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BY A FRIEND.

Ort has the buskin'd muse, with action mean,
Debas'd the glory of the tragic scene:
Wbile puny villains, dress’d in purple pride,
With crimes obscene the heav'n-born rage bely'd.
To her belongs to mourn the hero's fate,
To trace the errors of the wise and great;
To mark th' excess of passions too refin'd,'
And paint the tumulls of a god-like mind;
Where, mov'd with rage, exalted thoughts combine,
And darkest deeds with beauteous colours shine;
Só lights and shades in a well-mingled draught,
By curious touch of artful pencils wrought,
With soft deceit amuse the doubtful eye,
Pleas'd with the conflict of the various dye.
Thus, through the following scenes, with sweet surprise,
Virtue and guilt in dread confusion rise,
And love and hate, at once, and grief and joy,
Pity and rage, their mingled force employ.
Here the soft virgin sees, with secret shame,
Her charms excell'd by friendship’s purer flame,
Forc'd with reluctant virtue to approve
The gen'rous hero who rejects her love.
Behold him there, with gloomy passions stain'd,
A wife suspected, and an injur'd friend;
Yet such the toil where innocence is caught,
That rash saspicion seems without a fault.
We dread awhile lest beauty should succeed,
And almost wish ev'n virtue's self may bleed.
Mark well the black revenge, the cruel guile,
The traitor-fiend trampling the lovely spoil
Of beauty, truth, and innocence opprest,
Then let the rage of furies fire your breast.
Yet may his mighty wrongs, his just disdain,
His bleeding country, his lov'd father slain,
His martial pride, your admiration raise,
And crown him with involuntary praise.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

As originally acted. Don Alonzo

Mr. Booth. Don Carlos

Mr. Wilkes. Don Alvarez

Mr. Thurmond. Don Manuel .

Mr. Williams Zanga

Mr. Mills. Leonora

Mrs. Porter. Isabella.

Mrs. Horlon.

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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 baitlements. 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 bave 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 bangs upon your heart,

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man

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.

Įsa. 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
(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 ine 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.

Zun. 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 toild, 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 inoment
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
Other's self-love into our own protection?
But see, the morning dawn breaks in upon us;
I'll seek don Carlos, and inquire my fale. (Exeunt.

SCENE II. The Palace. Enter Don Manuel and Don CARLOS. Man. My lord don Carlos, wbat 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. Ob, how I long to 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 depated
This great Alonzo, whom her father bonours,
To be my gentle advocate in love,
To slir her heart, and fan its fires for me,

Man. And what success?

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