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THE

BRITISH DRAMA.

THE

BRITISH DRAMA;

CoMPREHENDING

THE BEST PLAYS

IN

THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.

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LONDON,

PUBLISHED BY WILLIAM MILLER, OLD BOND-STREET.
PRINTED BY JAMES BALLANTYNE,
EDINBURGH.
1804.

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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 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 Isarella.

Who's there? My love!

Isa. Why have you left my bed? Tour 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 chuse 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 f
Something unusual hangs upon your heart,
And I will know it; by our loves I will.
To you I sacrificed my virgin fame;
Ask I too much to share in your distress i

Zan. In tears r Thou fool! then hear me, and
be plunged
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 shall hear farther.

Isa. Hate Alonzo!
I own, I thought Alonzo most your .'riend,
And that he lost the master in thi» name.

Zan. Hear then. Tis twice t*ree years since
that great man
(Great let me call him, for b« conquered me)
Made me the captive of hi? arm in fight.
He slew my father, and threw chains o'er me,
While I, with pious rage, pursued revenge.
I then was young: he plated me near his person,
And thought roe not dishonoured by his service.
One day, (may that returning day be night,

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