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Thou shalt partake. Since fates no more afford;
I can but die with thee, to keep my word. [Exeunt.
Opening, shews the Prison. Enter Gons Alez disguised like a Mute, with a Dagger.
Gons. Nor centinel, nor guard I the doors unbarr'd 1
And all as still, as at the noon of night !
Sure death already has been busy here.
There lies my way; that door too is unlock'd.
Hal sure he sleeps—all's dark within, save what
A lamp, that feebly lifts a sickly flame,
By fits reveals—his face seems turn'd, to favour 14o
Th’ attempt : I’ll steal and do it unperceiv'd.
What noise I somebody coming i'st Alonzo!
Nobody. Sure he'll wait without I would
*Twere done—I’ll crawl, and sting him to the heart,
Then cast my skin, and leave it there to answer it.
Gar. Where, where, Alonzo, where's my father?
The king? Confusion! all is on the rout I
All’s lost, all ruin’d by surprize and treachery.
Where, where is hel Why dost thou mislead me?
Alon. My lord, he enter'd but a moment since,
And could not pass me unperceiv'd—What hoa
My lord, my lord ' What hoal my lord Gonsalez
Gons. Perdition choak your clamours—whence this rudeness 2 Garcial Gar. Perdition, slavery, and death, Are entering now our doors. Where is the king 2 What means this blood; and why this face of horror? Gons. No matter—give me first to know the cause Of these your rash, and ill-tim’d exclamations. Gar. The eastern gate is to the foe betray'd, Who, but for heaps of slain that choak the passage, Had enter'd long ere now, and borne down all Before 'em, to the palace walls. Unless The king in person animate our men, Granada’s lost; and to confirm this fear, The traitor Perez, and the captive Moor, Are through a postern fled, and join'd the foe. Gons. Would all were false as that ; for whom you call The Moor, is dead. That Osmyn was Alphonso; In whose heart's blood this poignard yet is warm. Gar. Impossible; for Osmyn was, while flying, Pronounc'd aloud by Perez for Alphonso. Gons. Enter that chamber, and convince your eyes, How much report has wrong’d your easy faith. [Garcia goes in. Alon. My lord, for certain truth, Perez is fled; H
And has declar'd, the cause of his revolt
Was to revenge a blow the king had given him.
Gar. [Returning.] Ruin and horror! Oh, heart-
wounding sight ! o
Gons. What says my son What ruin Ha! what ||
Gar. Blasted my eyes, and speechless be my tongue, |
Rather than or to see, or to relate
This deed—Oh, dire mistake Oh, fatal blow !
The king -
Gons. Alon. The king!
Gar. Dead, welt’ring, drown'd in blood.
See, see, attir'd like Osmyn, where he lies.
[They look in.
Oh, whence, or how, or wherefore was this done *
But what imports the manner or the cause
Nothing remains to do, or to require, -
But that we all should turn our swords against o
Ourselves, and expiate with our own, his blood.
Gons. Oh, wretch Oh, cursed rash deluded fool I
On me, on me turn your avenging swords.
I, who have spilt my royal master's blood,
Should make atonement by a death as horrid,
And fall beneath the hand of my own son.
Gar. Ha! what I atone this murder with a greater!
The horror of that thought has damp'd my rage.
“The earth already groans to bear this deed;
“ Oppress her not, nor think to stain her face
“With more unnatural blood. Murder my father 1
“Better with this to rip up my own bowels,
“And bathe it to the hilt, in far less damnable
Gons. Oh, my son 1 from the blind dotage
Of a father’s fondness these ills arose.
For thee I’ve been ambitious, base, and bloody:
For thee I’ve plung'd into this sea of sin;
Stemming the tide with only one weak hand,
While t'other bore the crown (to wreathe thy brow)
Whose weight has sunk me, ere I reach'd the shore.
Gar. Fatal ambition Hark! the foe is enter'd :
The shrillness of that shout speaks them at hand.
* We have no time to search into the cause
“Of this surprising and most fatal error.
“What's to be done the king's death known, would
“The few remaining soldiers with despair,
“And make them yield to mercy of the conqueror.”
Alon. My lord, I’ve thought how to conceal the
Require me not to tell the means, till done,
Lest you forbid what you may then approve.
- [Goes in. Shout.
Gons. They shout again Whate'er he means to do,
*Twere fit the soldiers were amus'd with hopes;
And in the mean time fed with expectation
To see the king in person at their head.
Gar. Were it a truth, I fear ’tis now too late.
But I’ll omit no care, nor hastel and try,
Or to repel their force, or bravely die. [Exit Garcia.
Gons. What hast thou done, Alonzo
Alon. Such a deed,
As but an hour ago I’d not have done,
Though for the crown of universal empire.
But what are kings reduc’d to common clay
Or who can wound the dead —I’ve from the body
Sever'd the head, and in an obscure corner
Dispos'd it, muffled in the mute’s attire,
Leaving to view of them who enter next,
Alone the undistinguishable trunk :
Which may be still mistaken by the guards
For Osmyn, if in seeking for the king,
They chance to find it.
Goms. 'Twas an act of horror;
And of a piece with this day's dire misdeeds.
But 'tis no time to ponder or repent.
Haste thee, Alonzo, haste thee hence with speed,
To aid my son. I’ll follow with the last -
Reserve, to reinforce his arms: at least,
I shall make good and shelter his retreat.
Enter ZARA, followed by SELIM, and two Mutes bearing the bowls.
Zar. Silence and solitude are every where.
Through all the gloomy ways and iron doors
That hither lead, nor human face nor voice
Is seen or heard. “A dreadful din was wont