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Zan. I think, my lord, you talk'd of death ? | The modest zone, with which it first was Alon. I did.

tied, Zon. I give you joy ; then Leonora's dead ? Each man she meets will be a Carlos to her. Alon. No, Zanga; to shed a woman's blood Alon. That thought has more of hell than Would stain my sword, and make my wars

had the former. inglorious ;

Another, and another, and another! He who, superior to the checks of nature, And each shall cast a smile upon my tomb. Dares make his life the victim of his reason, I am convinc'd; I must not, will not die. Does in some sort that reason deity,

Zan. You cannot die ; nor can you murder And take a flight at heaven.

her. Zan. Alas, my lord,

What then remains? In nature no third way, "Tis not your reason, but her beauty, finds But to forget, and so to love again. Those arguments, and throws you on your Alon. Oh! sword.

Zan. If you forgive, the world will call you You cannot close an eye that is so bright,

good; You cannot strike a breast that is so soft, If you forget, the world will call you wise ; That has ten thousand ecstacies in store- If you receive her to your grace again, For Carlos ?-No, my lord, I mean for you. The world will call you very, very kind. Alon. Oh, through my heart and marrow! Alon. Zanga, I understand thee well. She

pr'ythee, spare me, Nor more upbraid the weakness of thy lord : Though my arm tremble at the stroke, she dies. I own, I tried, I quarrell’d with my heart, Zan. That's truly great. What think you And push'd it on, and bid it give her death;

'twas set up But, oh, her eyes struck first and murder'd The Greek and Roman name in such a lustre,

But doing right in stern despite to nature; Zan. I know not what to answer to my Shutting their ears to all her little cries, lord.

When great, august, and godlike justice Men are but men; we did not make ourselves,

call'd ? Farewell then, my best lord, since you must At Aulis, one pour'd out a daughter's life, die.

And gain'd more glory than by all his wars; Oh, that I were to share your monument, Another slew a sister in just rage ; And in eternal darkness close these eyes A third, the theme of all succeeding times, Against those scenes which I am doom'd to Gave to the cruel axe a darling son: suffer!

Nay more, for justice some devote themselves, Ilon. What dost thou mean?

As he at Carthage, an immortal name! Zan. And is it then unknown?

Yet there is one step left above them all, Oh, grief of heart, to think that you should | Above their history, above their fable: ask it!

A wife, bride, mistress, unenjoy'd-do that, Sure you distrust that ardent love I bear you, And tread upon the Greek and Roman glory. Else could you doubt when you are laid in Alon. 'Tis done!-Again new transports fire dust


my brain : But it will cut my poor heart through anu I had forgot it, 'tis my bridal night. To see those revel on your sacred tomb, Friend, give me joy, we must be gay together; Who brought you thither by their lawless See that the festival be duly honour'd. loves.

And when with garlands the full bowl is For there they'll revel, and exult to find

crown'd, Him sleep so fast, who else might mar their And music gives her elevating sound, joys.

And golden carpets spread the sacred floor, Alon. Distraction! But Don Carlos well And a new day the blazing tapers pour, thou know'st

Thou, Zanga, then my solemn friends invite, Is sheath'd in steel, and bent on other thoughts. From the dark realms of everlasting night; Zan. I'll work him to the murder of his Call Vengeance, call the Furies, call Despair, friend.

(Aside. And Death, our chief-invited guest, be there Yes, till the fever of his blood returns, He, with pale hand, shall lead the bride, and While her last kiss still glows upon his cheeck.

spread But when he finds Alonzo is no more,

Eternal curtains round our nuptial bed. How will he rush, like lightning, to her arms!

[Exeunt. There sigh, there languisn, there pour out his soul;

But not in grief,sad obsequies to thee!

But thou wilt be at peace, nor see, nor hear
The burning kiss, the sigh of ecstacy,

Enter Alonzo, meeting ZANGA.
Their throbbing hearts that jostle one another:
Thank Heaven, these torments will be all my Alon. Is Carlos murder'd ?

Zan. I obey'd your order.
Alon. I'll ease thee of that pain. Let Carlos Six ruffians overtook him on the road;

He fought as he was wont, and four he slew. O'ertake him on the road, and see it done. Then sunk beneath a hundred wounds to "Tis my command.

[Gives his signet.

death, Zan. I dare not disobey,

His last breath bless'd Alonzo, and desir'd Alon. My Zanga, now I have thy leave to His bones might rest near yours. die. Alon. Oh, Zanga! Zanga!

(ing Zan. Ah, Sir! think, think again. Are all But I'll not think : for I must act, and thinko men buried

Would ruin me for action. . In Carlos' grave? you know not womankind: Where's Leonora then ? Quick, answer me : When once the throbbing of the heart has i'm deep in horrors, I'll be deeper still. broke

I find the artifice did take effect,




And she forgives my late deportment to her. | Alon. Ye powers! with what an eye she Zan. I told her, from your childhood you

mends the day! was wont,

While they were elos'd, I should have given On any great surprise, but chiefly then

the blow.

(Aside. When cause of sorrow bore it company, Leon. What says my lord ? To have your passion shake the seat of reason; Alon. Why, this Alonzo says: A momentary ill, which soon blew o’er: If love were endless, men were gods; 'tis that Then did I tell her of Don Carlos' death Does counterbalance travel, danger, pain(Wisely suppressing by what means he fell,) 'Tis Heaven's expedient to make mortals bear And laid the blame on that. At first she The light, and cheat them of the peaceful doubted;

grave. But such the honest artifice I usd,

Leon. Alas, my lord ! why talk you of the And such her ardent wish it should be true,

grave ? That she, at length, was fully satisfied. Your friend is dead : in friendship you sustain But what design you, Sir, and how?

A mighty loss : repair it with my love. Alon. I'll tell thee.

Alon. Thy love, thou piece of witchcraft! Thus I've ordain'd it. In the jess’mine bower,

I would say, The place which she dishonour'd with her Thou brightest angel! I could gaze for ever. guilt,

But oh, those eyes! those murderers! Oh There will I meet her; the appointment's made; whence, And calmly spread (for I can do it now) Whence didst thou steal their burning orbs ? The blackness of her crime before her sight;

from Heaven ? And then, with all the cool solemnity

Thou didst; and 'tis religion to adore them. Of public justice, give her to the grave. [ Exit. Leon. My best Alonzo, moderate your Zan. Why, get thee gone! horror and night

thoughts. go with thee.

Extremes still fright me, though of love itself. Sisters of Acheron, go hand in hand,

Alon. Extremes indeed! it hurry'd me Go dance around the bower, and close them;

away ; And tell them, that I sent you to salute them; But I come home again-and now for justiceProfane the ground; and for th' ambrosial And now for death-It is impossible- [ Aside. rose,

I leave her to just Heaven. And breath of jess’mine, let hemlock blacken,

[Drops the dagger, goes off. And deadly nightshade poison all the air. Leon. Ha, a dagger! For the sweet nightingale, may ravens croak, What dost thou say, thou minister of death? Toads pant, and adders rustle through the What dreadful tale dost tell me ?-Let me leaves ;

thinkMay serpents winding up the trees let fall Their hissing necks upon them from above,

Enter ZANGA. And mingle kisses such as I would give them.

[Exit. Zan. Death to my towering hope! Oh! fall

from high! SCENE II.-The Bower.

My close, long-labour'd scheme at once is

blasted, Enter ALONZO.-LEONORA sleeping.

That dagger, found, will cause her to inquire ;

Inquiry will discover all; my hopes Alon. Ye amaranths! ye roses, like the Of vengeance perish; I myself am lostmorn!

Curse on the coward's heart; wither his hand, Sweet myrtles, and ye golden orange groves !

Which held the steel in vain !-what can be Why do you smile? Why do you look so fair ?

done? Are ye not blighted as I enter in ?

Where can I fix ?-that's something stillDid ever midnight ghosts assemble here?

'twill breed Have these sweet echoes ever learn'd to groan? | Fell rage and bitterness betwixt their souls, Joy-giving, love-inspiring, holy bower! Which may, perchance, grow up to greater Know, in thy fragrant bosom thou receiv'st

evil: A-murderer! Oh, I shall stain thy lilies, If not, 'tis all I can-It shall be som [Aside. And horror will usurp the seat of bliss.

Leon. Oh, Zanga, I am sinking in my fears!

(Advances. Alonzo dropp'd this dagger as he left me, Ha! she sleeps

And left me in a strange disorder too. The day's uncommon heat has overcome her. What can this mean? Angels preserve bis life! Then take, my longing eyes, your last, full Zan. Yours, Madam, yours. gaze:

Leon. What, Zanga, dost thou say? Oh, what a sight is here! bow dreadful fair! Zan. Carry yon goodness then to such exWho would not think that being innocent ?

tremes, Where shall I strike? who strikes her, strikes So blinded to the faults of him you love, himself.

That you perceive not he is jealous ? My own life-blood will issue at her wound. Leon. Heavens ! But see, she smiles ! I never shall smile more; And yet a thousand things recur that swear it. It strongly tempts me to a parting kiss. What villain could inspire him with that [Going, he starts back.

thought? Ha! smile again. She dreams of him she loves. It is not of the growth of bis own nature. Curse on her charms! I'll stab her through Zan. Some villain ; who, hell knows; but he them all.

is jealous ; [As he is going to strike, she wakes. And 'tis most fit a heart so pure as yours Leon. My lord, your stay was long; and Do itself justice, and assert its honour, yonder lull

And make him conscious of his stab to virtue. Of falling waters tempted me to rest,

Leon. Jealous ! it sickens at my heart. UnDispirited with noon's excessive heat.


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Ungen'rous, groundless, weak, and insolent! Alon. (Turning on her.] Ill-fated woman! Wby, wherefore ? on what shadow of occasion? Why bast thou forc'd me back into the gulf Oh, how the great man lessens to my thought! Of agonies I had block'd up from thought ? How could so mean a vice as jealousy

For, since thou hast replong’d me in my torLive in a throng of such exalted virtues ! I will be satisfied.

[ture, I scorn and hate, yet love him, and adore. Leon. Be satisfied ! I cannot, will not, dare not, think it true, Alon. Yes, thy own mouth shall witness it Till from himself I know it.


against thee; Zan. This succeeds

I will be satisfied. Just to my wish. Now she, with violence, Leon. Of what? Upbraids him; he, not doubting she is guilty, Alon. Of what? Rages no less; and if on either side

How dar’st thou ask that question ? Woman, The waves run high, there still lives hope of

woman, ruin.

Weak and assur'd at once! thus 'tis for ever. Re-enter ALONZO.

Who told thee that thy virtue was suspected ?

Who told thee I desigo'd upon thy life? My lord

You found the dagger ; but that could not Alon. Oh, Zanga, hold thy peace! I am no

speak: coward ;

Nor did I tell thee; who did tell thee then?
But Heaven itself did hold my hand; I felt it, Guilt, conscious guilt !
By the well-being of my soul, I did.

Leon. This to my face! Oh, Heaven !
I'll think of vengeance at another season. Alon. This to thy very soul.
Van. My lord, her guilt-

Leon. Thou’rt not in earnest ?
Alon. Perdition on thee, Moor,

Alon. Serious as death. For that one word ! Ah, do not rouse that Leon. Then Heaven have mercy on thee. thought !

Till now, I struggled pot to think it true; I have o'erwhelm'd it much as possible : I sought conviction, and would not believe it. I tell thee, Moor, I love her to distraction. And dost thou force me ? this shall not be If 'tis my shame, wby, be it so—I love her;

borne I could not burt her to be lord of earth ; Thou shalt repent this insult. (Going It shocks my nature like a stroke from Heaven. Alon. Madam, stay. But see, my Leonora comes Be gone. Your passion's wise; 'tis a disguise for guilt:

(Exit ZANGA. You and your thousand arts shall not escape Re-enter LEONORA.

Leon. Arts? Oh, seen for ever, yet for ever new!

Alon. Arts! Confess; for death is in my The conquer'd thou dost conquer o'er again,

hand. Inflicting wound on wound.

Leon. 'Tis in your words. Leon. Alas, my lord !

Alon. Confess, confess, confess! (thee. What need of this to me?

Nor tear my veins with passion to compel Alon. Ha ! dost thou weep?

Leon. I scorn to answer thee, presumptuous Leon. Have I no cause?

man! Alon. If love is thy concern,

Alon. Deny then, and incur a fouler shame. Thou hast no cause: none ever lov'd like me. Where did I find this picture? Oh, that this one embrace would last for Leon. Ha, Don Carlos !

[own. ever!

By my best hopes, more welcome than thy Leon. Could this man ever mean to wrong "Alon. I know it; but is vice so very rank, my virtue ?

That thou should'st dare to dasb it in my face? Could this man e'er design upon my life? Nature is sick of thee, abandon'd woman ! Impossible ! I throw away the thought. [Aside. Leon. Repent. These tears declare how much I taste the joy Alon. Is that for me ? Of beiog folded in your arms and heart; Leon. Fall, ask my pardop. My universe does lie within that space.

Alon. Astonishment! This dagger bore false witness.

Leon. Dar’st thou persist to think I am disAlon. Ha, my dagger!

honest ? It rouses horrid images. Away,

Alon. I know thee so. Away with it, and let us talk of love.

Leon. This blow then to thy heartLeon. Of death!

[She stabs herself; he endeavours to prevent her. Alon. As thou lov'st happiness

Alon. Ho, Zanga! Isabella ! ho ! she bleeds ! Leon. Of murder!

Desceud, ye blessed angels, to assist her! Alon. Rash,

Leon. This is the only way I would wonnd Rash woman! yet forbear.


(still. Alas, thou quite mistak'st my cause of pain ! Though most unjust. Now think me guilty Yet, yet dismiss me; I am all in flames. Leon. Who has most cause, you or myself ?

Enter IsabelLA. what act

Alon. Bear her to instant help. The world Of my whole life encourag'd you to this?

to save her. Or ot your own, what guilt has drawn it on Leon. Unhappy man ! well may'st thou gaze you?

and tremble. You find me kind, and think me kind to all ; But fix thy terror and amazement right; The weak, ungenerous error of your sex. Not on my blood, but on thy own distraction. What could inspire the thought? We oft'nest What hast thou 'done? whóm censur'd-Leojudge

nora !

[her life : From our own hearts; and is yours then so when thou badst censur'd, thou wouldst save It prompts you to conceive thus ill

of me? Oh, inconsistent! should I live in shame, He that cat stoop to barbour such a thought, Or stoop to any other means but this, Deserves to find it true. [Holding him. T assert my virtue ? no: she who disputes


Admits it possible she might be guilty. Where are you? Crown me, shadow me with While aught but truth could be my induce

laurels, nient to it.

Ye spirits which delight in just revenge' While it might look like an excuse to thee, Let Europe and her pallid sons go weep; I scorn'd to vindicate my innocence:

Let Afric and her hundred thrones rejoice : But now,

I let thy rashness know, the wound Oh, my dear countrymen, look down and see Which least I feel, is that my dagger made. How I bestride your prostrate conqueror!

(Exit ISABELLA, leading out LEONORA. I tread on haughty Spain, and all her kings. Alon. Ha! was this woman guilty ?-And if | But this is mercy, this is my indulgence; not

'Tis peace, 'tis refuge from my indignation. How my thoughts darken that way! grant, I must awake him into horrors. Hoa! kind Heaven,

Alonzo, hoa! the Moor is at the gate!
'That she prove guilty; or my being end. Awake, invincible, omnipotent!
Is that my hope, then ?-Sure, the sacred dust Thou who dost all'subdue !
Of her that bore me trembles in its urn.

Alon. Inhuman slave!
Is it in man the sore distress to bear,

Zan. Fallen Christian, thou mistak'st my When hope itself is blackeu'd to despair?

character. When all the bliss I pant for, is to gain Look on me. Who am I?--I know, thou say'st In bell, a refuge from severer pain ? [Exit. The Moor, a slave, an abject, beaten slave :

(Eternal woes to him that made me so !) Re-enter ZANGA.

But look again. Has six years' cruel bondage Zan. How stands the great account 'twixt Extinguish'd majesty so far, that nought me and vengeance ?

Shines here to give an awe of one above thee? Though much is paid, yet still it owes me When the great Moorish king, Abdallah, fell, much,

Fell by thy hand accurs'd, I fought fast by him, And I will not abate a single groan

His son, though, through his fondness, in disHa! that were well-but that were fatal too- guise, Wby, be it so—Revenge so truly great, [life. Less to expose me to th' ambitious foe.Would come too cheap, if bought with less than Ha! does it wake thee ?-0'er my father's Re-enter ISABELLA.

I stood astride till I had clove thy crest; Isa. Ab, Zanga, see me tremble! Has not yet And sunk into thy servant-But, oh! what,

And then was made the captive of a squadron, Thy cruel beart its fill? Poor LeonoraZan. Weiters in blood, and gasps for her last

What were my wages ? Hear not Heaven, nor

earth! What then? We all must die. [breath. My wages were a blow! by Heaven, a blow! Isa. Alonzo raves,

And from a mortal hand! And, in the tempest of his grief, has thrice

llon. Oh, villain, villain! Attempted on his life. At length, disarın'd,

Zan. All strife is vain. (Showing a dagger. He calls his friends, that save him, his worst

Alon. Is thus my love return'd ? foes,

Is this my recompense? Make friends of And importunes the skies for swift perdition.


(breast, Thus in bis storm of sorrow : after pause,

Lay not your young, oh, mothers, on the He started up, and call'd aloud for Zanga;

For fear they turn to serpents as they lie, For Zanga raved; and see, he seeks you here, And pay you for their nourishment with To learn that truth, which most he dreads to

death! know.

Carlos is dead, and Leonora dying! Zan. Begone. Now, now, my soul, consum

Both innocent, both murder'd, both by me. mate all.

(Exit IsabelLA.

Zan. Must I despise thee too, as well as Re-enter ALONZO.

hate thee?

Complain of grief, complain thou art a man.Alon. Oh, Zanga!

Priam from fortune's lofty summit fell ; Zan. Do not tremble so; but speak.

Great Alexander 'midst his conquests mourn'd; Alon. I dare not.

(Falls on him. Heroes and demi-gods have known their sorZan. You will drown me with your tears.

rows; Alon. Have I not cause?

Cæsars have wept; and I have had-my blow: Zan. As yet, you have no cause.

But, 'tis reveng'd, and now my work is done. Alon. Dost thou too rave?

Yet, ere I fall, be it one part of vengeance Zan. Your anguish is to come :

To force thee to confess that I am just.You much have been abus'd.

Thou seest a prince, whose father thou bast Alon. Abus'd! by whom?

slain, Zan. To know, were little comfort.

Whose native country thou hast laid in blood, Alon. Oh, 'twere much!

Whose sacred person (oh!) thou hast profan'd, Zan. Indeed!

Whose reign extinguish'd-what was left to Alon. By Heaven! Oh, give him to my fury!

me, Zan. Born for your use, I live but to oblige So highly born? No kingdom, but revenge; Know, then, 'twas-I.

[you. No treasure but thy tortures and thy groans. Alon. Am I awake?

If men should ask who brought thee to thy end, Zan. For ever.

[me; Tell them, the Moor, and they will not despise Thy wife is guiltless—that's one transport to

thee. And I, I let thee know it-that's another. If cold white mortals censure this great deed, I urg'd Don Carlos to resign his mistress, Warn them, they judge not of superior beings, I forg'd the letter, I dispos'd the picture; Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, I hated, I despis'd, and I destroy!

With whom revenge is virtue. Fare thee wellAlon. Oh!

[Swoons. Now, fully satisfied, I should take leave: Zan. Wby, this is well--why, this is blow But one thing grieves me, since thy death is for blow!

I leave thee my example how to die. (near, is yours,

As he is going to stab himself, Alonzo rushes Alv. Peace, villain !

upon him to prevent him. In the mean time, Zan. Wbile I live, old man, I'll speak : enter DON ALVAREZ, attended. They disarm And, well I know, thou dar'st not kill me yet; and seize ZANGA. ALONZO puts the dagger in For that would rob thy blood-hounds of their his bosom.


Alon. Who call'd Alonzo ? Alon. No, monster, thou shalt not escape by

Alv. No one call’d, my son. Oh, father!

[death. Alu. Oh, Alonzo !-Isabella,

Alon. Again !—'Tis Carlos' voice, and I obey. Touch'd with remorse to see her mistress' Oh, how I laugh at all that this can do !

(Shows the dagger. Told all the dreadful tale.

(pangs, Alon. What groan was that?

The wounds that pain'd, the wounds that Zan. As I have been a vulture to thy heart, Were given before ;

murder'd me, So will I be a raven to thine ear,

am already dead;

This only marks my body for the grave, As true as ever snuff 'd the scent of blood,

[Stabs himself. As ever flapp'd its heavy wing against The window of the sick, and Croak’d despair

. Afric, thou art reveng’d.—Oh, Leonora! [Dies.

Zan. Good ruffians, give me leave; my blood Thy wife is dead.

(ALVAREZ goes aside, and returns. The wheel's prepar'd, and you shall have it all. Alu. The dreadful news is true.

Let me but look one moment on the dead. Alon. Prepare the rack; invent new torments And pay yourselves with gazing on my pangs.

for him. Zan. This too is well. The fir’d and noble Is this Alonzo ? Where's the haughty mien?

(He goes to Alonzo's body. mind

Is that the hand which smote me? Heavens, 'Turns all occurrence to its own advantage;

how pale! And I'll make vengeance of calamity. Were I not thus reduc'd, thou wouldst not | I war not

with the dust. The great, the proud,

And art thou dead! So is my enmity. know,

The conqueror of Afric, was my foe. That, thus reduc'd, I dare defy thee still. Torture thou may’st, but thou shalt ne’er des- This was the only method to subdue me.

A lion preys not upon carcasses. pise me.

(ven, The blood will follow where the knife is dri- Now blazes, all thy guilt

is in the grave.

Terror and doubt fall on me : all thy good The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear,

Never had man such funeral applause : And sighs and cries by nature grow on pain.

If I lament thee, sure thy worth was great. But these are foreign to the soul : not mine

Oh, vengeance, I have follow'd thee too far, The groans that issue, or the tears that fall;

And to receive me, hell blows all her fires. They disobey me; on the rack I scorn thee,

[Exeunt. As when my falchion clove thy helm in battle.

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