have I wisdom to elaborate +An artificial happiness from pains: +Ev'n joys are pains, because they cannot last. [_sighs._ +How many lift the head, look gay and smile, +Against their consciences? And this we know, +Yet, knowing, disbelieve, and try again +What we have try'd, and struggle with conviction. +Each new experience gives the former credit; +And rev'rend grey threescore is but a voucher, +That thirty told us true. + +_Zan._ My noble lord, +I mourn your fate: but are no hopes surviving? + +_Car._ No hopes. Alvarez has a heart of steel. +'Tis fix'd--'tis past--'tis absolute despair! + +_Zan._ You wanted not to have your heart made tender, +By your own pains, to feel a friend's distress. + +_Car._ I understand you well. Alonzo loves; +I pity him. + +_Zan._ I dare be sworn you do. +Yet he has other thoughts. + +_Car._ What canst thou mean? + +_Zan._ Indeed he has; and fears to ask a favour +A stranger from a stranger might request; +What costs you nothing, yet is all to him: +Nay, what indeed will to your glory add, +For nothing more than wishing your friend well. + +_Car._ I pray be plain; his happiness is mine. + +_Zan._ He loves to death; but so reveres his friend, +He can't persuade his heart to wed the maid +Without your leave, and that he fears to ask. +In perfect tenderness I urg'd him to it. +Knowing the deadly sickness of his heart, +Your overflowing goodness to your friend, +Your wisdom, and despair yourself to wed her, +I wrung a promise from him he would try: +And now I come, a mutual friend to both, +Without his privacy, to let you know it, +And to prepare you kindly to receive him. + +_Car._ Ha! if he weds, I am undone indeed; +Not don Alvarez' self can then relieve me. + +_Zan._ Alas, my lord, you know his heart is steel: +"'Tis fixed, 'tis past, 'tis absolute despair." + +_Car._ Oh, cruel heav'n! and is it not enough +That I must never, never see her more? +Say, is it not enough that I must die; +But I must be tormented in the grave?-- +Ask my consent!--Must I then give her to him? +Lead to his nuptial sheets the blushing maid? +Oh!--Leonora! never, never, never! + +_Zan._ A storm of plagues upon him! he refuses. [_aside._ + +_Car._ What, wed her--and to-day? + +_Zan._ To-day, or never. +To-morrow may some wealthier lover bring, +And then Alonzo is thrown out like you: +Then whom shall he condemn for his misfortune? +Carlos is an Alvarez to his love. + +_Car._ Oh, torment! whither shall I turn? + +_Zan._ To peace. + +_Car._ Which is the way? + +_Zan._ His happiness is yours---- +I dare not disbelieve you. + +_Car._ Kill my friend! +Or worse--Alas! and can there be a worse? +A worse there is: nor can my nature bear it. + +_Zan._ You have convinc'd me 'tis a dreadful task. +I find Alonzo's quitting her this morning +For Carlos' sake, in tenderness to you, +Betray'd me to believe it less severe +Than I perceive it is. + +_Car._ Thou dost upbraid me. + +_Zan._ No, my good lord; but since you can't comply, +'Tis my misfortune that I mention'd it; +For had I not, Alonzo would indeed +Have died, as now, but not by your decree. + +_Car._ By my decree! Do I decree his death? +I do--Shall I then lead her to his arms? +Oh, which side shall I take? Be stabb'd, or--stab? +'Tis equal death! a choice of agonies!---- +Ah, no!--all other agonies are ease +To one--O Leonora!--never, never! +Go, Zanga, go, defer the dreadful trial, +Though but a day; something, perchance, may happen +To soften all to friendship and to love. +Go, stop my friend, let me not see him now; +But save us from an interview of death. + +_Zan._ My lord, I'm bound in duty to obey you---- +If I not bring him, may Alonzo prosper! [_aside, exit._ + +_Car._ What is this world?--Thy school, oh, misery! +Our only lesson is to learn to suffer; +And he who knows not that was born for nothing. +But put it most severely--should I live-- +Live long--alas, there is no length in time! +Nor in thy time, oh, man!--What's fourscore years +Nay, what, indeed, the age of time itself, +Since cut from out eternity's wide round? +Yet Leonora--she can make time long, +Its nature alter, as she alter'd mine. + + While in the lustre of her charms I lay, + Whole summer suns roll'd unperceiv'd away; + I years for days, and days for moments, told, + And was surpris'd to hear that I grew old. + Now fate does rigidly its dues regain, + And ev'ry moment is an age of pain. + +_Enter Zanga and Don Alonzo; Zanga stops Don Carlos._ + +_Zan._ Is this don Carlos? this the boasted friend? +How can you turn your back upon his sadness? +Look on him, and then leave him if you can. + +_Car._ I cannot yield; nor can I bear his griefs. +Alonzo! [_goes to him, and takes his hand._ + +_Alon._ Oh, Carlos! + +_Car._ Pray, forbear. + +_Alon._ Art thou undone, and shall Alonzo smile? +Alonzo, who, perhaps, in some degree +Contributed to cause thy dreadful fate? +I was deputed guardian of thy love; +But, oh! I lov'd myself! Pour down, afflictions! +On this devoted head; make me your mark; +And be the world by my example taught, +How sacred it should hold the name of friend. + +_Car._ You charge yourself unjustly: well I know +The only cause of my severe affliction. +Alvarez, curs'd Alvarez!--So much anguish +Felt for so small a failure, is one merit +Which faultless virtue wants. The crime was mine, +Who plac'd thee there, where only thou couldst fail; +Though well I knew that dreadful post of honour +I gave thee to maintain. Ah! who could bear +Those eyes unhurt? The wounds myself have felt +(Which wounds alone should cause me to condemn thee,) +They plead in thy excuse; for I too strove +To shun those fires, and found 'twas not in man. + +_Alon._ You cast in shades the failure of a friend, +And soften all; but think not you deceive me; +I know my guilt, and I implore your pardon, +As the sole glimpse I can obtain of peace. + +_Car._ Pardon for him, who but this morning threw +Fair Leonora from his heart, all bath'd +In ceaseless tears, and blushing for her love! +Who, like a rose-leaf wet with morning dew, +Would have stuck close, and clung for ever there! +But 'twas in thee, through fondness for thy friend, +To shut thy bosom against ecstacies; +For which, while this pulse beats, it beats to thee; +While this blood flows, it flows for my Alonzo, +And every wish is levell'd at thy joy. + +_Zan._ [_to Alon._] My lord, my lord, this is your time to speak. + +_Alon._ [_to Zan._] Because he's kind? It therefore is the worst; +Do I not see him quite possess'd with anguish, +And shall I pour in new? No, fond desire; +No, love: one pang at parting, and farewell, +I have no other love but Carlos now. + +_Car._ Alas! my friend, why with such eager grasp +Dost press my hand, and weep upon my cheek? + +_Alon._ If, after death, our forms (as some believe) +Shall be transparent, naked every thought, +And friends meet friends, and read each other's hearts, +Thou'lt know one day that thou wast held most dear, +Farewell. + +_Car._ Alonzo, stop--he cannot speak-- [_holds him._ +Lest it should grieve me--Shall I be outdone? +And lose in glory, as I lose in love? [_aside._ +I take it much unkindly, my Alonzo, +You think so meanly of me not to speak, +When well I know your heart is near to bursting. +Have you forgot how you have bound me to you? +Your smallest friendship's liberty and life. + +_Alon._ There, there it is, my friend; it cuts me there. +How dreadful is it to a generous mind +To ask, when sure it cannot be deny'd! + +_Car._ How greatly thought! In all he towers above me. [_aside._ +Then you confess you would ask something of me? + +_Alon._ No, on my soul. + +_Zan._ [_to Alon._] Then lose her. + +_Car._ Glorious spirit! +Why, what a pang has he run through for this! +By heaven, I envy him his agonies. [_aside._ +My Alonzo! +Since thy great soul disdains to make request, +Receive with favour that I make to thee. + +_Alon._ What means my Carlos? + +_Car._ Pray observe me well. +Fate and Alvarez tore her from my heart, +And, plucking up my love, they had well nigh +Pluck'd up life too, for they were twin'd together. +Of that no more--What now does reason bid? +I cannot wed--Farewell, my happiness! +But, O my soul, with care provide for hers! +In life, how weak, how helpless, is a woman! +Take then my heart in dowry with the fair, +Be thou her guardian, and thou must be mine; +Shut out the thousand pressing ills of life +With thy surrounding arms--Do this, and then +Set down the liberty and life thou gav'st me, +As little things, as essays of thy goodness, +And rudiments of friendship so divine. + +_Alon._ There is a grandeur in thy goodness to me, +Which with thy foes would render thee ador'd. + +_Car._ I do not part with her, I give her thee. + +_Alon._ O, Carlos! +But think not words were ever made +For such occasions. Silence, tears, embraces, +Are languid eloquence; I'll seek relief +In absence from the pain of so much goodness, +There, thank the blest above, thy sole superiors, +Adore, and raise my thoughts of them by thee. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ Thus far success has crown'd my boldest hope. +My next care is to hasten these new nuptials, +And then my master-works begin to play. [_aside._ +Why that was greatly done, without one sigh [_to Car._ +To carry such a glory to its period. + +_Car._ Too soon thou praisest me. He's gone, and now +I must unsluice my over-burden'd heart, +And let it flow. I would not grieve my friend +With tears; nor interrupt my great design; +Great, sure, as ever human breast durst think of. +But now my sorrows, long with pain supprest, + Burst their confinement with impetuous sway, + O'er-swell all bounds, and bear e'en life away: + So till the day was won, the Greek renown'd + With anguish wore the arrow in his wound, + Then drew the shaft from out his tortur'd side, + Let gush the torrent of his blood, and dy'd. [_exeunt._ + + + + +ACT THE THIRD. + + +SCENE I. + +_Enter Zanga._ + +_Zan._ O joy, thou welcome stranger! twice three years +I have not felt thy vital beam; but now +It warms my veins, and plays around my heart: +A fiery instinct lifts me from the ground, +And I could mount!--the spirits numberless +Of my dear countrymen, which yesterday +Left their poor bleeding bodies on the field, +Are all assembled here, and o'er-inform me.-- +O, bridegroom! great indeed thy present bliss; +Yet even by me unenvy'd! for be sure +It is thy last, thy last smile, that which now +Sits on thy cheek; enjoy it while thou may'st; +Anguish, and groans, and death, bespeak to-morrow. + +_Enter Isabella._ + +My Isabella! + +_Isa._ What commands my Moor? + +_Zan._ My fair ally! my lovely minister! +'Twas well, Alvarez, by my arts impell'd +(To plunge don Carlos in the last despair, +And so prevent all future molestation), +Finish'd the nuptials soon as he resolv'd them; +This conduct ripen'd all for me and ruin. +Scarce had the priest the holy rites perform'd, +When I, by sacred inspiration, forg'd +That letter which I trusted to thy hand; +That letter, which in glowing terms conveys, +From happy Carlos to fair Leonora, +The most profound acknowledgement of heart, +For wondrous transports which he never knew. +This is a good subservient artifice, +To aid the nobler workings of my brain. + +_Isa._ I quickly dropp'd it in the bride's apartment, +As you commanded. + +_Zan._ With a lucky hand; +For soon Alonzo found it; I observ'd him +From out my secret stand. He took it up; +But scarce was it unfolded to his sight, +When he, as if an arrow pierc'd his eye, +Started, and trembling dropp'd it on the ground. +Pale and aghast awhile my victim stood, +Disguis'd a sigh or two, and puff'd them from him; +Then rubb'd his brow and took it up again. +At first he look'd as if he meant to read it; +But check'd by rising fears he crush'd it thus, +And thrust it, like an adder, in his bosom. + +_Isa._ But if he read it not, it cannot sting him, +At least not mortally. + +_Zan._ At first I thought so; +But farther thought informs me otherwise, +And turns this disappointment to account. +This, Isabella, is don Carlos' picture; +Take it, and so dispose of it, that found, +It may raise up a witness of her love; +Under her pillow, in her cabinet, +Or elsewhere, as shall best promote our end. + +_Isa._ I'll weigh it as its consequence requires, +Then do my utmost to deserve your smile. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ Is that Alonzo prostrate on the ground?-- +Now he starts up like flame from sleeping embers, +And wild distraction glares from either eye. +If thus a slight surmise can work his soul, +How will the fulness of the tempest tear him? + +_Enter Don Alonzo._ + +_Alon._ And yet it cannot be--I am deceiv'd-- +I injure her: she wears the face of heaven. + +_Zan._ He doubts. [_aside._ + +_Alon._ I dare not look on this again. +If the first glance, which gave suspicion only, +Had such effect, so smote my heart and brain, +The certainty would dash me all in pieces. +It cannot--Ha! it must, it must be true. [_starts._ + +_Zan._ Hold there, and we succeed. He has descry'd me. +And (for he thinks I love him) will unfold +His aching heart, and rest it on my counsel. +I'll seem to go, to make my stay more sure. [_aside._ + +_Alon._ Hold, Zanga, turn. + +_Zan._ My lord. + +_Alon._ Shut close the doors, +That not a spirit find an entrance here. + +_Zan._ My lord's obey'd. + +_Alon._ I see that thou art frighted. +If thou dost love me, I shall fill thy heart +With scorpions' stings. + +_Zan._ If I do love, my lord? + +_Alon._ Come near me, let me rest upon thy bosom; +(What pillow like the bosom of a friend?) +For I am sick at heart. + +_Zan._ Speak, sir, O, speak, +And take me from the rack. + +_Alon._ I am most happy: mine is victory, +Mine the king's favour, mine the nation's shout, +And great men make their fortunes of my smiles. +O curse of curses! in the lap of blessing +To be most curst!--My Leonora's false! + +_Zan._ Save me, my lord! + +_Alon._ My Leonora's false! [_gives him the letter._ + +_Zan._ Then heaven has lost its image here on earth. + +[_while Zanga reads the letter, he trembles, and +shows the utmost concern._ + +_Alon._ Good-natur'd man! he makes my pains his own. +I durst not read it; but I read it now +In thy concern. + +_Zan._ Did you not read it then? + +_Alon._ Mine eye just touch'd it, and could bear no more. + +_Zan._ Thus perish all that gives Alonzo pain! [_tears the letter._ + +_Alon._ Why didst thou tear it? + +_Zan._ Think of it no more. +'Twas your mistake, and groundless are your fears. + +_Alon._ And didst thou tremble then for my mistake? +Or give the whole contents, or by the pangs +That feed upon my heart, thy life's in danger. + +_Zan._ Is this Alonzo's language to his Zanga? +Draw forth your sword, and find the secret here. +For whose sake is it, think you, I conceal it? +Wherefore this rage? Because I seek your peace? +I have no interest in suppressing it, +But what good-natur'd tenderness for you +Obliges me to have. Not mine the heart +That will be rent in two. Not mine the fame +That will be damn'd, though all the world should know it. + +_Alon._ Then my worst fears are true, and life is past. + +_Zan._ What has the rashness of my passion utter'd? +I know not what; but rage is our destruction, +And all its words are wind--Yet sure, I think, +I nothing own'd--but grant I did confess, +What is a letter? letters may be forg'd. +For heav'n's sweet sake, my lord, lift up your heart. +Some foe to your repose-- + +_Alon._ So, heaven look on me, +As I can't find the man I have offended. + +_Zan._ Indeed! [_aside_]--Our innocence is not our shield. +They take offence, who have not been offended; +They seek our ruin too, who speak us fair, +And death is often ambush'd in their smiles. +'Tis certain +A letter may be forg'd, and in a point +Of such a dreadful consequence as this, +One would rely on nought that might be false-- +Think, have you any other cause to doubt her? +Away, you can find none. Resume your spirit; +All's well again. + +_Alon._ Oh that it were! + +_Zan._ It is; +For who could credit that, which, credited, +Makes hell superfluous by superior pains, +Without such proofs as cannot be withstood? +Has she not ever been to virtue train'd? +Is not her fame as spotless as the sun, +Her sex's envy, and the boast of Spain? + +_Alon._ O, Zanga! it is that confounds me most, +That, full in opposition to appearance-- + +_Zan._ No more, my lord, for you condemn yourself. +What is absurdity, but to believe +Against appearance!--You can't yet, I find, +Subdue your passion to your better sense;-- +And, truth to tell, it does not much displease me. +'Tis fit our indiscretions should be check'd +With some degree of pain. + +_Alon._ What indiscretion? + +_Zan._ Come, you must bear to hear your faults from me. +Had you not sent don Carlos to the court +The night before the battle, that foul slave, +Who forg'd the senseless scroll which gives you pain, +Had wanted footing for his villany. + +_Alon._ I sent him not. + +_Zan._ Not send him!--Ha!--That strikes me. +I thought he came on message to the king. +Is there another cause could justify +His shunning danger, and the promis'd fight? +But I perhaps may think too rigidly; +So long an absence, and impatient love-- + +_Alon._ In my confusion, that had quite escap'd me. +By heaven, my wounded soul does bleed afresh; +'Tis clear as day--for Carlos is so brave, +He lives not but on fame, he hunts for danger, +And is enamour'd of the face of death. +How then could he decline the next day's battle, +But for the transports?--Oh, it must be so-- +Inhuman! by the loss of his own honour, +To buy the ruin of his friend! + +_Zan._ You wrong him; +He knew not of your love. + +_Alon._ Ha!-- + +_Zan._ That stings home. [_aside._ + +_Alon._ Indeed, he knew not of my treacherous love-- +Proofs rise on proofs, and still the last the strongest. +Love is my torture, love was first my crime; +For she was his, my friend's, and he (O horror!) +Confided all in me. O sacred faith! +How dearly I abide thy violation! + +_Zan._ Were then their loves far gone? + +_Alon._ The father's will +There bore a total sway; and he, as soon +As news arriv'd that Carlos' fleet was seen +From off our coast, fir'd with the love of gold, +Determin'd that the very sun which saw +Carlos' return, should see his daughter wed. + +_Zan._ Indeed, my lord; then you must pardon me, +If I presume to mitigate the crime. +Consider, strong allurements soften guilt; +Long was his absence, ardent was his love, +At midnight his return, the next day destin'd +For his espousals--'twas a strong temptation. + +_Alon._ Temptation! + +_Zan._ 'Twas but gaining of one night. + +_Alon._ One night! + +_Zan._ That crime could ne'er return again. + +_Alon._ Again! By heaven, thou dost insult thy lord. +Temptation! One night gain'd! O stings and death! +And am I then undone? Alas, my Zanga! +And dost thou own it too? Deny it still, +And rescue me one moment from distraction. + +_Zan._ My lord, I hope the best. + +_Alon._ False, foolish hope, thou know'st it false; +It is as glaring as the noon-tide sun. +Devil!--This morning, after three years' coldness, +To rush at once into a passion for me! +'Twas time to feign, 'twas time to get another, +When her first fool was sated with her beauties. + +_Zan._ What says my lord? Did Leonora then +Never before disclose her passion for you? + +_Alon._ Never. + +_Zan._ Throughout the whole three years? + +_Alon._ O never! never! +Why, Zanga, shouldst thou strive? 'Tis all in vain: +Though thy soul labours, it can find no reed +For hope to catch at. Ah! I'm plunging down +Ten thousand thousand fathoms in despair. + +_Zan._ Hold, sir, I'll break your fall--wave ev'ry fear, +And be a man again--Had he enjoy'd her, +Be most assur'd, he had resign'd her to you +With less reluctance. + +_Alon._ Ha! Resign'd her to me!-- +Resign her!--Who resign'd her?--Double death! +How could I doubt so long? My heart is broke. +First love her to distraction! then resign her! + +_Zan._ But was it not with utmost agony? + +_Alon._ Grant that, he still resign'd her; that's enough. +Would he pluck out his eye to give it me? +Tear out his heart?--She was his heart no more-- +Nor was it with reluctance he resign'd her; +By heav'n, he ask'd, he courted, me to wed. +I thought it strange; 'tis now no longer so. + +_Zan._ Was't his request? Are you right sure of that? +I fear the letter was not all a tale. + +_Alon._ A tale! There's proof equivalent to sight. + +_Zan._ I should distrust my sight on this occasion. + +_Alon._ And so should I; by heav'n, I think I should. +What, Leonora! the divine, by whom +We guess'd at angels! Oh! I'm all confusion. + +_Zan._ You now are too much ruffled to think clearly. +Since bliss and horror, life and death, hang on it, +Go to your chamber, there maturely weigh +Each circumstance; consider, above all, +That it is jealousy's peculiar nature +To swell small things to great; nay, out of nought +To conjure much, and then to lose its reason +Amid the hideous phantoms it has form'd. + +_Alon._ Had I ten thousand lives, I'd give them all +To be deceiv'd. +And yet she seem'd so pure, that I thought heav'n +Borrow'd her form for virtue's self to wear, +To gain her lovers with the sons of men. +O, Leonora! Leonora! [_exit._ + +_Re-enter Isabella._ + +_Zan._ Thus far it works auspiciously. My patient +Thrives, underneath my hand, in misery. +He's gone to think; that is, to be distracted. + +_Isa._ I overheard your conference, and saw you, +To my amazement, tear the letter. + +_Zan._ There, +There, Isabella, I out-did myself. +For, tearing it, I not secure it only +In its first force, but superadd a new. +For who can now the character examine +To cause a doubt, much less detect the fraud? +And after tearing it, as loth to show +The foul contents, if I should swear it now +A forgery, my lord would disbelieve me, +Nay, more, would disbelieve the more I swore. +But is the picture happily dispos'd of? + +_Isa._ It is. + +_Zan._ That's well--Ah! what is well? O pang to think! +O dire necessity! is this my province? +Whither, my soul! ah! whither art thou sunk? +Does this become a soldier? this become +Whom armies follow'd, and a people lov'd? +My martial glory withers at the thought. +But great my end; and since there are no other, +These means are just, they shine with borrow'd light, +Illustrious from the purpose they pursue. + + And greater sure my merit, who, to gain + A point sublime, can such a task sustain; + To wade through ways obscene, my honour bend, + And shock my nature, to attain my end. + Late time shall wonder; that my joys will raise: + For wonder is involuntary praise. [_exeunt._ + + + + +ACT THE FOURTH. + + +SCENE I. + +_Enter Don Alonzo and Zanga._ + +_Alon._ Oh, what a pain to think! when ev'ry thought, +Perplexing thought, in intricacies runs, +And reason knits th' inextricable toil, +In which herself is taken! +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._ O, forbear! +You totter on the very brink of ruin. + +_Alon._ What dost thou mean? + +_Zan._ That will discover all, +And kill my hopes. What can I think or do? [_aside._ + +_Alon._ What, dost thou murmur? + +_Zan._ Force the secret from her! +What's perjury to such a crime as this? +Will she confess it then? O, groundless hope! +But rest assur'd, she'll make this accusation, +Or false or true, your ruin with the king; +Such is her father's pow'r. + +_Alon._ No more, I care not; +Rather than groan beneath this load, I'll die. + +_Zan._ But for what better will you change this load? +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? + +_Zan._ You should not hazard life to gain the secret. + +_Alon._ What dost thou mean? thou know'st I'm on the rack. +I'll not be play'd with; speak, if thou hast aught, +Or I this instant fly to Leonora. + +_Zan._ That is, to death. My lord, I am not yet +Quite so far gone in guilt to suffer it; +Though gone too far, heav'n knows--'Tis I am guilty; +I have took pains, as you, I know, observ'd, +To hinder you from diving in the secret, +And turn'd aside your thoughts from the detection. + +_Alon._ Thou dost confound me. + +_Zan._ I confound myself; +And frankly own, though to my shame I own it, +Nought but your life in danger could have torn +The secret out, and made me own my crime. + +_Alon._ Speak quickly, Zanga, speak. + +_Zan._ Not yet, dread sir: +First, I must be assur'd, that if you find +The fair one guilty, scorn, as you assur'd me, +Shall conquer love and rage, and heal your soul. + +_Alon._ Oh! 't will, by heav'n. + +_Zan._ Alas! I fear it much, +And scarce can hope so far; but I of this +Exact your solemn oath, that you'll abstain +From all self-violence, and save my lord. + +_Alon._ I trebly swear. + +_Zan._ You'll bear it like a man? + +_Alon._ A god. + +_Zan._ Such have you been to me, these tears confess it; +And pour'd forth miracles of kindness on me: +And what amends is now within my pow'r, +But to confess, expose myself to justice, +And as a blessing claim my punishment? +Know then, don Carlos-- + +_Alon._ Oh! + +_Zan._ You cannot bear it. + +_Alon._ Go on, I'll have it, though it blast mankind; +I'll have it all, and instantly. Go on. + +_Zan._ Don Carlos did return at dead of night-- +That night, by chance (ill chance for me) did I +Command the watch that guards the palace gate. +He told me he had letters for the king, +Despatch'd from you. + +_Alon._ The villain lied! + +_Zan._ My lord, +I pray, forbear--Transported at his sight, +After so long a bondage, and your friend, +(Who could suspect him of an artifice?) +No farther I inquir'd, but let him pass, +False to my trust, at least imprudent in it. +Our watch reliev'd, I went into the garden, +As is my custom, when the night's serene, +And took a moon-light walk: when soon I heard +A rustling in an arbour that was near me. +I saw two lovers in each other's arms, +Embracing and embrac'd. Anon the man +Arose; and, falling back some paces from her, +Gaz'd ardently awhile, then rush'd at once, +And, throwing all himself into her bosom, +There softly sigh'd, "Oh, night of ecstasy! +When shall we meet again?"--Don Carlos then +Led Leonora forth. + +_Alon._ Oh, oh, my heart! [_he sinks into a chair._ + +_Zan._ Groan on, and with the sound refresh my soul! +'Tis through his heart; his knees smite one another: +'Tis through his brain; his eye-balls roll in anguish. [_aside._ +My lord, my lord, why will you rack my soul? + +_Alon._ Oh, she was all! +My fame, my friendship, and my love of arms, +All stoop'd to her; my blood was her possession. +Deep in the secret foldings of my heart +She liv'd with life, and far the dearer she: +To think on't is the torment of the damn'd, +And not to think on't is impossible. + +_Zan._ You said you'd bear it like a man. + +_Alon._ I do. +Am I not most distracted? + +_Zan._ Pray, be calm. + +_Alon._ As hurricanes:--be thou assur'd of that. + +_Zan._ Is this the wise Alonzo? + +_Alon._ Villain, no: +He died in the arbour--he was murder'd there!-- + +_Zan._ Alas! he weeps. + +_Alon._ Go, dig her grave! + +_Zan._ My lord! + +_Alon._ But that her blood's too hot, I would carouse it +Around my bridal board! + +_Zan._ And I would pledge thee. [_aside._ + +_Alon._ But I may talk too fast. Pray let me think, +And reason mildly.--Wedded and undone +Before one night descends.--Oh, hasty evil! +What friend to comfort me in my extreme! +Where's Carlos? why is Carlos absent from me? +Does he know what has happen'd? + +_Zan._ My lord! + +_Alon._ Oh, villain, villain, most accurst! +If thou didst know it, why didst let me wed? + +_Zan._ Hear me, my lord; your anger will abate. +I knew it not:--I saw them in the garden; +But saw no more than you might well expect +To see in lovers destin'd for each other. +By heav'n, I thought their meeting innocent. +Who could suspect fair Leonora's virtue, +'Till after-proofs conspir'd to blacken it? +Sad proofs, which came too late, which broke not out, +(Eternal curses on Alvarez' haste!) +'Till holy rites had made the wanton yours; +And then, I own, I labour'd to conceal it, +In duty and compassion to your peace. + +_Alon._ Live now, be damn'd hereafter--for I want thee. +Let me think-- +The jess'mine bower--'tis secret and remote: +Go, wait me there, and take thy dagger with thee. [_exit Zanga._ +How sweet the sound still sings within my ear! +When shall we meet again?--To-night, in hell. [_going._ + +_Enter Leonora._ + +Ha! I'm surprised! I stagger at her charms! +Oh, angel-devil!--Shall I stab her now? +No--It shall be as I at first determin'd. +To kill her now were half my vengeance lost. +Then I must now dissemble--if I can. + +_Leon._ My lord, excuse me; see, a second time +I come in embassy from all your friends, +Whose joys are languid, uninspir'd by you. + +_Alon._ This moment, Leonora, I was coming +To thee, and all--but sure, or I mistake, +Or thou canst well inspire my friends with joy. + +_Leon._ What says my lord? + +_Alon._ Thou art exceeding fair. + +_Leon._ Beauty alone is but of little worth; +But when the soul and body of a piece, +Both shine alike; then they obtain a price, +And are a fit reward for gallant actions, +Heaven's pay on earth for such great souls as yours;-- +If fair and innocent, I am your due. + +_Alon._ Innocent! [_aside._ + +_Leon._ How, my lord! I interrupt you. + +_Alon._ No, my best life! I must not part with thee-- +This hand is mine--Oh, what a hand is here! +So soft, souls sink into it, and are lost! + +_Leon._ In tears, my lord? + +_Alon._ What less can speak my joy? +Why, I could gaze upon thy looks for ever, +And drink in all my being from thine eyes; +And I could snatch a flaming thunderbolt, +And hurl destruction!-- + +_Leon._ My lord, you fright me. +Is this the fondness of your nuptial hour? +Why, when I woo your hand, is it deny'd me? +Your very eyes, why are they taught to shun me?-- +Nay, my good lord, I have a title here, [_takes his hand._ +And I will have it. Am I not your wife? +Have I not just authority to know +That heart which I have purchas'd with my own? +Tell me the secret; I conjure you, tell me. +Speak then, I charge you speak, or I expire, +And load you with my death. My lord, my lord! + +_Alon._ Ha, ha, ha! + +[_he breaks from her, and she sinks upon the floor._ + +_Leon._ Are these the joys which fondly I conceiv'd? +And is it thus a wedded life begins? +What did I part with, when I gave my heart? +I knew not that all happiness went with it. +Why did I leave my tender father's wing, +And venture into love? The maid that loves, +Goes out to sea upon a shatter'd plank, +And puts her trust in miracles for safety. +Where shall I sigh?--where pour out my complaint? +He that should hear, should succour, should redress, +He is the source of all. + +_Alon._ Go to thy chamber; +I soon will follow; that which now disturbs thee +Shall be clear'd up, and thou shalt not condemn me. [_exit Leonora._ +Oh, how like innocence she looks!--What, stab her! +And rush into her blood? +How then? why thus--no more; it is determin'd. + +_Re-enter Zanga._ + +_Zan._ I fear, his heart has fail'd him. She must die. +Can I not rouse the snake that's in his bosom, +To sting out human nature, and effect it? [_aside._ + +_Alon._ This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, +Those skies, through which it rolls, must all have end. +What then is man? the smallest part of nothing. +Day buries day; month, month; and year, the year. +Our life is but a chain of many deaths; +Can then death's self be fear'd? our life much rather. +Life is the desert, life the solitude. +Death joins us to the great majority: +'Tis to be borne to Platos and to Cęsars; +'Tis to be great for ever; +'Tis pleasure, 'tis ambition, then to die. + +_Zan._ I think, my lord, you talk'd of death. + +_Alon._ I did. + +_Zan._ I give you joy, then Leonora's dead. + +_Alon._ No, Zanga; to shed a woman's blood +Would stain my sword, and make my wars inglorious; +He who, superior to the checks of nature, +Dares make his life the victim of his reason, +Does in some sort that reason deify, +And take a flight at heaven. + +_Zan._ Alas, my lord, +'Tis not your reason, but her beauty, finds +Those arguments, and throws you on your sword. +You cannot close an eye that is so bright, +You cannot strike a breast that is so soft, +That has ten thousand ecstasies in store-- +For Carlos?--No, my lord, I mean for you. + +_Alon._ Oh, through my heart and marrow! pr'ythee, spare me, +Nor more upbraid the weakness of thy lord: +I own, I try'd, I quarrell'd with my heart, +And push'd it on, and bid it give her death; +But, oh, her eyes struck first and murder'd me. + +_Zan._ I know not what to answer to my lord. +Men are but men; we did not make ourselves. +Farewell then, my best lord, since you must die. +Oh, that I were to share your monument, +And in eternal darkness close these eyes +Against those scenes which I am doom'd to suffer! + +_Alon._ What dost thou mean? + +_Zan._ And is it then unknown? +Oh, grief of heart, to think that you should ask it! +Sure you distrust that ardent love I bear you, +Else could you doubt when you are laid in dust-- +But it will cut my poor heart through and through, +To see those revel on your sacred tomb, +Who brought you thither by their lawless loves. +For there they'll revel, and exult to find +Him sleep so fast, who else might mar their joys. + +_Alon._ Distraction! But don Carlos well thou know'st +Is sheath'd in steel, and bent on other thoughts. + +_Zan._ I'll work him to the murder of his friend. [_aside._ +Yes, till the fever of his blood returns, +While her last kiss still glows upon his cheek. +But when he finds Alonzo is no more, +How will he rush, like lightning, to her arms! +There sigh, there languish, there pour out his soul; +But not in grief--sad obsequies to thee!-- +But thou wilt be at peace, nor see, nor hear, +The burning kiss, the sigh of ecstasy, +Their throbbing hearts that jostle one another: +Thank heaven, these torments will be all my own. + +_Alon._ I'll ease thee of that pain. Let Carlos die; +O'ertake him on the road, and see it done. +'Tis my command. [_gives his signet._ + +_Zan._ I dare not disobey. + +_Alon._ My Zanga, now I have thy leave to die. + +_Zan._ Ah, sir! think, think again. Are all men buried +In Carlos' grave? you know not womankind: +When once the throbbing of the heart has broke +The modest zone, with which it first was ty'd, +Each man she meets will be a Carlos to her. + +_Alon._ That thought has more of hell than had the former. +Another, and another, and another! +And each shall cast a smile upon my tomb. +I am convinc'd; I must not, will not, die. + +_Zan._ You cannot die; nor can you murder her. +What then remains? In nature no third way, +But to forget, and so to love again. + +_Alon._ Oh! + +_Zan._ If you forgive, the world will call you good; +If you forget, the world will call you wise; +If you receive her to your grace again, +The world will call you--very, very kind. + +_Alon._ Zanga, I understand thee well. She dies; +Though my arm tremble at the stroke, she dies. + +_Zan._ That's truly great. What think you 'twas set up +The Greek and Roman name in such a lustre, +But doing right in stern despite to nature; +Shutting their ears to all her little cries, +When great, august, and godlike justice call'd? +At Aulis, one pour'd out a daughter's life, +And gain'd more glory than by all his wars; +Another, slew a sister in just rage; +A third, the theme of all succeeding times, +Gave to the cruel axe a darling son: +Nay more, for justice some devote themselves, +As he at Carthage, an immortal name! +Yet there is one step left above them all, +Above their history, above their fable: +A wife, bride, mistress, unenjoy'd--do that, +And tread upon the Greek and Roman glory. + +_Alon._ 'Tis done!--Again new transports fire my brain: +I had forgot it, 'tis my bridal night. +Friend, give me joy, we must be gay together; +See that the festival be duly honour'd. + + And when with garlands the full bowl is crown'd, + And music gives her elevating sound, + And golden carpets spread the sacred floor, + And a new day the blazing tapers pour, + Thou, Zanga, then my solemn friends invite, + From the dark realms of everlasting night; + Call Vengeance, call the furies, call Despair, + And Death, our chief-invited guest, be there; + He, with pale hand, shall lead the bride, and spread + Eternal curtains round our nuptial bed. [_exeunt._ + + + + +ACT THE FIFTH. + + +SCENE I. + +_Enter Alonzo, meeting Zanga._ + +_Alon._ Is Carlos murder'd? + +_Zan._ I obey'd your order. +Six ruffians overtook him on the road; +He fought as he was wont, and four he slew. +Then sunk beneath an hundred wounds to death. +His last breath blest Alonzo, and desir'd +His bones might rest near yours. + +_Alon._ Oh, Zanga! Zanga! +But I'll not think: for I must act, and thinking +Would ruin me for action. +Where's Leonora then? Quick, answer me: +I'm deep in horrors, I'll be deeper still. +I find thy artifice did take effect, +And she forgives my late deportment to her. + +_Zan._ I told her, from your childhood you was wont, +On any great surprise, but chiefly then +When cause of sorrow bore it company, +To have your passion shake the seat of reason; +A momentary ill, which soon blew o'er: +Then did I tell her of don Carlos' death +(Wisely suppressing by what means he fell), +And laid the blame on that. At first she doubted; +But such the honest artifice I us'd, +And such her ardent wish it should be true, +That she, at length, was fully satisfied. +But what design you, sir, and how? + +_Alon._ I'll tell thee. +Thus I've ordain'd it. In the jess'mine bow'r, +The place which she dishonour'd with her guilt, +There will I meet her; the appointment's made; +And calmly spread (for I can do it now) +The blackness of her crime before her sight; +And then, with all the cool solemnity +Of public justice, give her to the grave. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ Why, get thee gone! horror and night go with thee. +Sisters of Acheron, go hand in hand, +Go dance around the bow'r, and close them; +And tell them, that I sent you to salute them +Profane the ground; and for th' ambrosial rose, +And breath of jess'mine, let hemlock blacken, +And deadly nightshade poison, all the air. +For the sweet nightingale, may ravens croak, +Toads pant, and adders rustle through the leaves; +May serpents winding up the trees let fall +Their hissing necks upon them from above, +And mingle kisses--such as I would give them. [_exit._ + + +SCENE II. THE BOWER. + +_Enter Alonzo.--Leonora sleeping._ + +_Alon._ Ye amaranths! ye roses, like the morn! +Sweet myrtles, and ye golden orange groves! +Why do you smile? Why do you look so fair? +Are ye not blighted as I enter in? +Did ever midnight ghosts assemble here? +Have these sweet echoes ever learn'd to groan? +Joy-giving, love-inspiring, holy bow'r! +Know, in thy fragrant bosom thou receiv'st +A--murderer! Oh, I shall stain thy lilies, +And horror will usurp the seat of bliss. [_advances._ +Ha! she sleeps-- +The day's uncommon heat has overcome her. +Then take, my longing eyes, your last, full gaze. +Oh, what a sight is here! how dreadful fair! +Who would not think that being innocent? +Where shall I strike? who strikes her, strikes himself. +My own life-blood will issue at her wound. +But see, she smiles! I never shall smile more; +It strongly tempts me to a parting kiss. [_going, he starts back._ +Ha! smile again. She dreams of him she loves. +Curse on her charms! I'll stab her through them all. + +[_as he is going to strike, she wakes._ + +_Leon._ My lord, your stay was long; and yonder lull +Of falling waters tempted me to rest, +Dispirited with noon's excessive heat. + +_Alon._ Ye pow'rs! with what an eye she mends the day! +While they were clos'd, I should have giv'n the blow. [_aside._ + +_Leon._ What says my lord? + +_Alon._ Why, this Alonzo says: +If love were endless, men were gods; 'tis that +Does counterbalance travel, danger, pain-- +'Tis heav'n's expedient to make mortals bear +The light, and cheat them of the peaceful grave. + +_Leon._ Alas, my lord! why talk you of the grave? +Your friend is dead: in friendship you sustain +A mighty loss; repair it with my love. + +_Alon._ Thy love, thou piece of witchcraft! I would say, +Thou brightest angel! I could gaze for ever. +But oh, those eyes! those murderers! Oh, whence, +Whence didst thou steal their burning orbs? from heaven? +Thou didst; and 'tis religion to adore them. + +_Leon._ My best Alonzo, moderate your thoughts. +Extremes still fright me, though of love itself. + +_Alon._ Extremes indeed! it hurry'd me away; +But I come home again--and now for justice-- +And now for death--It is impossible-- [_aside._ +I leave her to just heav'n. [_drops the dagger, goes off._ + +_Leon._ Ha, a dagger! +What dost thou say, thou minister of death? +What dreadful tale dost tell me?--Let me think-- + +_Enter Zanga._ + +_Zan._ Death to my tow'ring hope! Oh! fall from high! +My close, long-labour'd scheme at once is blasted, +That dagger, found, will cause her to inquire; +Inquiry will discover all; my hopes +Of vengeance perish; I myself am lost-- +Curse on the coward's heart; wither his hand, +Which held the steel in vain!--what can be done? +Where can I fix?--that's something still--'twill breed +Fell rage and bitterness betwixt their souls, +Which may, perchance, grow up to greater evil: +If not, 'tis all I can--It shall be so-- [_aside._ + +_Leon._ Oh, Zanga, I am sinking in my fears! +Alonzo dropp'd this dagger as he left me, +And left me in a strange disorder too. +What can this mean? Angels preserve his life! + +_Zan._ Yours, madam, yours. + +_Leon._ What, Zanga, dost thou say? + +_Zan._ Carry you goodness then to such extremes, +So blinded to the faults of him you love, +That you perceive not he is jealous? + +_Leon._ Heav'ns! +And yet a thousand things recur that swear it. +What villain could inspire him with that thought? +It is not of the growth of his own nature. + +_Zan._ Some villain; who, hell knows; but he is jealous; +And 'tis most fit a heart so pure as yours +Do itself justice, and assert its honour, +And make him conscious of his stab to virtue. + +_Leon._ Jealous! it sickens at my heart. Unkind, +Ungen'rous, groundless, weak, and insolent! +Why, wherefore? on what shadow of occasion? +Oh, how the great man lessens to my thought! +How could so mean a vice as jealousy +Live in a throng of such exalted virtues! +I scorn and hate, yet love him, and adore. +I cannot, will not, dare not, think it true, +'Till from himself I know it. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ This succeeds +Just to my wish. Now she, with violence, +Upbraids him; he, not doubting she is guilty, +Rages no less; and if on either side +The waves run high, there still lives hope of ruin. + +_Re-enter Alonzo._ + +My lord-- + +_Alon._ Oh, Zanga, hold thy peace! I am no coward; +But heav'n itself did hold my hand; I felt it, +By the well-being of my soul, I did. +I'll think of vengeance at another season. + +_Zan._ My lord, her guilt-- + +_Alon._ Perdition on thee, Moor, +For that one word! Ah, do not rouse that thought! +I have o'erwhelm'd it much as possible: +I tell thee, Moor, I love her to distraction. +If 'tis my shame, why, be it so--I love her; +I could not hurt her to be lord of earth; +It shocks my nature like a stroke from heav'n. +But see, my Leonora comes--Be gone. [_exit Zanga._ + +_Re-enter Leonora._ + +Oh, seen for ever, yet for ever new! +The conquer'd thou dost conquer o'er again, +Inflicting wound on wound. + +_Leon._ Alas, my lord! +What need of this to me? + +_Alon._ Ha! dost thou weep? + +_Leon._ Have I no cause? + +_Alon._ If love is thy concern, +Thou hast no cause: none ever lov'd like me. +Oh, that this one embrace would last for ever! + +_Leon._ Could this man ever mean to wrong my virtue? +Could this man e'er design upon my life? +Impossible! I throw away the thought. [_aside._ +These tears declare how much I taste the joy +Of being folded in your arms and heart; +My universe does lie within that space. +This dagger bore false witness. + +_Alon._ Ha, my dagger! +It rouses horrid images. Away, +Away with it, and let us talk of love. + +_Leon._ Of death! + +_Alon._ As thou lov'st happiness-- + +_Leon._ Of murder! + +_Alon._ Rash, +Rash woman! yet forbear. +Alas, thou quite mistak'st my cause of pain! +Yet, yet dismiss me; I am all in flames. + +_Leon._ Who has most cause, you or myself? what act +Of my whole life encourag'd you to this? +Or of your own, what guilt has drawn it on you? +You find me kind, and think me kind to all; +The weak, ungen'rous error of your sex. +What could inspire the thought? We oft'nest judge +From our own hearts; and is yours then so frail, +It prompts you to conceive thus ill of me? +He that can stoop to harbour such a thought, +Deserves to find it true. [_holding him._ + +_Alon._ [_turning on her_] Ill-fated woman! +Why hast thou forc'd me back into the gulf +Of agonies I had block'd up from thought? +For, since thou hast replung'd me in my torture, +I will be satisfy'd. + +_Leon._ Be satisfy'd! + +_Alon._ Yes, thy own mouth shall witness it against thee; +I will be satisfy'd. + +_Leon._ Of what? + +_Alon._ Of what? +How dar'st thou ask that question? Woman, woman, +Weak and assur'd at once! thus 'tis for ever. +Who told thee that thy virtue was suspected? +Who told thee I design'd upon thy life? +You found the dagger; but that could not speak: +Nor did I tell thee; who did tell thee then? +Guilt, conscious guilt! + +_Leon._ This to my face! Oh, heaven! + +_Alon._ This to thy very soul. + +_Leon._ Thou'rt not in earnest? + +_Alon._ Serious as death. + +_Leon._ Then heav'n have mercy on thee. +Till now, I struggled not to think it true; +I sought conviction, and would not believe it. +And dost thou force me? this shall not be borne +Thou shalt repent this insult. [_going._ + +_Alon._ Madam, stay. +Your passion's wise; 'tis a disguise for guilt: +You and your thousand arts shall not escape me. + +_Leon._ Arts? + +_Alon._ Arts! Confess; for death is in my hand. + +_Leon._ 'Tis in your words. + +_Alon._ Confess, confess, confess! +Nor tear my veins with passion to compel thee. + +_Leon._ I scorn to answer thee, presumptuous man! + +_Alon._ Deny then, and incur a fouler shame. +Where did I find this picture? + +_Leon._ Ha, don Carlos! +By my best hopes, more welcome than thy own. + +_Alon._ I know it; but is vice so very rank, +That thou shouldst dare to dash it in my face? +Nature is sick of thee, abandon'd woman! + +_Leon._ Repent. + +_Alon._ Is that for me? + +_Leon._ Fall, ask my pardon. + +_Alon._ Astonishment! + +_Leon._ Dar'st thou persist to think I am dishonest? + +_Alon._ I know thee so. + +_Leon._ This blow then to thy heart-- + +[_she stabs herself; he endeavours to prevent her._ + +_Alon._ Ho, Zanga! Isabella! ho! she bleeds! +Descend, ye blessed angels, to assist her! + +_Leon._ This is the only way I would wound thee, +Though most unjust. Now think me guilty still. + +_Enter Isabella._ + +_Alon._ Bear her to instant help. The world to save her. + +_Leon._ Unhappy man! well may'st thou gaze and tremble. +But fix thy terror and amazement right; +Not on my blood, but on thy own distraction. +What hast thou done? whom censur'd--Leonora! +When thou hadst censur'd, thou wouldst save her life: +Oh, inconsistent! should I live in shame, +Or stoop to any other means but this +T' assert my virtue? no: she who disputes, +Admits it possible she might be guilty. +While aught but truth could be my inducement to it, +While it might look like an excuse to thee, +I scorn'd to vindicate my innocence: +But now, I let thy rashness know, the wound +Which least I feel, is that my dagger made. + +[_exit Isabella, leading out Leonora._ + +_Alon._ Ha! was this woman guilty?--And if not-- +How my thoughts darken that way! grant, kind heaven, +That she prove guilty; or my being end. +Is that my hope, then?--Sure, the sacred dust +Of her that bore me trembles in its urn. + Is it in man the sore distress to bear, + When hope itself is blacken'd to despair? + When all the bliss I pant for, is to gain + In hell, a refuge from severer pain? [_exit._ + +_Re-enter Zanga._ + +_Zan._ How stands the great account 'twixt me and vengeance? +Though much is paid, yet still it owes me much, +And I will not abate a single groan-- +Ha! that were well--but that were fatal too-- +Why, be it so--Revenge so truly great, +Would come too cheap, if bought with less than life. + +_Re-enter Isabella._ + +_Isa._ Ah, Zanga, see me tremble! has not yet +Thy cruel heart its fill?--Poor Leonora-- + +_Zan._ Welters in blood, and gasps for her last breath. +What then? we all must die. + +_Isa._ Alonzo raves, +And, in the tempest of his grief, has thrice +Attempted on his life. At length, disarm'd, +He calls his friends, that save him, his worst foes, +And importunes the skies for swift perdition. +Thus in his storm of sorrow: after pause, +He started up, and call'd aloud for Zanga, +For Zanga rav'd; and see, he seeks you here, +To learn the truth which most he dreads to know. + +_Zan._ Begone. Now, now, my soul, consummate all. [_exit Isabella._ + +_Re-enter Alonzo._ + +_Alon._ Oh, Zanga! + +_Zan._ Do not tremble so; but speak. + +_Alon._ I dare not. [_falls on him._ + +_Zan._ You will drown me with your tears. + +_Alon._ Have I not cause? + +_Zan._ As yet, you have no cause. + +_Alon._ Dost thou too rave? + +_Zan._ Your anguish is to come: +You much have been abus'd. + +_Alon._ Abus'd! by whom? + +_Zan._ To know, were little comfort. + +_Alon._ Oh, 'twere much! + +_Zan._ Indeed! + +_Alon._ By heaven! Oh, give him to my fury! + +_Zan._ Born for your use, I live but to oblige you. +Know, then, 'twas--I. + +_Alon._ Am I awake? + +_Zan._ For ever. +Thy wife is guiltless--that's one transport to me; +And I, I let thee know it--that's another. +I urg'd don Carlos to resign his mistress, +I forg'd the letter, I dispos'd the picture; +I hated, I despis'd, and I destroy! + +_Alon._ Oh! [_swoons._ + +_Zan._ Why, this is well--why, this is blow for blow! +Where are you? crown me, shadow me with laurels, +Ye spirits which delight in just revenge! +Let Europe and her pallid sons go weep; +Let Afric and her hundred thrones rejoice: +Oh, my dear countrymen, look down and see +How I bestride your prostrate conqueror! +I tread on haughty Spain, and all her kings. +But this is mercy, this is my indulgence; +'Tis peace, 'tis refuge from my indignation. +I must awake him into horrors. Hoa! +Alonzo, hoa! the Moor is at the gate! +Awake, invincible, omnipotent! +Thou who dost all subdue! + +_Alon._ Inhuman slave! + +_Zan._ Fall'n Christian, thou mistak'st my character. +Look on me. Who am I? I know, thou say'st +The Moor, a slave, an abject, beaten slave: +(Eternal woes to him that made me so!) +But look again. Has six years' cruel bondage +Extinguish'd majesty so far, that nought +Shines here to give an awe of one above thee? +When the great Moorish king, Abdallah, fell, +Fell by thy hand accurs'd, I fought fast by him, +His son, though, through his fondness, in disguise, +Less to expose me to th' ambitious foe.-- +Ha! does it wake thee?--O'er my father's corse +I stood astride till I had clove thy crest; +And then was made the captive of a squadron, +And sunk into thy servant--But, oh! what, +What were my wages? Hear not heaven, nor earth! +My wages were a blow! by heaven, a blow! +And from a mortal hand! + +_Alon._ Oh, villain, villain! + +_Zan._ All strife is vain. [_showing a dagger._ + +_Alon._ Is thus my love return'd? +Is this my recompense? Make friends of tigers! +Lay not your young, oh, mothers, on the breast, +For fear they turn to serpents as they lie, +And pay you for their nourishment with death!-- +Carlos is dead, and Leonora dying! +Both innocent, both murder'd, both by me. + +_Zan._ Must I despise thee too, as well as hate thee? +Complain of grief, complain thou art a man.-- +Priam from fortune's lofty summit fell; +Great Alexander 'midst his conquests mourn'd; +Heroes and demi-gods have known their sorrows; +Cęsars have wept; and I have had--my blow: +But, 'tis reveng'd, and now my work is done. +Yet, ere I fall, be it one part of vengeance +To force thee to confess that I am just.-- +Thou seest a prince, whose father thou hast slain, +Whose native country thou hast laid in blood, +Whose sacred person (oh!) thou hast profan'd, +Whose reign extinguish'd--what was left to me, +So highly born? No kingdom, but revenge; +No treasure, but thy tortures and thy groans. +If men should ask who brought thee to thy end, +Tell them, the Moor, and they will not despise thee. +If cold white mortals censure this great deed, +Warn them, they judge not of superior beings, +Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, +With whom revenge is virtue. Fare thee well-- +Now, fully satisfied, I should take leave: +But one thing grieves me, since thy death is near, +I leave thee my example how to die. + +_As he is going to stab himself, Alonzo rushes upon him to prevent him. +In the mean time, enter Don Alvarez, attended. They disarm and seize +Zanga, Alonzo puts the dagger in his bosom._ + +_Alon._ No, monster, thou shalt not escape by death. +Oh, father! + +_Alv._ Oh, Alonzo!--Isabella, +Touch'd with remorse to see her mistress' pangs, +Told all the dreadful tale. + +_Alon._ What groan was that? + +_Zan._ As I have been a vulture to thy heart, +So will I be a raven to thine ear, +As true as ever snuff'd the scent of blood, +As ever flapp'd its heavy wing against +The window of the sick, and croak'd despair. +Thy wife is dead. [_Alvarez goes aside, and returns._ + +_Alv._ The dreadful news is true. + +_Alon._ Prepare the rack; invent new torments for him. + +_Zan._ This too is well. The fix'd and noble mind +Turns all occurrence to its own advantage; +And I'll make vengeance of calamity. +Were I not thus reduc'd, thou wouldst not know, +That, thus reduc'd, I dare defy thee still. +Torture thou may'st, but thou shall ne'er despise me. +The blood will follow where the knife is driven, +The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear, +And sighs and cries by nature grow on pain. +But these are foreign to the soul: not mine +The groans that issue, or the tears that fall; +They disobey me; on the rack I scorn thee, +As when my falchion clove thy helm in battle. + +_Alv._ Peace, villain! + +_Zan._ While I live, old man, I'll speak. +And, well I know, thou dar'st not kill me yet; +For that would rob thy blood-hounds of their prey. + +_Alon._ Who call'd Alonzo? + +_Alv._ No one call'd, my son. + +_Alon._ Again!--'Tis Carlos' voice, and I obey. +Oh, how I laugh at all that this can do! [_shows dagger._ +The wounds that pain'd, the wounds that murder'd me, +Were giv'n before; I am already dead; +This only marks my body for the grave. [_stabs himself._ +Afric, thou art reveng'd.--Oh, Leonora! [_dies._ + +_Zan._ Good ruffians, give me leave; my blood is yours, +The wheel's prepar'd, and you shall have it all. +Let me but look one moment on the dead, +And pay yourselves with gazing on my pangs. + [_he goes to Alonzo's body._ +Is this Alonzo? Where's the haughty mien? +Is that the hand which smote me? Heavens, how pale! +And art thou dead? So is my enmity. +I war not with the dust. The great, the proud, +The conqueror of Afric was my foe. +A lion preys not upon carcases. +This was thy only method to subdue me. +Terror and doubt fall on me: all thy good +Now blazes, all thy guilt is in the grave. +Never had man such funeral applause: +If I lament thee, sure thy worth was great. +Oh, vengeance, I have follow'd thee too far, +And to receive me, hell blows all her fires. [_exeunt._ + + +THE END. + + + + +Mr. Hughes, in his criticism on _Othello_, introduces the following +narrative, to which allusion is made in our remarks.--"The short story +I am going to tell is a just warning to those of jealous honour to look +about them, and begin to possess their souls as they ought; for no man +of spirit knows how terrible a creature he is, till he comes to be +provoked. + +"Don Alonzo, a Spanish nobleman, had a beautiful and virtuous wife, +with whom he had lived some years in great tranquillity. The gentleman, +however, was not free from the faults usually imputed to his nation; he +was proud, suspicious, and impetuous. He kept a Moor in his house, whom, +on a complaint from his lady, he had punished for a small offence with +the utmost severity. The slave vowed revenge, and communicated his +resolution to one of the lady's women, with whom he had lived in a +criminal way. This creature also hated her mistress, for she feared she +was observed by her; she therefore undertook to make Don Alonzo jealous, +by insinuating that the gardner was often admitted to his lady in private, +and promising to make him an eye witness of it. At a proper time, agreed +on between her and the Morisco, she sent a message to the gardner, that +his lady, having some hasty orders to give him, would have him come that +moment to her in her chamber. In the mean time she had placed Alonzo +privately in an outer room, that he might observe who passed that way. +It was not long before he saw the gardner appear. Alonzo had not patience, +but following him into the apartment, struck him at one blow with a dagger +to the heart; then dragging his lady by the hair, without inquiring +farther, he instantly killed her. + +"Here he paused, looking on the dead bodies with all the agitations +of a demon of revenge; when the wench who had occasioned these terrors, +distracted with remorse, threw herself at his feet, and in a voice of +lamentation, without sense of the consequence, repeated all her guilt. +Alonzo was overwhelmed with the violent passions at one instant, and +uttered the broken voices and motions of each of them for a moment; till +at last he recollected himself enough to end his agony of love, anger, +disdain, revenge, and remorse, by murdering the maid, the Moor, and +himself." + +_Maurice, +Fenchurch-street._ + + + * * * * * + +BOOKS +TO BE HAD AT +BAUDRY'S +_English, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese and German_ +LIBRARY, +No. 9, Rue du Coq-St. Honoré, Paris. + + fr. c. +CAMPBELL's Poetical Works, consisting of the Pleasures of Hope, +Gertrude of Wyoming, and other Poems: 1822, +1 vol. in-12. pap. fin, jolie édition, 4 0 + +LORD BYRON's Works, new edition, +5 vol. in-12. brochés, 12 0 + +SIR WALTER SCOTT's WORKS. +The Lady of the Lake, 1822, +1 vol. in-12. pap. vélin, jolie édition, 4 50 + +The Lay of the Last Minstrel, 1 vol. in-12. +vélin ordinaire, 3 0 +The same, beau pap. vélin, 5 0 +The Poetical Works, complete, in 7 vol. +in-12. portrait, br. 32 0 +The Monastery, 3 vol. in-12. 7 0 +Kenilworth, 2 vol. in-12. br. 9 0 +The Abbot, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 +Ivanhoe, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 +The same, 2 vol. in-8. br. 10 0 +Waverley, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 +The Pirate, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 +Guy Mannering, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 +The Antiquary, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 +The Fortunes of Nigel, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 + +MILTON's Poetical Works, 1822, 3 vol. +in-32. pap. vélin satiné, 10 0 + +POPE's Poetical Works, 1822, 3 vol. +in-32. pap. vélin satiné. 10 0 + +The BRITISH PROSE-WRITERS, with Biographical and Critical Prefaces, +in-32. pap. vélin satiné: containing, + +The Vicar of Wakefield, 1 vol. 3 0 +The Man of Feeling, 1 vol. 3 0 +Bacon's Essays, 1 vol. 3 0 +Sterne's Sentimental Journey, 1 vol. 3 0 +Montague's Letters, 1 vol. 3 0 +Gulliver's Travels, 2 vol. 6 0 +Junius's Letters, 2 vols. 6 0 + +LEVIZAC's Theoretical and Practical Grammar of the French Tongue. +8th édition, 1 vol. in-12. 4 0 + +BONIFACE's Learner's Guide to the English Tongue: +ou, Cours de Versions Anglaises, ą l'Usage des Commenēans, +1 vol. in-18. br. 1 80 + +POPPLETON's Guide Pratique pour traduire du Franēais en bon Anglais, +au moyen d'une Traduction Interlinéaire, 1820, +1 vol. in-8. br. 4 50 + + +JUST PUBLISHED, +The SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL, a Comedy by Sheridan. + + + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE + +Contemporary spellings have been retained throughout, including three +instances of "it's" in place of "its" in the introductory "Remarks". + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Revenge, by Edward Young + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE REVENGE *** + +***** This file should be named 30653-8.txt or 30653-8.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/0/6/5/30653/ + +Produced by Delphine Lettau and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Canada Team at http://www.pgdpcanada.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Revenge + A Tragedy + +Author: Edward Young + +Release Date: December 11, 2009 [EBook #30653] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE REVENGE *** + + + + +Produced by Delphine Lettau and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Canada Team at http://www.pgdpcanada.net + + + + + + +</pre> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<p> </p> +<div class="center"> +<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="4" summary="Illustration"> + <tr> + <td align="center"> + <a href="images/frontis.jpg"> + <img src="images/frontis.jpg" height="400" + alt="FRONTISPIECE" /></a> + </td> + </tr> +</table> +</div> + +<p> </p> +<hr class="narrow" /> +<p> </p> + +<h1>THE REVENGE.</h1> +<h3><i>A Tragedy,</i></h3> +<h5>IN FIVE ACTS.</h5> + +<h2><span class="wide">BY DR. YOUNG.</span></h2> +<p> </p> +<h5>CORRECTLY GIVEN,</h5> +<h3>AS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRES ROYAL.</h3> +<h5><i>With Remarks.</i></h5> + +<div class="center"> +<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="4" summary="Illustration"> + <tr> + <td align="center"> + <a href="images/tp.jpg"> + <img src="images/tp.jpg" height="230" + alt="THE_REVENGE" /></a> + </td> + </tr> +</table> +</div> + +<h3><i>London</i>:</h3> +<h5>Printed by D. S. Maurice, Fenchurch-street;<br /> +<br /> +SOLD BY<br /> +<br /> +T. HUGHES, 35, LUDGATE STREET, AND J. BYSH,<br /> +52, PATERNOSTER ROW;</h5> +<p> </p> +<hr class="narrow" /> +<p> </p> + +<h3>REMARKS.</h3> + +<p>This tragedy is the dramatic master-piece of it's +valuable author, but at first was not so successful +as Busiris and his other plays. Though similar, in +some degree, to the story of Shakspeare's <i>Othello</i>, +the motives for resentment in Zanga are of a more +noble and consistent nature, and the credulous +object of his deadly hatred more excusable and +more pitied in yielding to it's subtlety.</p> + +<p>There is great scope for talent in the character +of Zanga; but the whining nonsense of Alonzo +and Carlos would tire in any hands.</p> + +<p>We have inserted, on page 59, a narrative said +to have really happened in Spain a few years before +this piece was written;—it is so nearly followed +by Dr. Young in his admirable <i>Revenge</i>, as +to leave no doubt of having formed it's ground-work.</p> +<p> </p> + +<h3>DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table class="sm" style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" summary="characters"> +<tr><td align="left"> </td><td align="left"><span class="ind1">Covent Garden, 1814.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Don Alonzo</td><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Mr. Conway.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Don Carlos</td><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Mr. Hamerton.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Don Alvarez</td><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Mr. Murray.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Don Manuel</td><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Mr. Creswell.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Zanga</td><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Mr. Young.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left" valign="top">Officers</td><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Messrs. Brown, Grant, &c.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Leonora</td><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Mrs. Egerton.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Isabella</td><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Miss Logan.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center" colspan="2">SCENE—Spain.</td></tr> +</table> +</div> + +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> + +<h2>THE REVENGE.</h2> + +<h3>ACT THE FIRST.</h3> + +<h5>SCENE I.<span class="ind1">BATTLEMENTS, WITH A SEA PROSPECT.</span></h5> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter Zanga.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="center"> +<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="text"> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Whether first nature, or long want of peace,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Has wrought my mind to this, I cannot tell;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But horrors now are not displeasing to me:<span class="ind3">[<i>thunder.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I like this rocking of the battlements.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Rage on, ye winds; burst, clouds; and, waters, roar!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">You bear a just resemblance of my fortune,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And suit the gloomy habit of my soul.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Isabella.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Who's there? My love!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> Why have you left my bed?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Your absence more affrights me than the storm.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> The dead alone in such a night can rest,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And I indulge my meditation here.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Woman, away. I choose to be alone.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> I know you do, and therefore will not leave you;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Is this a night for walks of contemplation?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Something unusual hangs upon your heart,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And I will know it: by our loves, I will.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ask I too much to share in your distress?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> In tears? thou fool! then hear me, and be plung'd</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In hell's abyss, if ever it escape thee.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To strike thee with astonishment at once—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I hate Alonzo. First recover that,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And then thou shalt hear further.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> Hate Alonzo!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I own, I thought Alonzo most your friend,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And that he lost the master in that name.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Hear then. 'Tis twice three years since that great man</span><span class="ind1"> </span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">(Great let me call him, for he conquer'd me)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Made me the captive of his arm in fight.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He slew my father, and threw chains o'er me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">While I with pious rage pursu'd revenge.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I then was young; he plac'd me near his person,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And thought me not dishonour'd by his service.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">One day (may that returning day be night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The stain, the curse, of each succeeding year!)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For something, or for nothing, in his pride</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He struck me. (While I tell it, do I live?)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He smote me on the cheek—I did not stab him,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For that were poor revenge—E'er since, his folly</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Has strove to bury it beneath a heap</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of kindnesses, and thinks it is forgot.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Insolent thought! and like a second blow!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Affronts are innocent, where men are worthless;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And such alone can wisely drop revenge.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> But with more temper, Zanga, tell your story;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To see your strong emotions startles me.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Yes, woman, with the temper that befits it.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Has the dark adder venom? So have I</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When trod upon. Proud Spaniard, thou shalt feel me!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For from that day, that day of my dishonour,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">From that day have I curs'd the rising sun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Which never fail'd to tell me of my shame.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">From that day have I bless'd the coming night,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Which promis'd to conceal it; but in vain;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The blow return'd for ever in my dream.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Yet on I toil'd, and groan'd for an occasion</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of ample vengeance; none has yet arriv'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Howe'er, at present, I conceive warm hopes</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of what may wound him sore in his ambition,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Life of his life, and dearer than his soul.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">By nightly march he purpos'd to surprise</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The Moorish camp; but I have taken care</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">They shall be ready to receive his favour.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Failing in this, a cast of utmost moment,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Would darken all the conquests he has won.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> Just as I enter'd, an express arriv'd.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> To whom?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> His friend, don Carlos.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Be propitious,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh! Mahomet, on this important hour,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And give at length my famish'd soul revenge!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What is revenge, but courage to call in</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Our honour's debts, and wisdom to convert</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Others' self-love into our own protection?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But see, the morning dawn breaks in upon us;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I'll seek don Carlos, and inquire my fate.<span class="ind3">[<i>exeunt.</i></span></td></tr> +</table> +</div> + +<p> </p> +<h5>SCENE II. <span class="ind1">THE PALACE.</span></h5> + +<div class="center"> + <p class="noindent"> + <i>Enter Don Manuel and Don Carlos.</i> + </p> +</div> + +<div class="center"> +<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="text"> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Man.</i> My lord don Carlos, what brings your express?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Alonzo's glory, and the Moor's defeat.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The field is strew'd with twice ten thousand slain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Though he suspects his measures were betray'd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He'll soon arrive. Oh, how I long t' embrace</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The first of heroes, and the best of friends!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I lov'd fair Leonora long before</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The chance of battle gave me to the Moors,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">From whom so late Alonzo set me free;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And while I groan'd in bondage, I deputed</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">This great Alonzo, whom her father honours,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To be my gentle advocate in love,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To stir her heart, and fan its fires for me.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Man.</i> And what success?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Alas, the cruel maid—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Indeed her father, who, though high in court,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And pow'rful with the king, has wealth at heart</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To heal his devastations from the Moors,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Knowing I'm richly freighted from the east,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My fleet now sailing in the sight of Spain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">(Heav'n guard it safe through such a dreadful storm!)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Caresses me, and urges her to wed.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Man.</i> Her aged father, see,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Leads her this way.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> She looks like radiant truth,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Brought forward by the hand of hoary time—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">You to the port with speed; 'tis possible</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Some vessel is arriv'd. Heav'n grant it bring</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Tidings which Carlos may receive with joy!<span class="ind3">[<i>exit D. M.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Don Alvarez and Leonora.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alv.</i> Don Carlos, I am lab'ring in your favour</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">With all a parent's soft authority,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And earnest counsel.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Angels second you!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For all my bliss or mis'ry hangs on it.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alv.</i> Daughter, the happiness of life depends</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">On our discretion, and a prudent choice.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Look into those they call unfortunate,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And, closer view'd, you'll find they are unwise:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Some flaw in their own conduct lies beneath.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Don Carlos is of ancient, noble blood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And then his wealth might mend a prince's fortune.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For him the sun is lab'ring in the mines,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A faithful slave, and turning earth to gold:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">His keels are freighted with that sacred pow'r,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">By which e'en kings and emperors are made.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Sir, you have my good wishes, and I hope</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My daughter is not indispos'd to hear you.<span class="ind3">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Oh, Leonora! why art thou in tears?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Because I am less wretched than I was?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Before your father gave me leave to woo you,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Hush'd was your bosom, and your eye serene.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Think you my father too indulgent to me,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That he claims no dominion o'er my tears?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A daughter sure may be right dutiful,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Whose tears alone are free from a restraint.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Had I known this before it had been well:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I had not then solicited your father</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To add to my distress;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Have I not languish'd prostrate at thy feet?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Have I not liv'd whole days upon thy sight?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Have I not seen thee where thou hast not been?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And, mad with the idea, clasp'd the wind,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And doated upon nothing?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Court me not,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Good Carlos, by recounting of my faults,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And telling how ungrateful I have been.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Alas, my lord, if talking would prevail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I could suggest much better arguments</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Than those regards you threw away on me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Your valour, honour, wisdom, prais'd by all.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But bid physicians talk our veins to temper,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And with an argument new-set a pulse;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Then think, my lord, of reas'ning into love.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Must I despair then? do not shake me thus:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My temper-beaten heart is cold to death.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ah, turn, and let me warm me in thy beauties.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Heav'ns! what a proof I gave, but two nights past,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of matchless love! To fling me at thy feet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I slighted friendship, and I flew from fame;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nor heard the summons of the next day's battle:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But darting headlong to thy arms, I left</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The promis'd fight, I left Alonzo too,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To stand the war, and quell a world alone.<span class="ind3">[<i>trumpets.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> The victor comes. My lord, I must withdraw.</span><span class="ind2">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Don Alonzo.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Alonzo!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Carlos!—I am whole again;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Clasp'd in thy arms, it makes my heart entire.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Whom dare I thus embrace? The conqueror</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of Afric.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Yes, much more—Don Carlos' friend.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The conquest of the world would cost me dear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Should it beget one thought of distance in thee.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I rise in virtues to come nearer to thee.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I conquer with Don Carlos in mine eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And thus I claim my victory's reward.<span class="ind3">[<i>embraces him.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> A victory indeed! your godlike arm</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Has made one spot the grave of Africa;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Such numbers fell! and the survivors fled</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">As frighted passengers from off the strand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When the tempestuous sea comes roaring on them.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> 'Twas Carlos conquer'd, 'twas his cruel chains</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Inflam'd me to a rage unknown before,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And threw my former actions far behind.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> I love fair Leonora. How I love her!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Yet still I find (I know not how it is)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Another heart, another soul, for thee.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Zanga.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Manuel, my lord, returning from the port,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">On business both of moment and of haste,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Humbly begs leave to speak in private with you.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> In private!—Ha!—Alonzo, I'll return;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">No business can detain me long from thee.<span class="ind3">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> My lord Alonzo, I obey'd your orders.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Will the fair Leonora pass this way?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> She will, my lord, and soon.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Come near me, Zanga;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For I dare open all my heart to thee.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Never was such a day of triumph known!—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">There's not a wounded captive in my train,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That slowly follow'd my proud chariot wheels,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">With half a life, and beggary, and chains.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But is a god to me: I am most wretched.—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In his captivity, thou know'st, don Carlos,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My friend (and never was a friend more dear)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Deputed me his advocate in love,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To talk to Leonora's heart, and make</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A tender party in her thoughts for him.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What did I do?—I lov'd myself. Indeed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">One thing there is might lessen my offence</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">(If such offence admits of being lessen'd);</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I thought him dead; for (by what fate I know not)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">His letters never reach'd me.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Thanks to Zanga,</span><span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Who thence contriv'd that evil which has happen'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Yes, curs'd of heav'n! I lov'd myself, and now,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In a late action, rescu'd from the Moors,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I have brought home my rival in my friend.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> We hear, my lord, that in that action too,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Your interposing arm preserv'd his life.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> It did—with more than the expense of mine:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For, oh, this day is mention'd for their nuptials.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But see, she comes; I'll take my leave, and die.<span class="ind3">[<i>retires.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Hadst thou a thousand lives, thy death would please me.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Unhappy fate! my country overcome!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My six years' hope of vengeance quite expir'd!—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Would nature were—I will not fall alone:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But others' groans shall tell the world my death.<span class="ind3">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Leonora.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> When nature ends with anguish like to this,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Sinners shall take their last leave of the sun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And bid his light adieu.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> The mighty conqueror</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Dismay'd! I thought you gave the foe your sorrows.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, cruel insult! are those tears your sport,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Which nothing but a love for you could draw?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Afric I quell'd, in hope by that to purchase</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Your leave to sigh unscorn'd; but I complain not;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Twas but a world, and you are—Leonora.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> That passion which you boast of is your guilt,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A treason to your friend. You think mean of me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To plead your crimes as motives of my love.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> You, madam, ought to thank those crimes you blame!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis they permit you to be thus inhuman,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Without the censure both of earth and heav'n—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I fondly thought a last look might be kind.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Farewell for ever.—This severe behaviour</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Has, to my comfort, made it sweet to die.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Farewell for ever! Sweet to die! Oh, heav'n!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Alonzo, stay; you must not thus escape me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But hear your guilt at large.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, Leonora!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What could I do?—In duty to my friend,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I saw you; and to see is to admire.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For Carlos did I plead, and most sincerely.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Witness the thousand agonies it cost me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">You know I did; I sought but your esteem;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If that is guilt, an angel had been guilty.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> If from your guilt none suffer'd but yourself,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It might be so—Farewell.<span class="ind6">[<i>going.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Who suffers with me?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Enjoy your ignorance, and let me go.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> What mean these tears?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> I weep by chance; nor have my tears a meaning.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But, oh, when first I saw Alonzo's tears,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I knew their meaning well!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">[<i>Alonzo falls on his knees, and takes her hand.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Heav'ns! what is this? that excellence, for which</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Desire was planted in the heart of man;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Virtue's supreme reward on this side heav'n;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The cordial of my soul—and this destroys me—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Indeed, I flatter'd me that thou didst hate.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Alonzo, pardon me the injury</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of loving you. I struggled with my passion,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And struggled long: let that be some excuse.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Unkind! you know I think your love a blessing</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Beyond all human blessings! 'tis the price</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of sighs and groans, and a whole year of dying.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But, oh, the curse of curses!—Oh, my friend!—</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Alas!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> What says my love? speak, Leonora.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Was it for you, my lord, to be so quick</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In finding out objections to our love?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Think you so strong my love, or weak my virtue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It was unsafe to leave that part to me?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Is not the day then fix'd for your espousals?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Indeed, my father once had thought that way;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But marking how the marriage pain'd my heart,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Long he stood doubtful; but at last resolv'd</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Your counsel, which determines him in all,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Should finish the debate.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, agony!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Must I not only lose her, but be made</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Myself the instrument? not only die,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But plunge the dagger in my heart myself?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">This is refining on calamity.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> What, do you tremble lest you should be mine?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For what else can you tremble? not for that</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My father places in your power to alter.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> What's in my pow'r? oh, yes, to stab my friend!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> To stab your friend were barbarous indeed!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Spare him—and murder me.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> First perish all!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">No, Leonora, I am thine for ever.<span class="ind3">[<i>embraces her.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Hold, Alonzo,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And hear a maid whom doubly thou hast conquer'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I love thy virtue as I love thy person,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And I adore thee for the pains it gave me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But as I felt the pains, I'll reap the fruit;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I'll shine out in my turn, and show the world</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thy great example was not lost upon me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nay, never shrink; take back the bright example</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">You lately lent; Oh, take it while you may,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">While I can give it you, and be immortal!<span class="ind3">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> She's gone, and I shall see that face no more;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But pine in absence, and till death adore.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When with cold dew my fainting brow is hung,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And my eyes darken, from my falt'ring tongue</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Her name will tremble in a feeble moan,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And love with fate divide my dying groan.<span class="ind3">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +</table> +</div> +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> + +<h3>ACT THE SECOND.</h3> + +<h5>SCENE I.<span class="ind1">THE SAME.</span></h5> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter Don Manuel and Zanga.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="center"> +<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="text"> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> If this be true, I cannot blame your pain</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For wretched Carlos; 'tis but humane in you.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But when arriv'd your dismal news?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Man.</i> This hour.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> What, not a vessel sav'd?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Man.</i> All, all, the storm</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Devour'd; and now o'er his late envy'd fortune</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The dolphins bound, and wat'ry mountains roar,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Triumphant in his ruin.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Is Alvarez</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Determin'd to deny his daughter to him.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That treasure was on shore; must that too join</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The common wreck?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Man.</i> Alvarez pleads, indeed,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That Leonora's heart is disinclin'd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And pleads that only; so it was this morning,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When he coucurr'd: the tempest broke the match;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And sunk his favour, when it sunk the gold.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The love of gold is double in his heart;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The vice of age, and of Alvarez too.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> How does don Carlos bear it?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Man.</i> Like a man</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Whose heart feels most a human heart can feel,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And reasons best a human head can reason.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> But is he then in absolute despair?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Man.</i> Never to see his Leonora more.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And, quite to quench all future hope, Alvarez</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Urges Alonzo to espouse his daughter</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">This very day; for he has learn'd their loves.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Ha! was not that receiv'd with ecstasy</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">By don Alonzo?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Man.</i> Yes, at first; but soon</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A damp came o'er him, it would kill his friend.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Not if his friend consented: and since now</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He can't himself espouse her—</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Man.</i> Yet, to ask it</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Has something shocking to a gen'rous mind;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">At least, Alonzo's spirit startles at it.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Wide is the distance between our despair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And giving up a mistress to another.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But I must leave you. Carlos wants support</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In his severe affliction.<span class="ind6">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Ha, it dawns!—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It rises to me, like a new-found world</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To mariners long time distress'd at sea,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Sore from a storm, and all their viands spent;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Or like the sun just rising out of chaos,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Some dregs of ancient night not quite purg'd off.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But shall I finish it?—Hoa, Isabella!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Isabella.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I thought of dying; better things come forward;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Vengeance is still alive! from her dark covert,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">With all her snakes erect upon her crest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">She stalks in view, and fires me with her charms.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When, Isabella, arriv'd don Carlos here?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> Two nights ago.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> That was the very night</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Before the battle—Mem'ry, set down that;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It has the essence of a crocodile,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Though yet but in the shell—I'll give it birth—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What time did he return?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> At midnight.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> So—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Say, did he see that night his Leonora?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> No, my good lord.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> No matter—tell me, woman,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Is not Alonzo rather brave than cautious,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Honest than subtle, above fraud himself,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Slow, therefore, to suspect it in another?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> You best can judge; but so the world thinks of him.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Why, that was well—go, fetch my tablets hither.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">[<i>exit Isabella.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Two nights ago my father's sacred shade</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thrice stalk'd around my bed, and smil'd upon me:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He smil'd, a joy then little understood—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It must be so—and if so, it is vengeance</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Worth waking of the dead for.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Re-enter Isabella, with the tablets; Zanga writes,</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>then reads as to himself.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thus it stands—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The father's fix'd—Don Carlos cannot wed—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Alonzo may—but that will hurt his friend—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nor can he ask his leave—or, if he did,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He might not gain it—It is hard to give</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Our own consent to ills, though we must bear them.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Were it not then a master-piece worth all</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The wisdom I can boast, first to persuade</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Alonzo to request it of his friend,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">His friend to grant—then from that very grant,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The strongest proof of friendship man can give</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">(And other motives), to work out a cause</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of jealousy, to rack Alonzo's peace?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I have turn'd o'er the catalogue of human woes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Which sting the heart of man, and find none equal.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It is the hydra of calamities,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The sev'nfold death; the jealous are the damn'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, jealousy, each other passion's calm</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To thee, thou conflagration of the soul!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thou king of torments, thou grand counterpoise</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For all the transports beauty can inspire!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> Alonzo comes this way.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Most opportunely.—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Withdraw.<span class="ind8">[<i>exit Isabella.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Don Alonzo.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My lord, I give you joy.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Of what, good Zanga?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Is not the lovely Leonora yours?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> What will become of Carlos?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> He's your friend;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And since he can't espouse the fair himself,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Will take some comfort from Alonzo's fortune.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Alas, thou little know'st the force of love!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Love reigns a sultan with unrival'd sway;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Puts all relations, friendship's self to death,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If once he's jealous of it. I love Carlos;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Yet well I know what pangs I felt this morning</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">At his intended nuptials. For myself</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I then felt pains, which now for him I feel.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> You will not wed her then?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Not instantly.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Insult his broken heart the very moment!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> I understand you: but you'll wed hereafter,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When your friend's gone, and his first pain assuag'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Am I to blame in that?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> My lord, I love</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Your very errors; they are born from virtue.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Your friendship (and what nobler passion claims</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The heart?) does lead you blindfold to your ruin.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Consider, wherefore did Alvarez break</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Don Carlos' match, and wherefore urge Alonzo's?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Twas the same cause, the love of wealth. To-morrow</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">May see Alonzo in don Carlos' fortune;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A higher bidder is a better friend,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And there are princes sigh for Leonora.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When your friend's gone, you'll wed; why, then the cause</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Which gives you Leonora now, will cease.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Carlos has lost her; should you lose her too,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Why, then you heap new torments on your friend,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">By that respect which labour'd to relieve him—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis well, he is disturb'd; it makes him pause.<span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Think'st thou, my Zanga, should I ask don Carlos,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">His goodness would consent that I should wed her?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> I know, it would.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> But then the cruelty</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To ask it, and for me to ask it of him!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Methinks, you are severe upon your friend.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Who was it gave him liberty and life?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> That is the very reason which forbids it.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Were I a stranger I could freely speak:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In me it so resembles a demand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Exacting of a debt, it shocks my nature.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> My lord, you know the sad alternative.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Is Leonora worth one pang or not?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It hurts not me, my lord, but as I love you:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Warmly as you I wish don Carlos well;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But I am likewise don Alonzo's friend:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">There all the diff'rence lies between us two.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In me, my lord, you hear another self;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And, give me leave to add, a better too,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Clear'd from those errors, which, though caus'd by virtue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Are such as may hereafter give you pain—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Don Lopez of Castile would not demur thus.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Perish the name! What, sacrifice the fair</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To age and ugliness, because set in gold?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I'll to don Carlos, if my heart will let me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I have not seen him since his sore affliction;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But shunn'd it, as too terrible to bear.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How shall I bear it now? I'm struck already.<span class="ind3">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Half of my work is done. I must secure</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Don Carlos, ere Alonzo speak with him.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">[<i>he gives a message to a Servant, then returns.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Proud, hated Spain, oft drench'd in Moorish blood!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Dost thou not feel a deadly foe within thee?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Shake not the tow'rs where'er I pass along,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Conscious of ruin, and their great destroyer?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Shake to the centre, if Alonzo's dear.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Look down, oh, holy prophet! see me torture</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">This Christian dog, this infidel, who dares</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To smite thy votaries, and spurn thy law;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And yet hopes pleasure from two radiant eyes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Which look as they were lighted up for thee!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Shall he enjoy thy paradise below?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Blast the bold thought, and curse him with her charms!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But see, the melancholy lover comes.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Don Carlos.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Hope, thou hast told me lies from day to day</span>,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For more than twenty years; vile promiser!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">None here are happy, but the very fool,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Or very wise: I am not fool enough</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To smile in vanities, and hug a shadow;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nor have I wisdom to elaborate</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">An artificial happiness from pains:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ev'n joys are pains, because they cannot last.<span class="ind3">[<i>sighs.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How many lift the head, look gay and smile,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Against their consciences? And this we know,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Yet, knowing, disbelieve, and try again</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What we have try'd, and struggle with conviction.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Each new experience gives the former credit;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And rev'rend grey threescore is but a voucher,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That thirty told us true.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> My noble lord,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I mourn your fate: but are no hopes surviving?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> No hopes. Alvarez has a heart of steel.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis fix'd—'tis past—'tis absolute despair!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> You wanted not to have your heart made tender,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">By your own pains, to feel a friend's distress.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> I understand you well. Alonzo loves;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I pity him.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> I dare be sworn you do.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Yet he has other thoughts.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> What canst thou mean?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Indeed he has; and fears to ask a favour</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A stranger from a stranger might request;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What costs you nothing, yet is all to him:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nay, what indeed will to your glory add,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For nothing more than wishing your friend well.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> I pray be plain; his happiness is mine.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> He loves to death; but so reveres his friend,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He can't persuade his heart to wed the maid</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Without your leave, and that he fears to ask.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In perfect tenderness I urg'd him to it.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Knowing the deadly sickness of his heart,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Your overflowing goodness to your friend,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Your wisdom, and despair yourself to wed her,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I wrung a promise from him he would try:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And now I come, a mutual friend to both,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Without his privacy, to let you know it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And to prepare you kindly to receive him.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Ha! if he weds, I am undone indeed;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Not don Alvarez' self can then relieve me.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Alas, my lord, you know his heart is steel:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">"'Tis fixed, 'tis past, 'tis absolute despair."</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Oh, cruel heav'n! and is it not enough</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That I must never, never see her more?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Say, is it not enough that I must die;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But I must be tormented in the grave?—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ask my consent!—Must I then give her to him?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Lead to his nuptial sheets the blushing maid?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh!—Leonora! never, never, never!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> A storm of plagues upon him! he refuses.</span><span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> What, wed her—and to-day?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> To-day, or never.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To-morrow may some wealthier lover bring,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And then Alonzo is thrown out like you:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Then whom shall he condemn for his misfortune?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Carlos is an Alvarez to his love.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Oh, torment! whither shall I turn?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> To peace.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Which is the way?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> His happiness is yours——</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I dare not disbelieve you.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Kill my friend!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Or worse—Alas! and can there be a worse?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A worse there is: nor can my nature bear it.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> You have convinc'd me 'tis a dreadful task.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I find Alonzo's quitting her this morning</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For Carlos' sake, in tenderness to you,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Betray'd me to believe it less severe</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Than I perceive it is.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Thou dost upbraid me.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> No, my good lord; but since you can't comply,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis my misfortune that I mention'd it;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For had I not, Alonzo would indeed</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Have died, as now, but not by your decree.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> By my decree! Do I decree his death?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I do—Shall I then lead her to his arms?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, which side shall I take? Be stabb'd, or—stab?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis equal death! a choice of agonies!——</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ah, no!—all other agonies are ease</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To one—O Leonora!—never, never!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Go, Zanga, go, defer the dreadful trial,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Though but a day; something, perchance, may happen</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To soften all to friendship and to love.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Go, stop my friend, let me not see him now;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But save us from an interview of death.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> My lord, I'm bound in duty to obey you——</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If I not bring him, may Alonzo prosper!<span class="ind3">[<i>aside, exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> What is this world?—Thy school, oh, misery!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Our only lesson is to learn to suffer;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And he who knows not that was born for nothing.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But put it most severely—should I live—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Live long—alas, there is no length in time!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nor in thy time, oh, man!—What's fourscore years</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nay, what, indeed, the age of time itself,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Since cut from out eternity's wide round?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Yet Leonora—she can make time long,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Its nature alter, as she alter'd mine.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">While in the lustre of her charms I lay,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Whole summer suns roll'd unperceiv'd away;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">I years for days, and days for moments, told,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And was surpris'd to hear that I grew old.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Now fate does rigidly its dues regain,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And ev'ry moment is an age of pain.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Zanga and Don Alonzo; Zanga stops Don Carlos.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Is this don Carlos? this the boasted friend?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How can you turn your back upon his sadness?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Look on him, and then leave him if you can.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> I cannot yield; nor can I bear his griefs.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Alonzo!<span class="ind3">[<i>goes to him, and takes his hand.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, Carlos!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Pray, forbear.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Art thou undone, and shall Alonzo smile?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Alonzo, who, perhaps, in some degree</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Contributed to cause thy dreadful fate?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I was deputed guardian of thy love;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But, oh! I lov'd myself! Pour down, afflictions!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">On this devoted head; make me your mark;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And be the world by my example taught,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How sacred it should hold the name of friend.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> You charge yourself unjustly: well I know</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The only cause of my severe affliction.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Alvarez, curs'd Alvarez!—So much anguish</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Felt for so small a failure, is one merit</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Which faultless virtue wants. The crime was mine,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Who plac'd thee there, where only thou couldst fail;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Though well I knew that dreadful post of honour</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I gave thee to maintain. Ah! who could bear</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Those eyes unhurt? The wounds myself have felt</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">(Which wounds alone should cause me to condemn thee,)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">They plead in thy excuse; for I too strove</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To shun those fires, and found 'twas not in man.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> You cast in shades the failure of a friend,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And soften all; but think not you deceive me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I know my guilt, and I implore your pardon,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">As the sole glimpse I can obtain of peace.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Pardon for him, who but this morning threw</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Fair Leonora from his heart, all bath'd</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In ceaseless tears, and blushing for her love!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Who, like a rose-leaf wet with morning dew,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Would have stuck close, and clung for ever there!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But 'twas in thee, through fondness for thy friend,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To shut thy bosom against ecstacies;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For which, while this pulse beats, it beats to thee;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">While this blood flows, it flows for my Alonzo,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And every wish is levell'd at thy joy.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> [<i>to Alon.</i>] My lord, my lord, this is your time to speak.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> [<i>to Zan.</i>] Because he's kind? It therefore is the worst;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Do I not see him quite possess'd with anguish,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And shall I pour in new? No, fond desire;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">No, love: one pang at parting, and farewell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I have no other love but Carlos now.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Alas! my friend, why with such eager grasp</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Dost press my hand, and weep upon my cheek?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> If, after death, our forms (as some believe)</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Shall be transparent, naked every thought,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And friends meet friends, and read each other's hearts,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thou'lt know one day that thou wast held most dear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Farewell.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Alonzo, stop—he cannot speak—</span><span class="ind3">[<i>holds him.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Lest it should grieve me—Shall I be outdone?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And lose in glory, as I lose in love?<span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I take it much unkindly, my Alonzo,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">You think so meanly of me not to speak,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When well I know your heart is near to bursting.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Have you forgot how you have bound me to you?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Your smallest friendship's liberty and life.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> There, there it is, my friend; it cuts me there.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How dreadful is it to a generous mind</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To ask, when sure it cannot be deny'd!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> How greatly thought! In all he towers above me.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">[<i>aside.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Then you confess you would ask something of me?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> No, on my soul.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> [<i>to Alon.</i>] Then lose her.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Glorious spirit!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Why, what a pang has he run through for this!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">By heaven, I envy him his agonies.<span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My Alonzo!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Since thy great soul disdains to make request,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Receive with favour that I make to thee.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> What means my Carlos?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Pray observe me well.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Fate and Alvarez tore her from my heart,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And, plucking up my love, they had well nigh</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Pluck'd up life too, for they were twin'd together.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of that no more—What now does reason bid?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I cannot wed—Farewell, my happiness!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But, O my soul, with care provide for hers!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In life, how weak, how helpless, is a woman!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Take then my heart in dowry with the fair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Be thou her guardian, and thou must be mine;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Shut out the thousand pressing ills of life</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">With thy surrounding arms—Do this, and then</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Set down the liberty and life thou gav'st me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">As little things, as essays of thy goodness,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And rudiments of friendship so divine.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> There is a grandeur in thy goodness to me,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Which with thy foes would render thee ador'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> I do not part with her, I give her thee.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> O, Carlos!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But think not words were ever made</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For such occasions. Silence, tears, embraces,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Are languid eloquence; I'll seek relief</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In absence from the pain of so much goodness,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">There, thank the blest above, thy sole superiors,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Adore, and raise my thoughts of them by thee.<span class="ind3">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Thus far success has crown'd my boldest hope.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My next care is to hasten these new nuptials,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And then my master-works begin to play.<span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Why that was greatly done, without one sigh<span class="ind2">[<i>to Car.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To carry such a glory to its period.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Car.</i> Too soon thou praisest me. He's gone, and now</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I must unsluice my over-burden'd heart,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And let it flow. I would not grieve my friend</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">With tears; nor interrupt my great design;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Great, sure, as ever human breast durst think of.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But now my sorrows, long with pain supprest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Burst their confinement with impetuous sway,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">O'er-swell all bounds, and bear e'en life away:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">So till the day was won, the Greek renown'd</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">With anguish wore the arrow in his wound,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Then drew the shaft from out his tortur'd side,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Let gush the torrent of his blood, and dy'd.</span><span class="ind2">[<i>exeunt.</i></span></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> + +<h3>ACT THE THIRD.</h3> + +<h5>SCENE I.</h5> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter Zanga.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="center"> +<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="text"> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> O joy, thou welcome stranger! twice three years</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I have not felt thy vital beam; but now</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It warms my veins, and plays around my heart:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A fiery instinct lifts me from the ground,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And I could mount!—the spirits numberless</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of my dear countrymen, which yesterday</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Left their poor bleeding bodies on the field,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Are all assembled here, and o'er-inform me.—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">O, bridegroom! great indeed thy present bliss;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Yet even by me unenvy'd! for be sure</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It is thy last, thy last smile, that which now</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Sits on thy cheek; enjoy it while thou may'st;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Anguish, and groans, and death, bespeak to-morrow.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Isabella.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My Isabella!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> What commands my Moor?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> My fair ally! my lovely minister!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Twas well, Alvarez, by my arts impell'd</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">(To plunge don Carlos in the last despair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And so prevent all future molestation),</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Finish'd the nuptials soon as he resolv'd them;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">This conduct ripen'd all for me and ruin.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Scarce had the priest the holy rites perform'd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When I, by sacred inspiration, forg'd</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That letter which I trusted to thy hand;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That letter, which in glowing terms conveys,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">From happy Carlos to fair Leonora,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The most profound acknowledgement of heart,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For wondrous transports which he never knew.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">This is a good subservient artifice,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To aid the nobler workings of my brain.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> I quickly dropp'd it in the bride's apartment,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">As you commanded.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> With a lucky hand;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For soon Alonzo found it; I observ'd him</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">From out my secret stand. He took it up;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But scarce was it unfolded to his sight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When he, as if an arrow pierc'd his eye,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Started, and trembling dropp'd it on the ground.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Pale and aghast awhile my victim stood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Disguis'd a sigh or two, and puff'd them from him;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Then rubb'd his brow and took it up again.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">At first he look'd as if he meant to read it;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But check'd by rising fears he crush'd it thus,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And thrust it, like an adder, in his bosom.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> But if he read it not, it cannot sting him,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">At least not mortally.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> At first I thought so;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But farther thought informs me otherwise,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And turns this disappointment to account.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">This, Isabella, is don Carlos' picture;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Take it, and so dispose of it, that found,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It may raise up a witness of her love;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Under her pillow, in her cabinet,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Or elsewhere, as shall best promote our end.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> I'll weigh it as its consequence requires,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Then do my utmost to deserve your smile.<span class="ind3">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Is that Alonzo prostrate on the ground?—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Now he starts up like flame from sleeping embers,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And wild distraction glares from either eye.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If thus a slight surmise can work his soul,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How will the fulness of the tempest tear him?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Don Alonzo.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> And yet it cannot be—I am deceiv'd—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I injure her: she wears the face of heaven.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> He doubts.</span><span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> I dare not look on this again.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If the first glance, which gave suspicion only,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Had such effect, so smote my heart and brain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The certainty would dash me all in pieces.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It cannot—Ha! it must, it must be true.<span class="ind3">[<i>starts.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Hold there, and we succeed. He has descry'd me.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And (for he thinks I love him) will unfold</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">His aching heart, and rest it on my counsel.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I'll seem to go, to make my stay more sure.<span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Hold, Zanga, turn.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> My lord.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Shut close the doors,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That not a spirit find an entrance here.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> My lord's obey'd.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> I see that thou art frighted.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If thou dost love me, I shall fill thy heart</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">With scorpions' stings.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> If I do love, my lord?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Come near me, let me rest upon thy bosom;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">(What pillow like the bosom of a friend?)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For I am sick at heart.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Speak, sir, O, speak,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And take me from the rack.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> I am most happy: mine is victory,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Mine the king's favour, mine the nation's shout,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And great men make their fortunes of my smiles.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">O curse of curses! in the lap of blessing</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To be most curst!—My Leonora's false!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Save me, my lord!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> My Leonora's false!</span><span class="ind3">[<i>gives him the letter.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Then heaven has lost its image here on earth.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">[<i>while Zanga reads the letter, he trembles, and<br /> +shows the utmost concern.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Good-natur'd man! he makes my pains his own.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I durst not read it; but I read it now</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In thy concern.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Did you not read it then?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Mine eye just touch'd it, and could bear no more.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Thus perish all that gives Alonzo pain!</span><span class="ind1">[<i>tears the letter.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Why didst thou tear it?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Think of it no more.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Twas your mistake, and groundless are your fears.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> And didst thou tremble then for my mistake?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Or give the whole contents, or by the pangs</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That feed upon my heart, thy life's in danger.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Is this Alonzo's language to his Zanga?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Draw forth your sword, and find the secret here.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For whose sake is it, think you, I conceal it?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Wherefore this rage? Because I seek your peace?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I have no interest in suppressing it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But what good-natur'd tenderness for you</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Obliges me to have. Not mine the heart</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That will be rent in two. Not mine the fame</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That will be damn'd, though all the world should know it.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Then my worst fears are true, and life is past.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> What has the rashness of my passion utter'd?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I know not what; but rage is our destruction,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And all its words are wind—Yet sure, I think,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I nothing own'd—but grant I did confess,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What is a letter? letters may be forg'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For heav'n's sweet sake, my lord, lift up your heart.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Some foe to your repose—</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> So, heaven look on me,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">As I can't find the man I have offended.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Indeed! [<i>aside</i>]—Our innocence is not our shield.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">They take offence, who have not been offended;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">They seek our ruin too, who speak us fair,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And death is often ambush'd in their smiles.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis certain</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A letter may be forg'd, and in a point</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of such a dreadful consequence as this,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">One would rely on nought that might be false—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Think, have you any other cause to doubt her?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Away, you can find none. Resume your spirit;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">All's well again.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh that it were!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> It is;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For who could credit that, which, credited,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Makes hell superfluous by superior pains,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Without such proofs as cannot be withstood?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Has she not ever been to virtue train'd?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Is not her fame as spotless as the sun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Her sex's envy, and the boast of Spain?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> O, Zanga! it is that confounds me most,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That, full in opposition to appearance—</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> No more, my lord, for you condemn yourself.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What is absurdity, but to believe</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Against appearance!—You can't yet, I find,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Subdue your passion to your better sense;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And, truth to tell, it does not much displease me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis fit our indiscretions should be check'd</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">With some degree of pain.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> What indiscretion?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Come, you must bear to hear your faults from me.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Had you not sent don Carlos to the court</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The night before the battle, that foul slave,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Who forg'd the senseless scroll which gives you pain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Had wanted footing for his villany.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> I sent him not.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Not send him!—Ha!—That strikes me.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I thought he came on message to the king.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Is there another cause could justify</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">His shunning danger, and the promis'd fight?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But I perhaps may think too rigidly;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">So long an absence, and impatient love—</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> In my confusion, that had quite escap'd me.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">By heaven, my wounded soul does bleed afresh;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis clear as day—for Carlos is so brave,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He lives not but on fame, he hunts for danger,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And is enamour'd of the face of death.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How then could he decline the next day's battle,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But for the transports?—Oh, it must be so—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Inhuman! by the loss of his own honour,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To buy the ruin of his friend!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> You wrong him;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He knew not of your love.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Ha!—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> That stings home.</span><span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Indeed, he knew not of my treacherous love—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Proofs rise on proofs, and still the last the strongest.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Love is my torture, love was first my crime;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For she was his, my friend's, and he (O horror!)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Confided all in me. O sacred faith!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How dearly I abide thy violation!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Were then their loves far gone?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> The father's will</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">There bore a total sway; and he, as soon</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">As news arriv'd that Carlos' fleet was seen</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">From off our coast, fir'd with the love of gold,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Determin'd that the very sun which saw</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Carlos' return, should see his daughter wed.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Indeed, my lord; then you must pardon me,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If I presume to mitigate the crime.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Consider, strong allurements soften guilt;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Long was his absence, ardent was his love,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">At midnight his return, the next day destin'd</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For his espousals—'twas a strong temptation.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Temptation!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> 'Twas but gaining of one night.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> One night!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> That crime could ne'er return again.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Again! By heaven, thou dost insult thy lord.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Temptation! One night gain'd! O stings and death!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And am I then undone? Alas, my Zanga!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And dost thou own it too? Deny it still,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And rescue me one moment from distraction.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> My lord, I hope the best.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> False, foolish hope, thou know'st it false;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It is as glaring as the noon-tide sun.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Devil!—This morning, after three years' coldness,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To rush at once into a passion for me!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Twas time to feign, 'twas time to get another,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When her first fool was sated with her beauties.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> What says my lord? Did Leonora then</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Never before disclose her passion for you?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Never.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Throughout the whole three years?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> O never! never!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Why, Zanga, shouldst thou strive? 'Tis all in vain:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Though thy soul labours, it can find no reed</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For hope to catch at. Ah! I'm plunging down</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ten thousand thousand fathoms in despair.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Hold, sir, I'll break your fall—wave ev'ry fear,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And be a man again—Had he enjoy'd her,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Be most assur'd, he had resign'd her to you</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">With less reluctance.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Ha! Resign'd her to me!—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Resign her!—Who resign'd her?—Double death!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How could I doubt so long? My heart is broke.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">First love her to distraction! then resign her!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> But was it not with utmost agony?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Grant that, he still resign'd her; that's enough.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Would he pluck out his eye to give it me?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Tear out his heart?—She was his heart no more—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nor was it with reluctance he resign'd her;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">By heav'n, he ask'd, he courted, me to wed.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I thought it strange; 'tis now no longer so.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Was't his request? Are you right sure of that?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I fear the letter was not all a tale.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> A tale! There's proof equivalent to sight.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> I should distrust my sight on this occasion.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> And so should I; by heav'n, I think I should.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What, Leonora! the divine, by whom</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">We guess'd at angels! Oh! I'm all confusion.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> You now are too much ruffled to think clearly.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Since bliss and horror, life and death, hang on it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Go to your chamber, there maturely weigh</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Each circumstance; consider, above all,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That it is jealousy's peculiar nature</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To swell small things to great; nay, out of nought</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To conjure much, and then to lose its reason</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Amid the hideous phantoms it has form'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Had I ten thousand lives, I'd give them all</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To be deceiv'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And yet she seem'd so pure, that I thought heav'n</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Borrow'd her form for virtue's self to wear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To gain her lovers with the sons of men.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">O, Leonora! Leonora!<span class="ind6">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Re-enter Isabella.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Thus far it works auspiciously. My patient</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thrives, underneath my hand, in misery.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He's gone to think; that is, to be distracted.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> I overheard your conference, and saw you,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To my amazement, tear the letter.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> There,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">There, Isabella, I out-did myself.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For, tearing it, I not secure it only</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In its first force, but superadd a new.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For who can now the character examine</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To cause a doubt, much less detect the fraud?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And after tearing it, as loth to show</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The foul contents, if I should swear it now</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A forgery, my lord would disbelieve me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nay, more, would disbelieve the more I swore.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But is the picture happily dispos'd of?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> It is.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> That's well—Ah! what is well? O pang to think!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">O dire necessity! is this my province?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Whither, my soul! ah! whither art thou sunk?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Does this become a soldier? this become</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Whom armies follow'd, and a people lov'd?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My martial glory withers at the thought.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But great my end; and since there are no other,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">These means are just, they shine with borrow'd light,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Illustrious from the purpose they pursue.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And greater sure my merit, who, to gain</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">A point sublime, can such a task sustain;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">To wade through ways obscene, my honour bend,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And shock my nature, to attain my end.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Late time shall wonder; that my joys will raise:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">For wonder is involuntary praise.</span><span class="ind3">[<i>exeunt.</i></span></td></tr> +</table> +</div> +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> + +<h3>ACT THE FOURTH.</h3> + +<h5>SCENE I.</h5> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter Don Alonzo and Zanga.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="center"> +<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="text"> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, what a pain to think! when ev'ry thought,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Perplexing thought, in intricacies runs,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And reason knits th' inextricable toil,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In which herself is taken!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">No more I'll bear this battle of the mind,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">This inward anarchy; but find my wife</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And, to her trembling heart presenting death,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Force all the secret from her.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> O, forbear!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">You totter on the very brink of ruin.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> What dost thou mean?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> That will discover all,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And kill my hopes. What can I think or do?<span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> What, dost thou murmur?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Force the secret from her!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What's perjury to such a crime as this?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Will she confess it then? O, groundless hope!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But rest assur'd, she'll make this accusation,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Or false or true, your ruin with the king;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Such is her father's pow'r.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> No more, I care not;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Rather than groan beneath this load, I'll die.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> But for what better will you change this load?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Grant you should know it, would not that be worse?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> No; it would cure me of my mortal pangs</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">By hatred and contempt: I should despise her,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And all my love-bred agonies would vanish.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Ah! were I sure of that, my lord—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> What then?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> You should not hazard life to gain the secret.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> What dost thou mean? thou know'st I'm on the rack.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I'll not be play'd with; speak, if thou hast aught,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Or I this instant fly to Leonora.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> That is, to death. My lord, I am not yet</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Quite so far gone in guilt to suffer it;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Though gone too far, heav'n knows—'Tis I am guilty;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I have took pains, as you, I know, observ'd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To hinder you from diving in the secret,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And turn'd aside your thoughts from the detection.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Thou dost confound me.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> I confound myself;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And frankly own, though to my shame I own it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nought but your life in danger could have torn</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The secret out, and made me own my crime.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Speak quickly, Zanga, speak.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Not yet, dread sir:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">First, I must be assur'd, that if you find</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The fair one guilty, scorn, as you assur'd me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Shall conquer love and rage, and heal your soul.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh! 't will, by heav'n.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Alas! I fear it much,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And scarce can hope so far; but I of this</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Exact your solemn oath, that you'll abstain</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">From all self-violence, and save my lord.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> I trebly swear.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> You'll bear it like a man?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> A god.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Such have you been to me, these tears confess it;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And pour'd forth miracles of kindness on me:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And what amends is now within my pow'r,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But to confess, expose myself to justice,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And as a blessing claim my punishment?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Know then, don Carlos—</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> You cannot bear it.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Go on, I'll have it, though it blast mankind;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I'll have it all, and instantly. Go on.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Don Carlos did return at dead of night—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That night, by chance (ill chance for me) did I</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Command the watch that guards the palace gate.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He told me he had letters for the king,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Despatch'd from you.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> The villain lied!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> My lord,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I pray, forbear—Transported at his sight,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">After so long a bondage, and your friend,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">(Who could suspect him of an artifice?)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">No farther I inquir'd, but let him pass,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">False to my trust, at least imprudent in it.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Our watch reliev'd, I went into the garden,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">As is my custom, when the night's serene,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And took a moon-light walk: when soon I heard</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A rustling in an arbour that was near me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I saw two lovers in each other's arms,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Embracing and embrac'd. Anon the man</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Arose; and, falling back some paces from her,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Gaz'd ardently awhile, then rush'd at once,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And, throwing all himself into her bosom,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">There softly sigh'd, "Oh, night of ecstasy!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When shall we meet again?"—Don Carlos then</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Led Leonora forth.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, oh, my heart!</span><span class="ind3">[<i>he sinks into a chair.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Groan on, and with the sound refresh my soul!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis through his heart; his knees smite one another:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis through his brain; his eye-balls roll in anguish.<span class="ind2">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My lord, my lord, why will you rack my soul?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, she was all!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My fame, my friendship, and my love of arms,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">All stoop'd to her; my blood was her possession.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Deep in the secret foldings of my heart</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">She liv'd with life, and far the dearer she:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To think on't is the torment of the damn'd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And not to think on't is impossible.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> You said you'd bear it like a man.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> I do.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Am I not most distracted?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Pray, be calm.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> As hurricanes:—be thou assur'd of that.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Is this the wise Alonzo?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Villain, no:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He died in the arbour—he was murder'd there!—</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Alas! he weeps.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Go, dig her grave!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> My lord!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> But that her blood's too hot, I would carouse it</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Around my bridal board!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> And I would pledge thee.</span><span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> But I may talk too fast. Pray let me think,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And reason mildly.—Wedded and undone</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Before one night descends.—Oh, hasty evil!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What friend to comfort me in my extreme!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Where's Carlos? why is Carlos absent from me?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Does he know what has happen'd?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> My lord!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, villain, villain, most accurst!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If thou didst know it, why didst let me wed?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Hear me, my lord; your anger will abate.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I knew it not:—I saw them in the garden;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But saw no more than you might well expect</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To see in lovers destin'd for each other.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">By heav'n, I thought their meeting innocent.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Who could suspect fair Leonora's virtue,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Till after-proofs conspir'd to blacken it?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Sad proofs, which came too late, which broke not out,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">(Eternal curses on Alvarez' haste!)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Till holy rites had made the wanton yours;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And then, I own, I labour'd to conceal it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In duty and compassion to your peace.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Live now, be damn'd hereafter—for I want thee.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Let me think—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The jess'mine bower—'tis secret and remote:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Go, wait me there, and take thy dagger with thee.<span class="ind1">[<i>exit Zanga.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How sweet the sound still sings within my ear!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When shall we meet again?—To-night, in hell.<span class="ind3">[<i>going.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Leonora.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ha! I'm surprised! I stagger at her charms!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, angel-devil!—Shall I stab her now?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">No—It shall be as I at first determin'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To kill her now were half my vengeance lost.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Then I must now dissemble—if I can.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> My lord, excuse me; see, a second time</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I come in embassy from all your friends,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Whose joys are languid, uninspir'd by you.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> This moment, Leonora, I was coming</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To thee, and all—but sure, or I mistake,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Or thou canst well inspire my friends with joy.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> What says my lord?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Thou art exceeding fair.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Beauty alone is but of little worth;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But when the soul and body of a piece,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Both shine alike; then they obtain a price,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And are a fit reward for gallant actions,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Heaven's pay on earth for such great souls as yours;—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If fair and innocent, I am your due.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Innocent!</span><span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> How, my lord! I interrupt you.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> No, my best life! I must not part with thee—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">This hand is mine—Oh, what a hand is here!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">So soft, souls sink into it, and are lost!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> In tears, my lord?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> What less can speak my joy?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Why, I could gaze upon thy looks for ever,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And drink in all my being from thine eyes;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And I could snatch a flaming thunderbolt,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And hurl destruction!—</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> My lord, you fright me.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Is this the fondness of your nuptial hour?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Why, when I woo your hand, is it deny'd me?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Your very eyes, why are they taught to shun me?—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nay, my good lord, I have a title here,<span class="ind3">[<i>takes his hand.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And I will have it. Am I not your wife?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Have I not just authority to know</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That heart which I have purchas'd with my own?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Tell me the secret; I conjure you, tell me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Speak then, I charge you speak, or I expire,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And load you with my death. My lord, my lord!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Ha, ha, ha!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">[<i>he breaks from her, and she sinks upon the floor.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Are these the joys which fondly I conceiv'd?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And is it thus a wedded life begins?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What did I part with, when I gave my heart?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I knew not that all happiness went with it.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Why did I leave my tender father's wing,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And venture into love? The maid that loves,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Goes out to sea upon a shatter'd plank,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And puts her trust in miracles for safety.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Where shall I sigh?—where pour out my complaint?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He that should hear, should succour, should redress,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He is the source of all.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Go to thy chamber;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I soon will follow; that which now disturbs thee</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Shall be clear'd up, and thou shalt not condemn me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">[<i>exit Leonora.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, how like innocence she looks!—What, stab her!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And rush into her blood?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How then? why thus—no more; it is determin'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Re-enter Zanga.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> I fear, his heart has fail'd him. She must die.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Can I not rouse the snake that's in his bosom,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To sting out human nature, and effect it?<span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Those skies, through which it rolls, must all have end.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What then is man? the smallest part of nothing.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Day buries day; month, month; and year, the year.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Our life is but a chain of many deaths;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Can then death's self be fear'd? our life much rather.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Life is the desert, life the solitude.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Death joins us to the great majority:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis to be borne to Platos and to Cæsars;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis to be great for ever;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis pleasure, 'tis ambition, then to die.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> I think, my lord, you talk'd of death.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> I did.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> I give you joy, then Leonora's dead.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> No, Zanga; to shed a woman's blood</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Would stain my sword, and make my wars inglorious;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He who, superior to the checks of nature,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Dares make his life the victim of his reason,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Does in some sort that reason deify,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And take a flight at heaven.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Alas, my lord,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis not your reason, but her beauty, finds</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Those arguments, and throws you on your sword.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">You cannot close an eye that is so bright,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">You cannot strike a breast that is so soft,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That has ten thousand ecstasies in store—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For Carlos?—No, my lord, I mean for you.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, through my heart and marrow! pr'ythee, spare me,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nor more upbraid the weakness of thy lord:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I own, I try'd, I quarrell'd with my heart,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And push'd it on, and bid it give her death;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But, oh, her eyes struck first and murder'd me.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> I know not what to answer to my lord.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Men are but men; we did not make ourselves.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Farewell then, my best lord, since you must die.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, that I were to share your monument,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And in eternal darkness close these eyes</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Against those scenes which I am doom'd to suffer!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> What dost thou mean?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> And is it then unknown?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, grief of heart, to think that you should ask it!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Sure you distrust that ardent love I bear you,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Else could you doubt when you are laid in dust—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But it will cut my poor heart through and through,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To see those revel on your sacred tomb,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Who brought you thither by their lawless loves.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For there they'll revel, and exult to find</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Him sleep so fast, who else might mar their joys.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Distraction! But don Carlos well thou know'st</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Is sheath'd in steel, and bent on other thoughts.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> I'll work him to the murder of his friend.</span><span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Yes, till the fever of his blood returns,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">While her last kiss still glows upon his cheek.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But when he finds Alonzo is no more,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How will he rush, like lightning, to her arms!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">There sigh, there languish, there pour out his soul;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But not in grief—sad obsequies to thee!—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But thou wilt be at peace, nor see, nor hear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The burning kiss, the sigh of ecstasy,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Their throbbing hearts that jostle one another:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thank heaven, these torments will be all my own.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> I'll ease thee of that pain. Let Carlos die;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">O'ertake him on the road, and see it done.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis my command.<span class="ind6">[<i>gives his signet.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> I dare not disobey.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> My Zanga, now I have thy leave to die.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Ah, sir! think, think again. Are all men buried</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">In Carlos' grave? you know not womankind:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When once the throbbing of the heart has broke</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The modest zone, with which it first was ty'd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Each man she meets will be a Carlos to her.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> That thought has more of hell than had the former.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Another, and another, and another!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And each shall cast a smile upon my tomb.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I am convinc'd; I must not, will not, die.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> You cannot die; nor can you murder her.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What then remains? In nature no third way,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But to forget, and so to love again.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> If you forgive, the world will call you good;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If you forget, the world will call you wise;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If you receive her to your grace again,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The world will call you—very, very kind.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Zanga, I understand thee well. She dies;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Though my arm tremble at the stroke, she dies.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> That's truly great. What think you 'twas set up</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The Greek and Roman name in such a lustre,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But doing right in stern despite to nature;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Shutting their ears to all her little cries,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When great, august, and godlike justice call'd?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">At Aulis, one pour'd out a daughter's life,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And gain'd more glory than by all his wars;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Another, slew a sister in just rage;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A third, the theme of all succeeding times,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Gave to the cruel axe a darling son:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nay more, for justice some devote themselves,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">As he at Carthage, an immortal name!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Yet there is one step left above them all,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Above their history, above their fable:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A wife, bride, mistress, unenjoy'd—do that,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And tread upon the Greek and Roman glory.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> 'Tis done!—Again new transports fire my brain:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I had forgot it, 'tis my bridal night.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Friend, give me joy, we must be gay together;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">See that the festival be duly honour'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And when with garlands the full bowl is crown'd,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And music gives her elevating sound,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And golden carpets spread the sacred floor,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And a new day the blazing tapers pour,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Thou, Zanga, then my solemn friends invite,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">From the dark realms of everlasting night;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Call Vengeance, call the furies, call Despair,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">And Death, our chief-invited guest, be there;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">He, with pale hand, shall lead the bride, and spread</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Eternal curtains round our nuptial bed.</span><span class="ind3">[<i>exeunt.</i></span></td></tr> +</table> +</div> + +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> + +<h3>ACT THE FIFTH.</h3> + +<h5>SCENE I.</h5> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter Alonzo, meeting Zanga.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="center"> +<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="text"> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Is Carlos murder'd?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> I obey'd your order.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Six ruffians overtook him on the road;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He fought as he was wont, and four he slew.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Then sunk beneath an hundred wounds to death.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">His last breath blest Alonzo, and desir'd</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">His bones might rest near yours.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, Zanga! Zanga!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But I'll not think: for I must act, and thinking</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Would ruin me for action.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Where's Leonora then? Quick, answer me:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I'm deep in horrors, I'll be deeper still.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I find thy artifice did take effect,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And she forgives my late deportment to her.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> I told her, from your childhood you was wont,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">On any great surprise, but chiefly then</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When cause of sorrow bore it company,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To have your passion shake the seat of reason;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A momentary ill, which soon blew o'er:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Then did I tell her of don Carlos' death</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">(Wisely suppressing by what means he fell),</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And laid the blame on that. At first she doubted;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But such the honest artifice I us'd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And such her ardent wish it should be true,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That she, at length, was fully satisfied.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But what design you, sir, and how?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> I'll tell thee.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thus I've ordain'd it. In the jess'mine bow'r,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The place which she dishonour'd with her guilt,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">There will I meet her; the appointment's made;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And calmly spread (for I can do it now)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The blackness of her crime before her sight;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And then, with all the cool solemnity</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of public justice, give her to the grave.<span class="ind3">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Why, get thee gone! horror and night go with thee.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Sisters of Acheron, go hand in hand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Go dance around the bow'r, and close them;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And tell them, that I sent you to salute them</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Profane the ground; and for th' ambrosial rose,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And breath of jess'mine, let hemlock blacken,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And deadly nightshade poison, all the air.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For the sweet nightingale, may ravens croak,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Toads pant, and adders rustle through the leaves;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">May serpents winding up the trees let fall</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Their hissing necks upon them from above,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And mingle kisses—such as I would give them.<span class="ind5">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +</table> +</div> +<p> </p> +<h5>SCENE II. <span class="ind1">THE BOWER.</span></h5> + +<div class="center"> +<p class="noindent"><i>Enter Alonzo.—Leonora sleeping.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="center"> +<table style="margin: 0 auto" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="text"> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Ye amaranths! ye roses, like the morn!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Sweet myrtles, and ye golden orange groves!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Why do you smile? Why do you look so fair?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Are ye not blighted as I enter in?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Did ever midnight ghosts assemble here?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Have these sweet echoes ever learn'd to groan?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Joy-giving, love-inspiring, holy bow'r!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Know, in thy fragrant bosom thou receiv'st</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A—murderer! Oh, I shall stain thy lilies,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And horror will usurp the seat of bliss.<span class="ind3">[<i>advances.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ha! she sleeps—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The day's uncommon heat has overcome her.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Then take, my longing eyes, your last, full gaze.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, what a sight is here! how dreadful fair!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Who would not think that being innocent?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Where shall I strike? who strikes her, strikes himself.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My own life-blood will issue at her wound.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But see, she smiles! I never shall smile more;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It strongly tempts me to a parting kiss.<span class="ind1">[<i>going, he starts back.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ha! smile again. She dreams of him she loves.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Curse on her charms! I'll stab her through them all.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">[<i>as he is going to strike, she wakes.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> My lord, your stay was long; and yonder lull</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of falling waters tempted me to rest,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Dispirited with noon's excessive heat.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Ye pow'rs! with what an eye she mends the day!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">While they were clos'd, I should have giv'n the blow.<span class="ind2">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> What says my lord?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Why, this Alonzo says:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If love were endless, men were gods; 'tis that</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Does counterbalance travel, danger, pain—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis heav'n's expedient to make mortals bear</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The light, and cheat them of the peaceful grave.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Alas, my lord! why talk you of the grave?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Your friend is dead: in friendship you sustain</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A mighty loss; repair it with my love.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Thy love, thou piece of witchcraft! I would say,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thou brightest angel! I could gaze for ever.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But oh, those eyes! those murderers! Oh, whence,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Whence didst thou steal their burning orbs? from heaven?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thou didst; and 'tis religion to adore them.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> My best Alonzo, moderate your thoughts.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Extremes still fright me, though of love itself.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Extremes indeed! it hurry'd me away;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But I come home again—and now for justice—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And now for death—It is impossible—<span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I leave her to just heav'n.<span class="ind3">[<i>drops the dagger, goes off.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Ha, a dagger!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What dost thou say, thou minister of death?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What dreadful tale dost tell me?—Let me think—</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Zanga.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Death to my tow'ring hope! Oh! fall from high!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My close, long-labour'd scheme at once is blasted,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That dagger, found, will cause her to inquire;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Inquiry will discover all; my hopes</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of vengeance perish; I myself am lost—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Curse on the coward's heart; wither his hand,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Which held the steel in vain!—what can be done?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Where can I fix?—that's something still—'twill breed</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Fell rage and bitterness betwixt their souls,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Which may, perchance, grow up to greater evil:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If not, 'tis all I can—It shall be so—<span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Oh, Zanga, I am sinking in my fears!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Alonzo dropp'd this dagger as he left me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And left me in a strange disorder too.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What can this mean? Angels preserve his life!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Yours, madam, yours.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> What, Zanga, dost thou say?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Carry you goodness then to such extremes,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">So blinded to the faults of him you love,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That you perceive not he is jealous?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Heav'ns!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And yet a thousand things recur that swear it.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What villain could inspire him with that thought?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It is not of the growth of his own nature.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Some villain; who, hell knows; but he is jealous;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And 'tis most fit a heart so pure as yours</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Do itself justice, and assert its honour,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And make him conscious of his stab to virtue.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Jealous! it sickens at my heart. Unkind,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ungen'rous, groundless, weak, and insolent!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Why, wherefore? on what shadow of occasion?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, how the great man lessens to my thought!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How could so mean a vice as jealousy</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Live in a throng of such exalted virtues!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I scorn and hate, yet love him, and adore.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I cannot, will not, dare not, think it true,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Till from himself I know it.<span class="ind3">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> This succeeds</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Just to my wish. Now she, with violence,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Upbraids him; he, not doubting she is guilty,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Rages no less; and if on either side</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The waves run high, there still lives hope of ruin.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Re-enter Alonzo.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My lord—</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, Zanga, hold thy peace! I am no coward;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But heav'n itself did hold my hand; I felt it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">By the well-being of my soul, I did.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I'll think of vengeance at another season.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> My lord, her guilt—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Perdition on thee, Moor,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For that one word! Ah, do not rouse that thought!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I have o'erwhelm'd it much as possible:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I tell thee, Moor, I love her to distraction.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If 'tis my shame, why, be it so—I love her;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I could not hurt her to be lord of earth;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It shocks my nature like a stroke from heav'n.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But see, my Leonora comes—Be gone.<span class="ind3">[<i>exit Zanga.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Re-enter Leonora.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, seen for ever, yet for ever new!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The conquer'd thou dost conquer o'er again,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Inflicting wound on wound.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Alas, my lord!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What need of this to me?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Ha! dost thou weep?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Have I no cause?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> If love is thy concern,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thou hast no cause: none ever lov'd like me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, that this one embrace would last for ever!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Could this man ever mean to wrong my virtue?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Could this man e'er design upon my life?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Impossible! I throw away the thought.<span class="ind3">[<i>aside.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">These tears declare how much I taste the joy</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of being folded in your arms and heart;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My universe does lie within that space.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">This dagger bore false witness.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Ha, my dagger!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It rouses horrid images. Away,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Away with it, and let us talk of love.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Of death!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> As thou lov'st happiness—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Of murder!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Rash,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Rash woman! yet forbear.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Alas, thou quite mistak'st my cause of pain!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Yet, yet dismiss me; I am all in flames.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Who has most cause, you or myself? what act</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of my whole life encourag'd you to this?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Or of your own, what guilt has drawn it on you?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">You find me kind, and think me kind to all;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The weak, ungen'rous error of your sex.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What could inspire the thought? We oft'nest judge</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">From our own hearts; and is yours then so frail,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">It prompts you to conceive thus ill of me?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He that can stoop to harbour such a thought,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Deserves to find it true.<span class="ind3">[<i>holding him.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> [<i>turning on her</i>] Ill-fated woman!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Why hast thou forc'd me back into the gulf</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of agonies I had block'd up from thought?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For, since thou hast replung'd me in my torture,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I will be satisfy'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Be satisfy'd!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Yes, thy own mouth shall witness it against thee;</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I will be satisfy'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Of what?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Of what?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How dar'st thou ask that question? Woman, woman,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Weak and assur'd at once! thus 'tis for ever.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Who told thee that thy virtue was suspected?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Who told thee I design'd upon thy life?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">You found the dagger; but that could not speak:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nor did I tell thee; who did tell thee then?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Guilt, conscious guilt!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> This to my face! Oh, heaven!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> This to thy very soul.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Thou'rt not in earnest?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Serious as death.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Then heav'n have mercy on thee.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Till now, I struggled not to think it true;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I sought conviction, and would not believe it.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And dost thou force me? this shall not be borne</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thou shalt repent this insult.<span class="ind3">[<i>going.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Madam, stay.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Your passion's wise; 'tis a disguise for guilt:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">You and your thousand arts shall not escape me.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Arts?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Arts! Confess; for death is in my hand.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> 'Tis in your words.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Confess, confess, confess!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nor tear my veins with passion to compel thee.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> I scorn to answer thee, presumptuous man!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Deny then, and incur a fouler shame.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Where did I find this picture?</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Ha, don Carlos!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">By my best hopes, more welcome than thy own.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> I know it; but is vice so very rank,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That thou shouldst dare to dash it in my face?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Nature is sick of thee, abandon'd woman!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Repent.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Is that for me?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Fall, ask my pardon.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Astonishment!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Dar'st thou persist to think I am dishonest?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> I know thee so.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> This blow then to thy heart—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">[<i>she stabs herself; he endeavours to prevent her.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Ho, Zanga! Isabella! ho! she bleeds!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Descend, ye blessed angels, to assist her!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> This is the only way I would wound thee,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Though most unjust. Now think me guilty still.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Enter Isabella.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Bear her to instant help. The world to save her.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Leon.</i> Unhappy man! well may'st thou gaze and tremble.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But fix thy terror and amazement right;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Not on my blood, but on thy own distraction.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What hast thou done? whom censur'd—Leonora!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When thou hadst censur'd, thou wouldst save her life:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, inconsistent! should I live in shame,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Or stoop to any other means but this</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">T' assert my virtue? no: she who disputes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Admits it possible she might be guilty.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">While aught but truth could be my inducement to it,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">While it might look like an excuse to thee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I scorn'd to vindicate my innocence:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But now, I let thy rashness know, the wound</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Which least I feel, is that my dagger made.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">[<i>exit Isabella, leading out Leonora.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Ha! was this woman guilty?—And if not—</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How my thoughts darken that way! grant, kind heaven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That she prove guilty; or my being end.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Is that my hope, then?—Sure, the sacred dust</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Of her that bore me trembles in its urn.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">Is it in man the sore distress to bear,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">When hope itself is blacken'd to despair?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">When all the bliss I pant for, is to gain</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind2">In hell, a refuge from severer pain?</span><span class="ind3">[<i>exit.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Re-enter Zanga.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> How stands the great account 'twixt me and vengeance?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Though much is paid, yet still it owes me much,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And I will not abate a single groan—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ha! that were well—but that were fatal too—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Why, be it so—Revenge so truly great,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Would come too cheap, if bought with less than life.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Re-enter Isabella.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> Ah, Zanga, see me tremble! has not yet</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thy cruel heart its fill?—Poor Leonora—</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Welters in blood, and gasps for her last breath.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What then? we all must die.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Isa.</i> Alonzo raves,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And, in the tempest of his grief, has thrice</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Attempted on his life. At length, disarm'd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He calls his friends, that save him, his worst foes,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And importunes the skies for swift perdition.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thus in his storm of sorrow: after pause,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">He started up, and call'd aloud for Zanga,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For Zanga rav'd; and see, he seeks you here,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To learn the truth which most he dreads to know.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Begone. Now, now, my soul, consummate all.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">[<i>exit Isabella.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i>Re-enter Alonzo.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, Zanga!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Do not tremble so; but speak.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> I dare not.</span><span class="ind3">[<i>falls on him.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> You will drown me with your tears.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Have I not cause?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> As yet, you have no cause.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Dost thou too rave?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Your anguish is to come:</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">You much have been abus'd.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Abus'd! by whom?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> To know, were little comfort.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, 'twere much!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Indeed!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> By heaven! Oh, give him to my fury!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Born for your use, I live but to oblige you.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Know, then, 'twas—I.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Am I awake?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> For ever.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thy wife is guiltless—that's one transport to me;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And I, I let thee know it—that's another.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I urg'd don Carlos to resign his mistress,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I forg'd the letter, I dispos'd the picture;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I hated, I despis'd, and I destroy!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh!</span><span class="ind3">[<i>swoons.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Why, this is well—why, this is blow for blow!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Where are you? crown me, shadow me with laurels,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ye spirits which delight in just revenge!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Let Europe and her pallid sons go weep;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Let Afric and her hundred thrones rejoice:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, my dear countrymen, look down and see</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">How I bestride your prostrate conqueror!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I tread on haughty Spain, and all her kings.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But this is mercy, this is my indulgence;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">'Tis peace, 'tis refuge from my indignation.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I must awake him into horrors. Hoa!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Alonzo, hoa! the Moor is at the gate!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Awake, invincible, omnipotent!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thou who dost all subdue!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Inhuman slave!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Fall'n Christian, thou mistak'st my character.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Look on me. Who am I? I know, thou say'st</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The Moor, a slave, an abject, beaten slave:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">(Eternal woes to him that made me so!)</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But look again. Has six years' cruel bondage</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Extinguish'd majesty so far, that nought</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Shines here to give an awe of one above thee?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">When the great Moorish king, Abdallah, fell,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Fell by thy hand accurs'd, I fought fast by him,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">His son, though, through his fondness, in disguise,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Less to expose me to th' ambitious foe.—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Ha! does it wake thee?—O'er my father's corse</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I stood astride till I had clove thy crest;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And then was made the captive of a squadron,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And sunk into thy servant—But, oh! what,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">What were my wages? Hear not heaven, nor earth!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">My wages were a blow! by heaven, a blow!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And from a mortal hand!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, villain, villain!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> All strife is vain.</span><span class="ind3">[<i>showing a dagger.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Is thus my love return'd?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Is this my recompense? Make friends of tigers!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Lay not your young, oh, mothers, on the breast,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For fear they turn to serpents as they lie,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And pay you for their nourishment with death!—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Carlos is dead, and Leonora dying!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Both innocent, both murder'd, both by me.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Must I despise thee too, as well as hate thee?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Complain of grief, complain thou art a man.—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Priam from fortune's lofty summit fell;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Great Alexander 'midst his conquests mourn'd;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Heroes and demi-gods have known their sorrows;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Cæsars have wept; and I have had—my blow:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But, 'tis reveng'd, and now my work is done.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Yet, ere I fall, be it one part of vengeance</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">To force thee to confess that I am just.—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thou seest a prince, whose father thou hast slain,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Whose native country thou hast laid in blood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Whose sacred person (oh!) thou hast profan'd,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Whose reign extinguish'd—what was left to me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">So highly born? No kingdom, but revenge;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">No treasure, but thy tortures and thy groans.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If men should ask who brought thee to thy end,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Tell them, the Moor, and they will not despise thee.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If cold white mortals censure this great deed,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Warn them, they judge not of superior beings,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">With whom revenge is virtue. Fare thee well—</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Now, fully satisfied, I should take leave:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But one thing grieves me, since thy death is near,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I leave thee my example how to die.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><i><small>As he is going to stab himself, Alonzo rushes upon him to prevent him.</small><br /> +<small>In the mean time, enter Don Alvarez, attended. They disarm and</small><br /> +<small>seize Zanga, Alonzo puts the dagger in his bosom.</small></i></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> No, monster, thou shalt not escape by death.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, father!</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alv.</i> Oh, Alonzo!—Isabella,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Touch'd with remorse to see her mistress' pangs,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Told all the dreadful tale.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> What groan was that?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> As I have been a vulture to thy heart,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">So will I be a raven to thine ear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">As true as ever snuff'd the scent of blood,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">As ever flapp'd its heavy wing against</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The window of the sick, and croak'd despair.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Thy wife is dead.<span class="ind3">[<i>Alvarez goes aside, and returns.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alv.</i> The dreadful news is true.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Prepare the rack; invent new torments for him.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> This too is well. The fix'd and noble mind</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Turns all occurrence to its own advantage;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And I'll make vengeance of calamity.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Were I not thus reduc'd, thou wouldst not know,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">That, thus reduc'd, I dare defy thee still.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Torture thou may'st, but thou shall ne'er despise me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The blood will follow where the knife is driven,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And sighs and cries by nature grow on pain.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">But these are foreign to the soul: not mine</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The groans that issue, or the tears that fall;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">They disobey me; on the rack I scorn thee,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">As when my falchion clove thy helm in battle.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alv.</i> Peace, villain!</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> While I live, old man, I'll speak.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And, well I know, thou dar'st not kill me yet;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">For that would rob thy blood-hounds of their prey.</td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Who call'd Alonzo?</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alv.</i> No one call'd, my son.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Alon.</i> Again!—'Tis Carlos' voice, and I obey.</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, how I laugh at all that this can do!<span class="ind3">[<i>shows dagger.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The wounds that pain'd, the wounds that murder'd me,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Were giv'n before; I am already dead;</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">This only marks my body for the grave.<span class="ind3">[<i>stabs himself.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Afric, thou art reveng'd.—Oh, Leonora!<span class="ind3">[<i>dies.</i></span></td></tr> +<tr><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="ind1"><i>Zan.</i> Good ruffians, give me leave; my blood is yours,</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The wheel's prepar'd, and you shall have it all.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Let me but look one moment on the dead,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And pay yourselves with gazing on my pangs.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">[<i>he goes to Alonzo's body.</i></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Is this Alonzo? Where's the haughty mien?</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Is that the hand which smote me? Heavens, how pale!</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And art thou dead? So is my enmity.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">I war not with the dust. The great, the proud,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">The conqueror of Afric was my foe.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">A lion preys not upon carcases.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">This was thy only method to subdue me.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Terror and doubt fall on me: all thy good</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Now blazes, all thy guilt is in the grave.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Never had man such funeral applause:</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">If I lament thee, sure thy worth was great.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Oh, vengeance, I have follow'd thee too far,</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">And to receive me, hell blows all her fires.<span class="ind3">[<i>exeunt.</i></span></td></tr> +</table> +</div> +<h4>THE END.</h4> +<p> </p> +<hr class="minimal" /> +<p> </p> +<p> +Mr. Hughes, in his criticism on <i>Othello</i>, introduces +the following narrative, to which allusion is made +in our remarks.—"The short story I am going to tell +is a just warning to those of jealous honour to look +about them, and begin to possess their souls as they +ought; for no man of spirit knows how terrible a creature +he is, till he comes to be provoked. +</p> + +<p> +"Don Alonzo, a Spanish nobleman, had a beautiful +and virtuous wife, with whom he had lived some +years in great tranquillity. The gentleman, however, +was not free from the faults usually imputed to his +nation; he was proud, suspicious, and impetuous. +He kept a Moor in his house, whom, on a complaint +from his lady, he had punished for a small offence +with the utmost severity. The slave vowed revenge, +and communicated his resolution to one of the lady's +women, with whom he had lived in a criminal way. +This creature also hated her mistress, for she feared +she was observed by her; she therefore undertook to +make Don Alonzo jealous, by insinuating that the +gardner was often admitted to his lady in private, and +promising to make him an eye witness of it. At a proper +time, agreed on between her and the Morisco, she +sent a message to the gardner, that his lady, having +some hasty orders to give him, would have him come +that moment to her in her chamber. In the mean +time she had placed Alonzo privately in an outer +room, that he might observe who passed that way. It +was not long before he saw the gardner appear. +Alonzo had not patience, but following him into the +apartment, struck him at one blow with a dagger to +the heart; then dragging his lady by the hair, without +inquiring farther, he instantly killed her. +</p> + +<p> +"Here he paused, looking on the dead bodies with +all the agitations of a demon of revenge; when the +wench who had occasioned these terrors, distracted +with remorse, threw herself at his feet, and in a voice +of lamentation, without sense of the consequence, repeated +all her guilt. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Revenge + A Tragedy + +Author: Edward Young + +Release Date: December 11, 2009 [EBook #30653] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE REVENGE *** + + + + +Produced by Delphine Lettau and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Canada Team at http://www.pgdpcanada.net + + + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE REVENGE. + +_A Tragedy_, +IN FIVE ACTS, + +BY DR. YOUNG. + +CORRECTLY GIVEN, +AS PERFORMED AT THE THEATRES ROYAL. + +_With Remarks._ + +[Illustration] + +_London_: +Printed by D. S. Maurice, Fenchurch-street; + +SOLD BY +T. HUGHES, 35, LUDGATE STREET, AND J. BYSH, +52, PATERNOSTER ROW. + + + + +REMARKS. + + +This tragedy is the dramatic master-piece of it's valuable author, but +at first was not so successful as Busiris and his other plays. Though +similar, in some degree, to the story of Shakspeare's _Othello_, the +motives for resentment in Zanga are of a more noble and consistent +nature, and the credulous object of his deadly hatred more excusable and +more pitied in yielding to it's subtlety. + +There is great scope for talent in the character of Zanga; but the +whining nonsense of Alonzo and Carlos would tire in any hands. + +We have inserted, on page 59, a narrative said to have really happened +in Spain a few years before this piece was written;--it is so nearly +followed by Dr. Young in his admirable _Revenge_, as to leave no doubt +of having formed it's ground-work. + + + + +DRAMATIS PERSONAE. + + Covent Garden, 1814. + Don Alonzo Mr. Conway. + Don Carlos Mr. Hamerton. + Don Alvarez Mr. Murray. + Don Manuel Mr. Creswell. + Zanga Mr. Young. + Officers Messrs. Brown, Grant, &c. + + Leonora Mrs. Egerton. + Isabella Miss Logan. + + SCENE--Spain. + + + + +THE REVENGE. + + + + +ACT THE FIRST. + + +SCENE I. BATTLEMENTS, WITH A SEA PROSPECT. + +_Enter Zanga._ + +_Zan._ Whether first nature, or long want of peace, +Has wrought my mind to this, I cannot tell; +But horrors now are not displeasing to me: [_thunder._ +I like this rocking of the battlements. +Rage on, ye winds; burst, clouds; and, waters, roar! +You bear a just resemblance of my fortune, +And suit the gloomy habit of my soul. + +_Enter Isabella._ + +Who's there? My love! + +_Isa._ Why have you left my bed? +Your absence more affrights me than the storm. + +_Zan._ The dead alone in such a night can rest, +And I indulge my meditation here. +Woman, away. I choose to be alone. + +_Isa._ I know you do, and therefore will not leave you; +Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you. +Is this a night for walks of contemplation? +Something unusual hangs upon your heart, +And I will know it: by our loves, I will. +Ask I too much to share in your distress? + +_Zan._ In tears? thou fool! then hear me, and be plung'd +In hell's abyss, if ever it escape thee. +To strike thee with astonishment at once-- +I hate Alonzo. First recover that, +And then thou shalt hear further. + +_Isa._ Hate Alonzo! +I own, I thought Alonzo most your friend, +And that he lost the master in that name. + +_Zan._ Hear then. 'Tis twice three years since that great man +(Great let me call him, for he conquer'd me) +Made me the captive of his arm in fight. +He slew my father, and threw chains o'er me, +While I with pious rage pursu'd revenge. +I then was young; he plac'd me near his person, +And thought me not dishonour'd by his service. +One day (may that returning day be night, +The stain, the curse, of each succeeding year!) +For something, or for nothing, in his pride +He struck me. (While I tell it, do I live?) +He smote me on the cheek--I did not stab him, +For that were poor revenge--E'er since, his folly +Has strove to bury it beneath a heap +Of kindnesses, and thinks it is forgot. +Insolent thought! and like a second blow! +Affronts are innocent, where men are worthless; +And such alone can wisely drop revenge. + +_Isa._ But with more temper, Zanga, tell your story; +To see your strong emotions startles me. + +_Zan._ Yes, woman, with the temper that befits it. +Has the dark adder venom? So have I +When trod upon. Proud Spaniard, thou shalt feel me! +For from that day, that day of my dishonour, +From that day have I curs'd the rising sun, +Which never fail'd to tell me of my shame. +From that day have I bless'd the coming night, +Which promis'd to conceal it; but in vain; +The blow return'd for ever in my dream. +Yet on I toil'd, and groan'd for an occasion +Of ample vengeance; none has yet arriv'd. +Howe'er, at present, I conceive warm hopes +Of what may wound him sore in his ambition, +Life of his life, and dearer than his soul. +By nightly march he purpos'd to surprise +The Moorish camp; but I have taken care +They shall be ready to receive his favour. +Failing in this, a cast of utmost moment, +Would darken all the conquests he has won. + +_Isa._ Just as I enter'd, an express arriv'd. + +_Zan._ To whom? + +_Isa._ His friend, don Carlos. + +_Zan._ Be propitious, +Oh! Mahomet, on this important hour, +And give at length my famish'd soul revenge! +What is revenge, but courage to call in +Our honour's debts, and wisdom to convert +Others' self-love into our own protection? +But see, the morning dawn breaks in upon us; +I'll seek don Carlos, and inquire my fate. [_exeunt._ + + +SCENE II. THE PALACE. + +_Enter Don Manuel and Don Carlos._ + +_Man._ My lord don Carlos, what brings your express? + +_Car._ Alonzo's glory, and the Moor's defeat. +The field is strew'd with twice ten thousand slain, +Though he suspects his measures were betray'd, +He'll soon arrive. Oh, how I long t' embrace +The first of heroes, and the best of friends! +I lov'd fair Leonora long before +The chance of battle gave me to the Moors, +From whom so late Alonzo set me free; +And while I groan'd in bondage, I deputed +This great Alonzo, whom her father honours, +To be my gentle advocate in love, +To stir her heart, and fan its fires for me. + +_Man._ And what success? + +_Car._ Alas, the cruel maid-- +Indeed her father, who, though high in court, +And pow'rful with the king, has wealth at heart +To heal his devastations from the Moors, +Knowing I'm richly freighted from the east, +My fleet now sailing in the sight of Spain, +(Heav'n guard it safe through such a dreadful storm!) +Caresses me, and urges her to wed. + +_Man._ Her aged father, see, +Leads her this way. + +_Car._ She looks like radiant truth, +Brought forward by the hand of hoary time-- +You to the port with speed; 'tis possible +Some vessel is arriv'd. Heav'n grant it bring +Tidings which Carlos may receive with joy! [_exit D. M._ + +_Enter Don Alvarez and Leonora._ + +_Alv._ Don Carlos, I am lab'ring in your favour +With all a parent's soft authority, +And earnest counsel. + +_Car._ Angels second you! +For all my bliss or mis'ry hangs on it. + +_Alv._ Daughter, the happiness of life depends +On our discretion, and a prudent choice. +Look into those they call unfortunate, +And, closer view'd, you'll find they are unwise: +Some flaw in their own conduct lies beneath. +Don Carlos is of ancient, noble blood, +And then his wealth might mend a prince's fortune. +For him the sun is lab'ring in the mines, +A faithful slave, and turning earth to gold: +His keels are freighted with that sacred pow'r, +By which e'en kings and emperors are made. +Sir, you have my good wishes, and I hope +My daughter is not indispos'd to hear you. [_exit._ + +_Car._ Oh, Leonora! why art thou in tears? +Because I am less wretched than I was? +Before your father gave me leave to woo you, +Hush'd was your bosom, and your eye serene. + +_Leon._ Think you my father too indulgent to me, +That he claims no dominion o'er my tears? +A daughter sure may be right dutiful, +Whose tears alone are free from a restraint. + +_Car._ Had I known this before it had been well: +I had not then solicited your father +To add to my distress; +Have I not languish'd prostrate at thy feet? +Have I not liv'd whole days upon thy sight? +Have I not seen thee where thou hast not been? +And, mad with the idea, clasp'd the wind, +And doated upon nothing? + +_Leon._ Court me not, +Good Carlos, by recounting of my faults, +And telling how ungrateful I have been. +Alas, my lord, if talking would prevail, +I could suggest much better arguments +Than those regards you threw away on me; +Your valour, honour, wisdom, prais'd by all. +But bid physicians talk our veins to temper, +And with an argument new-set a pulse; +Then think, my lord, of reas'ning into love. + +_Car._ Must I despair then? do not shake me thus: +My temper-beaten heart is cold to death. +Ah, turn, and let me warm me in thy beauties. +Heav'ns! what a proof I gave, but two nights past, +Of matchless love! To fling me at thy feet, +I slighted friendship, and I flew from fame; +Nor heard the summons of the next day's battle: +But darting headlong to thy arms, I left +The promis'd fight, I left Alonzo too, +To stand the war, and quell a world alone. [_trumpets._ + +_Leon._ The victor comes. My lord, I must withdraw. [_exit._ + +_Enter Don Alonzo._ + +_Car._ Alonzo! + +_Alon._ Carlos!--I am whole again; +Clasp'd in thy arms, it makes my heart entire. + +_Car._ Whom dare I thus embrace? The conqueror +Of Afric. + +_Alon._ Yes, much more--Don Carlos' friend. +The conquest of the world would cost me dear, +Should it beget one thought of distance in thee. +I rise in virtues to come nearer to thee. +I conquer with Don Carlos in mine eye, +And thus I claim my victory's reward. [_embraces him._ + +_Car._ A victory indeed! your godlike arm +Has made one spot the grave of Africa; +Such numbers fell! and the survivors fled +As frighted passengers from off the strand, +When the tempestuous sea comes roaring on them. + +_Alon._ 'Twas Carlos conquer'd, 'twas his cruel chains +Inflam'd me to a rage unknown before, +And threw my former actions far behind. + +_Car._ I love fair Leonora. How I love her! +Yet still I find (I know not how it is) +Another heart, another soul, for thee. + +_Enter Zanga._ + +_Zan._ Manuel, my lord, returning from the port, +On business both of moment and of haste, +Humbly begs leave to speak in private with you. + +_Car._ In private!--Ha!--Alonzo, I'll return; +No business can detain me long from thee. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ My lord Alonzo, I obey'd your orders. + +_Alon._ Will the fair Leonora pass this way? + +_Zan._ She will, my lord, and soon. + +_Alon._ Come near me, Zanga; +For I dare open all my heart to thee. +Never was such a day of triumph known!-- +There's not a wounded captive in my train, +That slowly follow'd my proud chariot wheels, +With half a life, and beggary, and chains. +But is a god to me: I am most wretched.-- +In his captivity, thou know'st, don Carlos, +My friend (and never was a friend more dear) +Deputed me his advocate in love, +To talk to Leonora's heart, and make +A tender party in her thoughts for him. +What did I do?--I lov'd myself. Indeed, +One thing there is might lessen my offence +(If such offence admits of being lessen'd); +I thought him dead; for (by what fate I know not) +His letters never reach'd me. + +_Zan._ Thanks to Zanga, [_aside._ +Who thence contriv'd that evil which has happen'd. + +_Alon._ Yes, curs'd of heav'n! I lov'd myself, and now, +In a late action, rescu'd from the Moors, +I have brought home my rival in my friend. + +_Zan._ We hear, my lord, that in that action too, +Your interposing arm preserv'd his life. + +_Alon._ It did--with more than the expense of mine: +For, oh, this day is mention'd for their nuptials. +But see, she comes; I'll take my leave, and die. [_retires._ + +_Zan._ Hadst thou a thousand lives, thy death would please me. +Unhappy fate! my country overcome! +My six years' hope of vengeance quite expir'd!-- +Would nature were--I will not fall alone: +But others' groans shall tell the world my death. [_exit._ + +_Enter Leonora._ + +_Alon._ When nature ends with anguish like to this, +Sinners shall take their last leave of the sun, +And bid his light adieu. + +_Leon._ The mighty conqueror +Dismay'd! I thought you gave the foe your sorrows. + +_Alon._ Oh, cruel insult! are those tears your sport, +Which nothing but a love for you could draw? +Afric I quell'd, in hope by that to purchase +Your leave to sigh unscorn'd; but I complain not; +'Twas but a world, and you are--Leonora. + +_Leon._ That passion which you boast of is your guilt, +A treason to your friend. You think mean of me, +To plead your crimes as motives of my love. + +_Alon._ You, madam, ought to thank those crimes you blame! +'Tis they permit you to be thus inhuman, +Without the censure both of earth and heav'n-- +I fondly thought a last look might be kind. +Farewell for ever.--This severe behaviour +Has, to my comfort, made it sweet to die. + +_Leon._ Farewell for ever! Sweet to die! Oh, heav'n! +Alonzo, stay; you must not thus escape me; +But hear your guilt at large. + +_Alon._ Oh, Leonora! +What could I do?--In duty to my friend, +I saw you; and to see is to admire. +For Carlos did I plead, and most sincerely. +Witness the thousand agonies it cost me. +You know I did; I sought but your esteem; +If that is guilt, an angel had been guilty. + +_Leon._ If from your guilt none suffer'd but yourself, +It might be so--Farewell. [_going._ + +_Alon._ Who suffers with me? + +_Leon._ Enjoy your ignorance, and let me go. + +_Alon._ What mean these tears? + +_Leon._ I weep by chance; nor have my tears a meaning. +But, oh, when first I saw Alonzo's tears, +I knew their meaning well! + +[_Alonzo falls on his knees, and takes her hand._ + +_Alon._ Heav'ns! what is this? that excellence, for which +Desire was planted in the heart of man; +Virtue's supreme reward on this side heav'n; +The cordial of my soul--and this destroys me-- +Indeed, I flatter'd me that thou didst hate. + +_Leon._ Alonzo, pardon me the injury +Of loving you. I struggled with my passion, +And struggled long: let that be some excuse. + +_Alon._ Unkind! you know I think your love a blessing +Beyond all human blessings! 'tis the price +Of sighs and groans, and a whole year of dying. +But, oh, the curse of curses!--Oh, my friend!-- + +_Leon._ Alas! + +_Alon._ What says my love? speak, Leonora. + +_Leon._ Was it for you, my lord, to be so quick +In finding out objections to our love? +Think you so strong my love, or weak my virtue, +It was unsafe to leave that part to me? + +_Alon._ Is not the day then fix'd for your espousals? + +_Leon._ Indeed, my father once had thought that way; +But marking how the marriage pain'd my heart, +Long he stood doubtful; but at last resolv'd +Your counsel, which determines him in all, +Should finish the debate. + +_Alon._ Oh, agony! +Must I not only lose her, but be made +Myself the instrument? not only die, +But plunge the dagger in my heart myself? +This is refining on calamity. + +_Leon._ What, do you tremble lest you should be mine? +For what else can you tremble? not for that +My father places in your power to alter. + +_Alon._ What's in my pow'r? oh, yes, to stab my friend! + +_Leon._ To stab your friend were barbarous indeed! +Spare him--and murder me. + +_Alon._ First perish all! +No, Leonora, I am thine for ever. [_embraces her._ + +_Leon._ Hold, Alonzo, +And hear a maid whom doubly thou hast conquer'd. +I love thy virtue as I love thy person, +And I adore thee for the pains it gave me; +But as I felt the pains, I'll reap the fruit; +I'll shine out in my turn, and show the world +Thy great example was not lost upon me. +Nay, never shrink; take back the bright example +You lately lent; Oh, take it while you may, +While I can give it you, and be immortal! [_exit._ + +_Alon._ She's gone, and I shall see that face no more; +But pine in absence, and till death adore. +When with cold dew my fainting brow is hung, +And my eyes darken, from my falt'ring tongue +Her name will tremble in a feeble moan, +And love with fate divide my dying groan. [_exit._ + + + + +ACT THE SECOND. + + +SCENE I. THE SAME. + +_Enter Don Manuel and Zanga._ + +_Zan._ If this be true, I cannot blame your pain +For wretched Carlos; 'tis but humane in you. +But when arriv'd your dismal news? + +_Man._ This hour. + +_Zan._ What, not a vessel sav'd? + +_Man._ All, all, the storm +Devour'd; and now o'er his late envy'd fortune +The dolphins bound, and wat'ry mountains roar, +Triumphant in his ruin. + +_Zan._ Is Alvarez +Determin'd to deny his daughter to him. +That treasure was on shore; must that too join +The common wreck? + +_Man._ Alvarez pleads, indeed, +That Leonora's heart is disinclin'd, +And pleads that only; so it was this morning, +When he coucurr'd: the tempest broke the match; +And sunk his favour, when it sunk the gold. +The love of gold is double in his heart; +The vice of age, and of Alvarez too. + +_Zan._ How does don Carlos bear it? + +_Man._ Like a man +Whose heart feels most a human heart can feel, +And reasons best a human head can reason. + +_Zan._ But is he then in absolute despair? + +_Man._ Never to see his Leonora more. +And, quite to quench all future hope, Alvarez +Urges Alonzo to espouse his daughter +This very day; for he has learn'd their loves. + +_Zan._ Ha! was not that receiv'd with ecstasy +By don Alonzo? + +_Man._ Yes, at first; but soon +A damp came o'er him, it would kill his friend. + +_Zan._ Not if his friend consented: and since now +He can't himself espouse her-- + +_Man._ Yet, to ask it +Has something shocking to a gen'rous mind; +At least, Alonzo's spirit startles at it. +Wide is the distance between our despair, +And giving up a mistress to another. +But I must leave you. Carlos wants support +In his severe affliction. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ Ha, it dawns!-- +It rises to me, like a new-found world +To mariners long time distress'd at sea, +Sore from a storm, and all their viands spent; +Or like the sun just rising out of chaos, +Some dregs of ancient night not quite purg'd off. +But shall I finish it?--Hoa, Isabella! + +_Enter Isabella._ + +I thought of dying; better things come forward; +Vengeance is still alive! from her dark covert, +With all her snakes erect upon her crest, +She stalks in view, and fires me with her charms. +When, Isabella, arriv'd don Carlos here? + +_Isa._ Two nights ago. + +_Zan._ That was the very night +Before the battle--Mem'ry, set down that; +It has the essence of a crocodile, +Though yet but in the shell--I'll give it birth-- +What time did he return? + +_Isa._ At midnight. + +_Zan._ So-- +Say, did he see that night his Leonora? + +_Isa._ No, my good lord. + +_Zan._ No matter--tell me, woman, +Is not Alonzo rather brave than cautious, +Honest than subtle, above fraud himself, +Slow, therefore, to suspect it in another? + +_Isa._ You best can judge; but so the world thinks of him. + +_Zan._ Why, that was well--go, fetch my tablets hither. + [_exit Isabella._ +Two nights ago my father's sacred shade +Thrice stalk'd around my bed, and smil'd upon me: +He smil'd, a joy then little understood-- +It must be so--and if so, it is vengeance +Worth waking of the dead for. + +_Re-enter Isabella, with the tablets; Zanga writes, +then reads as to himself._ + +Thus it stands-- +The father's fix'd--Don Carlos cannot wed-- +Alonzo may--but that will hurt his friend-- +Nor can he ask his leave--or, if he did, +He might not gain it--It is hard to give +Our own consent to ills, though we must bear them. +Were it not then a master-piece worth all +The wisdom I can boast, first to persuade +Alonzo to request it of his friend, +His friend to grant--then from that very grant, +The strongest proof of friendship man can give +(And other motives), to work out a cause +Of jealousy, to rack Alonzo's peace? +I have turn'd o'er the catalogue of human woes, +Which sting the heart of man, and find none equal. +It is the hydra of calamities, +The sev'nfold death; the jealous are the damn'd. +Oh, jealousy, each other passion's calm +To thee, thou conflagration of the soul! +Thou king of torments, thou grand counterpoise +For all the transports beauty can inspire! + +_Isa._ Alonzo comes this way. + +_Zan._ Most opportunely.-- +Withdraw. [_exit Isabella._ + +_Enter Don Alonzo._ + +My lord, I give you joy. + +_Alon._ Of what, good Zanga? + +_Zan._ Is not the lovely Leonora yours? + +_Alon._ What will become of Carlos? + +_Zan._ He's your friend; +And since he can't espouse the fair himself, +Will take some comfort from Alonzo's fortune. + +_Alon._ Alas, thou little know'st the force of love! +Love reigns a sultan with unrival'd sway; +Puts all relations, friendship's self to death, +If once he's jealous of it. I love Carlos; +Yet well I know what pangs I felt this morning +At his intended nuptials. For myself +I then felt pains, which now for him I feel. + +_Zan._ You will not wed her then? + +_Alon._ Not instantly. +Insult his broken heart the very moment! + +_Zan._ I understand you: but you'll wed hereafter, +When your friend's gone, and his first pain assuag'd. + +_Alon._ Am I to blame in that? + +_Zan._ My lord, I love +Your very errors; they are born from virtue. +Your friendship (and what nobler passion claims +The heart?) does lead you blindfold to your ruin. +Consider, wherefore did Alvarez break +Don Carlos' match, and wherefore urge Alonzo's? +'Twas the same cause, the love of wealth. To-morrow +May see Alonzo in don Carlos' fortune; +A higher bidder is a better friend, +And there are princes sigh for Leonora. +When your friend's gone, you'll wed; why, then the cause +Which gives you Leonora now, will cease. +Carlos has lost her; should you lose her too, +Why, then you heap new torments on your friend, +By that respect which labour'd to relieve him-- +'Tis well, he is disturb'd; it makes him pause. [_aside._ + +_Alon._ Think'st thou, my Zanga, should I ask don Carlos, +His goodness would consent that I should wed her? + +_Zan._ I know, it would. + +_Alon._ But then the cruelty +To ask it, and for me to ask it of him! + +_Zan._ Methinks, you are severe upon your friend. +Who was it gave him liberty and life? + +_Alon._ That is the very reason which forbids it. +Were I a stranger I could freely speak: +In me it so resembles a demand, +Exacting of a debt, it shocks my nature. + +_Zan._ My lord, you know the sad alternative. +Is Leonora worth one pang or not? +It hurts not me, my lord, but as I love you: +Warmly as you I wish don Carlos well; +But I am likewise don Alonzo's friend: +There all the diff'rence lies between us two. +In me, my lord, you hear another self; +And, give me leave to add, a better too, +Clear'd from those errors, which, though caus'd by virtue, +Are such as may hereafter give you pain-- +Don Lopez of Castile would not demur thus. + +_Alon._ Perish the name! What, sacrifice the fair +To age and ugliness, because set in gold? +I'll to don Carlos, if my heart will let me. +I have not seen him since his sore affliction; +But shunn'd it, as too terrible to bear. +How shall I bear it now? I'm struck already. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ Half of my work is done. I must secure +Don Carlos, ere Alonzo speak with him. + +[_he gives a message to a Servant, then returns._ + +Proud, hated Spain, oft drench'd in Moorish blood! +Dost thou not feel a deadly foe within thee? +Shake not the tow'rs where'er I pass along, +Conscious of ruin, and their great destroyer? +Shake to the centre, if Alonzo's dear. +Look down, oh, holy prophet! see me torture +This Christian dog, this infidel, who dares +To smite thy votaries, and spurn thy law; +And yet hopes pleasure from two radiant eyes, +Which look as they were lighted up for thee! +Shall he enjoy thy paradise below? +Blast the bold thought, and curse him with her charms! +But see, the melancholy lover comes. + +_Enter Don Carlos._ + +_Car._ Hope, thou hast told me lies from day to day, +For more than twenty years; vile promiser! +None here are happy, but the very fool, +Or very wise: I am not fool enough +To smile in vanities, and hug a shadow; +Nor have I wisdom to elaborate +An artificial happiness from pains: +Ev'n joys are pains, because they cannot last. [_sighs._ +How many lift the head, look gay and smile, +Against their consciences? And this we know, +Yet, knowing, disbelieve, and try again +What we have try'd, and struggle with conviction. +Each new experience gives the former credit; +And rev'rend grey threescore is but a voucher, +That thirty told us true. + +_Zan._ My noble lord, +I mourn your fate: but are no hopes surviving? + +_Car._ No hopes. Alvarez has a heart of steel. +'Tis fix'd--'tis past--'tis absolute despair! + +_Zan._ You wanted not to have your heart made tender, +By your own pains, to feel a friend's distress. + +_Car._ I understand you well. Alonzo loves; +I pity him. + +_Zan._ I dare be sworn you do. +Yet he has other thoughts. + +_Car._ What canst thou mean? + +_Zan._ Indeed he has; and fears to ask a favour +A stranger from a stranger might request; +What costs you nothing, yet is all to him: +Nay, what indeed will to your glory add, +For nothing more than wishing your friend well. + +_Car._ I pray be plain; his happiness is mine. + +_Zan._ He loves to death; but so reveres his friend, +He can't persuade his heart to wed the maid +Without your leave, and that he fears to ask. +In perfect tenderness I urg'd him to it. +Knowing the deadly sickness of his heart, +Your overflowing goodness to your friend, +Your wisdom, and despair yourself to wed her, +I wrung a promise from him he would try: +And now I come, a mutual friend to both, +Without his privacy, to let you know it, +And to prepare you kindly to receive him. + +_Car._ Ha! if he weds, I am undone indeed; +Not don Alvarez' self can then relieve me. + +_Zan._ Alas, my lord, you know his heart is steel: +"'Tis fixed, 'tis past, 'tis absolute despair." + +_Car._ Oh, cruel heav'n! and is it not enough +That I must never, never see her more? +Say, is it not enough that I must die; +But I must be tormented in the grave?-- +Ask my consent!--Must I then give her to him? +Lead to his nuptial sheets the blushing maid? +Oh!--Leonora! never, never, never! + +_Zan._ A storm of plagues upon him! he refuses. [_aside._ + +_Car._ What, wed her--and to-day? + +_Zan._ To-day, or never. +To-morrow may some wealthier lover bring, +And then Alonzo is thrown out like you: +Then whom shall he condemn for his misfortune? +Carlos is an Alvarez to his love. + +_Car._ Oh, torment! whither shall I turn? + +_Zan._ To peace. + +_Car._ Which is the way? + +_Zan._ His happiness is yours---- +I dare not disbelieve you. + +_Car._ Kill my friend! +Or worse--Alas! and can there be a worse? +A worse there is: nor can my nature bear it. + +_Zan._ You have convinc'd me 'tis a dreadful task. +I find Alonzo's quitting her this morning +For Carlos' sake, in tenderness to you, +Betray'd me to believe it less severe +Than I perceive it is. + +_Car._ Thou dost upbraid me. + +_Zan._ No, my good lord; but since you can't comply, +'Tis my misfortune that I mention'd it; +For had I not, Alonzo would indeed +Have died, as now, but not by your decree. + +_Car._ By my decree! Do I decree his death? +I do--Shall I then lead her to his arms? +Oh, which side shall I take? Be stabb'd, or--stab? +'Tis equal death! a choice of agonies!---- +Ah, no!--all other agonies are ease +To one--O Leonora!--never, never! +Go, Zanga, go, defer the dreadful trial, +Though but a day; something, perchance, may happen +To soften all to friendship and to love. +Go, stop my friend, let me not see him now; +But save us from an interview of death. + +_Zan._ My lord, I'm bound in duty to obey you---- +If I not bring him, may Alonzo prosper! [_aside, exit._ + +_Car._ What is this world?--Thy school, oh, misery! +Our only lesson is to learn to suffer; +And he who knows not that was born for nothing. +But put it most severely--should I live-- +Live long--alas, there is no length in time! +Nor in thy time, oh, man!--What's fourscore years +Nay, what, indeed, the age of time itself, +Since cut from out eternity's wide round? +Yet Leonora--she can make time long, +Its nature alter, as she alter'd mine. + + While in the lustre of her charms I lay, + Whole summer suns roll'd unperceiv'd away; + I years for days, and days for moments, told, + And was surpris'd to hear that I grew old. + Now fate does rigidly its dues regain, + And ev'ry moment is an age of pain. + +_Enter Zanga and Don Alonzo; Zanga stops Don Carlos._ + +_Zan._ Is this don Carlos? this the boasted friend? +How can you turn your back upon his sadness? +Look on him, and then leave him if you can. + +_Car._ I cannot yield; nor can I bear his griefs. +Alonzo! [_goes to him, and takes his hand._ + +_Alon._ Oh, Carlos! + +_Car._ Pray, forbear. + +_Alon._ Art thou undone, and shall Alonzo smile? +Alonzo, who, perhaps, in some degree +Contributed to cause thy dreadful fate? +I was deputed guardian of thy love; +But, oh! I lov'd myself! Pour down, afflictions! +On this devoted head; make me your mark; +And be the world by my example taught, +How sacred it should hold the name of friend. + +_Car._ You charge yourself unjustly: well I know +The only cause of my severe affliction. +Alvarez, curs'd Alvarez!--So much anguish +Felt for so small a failure, is one merit +Which faultless virtue wants. The crime was mine, +Who plac'd thee there, where only thou couldst fail; +Though well I knew that dreadful post of honour +I gave thee to maintain. Ah! who could bear +Those eyes unhurt? The wounds myself have felt +(Which wounds alone should cause me to condemn thee,) +They plead in thy excuse; for I too strove +To shun those fires, and found 'twas not in man. + +_Alon._ You cast in shades the failure of a friend, +And soften all; but think not you deceive me; +I know my guilt, and I implore your pardon, +As the sole glimpse I can obtain of peace. + +_Car._ Pardon for him, who but this morning threw +Fair Leonora from his heart, all bath'd +In ceaseless tears, and blushing for her love! +Who, like a rose-leaf wet with morning dew, +Would have stuck close, and clung for ever there! +But 'twas in thee, through fondness for thy friend, +To shut thy bosom against ecstacies; +For which, while this pulse beats, it beats to thee; +While this blood flows, it flows for my Alonzo, +And every wish is levell'd at thy joy. + +_Zan._ [_to Alon._] My lord, my lord, this is your time to speak. + +_Alon._ [_to Zan._] Because he's kind? It therefore is the worst; +Do I not see him quite possess'd with anguish, +And shall I pour in new? No, fond desire; +No, love: one pang at parting, and farewell, +I have no other love but Carlos now. + +_Car._ Alas! my friend, why with such eager grasp +Dost press my hand, and weep upon my cheek? + +_Alon._ If, after death, our forms (as some believe) +Shall be transparent, naked every thought, +And friends meet friends, and read each other's hearts, +Thou'lt know one day that thou wast held most dear, +Farewell. + +_Car._ Alonzo, stop--he cannot speak-- [_holds him._ +Lest it should grieve me--Shall I be outdone? +And lose in glory, as I lose in love? [_aside._ +I take it much unkindly, my Alonzo, +You think so meanly of me not to speak, +When well I know your heart is near to bursting. +Have you forgot how you have bound me to you? +Your smallest friendship's liberty and life. + +_Alon._ There, there it is, my friend; it cuts me there. +How dreadful is it to a generous mind +To ask, when sure it cannot be deny'd! + +_Car._ How greatly thought! In all he towers above me. [_aside._ +Then you confess you would ask something of me? + +_Alon._ No, on my soul. + +_Zan._ [_to Alon._] Then lose her. + +_Car._ Glorious spirit! +Why, what a pang has he run through for this! +By heaven, I envy him his agonies. [_aside._ +My Alonzo! +Since thy great soul disdains to make request, +Receive with favour that I make to thee. + +_Alon._ What means my Carlos? + +_Car._ Pray observe me well. +Fate and Alvarez tore her from my heart, +And, plucking up my love, they had well nigh +Pluck'd up life too, for they were twin'd together. +Of that no more--What now does reason bid? +I cannot wed--Farewell, my happiness! +But, O my soul, with care provide for hers! +In life, how weak, how helpless, is a woman! +Take then my heart in dowry with the fair, +Be thou her guardian, and thou must be mine; +Shut out the thousand pressing ills of life +With thy surrounding arms--Do this, and then +Set down the liberty and life thou gav'st me, +As little things, as essays of thy goodness, +And rudiments of friendship so divine. + +_Alon._ There is a grandeur in thy goodness to me, +Which with thy foes would render thee ador'd. + +_Car._ I do not part with her, I give her thee. + +_Alon._ O, Carlos! +But think not words were ever made +For such occasions. Silence, tears, embraces, +Are languid eloquence; I'll seek relief +In absence from the pain of so much goodness, +There, thank the blest above, thy sole superiors, +Adore, and raise my thoughts of them by thee. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ Thus far success has crown'd my boldest hope. +My next care is to hasten these new nuptials, +And then my master-works begin to play. [_aside._ +Why that was greatly done, without one sigh [_to Car._ +To carry such a glory to its period. + +_Car._ Too soon thou praisest me. He's gone, and now +I must unsluice my over-burden'd heart, +And let it flow. I would not grieve my friend +With tears; nor interrupt my great design; +Great, sure, as ever human breast durst think of. +But now my sorrows, long with pain supprest, + Burst their confinement with impetuous sway, + O'er-swell all bounds, and bear e'en life away: + So till the day was won, the Greek renown'd + With anguish wore the arrow in his wound, + Then drew the shaft from out his tortur'd side, + Let gush the torrent of his blood, and dy'd. [_exeunt._ + + + + +ACT THE THIRD. + + +SCENE I. + +_Enter Zanga._ + +_Zan._ O joy, thou welcome stranger! twice three years +I have not felt thy vital beam; but now +It warms my veins, and plays around my heart: +A fiery instinct lifts me from the ground, +And I could mount!--the spirits numberless +Of my dear countrymen, which yesterday +Left their poor bleeding bodies on the field, +Are all assembled here, and o'er-inform me.-- +O, bridegroom! great indeed thy present bliss; +Yet even by me unenvy'd! for be sure +It is thy last, thy last smile, that which now +Sits on thy cheek; enjoy it while thou may'st; +Anguish, and groans, and death, bespeak to-morrow. + +_Enter Isabella._ + +My Isabella! + +_Isa._ What commands my Moor? + +_Zan._ My fair ally! my lovely minister! +'Twas well, Alvarez, by my arts impell'd +(To plunge don Carlos in the last despair, +And so prevent all future molestation), +Finish'd the nuptials soon as he resolv'd them; +This conduct ripen'd all for me and ruin. +Scarce had the priest the holy rites perform'd, +When I, by sacred inspiration, forg'd +That letter which I trusted to thy hand; +That letter, which in glowing terms conveys, +From happy Carlos to fair Leonora, +The most profound acknowledgement of heart, +For wondrous transports which he never knew. +This is a good subservient artifice, +To aid the nobler workings of my brain. + +_Isa._ I quickly dropp'd it in the bride's apartment, +As you commanded. + +_Zan._ With a lucky hand; +For soon Alonzo found it; I observ'd him +From out my secret stand. He took it up; +But scarce was it unfolded to his sight, +When he, as if an arrow pierc'd his eye, +Started, and trembling dropp'd it on the ground. +Pale and aghast awhile my victim stood, +Disguis'd a sigh or two, and puff'd them from him; +Then rubb'd his brow and took it up again. +At first he look'd as if he meant to read it; +But check'd by rising fears he crush'd it thus, +And thrust it, like an adder, in his bosom. + +_Isa._ But if he read it not, it cannot sting him, +At least not mortally. + +_Zan._ At first I thought so; +But farther thought informs me otherwise, +And turns this disappointment to account. +This, Isabella, is don Carlos' picture; +Take it, and so dispose of it, that found, +It may raise up a witness of her love; +Under her pillow, in her cabinet, +Or elsewhere, as shall best promote our end. + +_Isa._ I'll weigh it as its consequence requires, +Then do my utmost to deserve your smile. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ Is that Alonzo prostrate on the ground?-- +Now he starts up like flame from sleeping embers, +And wild distraction glares from either eye. +If thus a slight surmise can work his soul, +How will the fulness of the tempest tear him? + +_Enter Don Alonzo._ + +_Alon._ And yet it cannot be--I am deceiv'd-- +I injure her: she wears the face of heaven. + +_Zan._ He doubts. [_aside._ + +_Alon._ I dare not look on this again. +If the first glance, which gave suspicion only, +Had such effect, so smote my heart and brain, +The certainty would dash me all in pieces. +It cannot--Ha! it must, it must be true. [_starts._ + +_Zan._ Hold there, and we succeed. He has descry'd me. +And (for he thinks I love him) will unfold +His aching heart, and rest it on my counsel. +I'll seem to go, to make my stay more sure. [_aside._ + +_Alon._ Hold, Zanga, turn. + +_Zan._ My lord. + +_Alon._ Shut close the doors, +That not a spirit find an entrance here. + +_Zan._ My lord's obey'd. + +_Alon._ I see that thou art frighted. +If thou dost love me, I shall fill thy heart +With scorpions' stings. + +_Zan._ If I do love, my lord? + +_Alon._ Come near me, let me rest upon thy bosom; +(What pillow like the bosom of a friend?) +For I am sick at heart. + +_Zan._ Speak, sir, O, speak, +And take me from the rack. + +_Alon._ I am most happy: mine is victory, +Mine the king's favour, mine the nation's shout, +And great men make their fortunes of my smiles. +O curse of curses! in the lap of blessing +To be most curst!--My Leonora's false! + +_Zan._ Save me, my lord! + +_Alon._ My Leonora's false! [_gives him the letter._ + +_Zan._ Then heaven has lost its image here on earth. + +[_while Zanga reads the letter, he trembles, and +shows the utmost concern._ + +_Alon._ Good-natur'd man! he makes my pains his own. +I durst not read it; but I read it now +In thy concern. + +_Zan._ Did you not read it then? + +_Alon._ Mine eye just touch'd it, and could bear no more. + +_Zan._ Thus perish all that gives Alonzo pain! [_tears the letter._ + +_Alon._ Why didst thou tear it? + +_Zan._ Think of it no more. +'Twas your mistake, and groundless are your fears. + +_Alon._ And didst thou tremble then for my mistake? +Or give the whole contents, or by the pangs +That feed upon my heart, thy life's in danger. + +_Zan._ Is this Alonzo's language to his Zanga? +Draw forth your sword, and find the secret here. +For whose sake is it, think you, I conceal it? +Wherefore this rage? Because I seek your peace? +I have no interest in suppressing it, +But what good-natur'd tenderness for you +Obliges me to have. Not mine the heart +That will be rent in two. Not mine the fame +That will be damn'd, though all the world should know it. + +_Alon._ Then my worst fears are true, and life is past. + +_Zan._ What has the rashness of my passion utter'd? +I know not what; but rage is our destruction, +And all its words are wind--Yet sure, I think, +I nothing own'd--but grant I did confess, +What is a letter? letters may be forg'd. +For heav'n's sweet sake, my lord, lift up your heart. +Some foe to your repose-- + +_Alon._ So, heaven look on me, +As I can't find the man I have offended. + +_Zan._ Indeed! [_aside_]--Our innocence is not our shield. +They take offence, who have not been offended; +They seek our ruin too, who speak us fair, +And death is often ambush'd in their smiles. +'Tis certain +A letter may be forg'd, and in a point +Of such a dreadful consequence as this, +One would rely on nought that might be false-- +Think, have you any other cause to doubt her? +Away, you can find none. Resume your spirit; +All's well again. + +_Alon._ Oh that it were! + +_Zan._ It is; +For who could credit that, which, credited, +Makes hell superfluous by superior pains, +Without such proofs as cannot be withstood? +Has she not ever been to virtue train'd? +Is not her fame as spotless as the sun, +Her sex's envy, and the boast of Spain? + +_Alon._ O, Zanga! it is that confounds me most, +That, full in opposition to appearance-- + +_Zan._ No more, my lord, for you condemn yourself. +What is absurdity, but to believe +Against appearance!--You can't yet, I find, +Subdue your passion to your better sense;-- +And, truth to tell, it does not much displease me. +'Tis fit our indiscretions should be check'd +With some degree of pain. + +_Alon._ What indiscretion? + +_Zan._ Come, you must bear to hear your faults from me. +Had you not sent don Carlos to the court +The night before the battle, that foul slave, +Who forg'd the senseless scroll which gives you pain, +Had wanted footing for his villany. + +_Alon._ I sent him not. + +_Zan._ Not send him!--Ha!--That strikes me. +I thought he came on message to the king. +Is there another cause could justify +His shunning danger, and the promis'd fight? +But I perhaps may think too rigidly; +So long an absence, and impatient love-- + +_Alon._ In my confusion, that had quite escap'd me. +By heaven, my wounded soul does bleed afresh; +'Tis clear as day--for Carlos is so brave, +He lives not but on fame, he hunts for danger, +And is enamour'd of the face of death. +How then could he decline the next day's battle, +But for the transports?--Oh, it must be so-- +Inhuman! by the loss of his own honour, +To buy the ruin of his friend! + +_Zan._ You wrong him; +He knew not of your love. + +_Alon._ Ha!-- + +_Zan._ That stings home. [_aside._ + +_Alon._ Indeed, he knew not of my treacherous love-- +Proofs rise on proofs, and still the last the strongest. +Love is my torture, love was first my crime; +For she was his, my friend's, and he (O horror!) +Confided all in me. O sacred faith! +How dearly I abide thy violation! + +_Zan._ Were then their loves far gone? + +_Alon._ The father's will +There bore a total sway; and he, as soon +As news arriv'd that Carlos' fleet was seen +From off our coast, fir'd with the love of gold, +Determin'd that the very sun which saw +Carlos' return, should see his daughter wed. + +_Zan._ Indeed, my lord; then you must pardon me, +If I presume to mitigate the crime. +Consider, strong allurements soften guilt; +Long was his absence, ardent was his love, +At midnight his return, the next day destin'd +For his espousals--'twas a strong temptation. + +_Alon._ Temptation! + +_Zan._ 'Twas but gaining of one night. + +_Alon._ One night! + +_Zan._ That crime could ne'er return again. + +_Alon._ Again! By heaven, thou dost insult thy lord. +Temptation! One night gain'd! O stings and death! +And am I then undone? Alas, my Zanga! +And dost thou own it too? Deny it still, +And rescue me one moment from distraction. + +_Zan._ My lord, I hope the best. + +_Alon._ False, foolish hope, thou know'st it false; +It is as glaring as the noon-tide sun. +Devil!--This morning, after three years' coldness, +To rush at once into a passion for me! +'Twas time to feign, 'twas time to get another, +When her first fool was sated with her beauties. + +_Zan._ What says my lord? Did Leonora then +Never before disclose her passion for you? + +_Alon._ Never. + +_Zan._ Throughout the whole three years? + +_Alon._ O never! never! +Why, Zanga, shouldst thou strive? 'Tis all in vain: +Though thy soul labours, it can find no reed +For hope to catch at. Ah! I'm plunging down +Ten thousand thousand fathoms in despair. + +_Zan._ Hold, sir, I'll break your fall--wave ev'ry fear, +And be a man again--Had he enjoy'd her, +Be most assur'd, he had resign'd her to you +With less reluctance. + +_Alon._ Ha! Resign'd her to me!-- +Resign her!--Who resign'd her?--Double death! +How could I doubt so long? My heart is broke. +First love her to distraction! then resign her! + +_Zan._ But was it not with utmost agony? + +_Alon._ Grant that, he still resign'd her; that's enough. +Would he pluck out his eye to give it me? +Tear out his heart?--She was his heart no more-- +Nor was it with reluctance he resign'd her; +By heav'n, he ask'd, he courted, me to wed. +I thought it strange; 'tis now no longer so. + +_Zan._ Was't his request? Are you right sure of that? +I fear the letter was not all a tale. + +_Alon._ A tale! There's proof equivalent to sight. + +_Zan._ I should distrust my sight on this occasion. + +_Alon._ And so should I; by heav'n, I think I should. +What, Leonora! the divine, by whom +We guess'd at angels! Oh! I'm all confusion. + +_Zan._ You now are too much ruffled to think clearly. +Since bliss and horror, life and death, hang on it, +Go to your chamber, there maturely weigh +Each circumstance; consider, above all, +That it is jealousy's peculiar nature +To swell small things to great; nay, out of nought +To conjure much, and then to lose its reason +Amid the hideous phantoms it has form'd. + +_Alon._ Had I ten thousand lives, I'd give them all +To be deceiv'd. +And yet she seem'd so pure, that I thought heav'n +Borrow'd her form for virtue's self to wear, +To gain her lovers with the sons of men. +O, Leonora! Leonora! [_exit._ + +_Re-enter Isabella._ + +_Zan._ Thus far it works auspiciously. My patient +Thrives, underneath my hand, in misery. +He's gone to think; that is, to be distracted. + +_Isa._ I overheard your conference, and saw you, +To my amazement, tear the letter. + +_Zan._ There, +There, Isabella, I out-did myself. +For, tearing it, I not secure it only +In its first force, but superadd a new. +For who can now the character examine +To cause a doubt, much less detect the fraud? +And after tearing it, as loth to show +The foul contents, if I should swear it now +A forgery, my lord would disbelieve me, +Nay, more, would disbelieve the more I swore. +But is the picture happily dispos'd of? + +_Isa._ It is. + +_Zan._ That's well--Ah! what is well? O pang to think! +O dire necessity! is this my province? +Whither, my soul! ah! whither art thou sunk? +Does this become a soldier? this become +Whom armies follow'd, and a people lov'd? +My martial glory withers at the thought. +But great my end; and since there are no other, +These means are just, they shine with borrow'd light, +Illustrious from the purpose they pursue. + + And greater sure my merit, who, to gain + A point sublime, can such a task sustain; + To wade through ways obscene, my honour bend, + And shock my nature, to attain my end. + Late time shall wonder; that my joys will raise: + For wonder is involuntary praise. [_exeunt._ + + + + +ACT THE FOURTH. + + +SCENE I. + +_Enter Don Alonzo and Zanga._ + +_Alon._ Oh, what a pain to think! when ev'ry thought, +Perplexing thought, in intricacies runs, +And reason knits th' inextricable toil, +In which herself is taken! +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._ O, forbear! +You totter on the very brink of ruin. + +_Alon._ What dost thou mean? + +_Zan._ That will discover all, +And kill my hopes. What can I think or do? [_aside._ + +_Alon._ What, dost thou murmur? + +_Zan._ Force the secret from her! +What's perjury to such a crime as this? +Will she confess it then? O, groundless hope! +But rest assur'd, she'll make this accusation, +Or false or true, your ruin with the king; +Such is her father's pow'r. + +_Alon._ No more, I care not; +Rather than groan beneath this load, I'll die. + +_Zan._ But for what better will you change this load? +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? + +_Zan._ You should not hazard life to gain the secret. + +_Alon._ What dost thou mean? thou know'st I'm on the rack. +I'll not be play'd with; speak, if thou hast aught, +Or I this instant fly to Leonora. + +_Zan._ That is, to death. My lord, I am not yet +Quite so far gone in guilt to suffer it; +Though gone too far, heav'n knows--'Tis I am guilty; +I have took pains, as you, I know, observ'd, +To hinder you from diving in the secret, +And turn'd aside your thoughts from the detection. + +_Alon._ Thou dost confound me. + +_Zan._ I confound myself; +And frankly own, though to my shame I own it, +Nought but your life in danger could have torn +The secret out, and made me own my crime. + +_Alon._ Speak quickly, Zanga, speak. + +_Zan._ Not yet, dread sir: +First, I must be assur'd, that if you find +The fair one guilty, scorn, as you assur'd me, +Shall conquer love and rage, and heal your soul. + +_Alon._ Oh! 't will, by heav'n. + +_Zan._ Alas! I fear it much, +And scarce can hope so far; but I of this +Exact your solemn oath, that you'll abstain +From all self-violence, and save my lord. + +_Alon._ I trebly swear. + +_Zan._ You'll bear it like a man? + +_Alon._ A god. + +_Zan._ Such have you been to me, these tears confess it; +And pour'd forth miracles of kindness on me: +And what amends is now within my pow'r, +But to confess, expose myself to justice, +And as a blessing claim my punishment? +Know then, don Carlos-- + +_Alon._ Oh! + +_Zan._ You cannot bear it. + +_Alon._ Go on, I'll have it, though it blast mankind; +I'll have it all, and instantly. Go on. + +_Zan._ Don Carlos did return at dead of night-- +That night, by chance (ill chance for me) did I +Command the watch that guards the palace gate. +He told me he had letters for the king, +Despatch'd from you. + +_Alon._ The villain lied! + +_Zan._ My lord, +I pray, forbear--Transported at his sight, +After so long a bondage, and your friend, +(Who could suspect him of an artifice?) +No farther I inquir'd, but let him pass, +False to my trust, at least imprudent in it. +Our watch reliev'd, I went into the garden, +As is my custom, when the night's serene, +And took a moon-light walk: when soon I heard +A rustling in an arbour that was near me. +I saw two lovers in each other's arms, +Embracing and embrac'd. Anon the man +Arose; and, falling back some paces from her, +Gaz'd ardently awhile, then rush'd at once, +And, throwing all himself into her bosom, +There softly sigh'd, "Oh, night of ecstasy! +When shall we meet again?"--Don Carlos then +Led Leonora forth. + +_Alon._ Oh, oh, my heart! [_he sinks into a chair._ + +_Zan._ Groan on, and with the sound refresh my soul! +'Tis through his heart; his knees smite one another: +'Tis through his brain; his eye-balls roll in anguish. [_aside._ +My lord, my lord, why will you rack my soul? + +_Alon._ Oh, she was all! +My fame, my friendship, and my love of arms, +All stoop'd to her; my blood was her possession. +Deep in the secret foldings of my heart +She liv'd with life, and far the dearer she: +To think on't is the torment of the damn'd, +And not to think on't is impossible. + +_Zan._ You said you'd bear it like a man. + +_Alon._ I do. +Am I not most distracted? + +_Zan._ Pray, be calm. + +_Alon._ As hurricanes:--be thou assur'd of that. + +_Zan._ Is this the wise Alonzo? + +_Alon._ Villain, no: +He died in the arbour--he was murder'd there!-- + +_Zan._ Alas! he weeps. + +_Alon._ Go, dig her grave! + +_Zan._ My lord! + +_Alon._ But that her blood's too hot, I would carouse it +Around my bridal board! + +_Zan._ And I would pledge thee. [_aside._ + +_Alon._ But I may talk too fast. Pray let me think, +And reason mildly.--Wedded and undone +Before one night descends.--Oh, hasty evil! +What friend to comfort me in my extreme! +Where's Carlos? why is Carlos absent from me? +Does he know what has happen'd? + +_Zan._ My lord! + +_Alon._ Oh, villain, villain, most accurst! +If thou didst know it, why didst let me wed? + +_Zan._ Hear me, my lord; your anger will abate. +I knew it not:--I saw them in the garden; +But saw no more than you might well expect +To see in lovers destin'd for each other. +By heav'n, I thought their meeting innocent. +Who could suspect fair Leonora's virtue, +'Till after-proofs conspir'd to blacken it? +Sad proofs, which came too late, which broke not out, +(Eternal curses on Alvarez' haste!) +'Till holy rites had made the wanton yours; +And then, I own, I labour'd to conceal it, +In duty and compassion to your peace. + +_Alon._ Live now, be damn'd hereafter--for I want thee. +Let me think-- +The jess'mine bower--'tis secret and remote: +Go, wait me there, and take thy dagger with thee. [_exit Zanga._ +How sweet the sound still sings within my ear! +When shall we meet again?--To-night, in hell. [_going._ + +_Enter Leonora._ + +Ha! I'm surprised! I stagger at her charms! +Oh, angel-devil!--Shall I stab her now? +No--It shall be as I at first determin'd. +To kill her now were half my vengeance lost. +Then I must now dissemble--if I can. + +_Leon._ My lord, excuse me; see, a second time +I come in embassy from all your friends, +Whose joys are languid, uninspir'd by you. + +_Alon._ This moment, Leonora, I was coming +To thee, and all--but sure, or I mistake, +Or thou canst well inspire my friends with joy. + +_Leon._ What says my lord? + +_Alon._ Thou art exceeding fair. + +_Leon._ Beauty alone is but of little worth; +But when the soul and body of a piece, +Both shine alike; then they obtain a price, +And are a fit reward for gallant actions, +Heaven's pay on earth for such great souls as yours;-- +If fair and innocent, I am your due. + +_Alon._ Innocent! [_aside._ + +_Leon._ How, my lord! I interrupt you. + +_Alon._ No, my best life! I must not part with thee-- +This hand is mine--Oh, what a hand is here! +So soft, souls sink into it, and are lost! + +_Leon._ In tears, my lord? + +_Alon._ What less can speak my joy? +Why, I could gaze upon thy looks for ever, +And drink in all my being from thine eyes; +And I could snatch a flaming thunderbolt, +And hurl destruction!-- + +_Leon._ My lord, you fright me. +Is this the fondness of your nuptial hour? +Why, when I woo your hand, is it deny'd me? +Your very eyes, why are they taught to shun me?-- +Nay, my good lord, I have a title here, [_takes his hand._ +And I will have it. Am I not your wife? +Have I not just authority to know +That heart which I have purchas'd with my own? +Tell me the secret; I conjure you, tell me. +Speak then, I charge you speak, or I expire, +And load you with my death. My lord, my lord! + +_Alon._ Ha, ha, ha! + +[_he breaks from her, and she sinks upon the floor._ + +_Leon._ Are these the joys which fondly I conceiv'd? +And is it thus a wedded life begins? +What did I part with, when I gave my heart? +I knew not that all happiness went with it. +Why did I leave my tender father's wing, +And venture into love? The maid that loves, +Goes out to sea upon a shatter'd plank, +And puts her trust in miracles for safety. +Where shall I sigh?--where pour out my complaint? +He that should hear, should succour, should redress, +He is the source of all. + +_Alon._ Go to thy chamber; +I soon will follow; that which now disturbs thee +Shall be clear'd up, and thou shalt not condemn me. [_exit Leonora._ +Oh, how like innocence she looks!--What, stab her! +And rush into her blood? +How then? why thus--no more; it is determin'd. + +_Re-enter Zanga._ + +_Zan._ I fear, his heart has fail'd him. She must die. +Can I not rouse the snake that's in his bosom, +To sting out human nature, and effect it? [_aside._ + +_Alon._ This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, +Those skies, through which it rolls, must all have end. +What then is man? the smallest part of nothing. +Day buries day; month, month; and year, the year. +Our life is but a chain of many deaths; +Can then death's self be fear'd? our life much rather. +Life is the desert, life the solitude. +Death joins us to the great majority: +'Tis to be borne to Platos and to Caesars; +'Tis to be great for ever; +'Tis pleasure, 'tis ambition, then to die. + +_Zan._ I think, my lord, you talk'd of death. + +_Alon._ I did. + +_Zan._ I give you joy, then Leonora's dead. + +_Alon._ No, Zanga; to shed a woman's blood +Would stain my sword, and make my wars inglorious; +He who, superior to the checks of nature, +Dares make his life the victim of his reason, +Does in some sort that reason deify, +And take a flight at heaven. + +_Zan._ Alas, my lord, +'Tis not your reason, but her beauty, finds +Those arguments, and throws you on your sword. +You cannot close an eye that is so bright, +You cannot strike a breast that is so soft, +That has ten thousand ecstasies in store-- +For Carlos?--No, my lord, I mean for you. + +_Alon._ Oh, through my heart and marrow! pr'ythee, spare me, +Nor more upbraid the weakness of thy lord: +I own, I try'd, I quarrell'd with my heart, +And push'd it on, and bid it give her death; +But, oh, her eyes struck first and murder'd me. + +_Zan._ I know not what to answer to my lord. +Men are but men; we did not make ourselves. +Farewell then, my best lord, since you must die. +Oh, that I were to share your monument, +And in eternal darkness close these eyes +Against those scenes which I am doom'd to suffer! + +_Alon._ What dost thou mean? + +_Zan._ And is it then unknown? +Oh, grief of heart, to think that you should ask it! +Sure you distrust that ardent love I bear you, +Else could you doubt when you are laid in dust-- +But it will cut my poor heart through and through, +To see those revel on your sacred tomb, +Who brought you thither by their lawless loves. +For there they'll revel, and exult to find +Him sleep so fast, who else might mar their joys. + +_Alon._ Distraction! But don Carlos well thou know'st +Is sheath'd in steel, and bent on other thoughts. + +_Zan._ I'll work him to the murder of his friend. [_aside._ +Yes, till the fever of his blood returns, +While her last kiss still glows upon his cheek. +But when he finds Alonzo is no more, +How will he rush, like lightning, to her arms! +There sigh, there languish, there pour out his soul; +But not in grief--sad obsequies to thee!-- +But thou wilt be at peace, nor see, nor hear, +The burning kiss, the sigh of ecstasy, +Their throbbing hearts that jostle one another: +Thank heaven, these torments will be all my own. + +_Alon._ I'll ease thee of that pain. Let Carlos die; +O'ertake him on the road, and see it done. +'Tis my command. [_gives his signet._ + +_Zan._ I dare not disobey. + +_Alon._ My Zanga, now I have thy leave to die. + +_Zan._ Ah, sir! think, think again. Are all men buried +In Carlos' grave? you know not womankind: +When once the throbbing of the heart has broke +The modest zone, with which it first was ty'd, +Each man she meets will be a Carlos to her. + +_Alon._ That thought has more of hell than had the former. +Another, and another, and another! +And each shall cast a smile upon my tomb. +I am convinc'd; I must not, will not, die. + +_Zan._ You cannot die; nor can you murder her. +What then remains? In nature no third way, +But to forget, and so to love again. + +_Alon._ Oh! + +_Zan._ If you forgive, the world will call you good; +If you forget, the world will call you wise; +If you receive her to your grace again, +The world will call you--very, very kind. + +_Alon._ Zanga, I understand thee well. She dies; +Though my arm tremble at the stroke, she dies. + +_Zan._ That's truly great. What think you 'twas set up +The Greek and Roman name in such a lustre, +But doing right in stern despite to nature; +Shutting their ears to all her little cries, +When great, august, and godlike justice call'd? +At Aulis, one pour'd out a daughter's life, +And gain'd more glory than by all his wars; +Another, slew a sister in just rage; +A third, the theme of all succeeding times, +Gave to the cruel axe a darling son: +Nay more, for justice some devote themselves, +As he at Carthage, an immortal name! +Yet there is one step left above them all, +Above their history, above their fable: +A wife, bride, mistress, unenjoy'd--do that, +And tread upon the Greek and Roman glory. + +_Alon._ 'Tis done!--Again new transports fire my brain: +I had forgot it, 'tis my bridal night. +Friend, give me joy, we must be gay together; +See that the festival be duly honour'd. + + And when with garlands the full bowl is crown'd, + And music gives her elevating sound, + And golden carpets spread the sacred floor, + And a new day the blazing tapers pour, + Thou, Zanga, then my solemn friends invite, + From the dark realms of everlasting night; + Call Vengeance, call the furies, call Despair, + And Death, our chief-invited guest, be there; + He, with pale hand, shall lead the bride, and spread + Eternal curtains round our nuptial bed. [_exeunt._ + + + + +ACT THE FIFTH. + + +SCENE I. + +_Enter Alonzo, meeting Zanga._ + +_Alon._ Is Carlos murder'd? + +_Zan._ I obey'd your order. +Six ruffians overtook him on the road; +He fought as he was wont, and four he slew. +Then sunk beneath an hundred wounds to death. +His last breath blest Alonzo, and desir'd +His bones might rest near yours. + +_Alon._ Oh, Zanga! Zanga! +But I'll not think: for I must act, and thinking +Would ruin me for action. +Where's Leonora then? Quick, answer me: +I'm deep in horrors, I'll be deeper still. +I find thy artifice did take effect, +And she forgives my late deportment to her. + +_Zan._ I told her, from your childhood you was wont, +On any great surprise, but chiefly then +When cause of sorrow bore it company, +To have your passion shake the seat of reason; +A momentary ill, which soon blew o'er: +Then did I tell her of don Carlos' death +(Wisely suppressing by what means he fell), +And laid the blame on that. At first she doubted; +But such the honest artifice I us'd, +And such her ardent wish it should be true, +That she, at length, was fully satisfied. +But what design you, sir, and how? + +_Alon._ I'll tell thee. +Thus I've ordain'd it. In the jess'mine bow'r, +The place which she dishonour'd with her guilt, +There will I meet her; the appointment's made; +And calmly spread (for I can do it now) +The blackness of her crime before her sight; +And then, with all the cool solemnity +Of public justice, give her to the grave. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ Why, get thee gone! horror and night go with thee. +Sisters of Acheron, go hand in hand, +Go dance around the bow'r, and close them; +And tell them, that I sent you to salute them +Profane the ground; and for th' ambrosial rose, +And breath of jess'mine, let hemlock blacken, +And deadly nightshade poison, all the air. +For the sweet nightingale, may ravens croak, +Toads pant, and adders rustle through the leaves; +May serpents winding up the trees let fall +Their hissing necks upon them from above, +And mingle kisses--such as I would give them. [_exit._ + + +SCENE II. THE BOWER. + +_Enter Alonzo.--Leonora sleeping._ + +_Alon._ Ye amaranths! ye roses, like the morn! +Sweet myrtles, and ye golden orange groves! +Why do you smile? Why do you look so fair? +Are ye not blighted as I enter in? +Did ever midnight ghosts assemble here? +Have these sweet echoes ever learn'd to groan? +Joy-giving, love-inspiring, holy bow'r! +Know, in thy fragrant bosom thou receiv'st +A--murderer! Oh, I shall stain thy lilies, +And horror will usurp the seat of bliss. [_advances._ +Ha! she sleeps-- +The day's uncommon heat has overcome her. +Then take, my longing eyes, your last, full gaze. +Oh, what a sight is here! how dreadful fair! +Who would not think that being innocent? +Where shall I strike? who strikes her, strikes himself. +My own life-blood will issue at her wound. +But see, she smiles! I never shall smile more; +It strongly tempts me to a parting kiss. [_going, he starts back._ +Ha! smile again. She dreams of him she loves. +Curse on her charms! I'll stab her through them all. + +[_as he is going to strike, she wakes._ + +_Leon._ My lord, your stay was long; and yonder lull +Of falling waters tempted me to rest, +Dispirited with noon's excessive heat. + +_Alon._ Ye pow'rs! with what an eye she mends the day! +While they were clos'd, I should have giv'n the blow. [_aside._ + +_Leon._ What says my lord? + +_Alon._ Why, this Alonzo says: +If love were endless, men were gods; 'tis that +Does counterbalance travel, danger, pain-- +'Tis heav'n's expedient to make mortals bear +The light, and cheat them of the peaceful grave. + +_Leon._ Alas, my lord! why talk you of the grave? +Your friend is dead: in friendship you sustain +A mighty loss; repair it with my love. + +_Alon._ Thy love, thou piece of witchcraft! I would say, +Thou brightest angel! I could gaze for ever. +But oh, those eyes! those murderers! Oh, whence, +Whence didst thou steal their burning orbs? from heaven? +Thou didst; and 'tis religion to adore them. + +_Leon._ My best Alonzo, moderate your thoughts. +Extremes still fright me, though of love itself. + +_Alon._ Extremes indeed! it hurry'd me away; +But I come home again--and now for justice-- +And now for death--It is impossible-- [_aside._ +I leave her to just heav'n. [_drops the dagger, goes off._ + +_Leon._ Ha, a dagger! +What dost thou say, thou minister of death? +What dreadful tale dost tell me?--Let me think-- + +_Enter Zanga._ + +_Zan._ Death to my tow'ring hope! Oh! fall from high! +My close, long-labour'd scheme at once is blasted, +That dagger, found, will cause her to inquire; +Inquiry will discover all; my hopes +Of vengeance perish; I myself am lost-- +Curse on the coward's heart; wither his hand, +Which held the steel in vain!--what can be done? +Where can I fix?--that's something still--'twill breed +Fell rage and bitterness betwixt their souls, +Which may, perchance, grow up to greater evil: +If not, 'tis all I can--It shall be so-- [_aside._ + +_Leon._ Oh, Zanga, I am sinking in my fears! +Alonzo dropp'd this dagger as he left me, +And left me in a strange disorder too. +What can this mean? Angels preserve his life! + +_Zan._ Yours, madam, yours. + +_Leon._ What, Zanga, dost thou say? + +_Zan._ Carry you goodness then to such extremes, +So blinded to the faults of him you love, +That you perceive not he is jealous? + +_Leon._ Heav'ns! +And yet a thousand things recur that swear it. +What villain could inspire him with that thought? +It is not of the growth of his own nature. + +_Zan._ Some villain; who, hell knows; but he is jealous; +And 'tis most fit a heart so pure as yours +Do itself justice, and assert its honour, +And make him conscious of his stab to virtue. + +_Leon._ Jealous! it sickens at my heart. Unkind, +Ungen'rous, groundless, weak, and insolent! +Why, wherefore? on what shadow of occasion? +Oh, how the great man lessens to my thought! +How could so mean a vice as jealousy +Live in a throng of such exalted virtues! +I scorn and hate, yet love him, and adore. +I cannot, will not, dare not, think it true, +'Till from himself I know it. [_exit._ + +_Zan._ This succeeds +Just to my wish. Now she, with violence, +Upbraids him; he, not doubting she is guilty, +Rages no less; and if on either side +The waves run high, there still lives hope of ruin. + +_Re-enter Alonzo._ + +My lord-- + +_Alon._ Oh, Zanga, hold thy peace! I am no coward; +But heav'n itself did hold my hand; I felt it, +By the well-being of my soul, I did. +I'll think of vengeance at another season. + +_Zan._ My lord, her guilt-- + +_Alon._ Perdition on thee, Moor, +For that one word! Ah, do not rouse that thought! +I have o'erwhelm'd it much as possible: +I tell thee, Moor, I love her to distraction. +If 'tis my shame, why, be it so--I love her; +I could not hurt her to be lord of earth; +It shocks my nature like a stroke from heav'n. +But see, my Leonora comes--Be gone. [_exit Zanga._ + +_Re-enter Leonora._ + +Oh, seen for ever, yet for ever new! +The conquer'd thou dost conquer o'er again, +Inflicting wound on wound. + +_Leon._ Alas, my lord! +What need of this to me? + +_Alon._ Ha! dost thou weep? + +_Leon._ Have I no cause? + +_Alon._ If love is thy concern, +Thou hast no cause: none ever lov'd like me. +Oh, that this one embrace would last for ever! + +_Leon._ Could this man ever mean to wrong my virtue? +Could this man e'er design upon my life? +Impossible! I throw away the thought. [_aside._ +These tears declare how much I taste the joy +Of being folded in your arms and heart; +My universe does lie within that space. +This dagger bore false witness. + +_Alon._ Ha, my dagger! +It rouses horrid images. Away, +Away with it, and let us talk of love. + +_Leon._ Of death! + +_Alon._ As thou lov'st happiness-- + +_Leon._ Of murder! + +_Alon._ Rash, +Rash woman! yet forbear. +Alas, thou quite mistak'st my cause of pain! +Yet, yet dismiss me; I am all in flames. + +_Leon._ Who has most cause, you or myself? what act +Of my whole life encourag'd you to this? +Or of your own, what guilt has drawn it on you? +You find me kind, and think me kind to all; +The weak, ungen'rous error of your sex. +What could inspire the thought? We oft'nest judge +From our own hearts; and is yours then so frail, +It prompts you to conceive thus ill of me? +He that can stoop to harbour such a thought, +Deserves to find it true. [_holding him._ + +_Alon._ [_turning on her_] Ill-fated woman! +Why hast thou forc'd me back into the gulf +Of agonies I had block'd up from thought? +For, since thou hast replung'd me in my torture, +I will be satisfy'd. + +_Leon._ Be satisfy'd! + +_Alon._ Yes, thy own mouth shall witness it against thee; +I will be satisfy'd. + +_Leon._ Of what? + +_Alon._ Of what? +How dar'st thou ask that question? Woman, woman, +Weak and assur'd at once! thus 'tis for ever. +Who told thee that thy virtue was suspected? +Who told thee I design'd upon thy life? +You found the dagger; but that could not speak: +Nor did I tell thee; who did tell thee then? +Guilt, conscious guilt! + +_Leon._ This to my face! Oh, heaven! + +_Alon._ This to thy very soul. + +_Leon._ Thou'rt not in earnest? + +_Alon._ Serious as death. + +_Leon._ Then heav'n have mercy on thee. +Till now, I struggled not to think it true; +I sought conviction, and would not believe it. +And dost thou force me? this shall not be borne +Thou shalt repent this insult. [_going._ + +_Alon._ Madam, stay. +Your passion's wise; 'tis a disguise for guilt: +You and your thousand arts shall not escape me. + +_Leon._ Arts? + +_Alon._ Arts! Confess; for death is in my hand. + +_Leon._ 'Tis in your words. + +_Alon._ Confess, confess, confess! +Nor tear my veins with passion to compel thee. + +_Leon._ I scorn to answer thee, presumptuous man! + +_Alon._ Deny then, and incur a fouler shame. +Where did I find this picture? + +_Leon._ Ha, don Carlos! +By my best hopes, more welcome than thy own. + +_Alon._ I know it; but is vice so very rank, +That thou shouldst dare to dash it in my face? +Nature is sick of thee, abandon'd woman! + +_Leon._ Repent. + +_Alon._ Is that for me? + +_Leon._ Fall, ask my pardon. + +_Alon._ Astonishment! + +_Leon._ Dar'st thou persist to think I am dishonest? + +_Alon._ I know thee so. + +_Leon._ This blow then to thy heart-- + +[_she stabs herself; he endeavours to prevent her._ + +_Alon._ Ho, Zanga! Isabella! ho! she bleeds! +Descend, ye blessed angels, to assist her! + +_Leon._ This is the only way I would wound thee, +Though most unjust. Now think me guilty still. + +_Enter Isabella._ + +_Alon._ Bear her to instant help. The world to save her. + +_Leon._ Unhappy man! well may'st thou gaze and tremble. +But fix thy terror and amazement right; +Not on my blood, but on thy own distraction. +What hast thou done? whom censur'd--Leonora! +When thou hadst censur'd, thou wouldst save her life: +Oh, inconsistent! should I live in shame, +Or stoop to any other means but this +T' assert my virtue? no: she who disputes, +Admits it possible she might be guilty. +While aught but truth could be my inducement to it, +While it might look like an excuse to thee, +I scorn'd to vindicate my innocence: +But now, I let thy rashness know, the wound +Which least I feel, is that my dagger made. + +[_exit Isabella, leading out Leonora._ + +_Alon._ Ha! was this woman guilty?--And if not-- +How my thoughts darken that way! grant, kind heaven, +That she prove guilty; or my being end. +Is that my hope, then?--Sure, the sacred dust +Of her that bore me trembles in its urn. + Is it in man the sore distress to bear, + When hope itself is blacken'd to despair? + When all the bliss I pant for, is to gain + In hell, a refuge from severer pain? [_exit._ + +_Re-enter Zanga._ + +_Zan._ How stands the great account 'twixt me and vengeance? +Though much is paid, yet still it owes me much, +And I will not abate a single groan-- +Ha! that were well--but that were fatal too-- +Why, be it so--Revenge so truly great, +Would come too cheap, if bought with less than life. + +_Re-enter Isabella._ + +_Isa._ Ah, Zanga, see me tremble! has not yet +Thy cruel heart its fill?--Poor Leonora-- + +_Zan._ Welters in blood, and gasps for her last breath. +What then? we all must die. + +_Isa._ Alonzo raves, +And, in the tempest of his grief, has thrice +Attempted on his life. At length, disarm'd, +He calls his friends, that save him, his worst foes, +And importunes the skies for swift perdition. +Thus in his storm of sorrow: after pause, +He started up, and call'd aloud for Zanga, +For Zanga rav'd; and see, he seeks you here, +To learn the truth which most he dreads to know. + +_Zan._ Begone. Now, now, my soul, consummate all. [_exit Isabella._ + +_Re-enter Alonzo._ + +_Alon._ Oh, Zanga! + +_Zan._ Do not tremble so; but speak. + +_Alon._ I dare not. [_falls on him._ + +_Zan._ You will drown me with your tears. + +_Alon._ Have I not cause? + +_Zan._ As yet, you have no cause. + +_Alon._ Dost thou too rave? + +_Zan._ Your anguish is to come: +You much have been abus'd. + +_Alon._ Abus'd! by whom? + +_Zan._ To know, were little comfort. + +_Alon._ Oh, 'twere much! + +_Zan._ Indeed! + +_Alon._ By heaven! Oh, give him to my fury! + +_Zan._ Born for your use, I live but to oblige you. +Know, then, 'twas--I. + +_Alon._ Am I awake? + +_Zan._ For ever. +Thy wife is guiltless--that's one transport to me; +And I, I let thee know it--that's another. +I urg'd don Carlos to resign his mistress, +I forg'd the letter, I dispos'd the picture; +I hated, I despis'd, and I destroy! + +_Alon._ Oh! [_swoons._ + +_Zan._ Why, this is well--why, this is blow for blow! +Where are you? crown me, shadow me with laurels, +Ye spirits which delight in just revenge! +Let Europe and her pallid sons go weep; +Let Afric and her hundred thrones rejoice: +Oh, my dear countrymen, look down and see +How I bestride your prostrate conqueror! +I tread on haughty Spain, and all her kings. +But this is mercy, this is my indulgence; +'Tis peace, 'tis refuge from my indignation. +I must awake him into horrors. Hoa! +Alonzo, hoa! the Moor is at the gate! +Awake, invincible, omnipotent! +Thou who dost all subdue! + +_Alon._ Inhuman slave! + +_Zan._ Fall'n Christian, thou mistak'st my character. +Look on me. Who am I? I know, thou say'st +The Moor, a slave, an abject, beaten slave: +(Eternal woes to him that made me so!) +But look again. Has six years' cruel bondage +Extinguish'd majesty so far, that nought +Shines here to give an awe of one above thee? +When the great Moorish king, Abdallah, fell, +Fell by thy hand accurs'd, I fought fast by him, +His son, though, through his fondness, in disguise, +Less to expose me to th' ambitious foe.-- +Ha! does it wake thee?--O'er my father's corse +I stood astride till I had clove thy crest; +And then was made the captive of a squadron, +And sunk into thy servant--But, oh! what, +What were my wages? Hear not heaven, nor earth! +My wages were a blow! by heaven, a blow! +And from a mortal hand! + +_Alon._ Oh, villain, villain! + +_Zan._ All strife is vain. [_showing a dagger._ + +_Alon._ Is thus my love return'd? +Is this my recompense? Make friends of tigers! +Lay not your young, oh, mothers, on the breast, +For fear they turn to serpents as they lie, +And pay you for their nourishment with death!-- +Carlos is dead, and Leonora dying! +Both innocent, both murder'd, both by me. + +_Zan._ Must I despise thee too, as well as hate thee? +Complain of grief, complain thou art a man.-- +Priam from fortune's lofty summit fell; +Great Alexander 'midst his conquests mourn'd; +Heroes and demi-gods have known their sorrows; +Caesars have wept; and I have had--my blow: +But, 'tis reveng'd, and now my work is done. +Yet, ere I fall, be it one part of vengeance +To force thee to confess that I am just.-- +Thou seest a prince, whose father thou hast slain, +Whose native country thou hast laid in blood, +Whose sacred person (oh!) thou hast profan'd, +Whose reign extinguish'd--what was left to me, +So highly born? No kingdom, but revenge; +No treasure, but thy tortures and thy groans. +If men should ask who brought thee to thy end, +Tell them, the Moor, and they will not despise thee. +If cold white mortals censure this great deed, +Warn them, they judge not of superior beings, +Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, +With whom revenge is virtue. Fare thee well-- +Now, fully satisfied, I should take leave: +But one thing grieves me, since thy death is near, +I leave thee my example how to die. + +_As he is going to stab himself, Alonzo rushes upon him to prevent him. +In the mean time, enter Don Alvarez, attended. They disarm and seize +Zanga, Alonzo puts the dagger in his bosom._ + +_Alon._ No, monster, thou shalt not escape by death. +Oh, father! + +_Alv._ Oh, Alonzo!--Isabella, +Touch'd with remorse to see her mistress' pangs, +Told all the dreadful tale. + +_Alon._ What groan was that? + +_Zan._ As I have been a vulture to thy heart, +So will I be a raven to thine ear, +As true as ever snuff'd the scent of blood, +As ever flapp'd its heavy wing against +The window of the sick, and croak'd despair. +Thy wife is dead. [_Alvarez goes aside, and returns._ + +_Alv._ The dreadful news is true. + +_Alon._ Prepare the rack; invent new torments for him. + +_Zan._ This too is well. The fix'd and noble mind +Turns all occurrence to its own advantage; +And I'll make vengeance of calamity. +Were I not thus reduc'd, thou wouldst not know, +That, thus reduc'd, I dare defy thee still. +Torture thou may'st, but thou shall ne'er despise me. +The blood will follow where the knife is driven, +The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear, +And sighs and cries by nature grow on pain. +But these are foreign to the soul: not mine +The groans that issue, or the tears that fall; +They disobey me; on the rack I scorn thee, +As when my falchion clove thy helm in battle. + +_Alv._ Peace, villain! + +_Zan._ While I live, old man, I'll speak. +And, well I know, thou dar'st not kill me yet; +For that would rob thy blood-hounds of their prey. + +_Alon._ Who call'd Alonzo? + +_Alv._ No one call'd, my son. + +_Alon._ Again!--'Tis Carlos' voice, and I obey. +Oh, how I laugh at all that this can do! [_shows dagger._ +The wounds that pain'd, the wounds that murder'd me, +Were giv'n before; I am already dead; +This only marks my body for the grave. [_stabs himself._ +Afric, thou art reveng'd.--Oh, Leonora! [_dies._ + +_Zan._ Good ruffians, give me leave; my blood is yours, +The wheel's prepar'd, and you shall have it all. +Let me but look one moment on the dead, +And pay yourselves with gazing on my pangs. + [_he goes to Alonzo's body._ +Is this Alonzo? Where's the haughty mien? +Is that the hand which smote me? Heavens, how pale! +And art thou dead? So is my enmity. +I war not with the dust. The great, the proud, +The conqueror of Afric was my foe. +A lion preys not upon carcases. +This was thy only method to subdue me. +Terror and doubt fall on me: all thy good +Now blazes, all thy guilt is in the grave. +Never had man such funeral applause: +If I lament thee, sure thy worth was great. +Oh, vengeance, I have follow'd thee too far, +And to receive me, hell blows all her fires. [_exeunt._ + + +THE END. + + + + +Mr. Hughes, in his criticism on _Othello_, introduces the following +narrative, to which allusion is made in our remarks.--"The short story +I am going to tell is a just warning to those of jealous honour to look +about them, and begin to possess their souls as they ought; for no man +of spirit knows how terrible a creature he is, till he comes to be +provoked. + +"Don Alonzo, a Spanish nobleman, had a beautiful and virtuous wife, +with whom he had lived some years in great tranquillity. The gentleman, +however, was not free from the faults usually imputed to his nation; he +was proud, suspicious, and impetuous. He kept a Moor in his house, whom, +on a complaint from his lady, he had punished for a small offence with +the utmost severity. The slave vowed revenge, and communicated his +resolution to one of the lady's women, with whom he had lived in a +criminal way. This creature also hated her mistress, for she feared she +was observed by her; she therefore undertook to make Don Alonzo jealous, +by insinuating that the gardner was often admitted to his lady in private, +and promising to make him an eye witness of it. At a proper time, agreed +on between her and the Morisco, she sent a message to the gardner, that +his lady, having some hasty orders to give him, would have him come that +moment to her in her chamber. In the mean time she had placed Alonzo +privately in an outer room, that he might observe who passed that way. +It was not long before he saw the gardner appear. Alonzo had not patience, +but following him into the apartment, struck him at one blow with a dagger +to the heart; then dragging his lady by the hair, without inquiring +farther, he instantly killed her. + +"Here he paused, looking on the dead bodies with all the agitations +of a demon of revenge; when the wench who had occasioned these terrors, +distracted with remorse, threw herself at his feet, and in a voice of +lamentation, without sense of the consequence, repeated all her guilt. +Alonzo was overwhelmed with the violent passions at one instant, and +uttered the broken voices and motions of each of them for a moment; till +at last he recollected himself enough to end his agony of love, anger, +disdain, revenge, and remorse, by murdering the maid, the Moor, and +himself." + +_Maurice, +Fenchurch-street._ + + + * * * * * + +BOOKS +TO BE HAD AT +BAUDRY'S +_English, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese and German_ +LIBRARY, +No. 9, Rue du Coq-St. Honore, Paris. + + fr. c. +CAMPBELL's Poetical Works, consisting of the Pleasures of Hope, +Gertrude of Wyoming, and other Poems: 1822, +1 vol. in-12. pap. fin, jolie edition, 4 0 + +LORD BYRON's Works, new edition, +5 vol. in-12. broches, 12 0 + +SIR WALTER SCOTT's WORKS. +The Lady of the Lake, 1822, +1 vol. in-12. pap. velin, jolie edition, 4 50 + +The Lay of the Last Minstrel, 1 vol. in-12. +velin ordinaire, 3 0 +The same, beau pap. velin, 5 0 +The Poetical Works, complete, in 7 vol. +in-12. portrait, br. 32 0 +The Monastery, 3 vol. in-12. 7 0 +Kenilworth, 2 vol. in-12. br. 9 0 +The Abbot, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 +Ivanhoe, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 +The same, 2 vol. in-8. br. 10 0 +Waverley, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 +The Pirate, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 +Guy Mannering, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 +The Antiquary, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 +The Fortunes of Nigel, 3 vol. in-12. 13 0 + +MILTON's Poetical Works, 1822, 3 vol. +in-32. pap. velin satine, 10 0 + +POPE's Poetical Works, 1822, 3 vol. +in-32. pap. velin satine. 10 0 + +The BRITISH PROSE-WRITERS, with Biographical and Critical Prefaces, +in-32. pap. velin satine: containing, + +The Vicar of Wakefield, 1 vol. 3 0 +The Man of Feeling, 1 vol. 3 0 +Bacon's Essays, 1 vol. 3 0 +Sterne's Sentimental Journey, 1 vol. 3 0 +Montague's Letters, 1 vol. 3 0 +Gulliver's Travels, 2 vol. 6 0 +Junius's Letters, 2 vols. 6 0 + +LEVIZAC's Theoretical and Practical Grammar of the French Tongue. +8th edition, 1 vol. in-12. 4 0 + +BONIFACE's Learner's Guide to the English Tongue: +ou, Cours de Versions Anglaises, a l'Usage des Commencans, +1 vol. in-18. br. 1 80 + +POPPLETON's Guide Pratique pour traduire du Francais en bon Anglais, +au moyen d'une Traduction Interlineaire, 1820, +1 vol. in-8. br. 4 50 + + +JUST PUBLISHED, +The SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL, a Comedy by Sheridan. + + + + +TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE + +Contemporary spellings have been retained throughout, including three +instances of "it's" in place of "its" in the introductory "Remarks". + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Revenge, by Edward Young + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE REVENGE *** + +***** This file should be named 30653.txt or 30653.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/3/0/6/5/30653/ + +Produced by Delphine Lettau and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Canada Team at http://www.pgdpcanada.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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