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They take offence, who have not been offended; The eternal law of things declares it true,
They seek our ruin, too, who speak us fair, Which calls for judgment on distinguished guilt,
And death is often ambushed in their smiles. And loves to make our crime our punishment.
We know not whom we have to fear. Tis cer- Love is my torture, love was first my crime;
tain

For she was his, my friend's, and he (O horror!) A letter may be forged, and in a point

Confided all in me. O, sacred faith!
Of such a dreadful consequence as this, How dearly I abide thy violation !
One would rely on nought that might be false Zan. Were, then, their loves far gone?
Think, have you any other cause to doubt her? Alon. The father's will
Away, you can find none. Resume your spirit; There bore a total sway; and he, as soon
All's well again.

As news arrived that Carlos' feet was seen
Alon. O that it were

From off our coast, fired with the love of gold, Zan. It is;

Determined, that the very sun which saw For who would credit that, which, credited, Carlos' return, should see his daughter wed. Makes hell superfluous by superior pains,

Zan. Indeed, my lord, then you must pardon Without such proofs as cannot be withstood ?

me, Has she not ever been to virtue trained ?

If I

presume to mitigate the crime. Is not her fame as spotless as the sun,

Consider, strong allurements soften guilt; Her sex's envy, and the boast of Spain? Long was his absence, ardent was his love,

Alon. O Zanga! it is that confounds me most, At midnight his return, the next day destined That full in opposition to appearance

For his espousals—’twas a strong temptation. Zan. No more, my lord, for you condemn Alon. Temptation ! yourself.

Zan. 'Twas but gaining of one night. What is absurdity, but to believe

Alon. One night! Against appearance You can't yet, I find, Zan. That crime could ne'er return again. Subdue your passion to your better sense;- Alon. Again! By Heaven thou dost insult thy And, truth to tell, it does not much displease me. lord. 'Tis fit your indiscretions should be checked Temptation ! One night gained ! O stings and With some degree of pain.

death! Alon. What indiscretions?

And am I then undone! Alas, my Zanga! Zan. Come, you must bear to hear your faults And dost thou own it too? Deny it still, from me.

And rescue me one moment from distraction, Had you not sent Don Carlos to the court

Zan. My lord, I hope the best. The night before the battle, that foul slave, Alon. False, foolish hope, Who forged the senseless scroll which gives you And insolent to me! Thou know'st it false; pain,

It is as glaring as the noon-tide sun. Had wanted footing for his villany.

Devil! This morning, after three years coldness, Alon. I sent him not.

To rush at once into a passion for me! Zan. Not send him! Ha! That strikes me. 'Twas time to feign, 'twas time to get another, I thought he came on message to the king. When her first fool was sated with her beauties. Is there another cause could justify

Zan. What says my lord? Did Leonora then His shunning danger, and the promised fight? Never disclose her passion for you? But I perhaps may think too rigidly;

Alon. Never. So long an absence, and impatient love

Zan. Throughout the whole three years! Alon. In my confusion that had quite escaped Alon. O never! never!

Why, Zanga, shouldst thou strive? 'Tis all in By Heaven, my wounded soul does bleed afresh;

vain : 'Tis clear as day—for Carlos is so brave, Though thy soul labours, it can find no reed He lives not but on fame, he hunts for danger, For hope to catch at. Ah! I am plunging down And is enamoured of the face of death.

Ten thousand fathoms in despair. How then could he decline the next day's battle, Zan. Hold, sir, I'll break your fall-wave every But for the transports –Oh, it must be som

fear, Inhuman, by the loss of his own honour, And be a man again--Had he enjoyed her, To buy the ruin of his friend!

Be most assured, he had resigned her to you Zan. You wrong him;

With less reluctance. He knew not of your love.

Alon. Ha! Resign her to me!Alon. Ha !

Resign her!-Who resigned her?-Double death! Zan. That stings home.

(Aside. How could I doubt so long? My heart is broke. Alon. Indeed, he knew not of my treacherous First love her to distraction ! then resign her! love

Zan. But was it not with utmost agony? Proofs rise on proofs, and still the last the strong- Alon. Grant that, he still resigned her; that's est.

enough.

me.

Would he pluck out his eye to give it me? Thrives underneath my hand in misery.
Tear out his heart?-She was his heart no more- He's gone to think; that is, to be distracted.
Nor was it with reluctance he resigned her! Isa. I overheard your conference, and saw you,
By Heaven, he asked, he courted me to wed. To my amazement, tear the letter.
I thought it strange; 'tis now no longer so. Zan. There,
Zan. Was it his request? Are you right sure There, Isabella, I out-did myself.
of that?

For tearing it, I not secure it only
I fear the letter was not all a tale.

In its first force; but superadd a new. Alon. A tale! There's proof equivalent to For who can now the character examine, sight.

To cause a doubt, much less detect the fraud! ban. I should distrust my sight on this occa- And after tearing it, as loth to shew sion.

The foul contents, if I should swear it now Alon. And so should I; by Heaven, I think I A forgery, my lord would disbelieve me; should.

Nay, more, would disbelieve the more I swore. What! Leopora, the divine, by whom

But is the picture happily disposed of? We guessed at angels! Oh! I'm all confusion. Isa. It is. Lan. You now are too much ruffled to think Zan. That's well-Ah! what is well? O pang clearly.

to think! Since bliss and horror, life and death hang on it, O dire necessity! is this my province ? Go to your chamber, there maturely weigh Whither, my soul! ah! whither art thou sunk Each circumstance; consider, above all,

Beneath thy sphere? Ere while, far, far above That it is jealousy's peculiar nature

Such little arts, disseinbling, falschoods, frauds, To swell small things to great; nay, out of nought The trash of villany itself, which falls To conjure much, and then to lose its reason To cowards, and poor wretches wanting bread. Amid the hideous phantoms it has formed. Does this become a soldier? This become dlon. Ilad I ten thousand lives, I'd give them whom armies followed, and a people loved ? all

My martial glory withers at the thought. To be deceived. I fear 'tis doomsday with me. But great my end; and since there are no other, And yet she seemed so pure, that I thought Hea- | These means are just; they shine with borrowed

light, Borrowed her form for virtue's self to wear,

Illustrious from the purpose they purstie. To gain her lovers with the sons of men.

And greater sure my inerit, who, to gain O Leonora ! Leonora!

[Erit. A point sublime, can such a task sustain ;

To wade through ways obscene, my honour bend, Enter Isabella.

And shock my nature, to attain my end. Zan. Thus far it works auspiciously. My pa- Late time shall wonder; that my joys will raise; tient

For wonder is involuntary praise. [Ereunt.

ven

ACT IV.

SCENE T.

Enter Don Alonzo and ZANGA,
Alon. Oh, what a pain to think! when every

thought,
Perplexing thought, in intricacies runs,
And reason knits the inextricable toil,
In which herself is taken! I am lost,
Poor insect that I am; I am involved,
And buried in the web myself have wrought !
One argument is balanced by another,
And reason reason meets in doubtful fight,
And proofs are countermined by equal proofs.
No more I'll bear this battle of the mind,
This inward anarchy; but find my wife,
And to her trembling heart presenting death,
Force all the secret from her.

Zan. (), forbear!
You totter on the very brink of ruin.

Alon. What dost thou mean?
Zan. That will discover all,
VOL. I.

And kill my hopes. What can I think or do?

[Aside. Alon. What dost thou murmur?

Zan. Force the secret from her!
What's perjury to such a crime as this?
Will she confess it then? O, groundless hope !
But rest assured, she'll make this accusation,
Or false or true, your ruin with the king;
Such is her father's power.

Alon. No more, I care not ;
Rather than groan beneath this load, I'll die.
Zan. But for what better will you change this

load?
Grant you should know it, would not that be

worse? Alon. No; it would cure me of my mortal

pangs :
By hatred and contempt I should despise her,
And all my love-bred agonies would vanish.

Zan. Ah! were I sure of that, my lord -
Alon. What then?

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secret,

Zan. You should not hazard life to gain the Leon. How good in you, my lord, whom na

tions' cares Alon. What dost thou mean? Thou know'st Solicit, and a world in arms obeys, I'm on the rack.

To drop one thought on me! I'll not be played with; speak, if thou hast aught,

[He shews the utmost impatience. Or I this instant fly to Leonora.

Alon. Dost thou then prize it? Zan. That is, to death. My lord, I am not yet Leon. Do you then ask it? Quite so far gone in guilt to suffer it,

Alon. Know then, to thy comfort, Though gone too far, Heaven knows—Tis I am Thou hast me all, my throbbing heart is full guilty

With thee alone; I have thought of nothing else ; I have took pains, as you, I know, observed, Nor shall, 1 from my soul believe, till death. To hinder you from diving in the secret, My life, our friends expect thee. And turned aside your thoughts froin the detec- Leon. I obey.

[Erit. tion.

Alon. Is that the face of cursed hypocrisy? Alon. Thou dost confound me!

If she is guilty, stars are made of darkness, Zan. I confound inyself,

And beauty shall no more belong to HeavenAnd frankly own it, though to my shame I own Don Carlos did return at dead of nightit;

Proceed, good Zanga; so thy tale began. Nought but your life in danger could have torn Zan. Don Carlos did return at dead of night; The secret out, and made me own my criine. That night, by chance (ill chance for me) did I Alon. Speak quickly; Zanga, speak.

Command' the watch that guards the palace gate. Zan. Not yet, dread sir :

He told me he had letters for the king,
First, I must be assured, that if

you
find

Dispatched from you.
The fair one guilty, scorn, as you assured me, Alon. The villain lied !
Shall conquer love and rage, and heal your soul. Zan. My lord,
Alon. Oh! 'twill, by Heaven!

I pray, forbear Transported at his sight, Zan. Alas! I fear it much,

After so long a bondage, and your friend, And scarce can hope so far; but I of this (Who could suspect him of an artifice ?) Exact

your solemn oath, that you'll abstain No farther I enquired, but let him pass, From all self-violence, and save my lord. False to my trust, at least imprudent in it. Alon. I trebly swear.

Our watch relieved, I went into the garden, Zan. You'll bear it like a man?

As is my custom, when the night's serene, Alon. A god.

And took a moon-light walk : when soon I heard Zan. Such have you been to me; these tears A rustling in an arbour that was near me. consess it,

I saw two lovers in each other's arms, And poured forth miracles of kindness on me : Embracing and embraced. Anon the man And what amends is now within my power, Arose, and, falling back some paces from her, But to confess, expose myself to justice, Gazed ardently awhile, then rushed at once, And, as a blessing, claim iny punishment ? And throwing all himself into her bosom, Know, then, Don Carlos

There softly sighed — Oh, night of ecstacy! Alon. Oh!

When shall we meet again?'— Don Carlos, then, Zan. You cannot bear it.

Led Leonora forth, Alon. Go on, I'll have it, though it blast man- Alon, Oh, Oh my heart ! kind;

(He sinks into a chair. I'll have it all, and instantly.

Zan, Groan on, and with the sound refresh Zan. Don Carlos did return at dead of night

'Tis through his heart; his knees smite one another: Enter LEONORA.

'Tis through his brain; his eye-balls roll in anLeon. My lord Alonzo, you are absent from us, guish.

[Aside. And quite undo our joy.

My lord, my lord, why do ye

rack
my

soul? Alon. I'll come, my love :

Speak to me, let me know that you still live. Be not our friends deserted by us both; Do not you know me, sir? Pray, look upon me; I'll follow you this moment.

You think too deeply, -I am your own Zanga, Leon. My good lord,

So loved, so cherished, and so faithful to you.— I do observe severity of thought

Why start you in such fury? Nay, my lord, Upon your brow. 'Aught hear you from the For Heaven's sake sheath your sword! What

, Moors?

can this mean? Alon. No, delight.

Fool that I was, to trust you with the secret, Leon. What then employed your mind? And you unkind to break your word with me. Alon. Thou, love, and only thou; so Heaven Oh, passion for a woman !- -On the ground ! befriend me,

Where is your boasted courage? Where your As other thought can find no entrance here.

scorn,

Go on.

my soul!

my

And prudent rage, that was to cure your grief, Alas my head turns round, and my limbs fail And chase your love-bred agonies away?

me! Rise, sir, for honour's sake. Why should the Zan. My lord ! Moors,

Alon. Oh, villain, villain, most accurst ! Why should the vanquished triumph?

If thou didst know it, why didst let me wed? Ilon. Would to Heaven

Zan. Hear me, my lord, your anger will abate. That I were lower still! Oh, she was all! I knew it not :-I saw them in the garden; My fame, my friendship, and my love of arms, But saw no more than you might well expect All stoop to her; my blood was her possession. To see in lovers destined for each other. Deep in the secret foldings of my heart By Heaven I thought their meeting innocent. She lived with life, and far the dearer she. Who could suspect fair Leonora's virtue, But—and no more-set nature on a blaze, Till after-proofs conspired to blacken it? Give her a fit of jealousy-away

Sad proofs, which came too late, which broke not To think on't-is the torment of the damned,

out, And not to think on't is impossible.

( Eternal curses on Alvarez' haste !) How fair the cheek that first alarmed my soul ! Till holy rites had made the wanton yours; How bright the eye that set it on a flame! And then, I own, I laboured to conceal it, How soft the breast on which I laid my peace In duty and compassion to your peace. For years to slumber, unawaked by care !

Alon. Live now, be damned hereafter-for I
How fierce the transport ! how sublime the bliss ! want thee
How deep, how black, the horror and despair ! Oh, night of ecstacy !-Ha! was't not so?

Zan. You said you would bear it like a man. I will enjoy this murder. Let me think-
Alon. I do.

The jasmine bower—'tis secret and remote : Am I not most distracted?

Go wait nie there, and take thy dagger with thee. Zan. Pray, be calm.

[E.rit Zanga. Alon. As hurricanes: be thou assured of that. How the sweet sound still sings within my ear! Zan. Is this the wise Alonzo?

When shall we meet again ?-To-night, in hell! Alon. Villain, no! He died in the arbour-he was murdered there! As he is going, enter LEONÓRA. I am his dæmon though-My wife !—my Ha! I'm surprised! I stagger at her charms ! wife!

Oh, angel-devil !Shall I stab her now? Zan. Alas! he weeps.

No-It shall be as I at first determined. Alon. Go, dig her grave !

To kill her now, were half my vengeance lost. Zan. My lord!

Then must I now dissemble--it I can. Alon. But that her blood's too hot, I would Leon. My lord, excuse me; see, a second time carouse it

I come in embassy from all your friends, Around my bridal board!

Whose joys are languid, uninspired by you. Zan. And I would pledge thee. [Aside. Alon. This moment, Leonora, I was coming Alon. But I may talk too fast. Pray, let me To thee, and all-but sure, or I mistake, think,

Or thou canst well inspire my friends with joy. And reason mildly. Wedded and undonc Leon. Why sighs my lord? Before one night descends! Oh, hasty evil! Alon. I sighed not, Leonora. What friend to comfort me in my extreme ! Leon. I thought you did; your sighs are mine, Where's Carlos? Why is Carlos absent from me? Does he know what has happened?

And I shall feel them all. Zun. My good lord !

Alon. Dost flatter me?
Alon. O, depth of horror! He!—My bosom Leon. If my regards for you are flattery,
friend!

Full far indeed I stretched the compliment
Zan. Alas, compose yourself, my lord. In this day's solemn rite,
Alon. To death!

Alon. What rite?
Gaze on her with both eyes so ardently!

Leon. You sport me. Give them the vultures, tear him all in pieces ! Alon. Indeed I do; my heart is full of mirtha Zan. Most excellent!

[Aside.

Leon. And so is mine I look on cheerfulAlon. Hark! you can keep a secret.

ness, In yonder arbour, bound with jasmine

As on the health of virtue. Who's that? What villain's that? Unhand her Alon. Virtue DamnMurder !

Leon. What says my lord? Tear them asunder-Murder-How they grind Alon. Thou art exceeding fair. My heart betwixt them !-Oh, let go my heart ! Leon. Beauty alone is but of little worth ; Yet let it go

-Embracing and embraced ! But when the soul and body of a piece, Oh, pestilence !-Who let him in ?-A traitor. Both shine alike, then they obtain a price,

[Goes to stab Zanga, he prevents him. And are a fit reward for gallant actions,

my lord,

me.

Heaven's pay on earth for such great souls as I soon will follow; that which now disturbs thee yours;

Shall be cleared up, and thou shall not condenin If fair and innocent, I am your due.

[Erit Leon. Alon. Innocent!

[Aside. Oh, how like innocence she looks !-What, stab Leon. How, my lord! I interrupt you.

her! Alon. No, my best life! I must not part with And rush into her blood! I never can! thee

In her guilt shines, and nature holds my

hand. This hand is mine- Oh, what a hand is here! llow then? Why thus- -No more; it is deterSo soft, souls sink into it, and are lost!

mined. Leon. In tears, my lord ? Alon. What less can speak my joy?

Enter Zanga. I gaze, and I forget my own existence :

Zan. I fear his heart has failed him. She must 'Tis all a vision-my head swims in heaven!

die. Wherefore ! oh, wherefore this expence of beau- Can I not rouse the snake that's in his bosom, ty?

To sting our human nature, and effect it! And wherefore-Oh!-

Aside. Why, I could gaze upon thy looks for ever, Alon. This vast and solid earth, that blazing And drink in all my being from thine eyes:

sun, And I could snatchi a fiaming thunderbolt, Those shies through which it rolls, must all have And hurl destruction !

end ! Leon. How, my lord! what mean you ? What then is man? the smallest part of nothing ! Acquaint me with the secret of your heart,

Day buries day, month month, and year the year-Or cast me out for ever from your love!

Our life is but a chain of many deaths ! Alon. Art thou concerned for me?

Can, then, death's self be feared ? our life much Leon. My lord, you fright me.

rather.
Is this the fondness of your nuptial hour? Life is the desert, life the solitude,
I am ill-used, my lord, I must not bear it. Death joins us to the great majority :
Why, when I woo your hand, is it denied me? 'Tis to be borne to Plato's, and to Cæsars;
Your very eyes, why are they taught to shun me? | 'Tis to be great for ever;
Nay, my good lord, I have a title here,

'Tis pleasure, 'tis ambition then to die.

[ Taking his hand. Zun. I think, my lord, you talked of death. And I will have it. Am not I your wife?

Alon. I did. Have not I just authority to know

Zan. I give you joy, then Leonora's dead! That heart which I have purchased with my own? dlon. No, Zanga, the greatest guilt is mine, Lay it before me then; it is

'Tis mine, who might have marked bis midnight Unkind Alonzo! though I might demand it, Behold I kneel! Sce, Leonora kneels !

Who might have marked his tameness to resign And deigns to be a beggar for her own!

her; Tell me the secret, I conjure you tell me. Who might have marked her sudden turn of love: The bride foregoes the homage of her day,

These, and a thousand tokens more; and yet Alvarez' daughter trembles in the dust.

(For which the saints absolve my soul !) did wed. Speak, then, I charge you speak, or I expire,

Zan. Where does this tend? And load you with iny death! My lord, my

Alon. To shed a woman's blood lord!

Would stain my sword, and make my wars inAlon. Ha, ha, ha!

glorious;
[He breuks from her, and she sinks upon But just resentment to myself bears in it
the floor.

A stamp of greatness above vulgar minds. Leon. Are these the joys which fondly I con- He, who, superior to the checks of nature, ceived ?

Dares inake his life the victim of his reason, And is it thus a wedded life begins?

Does, in some sort, that reason deity, What did I part with, when I gave my heart;

And take a flight at leaven, I knew not that all happiness went with it.

Zan. Alas, my lord, Why did I leave my tender father's wing, 'Tis not your reason, but her beauty finds And venture into love! The maid that loves, Those arguments, and throws you on your sword. Goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, You cannot close an eye that is so bright; And puts her trust in miracles for safety. You cannot strike a breast that is so soft, Where shall i sigh?-Where pour out my com- That has ten thousand ecstacies in store plaints ?

For Carlos-No, my lord, I mean for you. He that should hear, should succour, should re- Alon. Oh, through my heart and marrow! dress,

Prithee spare me; He is the source of all.

Nor more upbraid the weakness of thy lord. dlon. Go to thy chamber;

I own, I tried, I quarrelled with my heart,

my due.

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