Betray'd by too much piety, to seem As if she had offended.- -Sure, no more. King. To seem is to commit, at this conjuncture. To-day.- -Retire, divest yourself with speed It shall be your excuse that I command it. Gar. [Kneeling] Your pardon, sir, if I presume so far, As to remind you of your gracious promise. King. Rise, Garcia-I forgot. Yet stay, Almeria. Alm. My boding heart!-What is your pleasure, sir? King. Draw near, and give your hand: and Garcia, yours: Receive this lord, as one whom I have found Worthy to be your husband and my son. Gar. Thus let me kneel to take-O not to take- The slave and creature of my royal mistress. And Garcia's well-try'd valour, all oblige me. Alm. Oh! Gar. She faints! help to support her. [Faints. King. A fit of bridal fear. How is't, Almeria? Alm. A sudden chillness seizes on my spirits. Your leave, sir, to retire. King. Garcia, conduct her. Garcia leads Almeria to the Door, and returns. This idle vow hangs on her woman's fears. I'll have a priest shall preach her from her faith, Which I'd have broken. Now, what would Alonzo? Enter ALONZO and Attendants. Alon. Your beauteous captive, Zara, is arriv❜d, And with a train as if she still were wife King. It is our will she should be so attended. Bear hence these prisoners. Garcia, which is he, Of whose mute valour you relate such wonders? [Prisoners led off. Gar. Osmyn, who led the Moorish horse; but he," Great sir, at her request, attends on Zara. King. He is your prisoner; as you please dispose him. At least to talk where he must not command. King. That, join'd with his behaviour, Begets a doubt. I'd have 'em watch'd; perhaps Enter ZARA and OSMYN, in Chains; conducted by King. What welcome and what honours, beauteous A king and conqueror can give, are yours. I might be pleas'd, when I behold this train King. Those bonds! 'Twas my command you should be free; How durst you, Perez, disobey? Your order was she should not wait your triumph; King. "Tis false! 'twas more! I bid she should be free; If not in words, I bid it by my eyes! Her eyes did more than bid-Free her and hers And by releasing you, enslave myself. Zara. Such favours, so conferr'd, though when unsought, Deserve acknowledgment from noble minds. I offer. ་ King. Born to excel, and to coinmand! As by transcendent beauty to attract All eyes, so by pre-eminence of soul To rule all hearts. Garcia, what's he, who with contracted brow, [Beholding Osmyn, as they unbind him. And sullen port, glooms downwards with his eyes; Gar. That, sir, is he of whom I spoke; that's Osmyn. King. He answers well the character you gave him. Whence comes it, valiant Osmyn, that a man So great in arms, as thou art said to be, So hardly can endure captivity, The common chance of war? Osm. Because captivity Has robb'd me of a dear and just revenge. Osm. I would not have you. Zara. That gallant Moor in battle lost a friend, King. She does excuse him: 'tis as I suspected. [To Gonsalez. Gon. That friend may be herself: seem not to heed His arrogant reply: she looks concern'd. King. I'll have inquiry made; perhaps his friend King. Garcia, that search shall be your care: Fickle in fields, unsteadily she flies, But rules with settled sway in Zara's eyes. [Exeunt. B SCENE I. The Aisle of a Temple. Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. Alm. It was a fancy'd noise, for all is hush'd. Leon. It bore the accent of a human voice. Alm. It was thy fear, or else some transient wind Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle. We'll listen Leon. Hark! Alm. No, all is hush'd, and still as death-'tis dreadful! How rev'rend is the face of this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, |