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Alon. I sent him not.
By heaven! he ask’d, he coarted me to wed. Zan. Not send him!-Ha!-That strikes me, I thought it strange; 'tis now no longer so. I thought he came on message to the king.
Zan. Was 't his request? Are you right sare of Is there another cause could justify
I fear the letter was not all a tale.
(that? His sbunning danger, and the promis'd fight? Alon. A tale! There's proof equivalent to sight. Bat I, perhaps, may think too rigidly;
Zan. I should distrust my sight on this occasion. So long in absence, and impatient love
Alon. And so should I ; by heaven! I think I Alon. In my confusion, that had quite escap'd me. What! Leonora, the divine, by whom [shoold. "Tis clear as day-for Carlos is so brave,
We guess'd at angels! Oh! I'm all confusion! He lives not but on fame, he hunts for danger, Zan. You now are too much ruffled to think And is enamour'd of the face of death,
clearly. How then could be decline the next day's battle, Since bliss and horror, life and death hang on it, But for the transports-Oh, it must be so!
Go to your chamber, there maturely weigh Inhuman! by the loss of his own honour,
Each circumstance; consider, above all, To buy the rain of his friend!
That it is jealousy's peculiar nature Zan. You wrong him;
To swell small things to great; nay, out of nought He knew not of your love,
To conjure much, and then to lose its reason Alon, Ha!
Amid the hideous phantoms it has form’d. Zan. That stings home. (A side.) [love; Alon. Had I ten thousand lives, I'd give them all
Alon. Indeed, he knew not of my treacherous To be deceiv'd. I fear 'tis doomsday with me. Proofs rise on proofs, and still the last the strongest. And yet she seem'd so pare, that I thought heaven Th' eternal law of things declares it true,
Borrow'd her form for Virtue's self to wear,
[Exit. Love is my torture, love was first my crime;
Enter IsabelLA. For she was his, my friends, and he (0, horror!) Zan. Thus far it works auspiciously. My patient Confided all in me.' 0, sacred faith!
Thrives underneath my hand in misery. How dearly I abide thy violation !
He's gone to think ; that is, to be distracted. Zan. Were, then, their loves far gone?
Isa. I overbeard your conference, and saw you, Alon. The father's will
To my amazement, tear the letter.
In its first force, but superadd a new.
Zan. Indeed, my lord ? then you must pardon me, The foul contents, if I should swear it now
A forgery, my lord would disbelieve me;
Nay, more, would disbelieve the more I swore. Long was his absence, ardent was his love, But is the picture happily dispos'd of? At midnight his return, the next day destin'd
Isa. It is. For his espousals—'twas a strong temptation. Zan. That's well! [Exit Isabella.] Ah! what is Alon. Temptation!
well? 0 pang to think! Zan. 'Twas but gaining of one night!
O dire necessity! is this my province ? Alon. One night!
W bither, my soul! ah! whither art thou sank Zan. That crime could ne'er return again. Beneath thy sphere?
Alon. Again! by heaven thoa dost insult thy lord. Does this become a soldier? This become Temptation ! One night gain'a! O stings and death! Whom armies follow'd, and a people lov'd ? And am I then undone ? Alas! my Zanga!
My martial glory withers at the thought. And dost thou own it too? Deny it still,
But great my end; and since there are no other, And rescue me one moment from distraction, These means are just, they shine with borrow'd light, Zan. My lord, I hope the best,
Hlustrious from the purpose they pursue. Alon. False, foolish hope,
And greater, sure, my merit, who, to gain And insolent to me! thou know'st it false;
A point sublime, can such a task sustain: It is as glaring as the noontide sun.
To wade through ways obscene, my honour bend, Devil!—This morning, after three years' coldness, And shock my nature, to attain my end. To rash at once into a passion for me!
Late time shall wonder; that my joys will raise, 'Twas time to feign, 'twas time to get another, For wonder is involuntary praise.
(Exit. When her first fool was sated with her beauties.
ACT IV. Zan. What says my lord? Did Leonora then, SCENE I.-Another Apartment in the Palace. Never before disclose her passion for you?
Enter Don ALONZO and ZANGA. Alon. Never.
Alon. Oh! what a pain to think, when every Zan. Throughout the whole three years ? Perplexing thought, in intricacies runs, (thought, Alon. O, never! never!
And reason knits th' inextricable toil,
And to her trembling heart presenting death,
Alon. What dost thou mean? Alon. Ha! Resign her to me!
Zan. That will discover all, Resign her!-Who resign’d her ?-Double death ! And kill my hopes. What can I think or do? (Aside) How could I doubt so long? My heart is broke. Alon. What dost thou murmur? First love her to distraction! then resign her! Zan. Force the secret from her?
Zan. Bat was it not with utmost agony? [enough. What's perjury to such a crime as this?
Alon. Grant that; he still resign'd her; that's Will she confess it, then? O, groundless hope! Would he pluck ont his eye to give it me?
But rest assur’d, she'll make this accusation, Tear out his heart? She was his heart no more; Or false or true, your ruin with the king; Nor was it with reluctance he resign'd her:
Such is her father's power.
Alon. No more, I care vot;
He told me he bad letters for the king, Rather than groan beneath this load, P’lldie. [load? Despatch'd from you.
Zan. But for what better will you change this Alon. The villain lied ! Grant you should know it, would not that be worse? Zan. My lord,
Alon. No, it would cure me of my mortal pangs: I pray, forbear. Transported at his sight, By hatred and contempt I should despise her, After so long a bondage, and your friend, And all my love-bred agonies would vanish. (Who could suspect him of an artifice!) Zan. Ah! were I sure of that, my lord
No farther I inquir'd, but let him pass, Alon, What then?
(secret. False to my trust, at least imprudent in it. Zan. You should not hazard_life to gain the Our watch reliev'd, I went into the garden, Alon. What dost thou mean? Thou know'st I'm As is my custom when the night's serene, on the rack.
And took a moon-light walk; when soon I heard I'll not be play'd with : speak, if thou hast aught, A rustling in an arbour that was near me, Or I this instant fly to Leonora.
I saw two lovers in each other's arms, Zan. That is, to death. My lord, I am not yet Embracing and embrac'd. Anon the man Quite so far gone in guilt, to suffer it,
Arose, and, falling back some paces from her, Tho' gone too far, heaven knows. 'Tis I am guilty- Gaz'd ardently awbile, then rush'd at once, I have ta'en pains, as you, I know, observ'à, And throwing all himself into her bösom, To hinder you from diving in the secret,
There softly sighed, “O, night of ecstacy! And turn'd aside your thoughts from the detection. When shall we meet again?"-Don Carlos then Alon. Thou dost confound me,
Led. Leonora forth. Zan, I confound myself,
Alon. Oh! Oh! my heart! (He sinks into a chair.) And frankly own it, though to my shame I owa it: Zan. Groan on, and with the sound refresh my Nought but your life in danger could have torn
(Aside.) The secret out, and made me own my crime. 'Tis through his brain; bis eyeballs roll in anguish. Alon. Speak quickly ; Zanga, speak.
My lord, my lord, why will you rack me tbus? Zan. Not yet, dread sir :
Speak to me, let me know that you still live. First, I must be convinc'd, that, if you find I'm your own Zanga, The fair one guilty, scorn, as you assur'd me, So lov'd so cherish'd, and so faithful to yon.Shall conquer love and rage, and heal your soul. Rise, sir, for honour's sake. Why should the Moors, Alon. O 'twill, by heaven!
Why should the vanquish'd triumph? Zan, Alas! I fear it much,
Ålon. Oh, she was all! And scarce can hope so far; bat I of this
My fame, my friendship, and ny love of arms, Exact your solemn oath, that you'll abstain All stoop'd to her; my blood was ber possession. From all self-violence, and save my lord.
Deep in the secret foldings of my heart Alon. I trebly swear.
She liv'd with life, and far the dearer sbe. Zan. You'll bear it like a man?
To think on't is the torment of the damn'd; Alon. A god.
[confess it, And not to think on't is impossible. Zan. Sach have you been to me; these tears How fair the cheek, that first alarm'd my soal! And poor'd forth miracles of kindness on me: How bright the eye that set it in a flame And what amends is now within my power, How soft the breast, on which I laid my peace But to confess, expose myself to justice,
For years to slamber, nnawak’d by care! And, as a blessing, claim my panisbment?
How fierce the transport ! how sublime the bliss! Know, then, Don Carlos
How deep, how black, the horror and despair! Alon. Oh!
Zan. You said you'd bear it like a man. Zan. You cannot bear it.
Alon. I do.
Zan. Pray, be calm,
Zan. Is this the wise Alonzo?
He died in the arbour; he was murder'd there! Alon. I'll come, my love :
I am his demon though-My wife! my wife! Be not our friends deserted by us both;
Zan. He weeps--be weeps! (A side.) I'll follow you this moment.
Alon. O villain, villain, most accurs'd! Leon. My good lord,
If thou didst know it, why didst let me wed? I do observe severity of thought
Zan. Hear me, my lord, your anger will abate. Upon your brow. Aught hear you from the Moors ? I knew it not:-Í saw them in the garden; Alon. No, my delight.
But saw no more than you might well espect Leon. What then employ'd your mind?
To see in lovers destin'd for each other. Alon. Thou, love, and only thou; so heaven be- Who could suspect fair Leonora's virtue, friend me!
Till after proofs conspired to blacken it? As other thought can find no entrance here. Sad proofs, which came too late, which broke not Leon. How good in you, my lord, whom nations' (Eternal curses on Alvarez' haste!)
out, Solicit, and a world in arms obeys, [cares Till holy rites had made the wanton your's; To drop one thought on me!
And then, I own, I labour'd to conceal it, Alon. Know, then, to thy comfort,
In daty and compassion to your peace. Thou hast me all, my throbbing heart is full
Alon. Live now, be damn d hereafter-for I want With thee alone; I've thought of nothing else; O, night of ecstacy!
!"-Ha! was't pot so? (thee. Nor shall, I from my soul believe, till death. I will enjoy this murder. Let me thinkMy life, our friends expect thee.
The jasmine bower—'tis secret and remote ; Leon. I obey.
[Exit. Go wait me there, and take thy dagger with thee. Alon. Is that the face of curs'd hypocrisy?"
[Exit Zanga. If she is guilty, stars are made of darkness, How the sweet sound still sings within And beauty shall no more belong to heaven. “When shall we meet again ?P_To-night, in hell. Don Carlos did return at dead of night
Enter LEONORA. Proceed, good Zanga ; so thy tale began.
Ha! I'm surpris’d! I stagger at her charms! Zan. Don Carlos did return at dead of pight; Leun. My lord, excuse me; see, a second time That night, by chance (ill chance for me) did I I come in embassy from all your friends,
ramand the watch that guards the palace-gate. Whose joys are languid, uninspir'd by you.
Alon. This moment, Leonora, I was coming 'Tis to be borne to Platos, and to Cæsars ; To thee, and all—but sure, or I mistake,
'Tis to be great for ever; Or thou canst well inspire my friends with joy. Oh! | 'Tis pleasure,'tis ambition then to die. Leon. Why sighs my lord?
Zan. I think, my lord, you talk'd of death. Alon. I sigh'd not, Leonora.
Alon. I did. Leon. I thought you did; your sighs are mine, Zan. I give you joy, then Leonora's dead. And I sball feel them all.
Alon. No, Zanga, the greatest guilt is mine, Alon. Dost Natter me?
Who might have mark'd his tameness to resign her, Leon. If my regards for you are flattery, Who might have mark'd her sudden turn of love; Full far, indeed, I stretch'd the compliment These, and a thousand tokens more; and yet In this day's solemn rite.
For wbich the saints absolve my soul-did wed!
Zan. Wbither tends this?
Alon. To shed a woman's blood (rious;
Leon. And so is mine - I look on cheerfulness, But just resentment to myself, bears in it
A stamp of greatness above valgar minds.
He, who, superior to the checks of nature,
Dares make his life the victim of his reason,
Does in some sort that reason deify,
Zan. Alas! my lord,
'Tis not your reason, but her beauty finds And are a fit reward for gallant actions,
Those arguments, and throws you on your sword. Heaven's pay on earth for such great souls as You cannot close an eye, that is so bright, If fair and innocent, I am your due. (your's; You cannot strike a breast, that is so soft, Alon. Innocent! (Aside.)
That has ten thousand ecstacies in store Leon. How—my lord, I interrupt you.
For Carlos-No, my lord, I mean for you. Alon. No, my best life, I must not part with thee; Alon. O, through my heart and marrow! PrisThis hand is mine—0, what a hand is here!
thee spare me: So soft, souls sink into it, and are lost!
Nor more upbraid the weakness of thy lord. Leon. In tears, my lord ?
I own, I tried, I quarrell’d with my heart, Alon. What less can speak my joy!
And push'd it on, and bid it give her death; Why, I could gaze upon thy looks for ever, But, oh! her eyes struck first, and murder'd me. And drink in all my being from thine eyes:
Zan. I know not what to answer to my lord. And I could snatch a flaming thunderbolt,
Men are but men. And horl destruction
Farewell, then, my best lord, since you must die! Leon. My lord, you fright me.
Oh, that I were to share your monument, Is this the fondness of your nuptial hour?
And in eternal darkness close these eyes, Why, when I woo your hand, it denied me? Against those scenes which I am doom'd to suffer! Your very eyes, why are they taught to shun me? Alon. What dost thou mean? Acquaint me with the secret of your heart,
Zan. And is it then unknown? That heart which I have purchas'd with my own! Oh, grief of heart, to think that you should ask it! Lay it before me, then, it is my due.
Sure you distrust that ardent love I bear you, Unkind Alonzo! though I might demand it, Else could you doubt, when you are laid in dustBehold I kneel! See, Leonora kneels!
But it will cut my poor heart through and through, The bride foregoes the homage of her day,
To see those revel on your sacred tomb, And deigns to be a beggar for her own!
Who brought you thither by their lawless loves. Speak, then, I charge you speak, or I expire. For there they'll revel, and exult to find And load yoa with my death. My lord-my lord! Him sleep so fast, who else might mar their joys. Alon. Ha, ha, ha!
[ceiv'd? Alon. Distraction!—But, Don Carlos, well thoa Leon. Are these the joys which fondly I con
know'st, And is it thus a wedded life begins ?
Is sheath'd in steel, and bent on other thoughts. What did I part with, when I gave my beart? Zan. Yes, till the fever of his blood returns, The maid, that loves,
While her last kiss still glows upon his cheek. Goes out to sea upon a shatter'd plank,
But when he finds Alonzo is no more, And puts her trust in miracles for safety.
How will he rush like lightning to her arms ! Where shall I sigh?—wbere pour out my com- There sigh, there langaish, there pour out his soul ; plaints?
Tdress; But not in grief-sad obsequies to thee!
The burning kiss, the sigh of ecstacy.
Their throbbing hearts that jostle one another: I soon will follow; that, which now distarbs thee, Thank heaven, these torments will be all my own. Sball be clear'd op, and thou shalt not condemn me. Alon. I'll ease thee of that pain. Let Carlos die,
[Exit Leon. O'ertake him on the road, and see it done. 0, how like innocence she looks!--What, stab her! 'Tis my command.
(Gives his signet.) And rush into her blood !—I never can!
Zan. I dare not disobey. Mine is the guilt-mine—to supplant my friend. Alon. My Zanga, now I have thy leave to die. How then? Why thus—no more; it is determin'd. Zan. Ah, sir! think, think again. Are all men Enter ZANGA.
buried Zan. I fear his heart has fail'd him. She must die. In Carlos' grave? You know not womankind. Can I not rouse the snake that's in his bosom, When once the throbbing of the heart has broke To sting our human nature, and effect it? (Aside.) The modest zone, with which it was first tied,
Alon. This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Each man she meets will be a Carlos to her. Those skies through which it rolls, must all have end. Alon. That thought has more of hell than had the Wbat then is man? the smallest part of nothing. Another, and another, and another! [former; Day buries day, month month, and year the year, And each shall cast a smile upon my tomb. Our life is but a chain of many deaths;
I am convinc'd; I must not, will not die. Can then death's self be fear'd? our life much rather. Zan. You cannot die; nor can you murder her. Life is the desert, life the solitude,
What then remains ? In nature no third way, Deatb jojas us to the great majority:
But to forget, and so to love again.
And breath of jasmine, let hemlock blacken,
Toads pant, and adders rustle through the leaves ; The world will call you very very kind.
May serpents, winding up the trees, let fall Alon. Zanga, I understand thee well. She dies; Their hissing necks upon them from above, Though my arm trembles at the stroke, she dies. And mingle kisses such as I should give them! Zan. That's truly great. What think you 'twas
SCENE II.-The Bower. Leonora sleeping. The Greek and Roman name in such a lustre,
Enter ALONZO. But doing right, in stern despite to Nature,
Alon. Ye amaranths! ye roses, like the morn! Shutting their ears to all her little cries,
Sweet myrtles, and ye golden orange groves!
Joy-giving, love-inspiring, holy bower!
A murderer!-(He advances) Ha! she sleepsA third, the theme of all succeeding times,
The day's uncommon heat bas overcome her. Gave to the cruel axe a darling son.
Then take, my longing eyes, your last full gaze. Nay more, for justice some devote themselves, Oh, what a sight is here! how dreadful fair! As he at Carthage, an immortal name!
Who would not think that being innocent? Yet there is one step left above them all,
Oh, my distracted heart!--Oh, cruel Heaven! Above their history, above their fable,
To give such charms as these, and then call man, A wife, bride, mistress, anenjoy'd-do that,
to be your executioner! And tread apon the Greek and Roman glory. But see, she smiles! I never shall smile more.
Alon. 'Tis done!-Again new transports fire my It strongly tempts me to a parting kiss.
(Going, he starts back.) Friend, give me joy, we must be gay together; Ha! smile again? She dreams of him she loves. See that the festival be duly bonour'd.
Curse on her charms! I'll stab her through them all. And when with garlands the full bowl is crown'd,
(As he is going to strike, she wakes.) And music gives the elevating sound,
Leon. My lord, your stay was long, and yonder And golden carpets spread the sacred floor, Of falling waters tempted me to rest, [loll And a new day the blazing tapers pour,
Dispirited with noon's excessive heat. [the day! Thou, Zanga, thou my solemn friends invite, Alon. Ye powers! with what an eye she mends From the dark realms of everlasting oight; While they were clos'd I should have given the Call vengeance, call the Faries, call Despair,
(Aside.) And Death, our chief-invited guest, be there; Leon. What says my lord ? He, with pale hand, shall lead the bride, and spread Alon. Why, this Alonzo says; Eternal curtains round her nuptial bed. [Exeunt. If love were endless, men were gods ; 'tis that ACT V.
Does counter balance travel, danger, painSCENE I.-Another Apartment in the palace. 'Tis heaven's expedient to make mortals bear Enter ZANGA and ALONZO.
The light, and cheat them of the peaceful grare. Alon. Is Carlos murder'd ?
Leon. Alas, my lord! why talk you of the grare? Zan. I obey'd your order.
Your friend is dead: in friendship you sustain Six raffians overtook him on the road ;
A mighty loss; repair it with my love. He fought as he was wont, and sour he slew.. Alon. Thy love, thou piece of witchcraft! I Tben sunk beveath an hundred wounds to death. His last breath blest Alonzo, and desir'd
Thou brightest angel! I could gaze for ever. His bones might rest near your's.
Where badst thou ibis ? enchantress, tell me where, Alon. O Zanga, Zanga!
Which with a touch works miracles, boils op But I'll not think:
My blood to tumults, and turns round my brain? It is a day of darkness,
But, oh, those eyes! those murderers! Oh, whence, Of contradictions, and of many deaths.
Whence didst thou steal their buroing orbs? From Where's Leonora, then? Quick, answer me:
heaven? I'm deep in horrors, I'll be deeper still.
Thou didst: and 'tis religion to adore them. I find thy artifice did take effect,
Leon. My best Alonzo, moderate your thoughts. And she forgives my late deportment to ber. Extremes still fright me, though of love itself.
Zan. I told her, from your childhood you were Alon. Extremes indeed! it hurried me away; On any great surprise, but chiefly then, (wont, But I come home again--and now for justiceWhen cause of sorrow bore it company.
And now for death— It is impossible To have your passion shake the seat of reason;
(Draws his dagger.) A momentary ill, which soon blew o'er.
I leave her to just heaven. Then did I tell her of Don Carlos' death,
[Drops the dagger, and exit.] (Wisely suppressing by what means he fell)
Leon. Ha! a dagger! And laid the blame on that. At first she doubted;
Enter ZANGA. Bat such the honest artifice I used,
Zan. Wither bis hand, that held the steel in vain! That she, at length, was fully satisfied.
That dagger found will cause her to enquire.But what design you, sir, and how?
What can be done? That's something still. If not, Alon. I'll teil thee.
'Tis all I can; it shall be so.
(Aside.) Thus I've ordain'd it. In the jasmine bower, Leon. O, Zanga, I am sinking in my fears! The place which she dishonour'd with her guilt, Alonzo dropp'd this dagger as he left me, There will I meet her; the appointment's made; And left me in a strange disorder, too. And calmly spread (for I can do it now)
What can this mean? Angels preserve his life! The blackness of her crime before her sight,
Zan. Your's, madam, your's. And then with all the cool solemnity
Leon. What, Zanga, dost thou say? of public justice, give her to the grave. [Exit. Zan. Carry your goodness, then, to such ex
Żan. Why, get thee gone! Lorror and night go So blinded to the faults of him you love, [tremes, Sisters of Acheron, go hand in hand; [with thee. That you perceive not he is jealous! Go dance around the bower, and close them in; Leon. Heav'ns ! And tell them, that I sent you to salute them. And yet a thousand things recur that swear it. Profane the ground, and for the ambrosial rose, Jealous! it sickens at my heart. Unkind,
Ungen'rous, groundless, weak, and insolent!
Leon. Darest thou persist to think I am dishonest? Why? wherefore ? on what shadow of occasion? Alon. I know thee so. O how the great man lessens to my thought!
Leon. This blow, then, to thy heart. How could so mean a vice as jealousy
(She slabs herself, he endeavouring to prevent Live in a throng of such exalted virtues ?
her.) I scorn, and hate; yet love him, and adore.
Alon. Ho, Zanga! Isabella! ho! she bleeds! I cannot, will not, dare not, think it true,
Descend, ye blessed angels, to assist her! Till from himself I know it.
[Exit. Leon. This the only way I would wound thee, Zan. This succeeds
Though most anjust. Now think me guilty still. Just to my wish. Now she with violence
Alon. Bear her to instant help. The world to The waves ran high, there still lives bope of ruin.
Leon. Unhappy man! well may'st thou gaze and Enler Alonzo.
tremble : My lord
But fix thy terror and amazement rigbt; Alon. O, Zanga, hold thy peace! I am no coward, Not on my blood, but on thy own distraction. But heaven itself did hold my hand; I felt it, What hasi thoa done? Whom censur'd? Leonora! By the well-being of my soul, I did.
When thou hadst censur'd, thou wouldst save her I'll think of vengeance at another season.
life: Zan. My lord, her guilt
0, inconsistent! Should I live in shame; Alon. Perdition on thee, Moor,
Or stoop to any other means but this For that one word !
To assert my virtue ? No; she, who disputes, I love her to distraction.
Admits it possible she might be guilty. If 'tis my shame, why, be it so- I love her; While aught but truth could be my inducement to it, Nor can I help it; 'tis impos'd upon me
While it might look like an excuse to thee, By some superior and resistless power.
scorn'd to vindicate my innocence; I could not hurt her to be lord of earth;
But now, I let thy rashness know, the wo
wound, It sbocks my nature like a stroke from heaven. Which least I feel, is that my dagger made. But see, my Leonora comes. Begone. [Exit Zan.
(Isabella leads out Leonora.) Enter LEONORA.
Alon. Ha! was this woman guilty? And if not0, seen for ever, yet for ever new!
How my thoughts darken that way! Grant, kind The conquer'd thou dost conquer o'er again,
heaven, Indieting wound on wound.
That she prove guilty; or my being end. Leon, Alas! my lord !
Is that my hope, then? What need of this to me?
Is it in man the sore distress to bear, A lon. Ha! dost thou weep?
When hope itself is blacken’d to despair; Leon. Have I no cause?
When all the bliss I pant for, is to gain Alon. If love is thy concern,
In hell, a refuge from severer pain ? [Exit. Thou hast no cause ; none ever lov'd like me.
Zan. How stands the great account 'twixt me and Of being folded in your arms and heart;
vengeance? My qniverse does lie within that space.
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. Leon. It touches you.
Come, death; come, hell; then! 'tis resolv’d, 'tis
done. Alon. Let's talk of love.
Isa. Ah, Zanga, see me tremble! Has not yet Leon. Of murder!
Thy cruel heart its fill? Poor LeonoraAlon. Then must I ny for thy sake and my own.
Žan. Welters in blood, and gasps for her last
breath. Leon, Nay, by my injuries, you first must hear me
What then? We all must die.
Isa. Alonzo raves;
He calls his friends that saye bim, his worst foes, You find me kind, and think me kind to all; And importunes the skies for swift perdition. The weak, ungenerous error of your sex.
After a pause, He, that can stoop to harbour such a thought,
He started up, and call'd aloud for Zanga, Deserves to find it true.
For Zanga rav'd; and see, he seeks you here, Alon. Oh, sex, sex, sex!
To learn that truth, wbich most he dreads to know. The language of you all. Ill-fated woman!
Zan. Begone. Now, now, my soul, consummate
all. Why wilt thoa force me back into the gulf
[Exit Isabella. Of agonies I had block'd up from thought?
Zan. Do not tremble so, but speak.
Alon. I dare not.
(Falls on him.) Leon. Ha, Don Carlos!
Zan. You will drown me with your tears. By my best hopes, more welcome than thy own. Alon. Have I not cause?
Alon. I know it; bat is vice so very rank, Zan. As yet you have no cause. That thou shouldst dare to dash it in my face? Alom, Dost thou, too, rave? Natare is sick of thee, abandon'd woman!
Zan. Your anguish is to come: Leon. Repent.
You much have been abas'd. Alon. Is That for me?
Alon. Abus'd! by whom? Leon. Fall; ask my pardon.
Zan. To know, were little comfort. Alon, Astonishment!
Alon. 0, 'twere much!