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That whether death or victory ensued 'Tis that, or some such melancholy thought,
might be his, beyond the power of fato; Upon my word, no more. The queen too did assist bis suit-I granted; Leon. I will attend you. And in one day was wedded and a widow.
Alon. The lord Gonsalez comes to tell your For which I mourn, and will for ever mourn;
highness Nor will I change these black and dismal The king is just arriv'd. robes,
Alm. Conduct him in.
[Exit Alon. Or ever dry these swoln and watery eyes ;
That's his pretence; bis errand is, I know, Or ever taste content or peace of heart,
To fill my ears with Garcia's valiant deeds; While I have life, and thought of my Al. And gild and magnify his son's exploits. phonso
But I am arm’d with ice around my heart, Leon. Look down, good Heaven, with pity Not to be warm'd with words, or idle eloon her sorrows,
quence. And grant that time may bring her some relief.
Enter GONSALEZ. Alm. Oh, no! time gives increase to my afflictions.
Gon. Be every day of your long life like this. The circling hours, that gather all the woes The sun, bright conquest, and your brighter Which are diflus'u through the revolving year,
eyes, Come heavy laden with th' oppressing weight Have all conspir’d to blaze promiscuous light, To me; with me, successively, they leave
And bless this day with most unequall'd The sighs, the tears, the groans, the restless Your royal father, my victorions lord, slustre. cares,
(light: Loaden with spoils, and ever-living laurel, And all the damps of grief, that did retard their Is entering now, in martial pomp, the palace. They shake their downy wings, and scatter all Five hundred mules precede his solemn march, The dire collected dews on my poor head :
Which groan beneath the weight of Moorish Then fly with joy and swiftness from me.
wealth. Leon. Hark!
(Shouts at a distance. Chariots of war, adorn’d with glittering gems, The distant shouts proclaim your father's Succeed; and next, a hundred neighing triumph.
steeds, O cease, for Heaven's sake, assuage a little
White as the fleecy rain on Alpine bills, This torrent of your grief, for this, I fear,
That bound and foam, and champ the golden "Twill urge his wrath, to see you drown'd in tears,
As they disdain'd the victory they grace. When joy appears in every other face. Prisoners of war, in shining fetters, follow :
Alm. And joy he brings to every other heart, And captains of the noblest blood of Afric But double, double weight of wo to mine : Sweat by his chariot wheel, and lick and For with him Garcia comes-Garcia, to whom
[raise. I must be sacrific'd, and all the vows
With gnashing teeth, the dust his triumphs I gave my dear Alphonso basely broken. The swarming populace spread every wall, No, it shall never be ; for I will die
And cling, as if with claws they did enforce First, die ten thousand deaths-Luok down, Their hold; through clifted stones stretching look down,
and staring, Alphonso, hear the sacred vow I make; As if they were all eyes, and every limb
[Kneels. Would feed its faculiy with admiration : One moment, cease to gaze on perfect bliss,
While you alone retire, and shun this sight; And bend thy glorious eyes to earth and me.
This sight, which is indeed not seen, (though And thou, Anselmo, if yet thou art arriv'd,
twice Through all impediments of purging fire,
The multitude should gaze) in absence of To thai bright Heaven, where my Alphonso
your eyes. reigns,
Alm. My lord, my eyes ungratefully behold Behold thou also, and attend my vow.
The gilded trophies of exterior honours. If ever I do yield, or give consent,
Nor will my ears be charmed with sounding By any action, word, or thought, to wed
words, Another lord; may then just Heaven shower Or pompous phrase, the pageantry of souls. down
But that my father is return'd in safety, Unheard of curses on me, greater far
I bend to Heaven with thanks. (If such there be in angry Heaven's
vengeance) But'tis a task unft for my weak age
Gon. Excellent princess !Than any I have yet endur'd-And now
(Rising. With dying words to offer at your praise. My heart has some relief; having so well Garcia, my son, your beauty's lowest slave, Discharg'd this debt, incumbent on my love.
Has better done, in proving with bis sword Yet, one thing more I would engage from thee. The force and influence of your matchless
charms. Leon. My heart, my life, and will, are only
Alm. I doubt not of the worth of Garcia's yours. Alm. I thank thee. 'Tis but this, anon: Which had been brave though I had ne'er
deeds, when all
been born. Are wrapp'd and busied in the general joy, Thou wilt withdraw, and privately with me
Leon. Madam, the king. [Flourish. Steal forth, to visit good Anselmo's tomb.
Alm. My women. I would meet him. Leon. Alas! I fear some fatal resolution.
(Attendants to ALMERIA enter in mourning. Alm. No, on my life, my faith, I mean no ill, Symphony of warlike Music. Enter the KING, Nor violence-I feel myself more light, attended by GARCIA and sereral Officers. Files And more at large, since I have made this of Prisoners in chains, and Gunrds, who are
ranged in order round the Stage. ALMERIA Perhaps I would repeat it there more solemnly. meets the KING, and kneels: afterwards
ure, Sir ?
GONSALEZ kneels, and kisses the KING's hand, Gar. [Kneeling.) Your pardon, Sir, if I prewhile GARCIA does the same to the PRINCESS.
sume so far, King. Almeria, rise-My best Gonsalez, As to remind you of your gracious promise. rise.
King. Rise, Garcia. I forgot. "Yel stay, What, tears ! my good old friend
Almeria. Gon. But tears of joy.
Alm. My boding heart!What is your pleasBelieve me, Sir, to see you thus, has fillid Mine eyes with more delight than they can
King. Draw near, and give your hand, and, hold.
Garcia, yours: King. By Heaven, thou lov’st me, and I'm Receive this lord, as one whom I have found pleas'd thou dost;
Worthy to be your husband, and my son. Take it for tbanks, old man, that I rejoice
Gar. Thus let me kneel to take-0, not to To see thee weep on this occasion-Some
takeHere are, who seem to mourn at our success !
But to devote, and yield myself for ever Why is't, Almeria, that you meet our eyes,
The slave and creature of my royal mistress. Upon this solemn day, in these sad weeds? Gon. O, let me prostrate pay my worthless In opposition to my brightness, you
thanks And yours are all like daughters of affliction. King. No more ; my promise long since Alm. Forgive me, Sir, if I in this offend.
pass’d, thy services, The year which I have vow'd to pay to Heaven, And Garcia's well-tried valour, all oblige me. In mourning and strict life for my deliverance This day we triumph ; but to-morrow's sun, From wreck and death, wants yet to be ex. Garcia, shall shine to grace thy nuptialspir’d.
[Faints. King. Your zeal to Heaven is great, so is
Gar. She faints ! help to support her.
Gon. She recovers. Yet something too is due to me, who gave
King. A fit of bridal fear. How is't Al. That life, wbich Heaven preservd. A day
meria ? In filial duty, had aton'd and given (bestow'd
Alm. A sudden chillness seizes on my spirits. A dispensation to your vow-No more! Your leave, Sır, to retire. 'Twas weak and wilful-and a woman's error. King. Garcia, conduct her. Yet, upon thought, it doubly wounds my
[Garcia leads ALMERIA to the door, and sight,
returns. To see that sable worn upon the day,
This idle vow hangs on her woman's fears, Succeeding that, in which our deadliest foe, I'll have a priest shall preach her from her Hated Anselmo, was interr'd-By Heaven,
faith, It looks as thou didst mourn for him: just so
Aud make it sin not to renounce that vow Thy senseless vow appear'd to bear its date,
Which I'd have broken. Now, what would Not from that hour wherein thou wert pre
Alonzo ? serv'd, But that wherein the curs’d Alphonso perish'd.
Enter ALONZO. Ha! What? thou dost not weep tu think of that!
Alon. Your beauteous captive, Zara, is arGon. Have patience, royal Sir; the princess
And with a train as if she still were wife To have offended you. If fate decreed, To Albucacim, and the Moor bad conquer'd. One pointed hour should be Alphonsoʻó loss, King. It is our will she should be so at. And her deliverance, is she to blame?
tended. King. I tell thce she's to blame, not to have Bear hence these prisoners. Garcia, which feasted
[ders 1 When my first foe was laid in earth, such Of whose mute valour you relate such won. enmity,
(Prisoners led off. Such detestation bears my blood to his;
Gar. Osmyn, wbo led the Moorish horse ; My daughter should have reveld at his death,
but be, She should have made these palace walls to Great Sir, at her request, attends on Zara. shake,
Ring. He is your prisoner; as you please And all this high and ample roof to ring
dispose him. With her rejoicings. What, to mourn and Gar. I would oblige him, but he shuns my weep!
kindness ; Then, then to weep, and pray, and grieve! And with a haughty mien and stern civility, by Heaven!
Dumbly declines all offers. If he speak, There's not a slave, a shackl'd slave of mine, 'Tis scarce above a word; as he were born But should have smil'd that bour, through all Alone to do, and did disdain to talk ;
At least to talk where he must not command. And shook his chaios in transport and rude King. Such sullenness, and in a man so harmony.
brave, Gon. What she has done, was in excess of Must have some other cause than his captivity. goodness ;
Did Zara, then, request he might attend her i Betray'd by too much piety, to seem
Gar. My lord, she did. As if she had offended.- -Sure, no more. King. That, join'd with his behaviour, King. To seem is to commit, at this con- Begets a doubt. I'd have 'em watch'd ; per. juncture.
haps I wo'not have a seeming sorrow seen
Her chains hang heavier on him than bis own. To-day. Retire ; divest yourself with speed Of that offensive black; on me be all
Enter Alonzo, ZARA, and OSmyn bound, conThe violation of your vow; for you,
ducted by PÉREZ und a guard, attended by SEIt shail be your excuse, that I command it. LIM und several mutes and eunuchs in a train,
King. What welcome, and what honours, King. Garcia, that search shall be your care: beauteous Zara,
It shall be mine to pay devotion here; A king and conqueror can give, are yours : At this fair shrine to lay my laurels down, A conqueror indeed where you are won; And raise love's altar on the spoils of war. Who with such lustre strike admiring eyes, Conquest and triumphs, now, are mine no That had our pomp been with your presence Nor will I viciory in camps adore : [stands,
grac'd, Th' expecting crowd had been deceiv'd; and For, lingering there, in long suspense she
Shifting the prize in unresolving hands; The monarch enter not triumphant, but
Unus'd to wait, I broke through her delay, ln pleasing triumph led ; your beauty's slave. Fix'd her by force, and snatch'd the doubtful Zar. If I on any terms could condescend
day To like captivity, or think those honours,
Now late I find that war is but her sport; Which conquerors in courtesy bestow,
In love the goddess keeps her awful court, Of equal value with unborrow'd rule
Fickle in fields, unsteadily she flies, And native right to arbitrary sway,
But rules with settl'd sway in Zara's eyes. I might be pleased, when I behold'this train
[Exit. With usual homage wait: but when I feel These bonds, I look with loathing on myself,
SCENE I.--Representing the aisle of a King. Those bonds ! 'Twas my command you
Temple. Garcia, Heli, Perez. should be free.
Gar. This way we're told, Osmyn was How durst you, Perez, disobey ?
seen to walk; Perez. Great Sir,
Choosing this lonely mansion of the dead, Your order was, 'she should not wait your To mourn, brare Héli, thy mistaken fate. triumph,
Heli. Let Heaven with thunder to the cenBut at some distance follow, thus attended.
tre strike me, King. 'Tis false; 'twas more; I bid she if to arise in very deed from death, should be free;
And to revisit, with my long-clos's eyes, If not in words, I bid it by my eyes. [hers This living light, could to my soul or sense Her eyes did more than bid Free her and Afford a thought, or show a glimpse of joy, With speed-yet stay-my hands alone can In least proportion to the vast delight make
I feel, to hear of Usmyn's name; to hear Fit restitution here–Thus I release you, That Osmyn lives, and I again shall see him. And by releasing you, enslave myself.
Gar. I've heard, with admiration of your Zar. Such favours, so conferr'd, though friendship. when unsought,
Per. Yonder, my lord, behold the noble Deserve acknowledgement from noble minds.
Moor. Such thanks, as one hating to be obliged
Heli. Where? Where ? Yet haling more ingratitude, can pay,
Gur. I saw him not, nor any like himI offer.
Per. I saw him when I spoke, thwarting my King. Born to excel, and to command !
view, As by transcendent beauty to attract
And striding with distemper'd haste; his eyes All eyes, so, by pre-eminence of soul,
Seem'd flame, and flash'd upon me with a To rule all hearts.
glance; Garcia, what's he, who with contracted brow, Then forward shot their fires, which he pursu'd
[Beholding OSMYN as they unbind him. As to some object frightful, yet not fear'd. And sullen port, glooms downwards with his Gar. Let's haste to follow him, and know eyes ;
the cause. At once regardless of his chains, or liberty ? Heli. My lord, let me intreat you to forbear: Gar. That, Sir, is he of whom I spoke ; Leave me alone, to find and cure the cause. that's Osmyn.
I know his melancholy, and such starts King. He answers well the character you Are usual to bis temper. It might raise him gave him.
To act some violence upon himself, Whence comes it, valiant Osmyn, that a man So to be caught in an unguarded hour, So great in arms as thou art said to be, And when his soul gives all her passion way, So hardly can endure captivity,
Secure and loose in friendly solitude. The common chance of war?
I know his noble beart would burst with Osm. Because captivity
shame, Has robb’d me of a dear and just revenge. To be surpriz'd hy strangers in its frailty. King. I understand not that.
Gar. Go, generous Heli and relieve your Osm. I would not have you.
friend. Zar. That gallant Moor in battle lost a Far be it from me officiously to pry friend,
Or press upon the privacies of others. Whom more than life he lov'd; and the regret
(Exit Heli. Of not revenging on his foes that loss,
Perez, the king expects from our return Has caus'd this melancholy and despair. To have his jealousy confirm'd or clear’d, King. She does excuse bim; 'tis as I sus. Of that appearing love which Zara bears pected.
[To Gons. | To Osmyn; but some other opportunity Gon. That friend might be herself; seem not Must make that plain. to heed
Per. To me 'twas long since plain, His arrogant reply: she looks concern’d. And every look from him and her confirms it. King. I'll have inquiry made; perhaps his Gar. It'so, unhappiness attends their love, friend
And I could pity 'em. I hear some coming. Yet lives, and is a prisoner. His name? The friends, perhaps are met; let us avoid Zar. Heli.
[Exeunt. Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA.
To his cold, clayey breast: my father then Alm. It was a fancied noise, for all is hush'd. Will fly my pale deformity with loathing.
Will cease his tyranny; and Garcia too Leon. It bore the accent of a human voice. Alm. It was thy fear, or else some transient My soul, enlarg’d from its vile bonds, will
mount, wind Whistling through hollows of this vaulted Of that refulgent world, where I shall swim
And range the starry orbs, and milky ways, We'll listen
In liquid light, and float on seas of bliss Leon. Hark! Alm. No, all is hush’d, and still as death, Ob, ecstasy of thought! Help me, Anselmo ;
To my Alphonso's soul. Oh, joy too great! 'tis dreadful !
Help me, Alphonso ; take me, reach thy hand; How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, Oh, Alphonso !
To thee, to thee I call, to thee, Alphonso: To bear aloft its arch'd aud ponderous roof, By its own weight made steadfast and im
Osmyn ascending from the tomt. moveable, Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe
Osm. Who calls that wretched thing that And terror on my aching sight; the tombs
was Alphonso ? And monumental caves of death look cold, Alm. Angels, and all the host of Heaven, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
support me! Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Osm. Whence is that voice, whose shrill. Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear
ness, from the grave, Thy voice--my own affrights me with its And growing to his father's shroud, roots up echoes.
Alphonso ! Leon. Let us return; the horror of this place Ålm. Mercy! Providence ! Ob, speak, And silence will increase your melancholy. Speak to it quickly, quickly; speak to me, Alm. It may my fears, but cannot add to Comfort me, help me, hold me, hide me, bide that.
me, No, I will on; show me Anselmo's tomb, Leonora, in thy bosom, from the light, Lead me o'er bones and skulls and mouldering And from my eyes. earth,
Osm, Amazement and illusion ! Of human bodies ; for I'll mix with them,
Rivet and nail me where I stand, ye powers, Or wind me in the shroud of some pale corse
[Coming forward. Yet green in earth, rather than be the bride That, motionless, I may be still deceir'd. of Garcia's more detested bed : that thought Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve Exerts my spirits; and my present fears
That tender, lovely form of painted air, Are lost in dread of greater ill. Then show So like Almeria. Ha! it sinks, it falls; me,
I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade. Lead me, for I am bolder grown : lead on 'Tis life! 'tis warm! 'tis she, 'tis she herself! Where I may kneel, and pay my vows again Nor dead, por shade, but breathing and alive! To bim, to Heaven, and my Alphonso's soul. It is Almeria, 'tis my wife ! Leon. I go, but Heaven can tell with what regret.
Leon. Alas! she stirs not yet, nor lifts her Enter HELI.
(stranger, I wander through this maze of monuments,
He too is fáinting
--Help me, help ne, Yet cannot find him-Hark! sure'tis the voice Whoe'er thou art, and lend thy hand to raise of one complaining-There it sounds-I'A These bodies. follow it.
Heli. Ha ! 'tis he! and with Almeria !
Oh, miracle of happiness! Oh, joy SCENE II.-Opening, discovers a Place of
Unhop'd for! does Almeria live! Tombs: one Monument fronting the view
Osm. Where is she? greater than the rest.
Let me behold, and touch her, and be sure
'Tis she; show me her face, and let me feel Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA.
Her lips with mine- 'Tis she, I'm not de ceiv'd ;
(warp'd. Leon. Behold the sacred vault, within whose I taste her breath, I warm'd her, and am womb
Look up, Almeria, bless me with thy eyes; The poor remains of good Anselmo rest, Look on thy love, thy lover, and thy husband. Yet fresh and unconsum'd by time or worms: Alm. I've sworn I'll not wed Garcia : wby What do I see? Oh, Heaven! either my eyes
d'ye force me. Are false, or still the marble door remains Is this a father? Unclos'd; the iron gates, that lead to death Osm. Look on thy Alphonso. Beneath, are still wide stretch'd upon their Thy father is not here, my love, nor Garcia: hinge,
Nor am I what I seem, but thy Alphonso. And staring on us with unfolded leaves. Wilt thou not know me ? Hast thou then forAlm. Sure'tis the friendly yawn of death for
got me ? nie ; And that dumb mouth, significant in show,
Hast thou thy eyes, yet canst not see Alphonso!
Am I so alter'd, or art thou so chang’d, lavites me to the bed, where I alone
That seeing my disguise tbou seest not me? Shall rest; shows me the grave, where nature, Alm. It is, it is Alphonso; 'tis his face, weary
[cares, His voice, I know him now, I know him all. And long oppress'd with woes and bending Oh, take me to thy arms, and bear me hence, May lay the burden down, and sink in slum- Back to the bottom of the boundless deep, bers
[fold To seas beneath, where thou so long hast Of peace eternal. Death, grim death, will
dwelt. Me in his leaden arms, and press me close
(charm'a Ob, how hast thou return'd? How bast thou
The wildness of the waves and rocks to this ? Alm. 'Tis more than recompence to see thy That thus relenting they have given thee back
face. To earth, to light and life, to love and me. If Heaven is greater joy, it is no happiness, Osm. Oh, I'll not ask, nor answer, how or For 'uis not to be borne- What shall I say? why
I have a thousand things to know and ask, We both have backward trod the paths of fate, And speak-That thou art here beyond all To meet again in life; to know I have thes,
[me, Is knowing more than any circumstance, All thought; and all at once thou art before Or means, by which I have thee
And with such suddenness hast hit my sight, To fold thee thus, to press thy balmy lips, Is such surprise, such mystery, such ecstacy, And gaze upon thy eyes, is so much joy, It hurries all my soul, and stuns my sense. I have not leisure to reflect, or know,
Snre from thy father's tomb thou didst arise ? Or trifle time in thinking.
Osm. I did ; and thou, my love, didst call Alm. Stay a while
me; thou. Let me look on thee yet a little more.
Alm. True ; but how cam'st thou there? Osm. What wouldst thou? thou dost put mo
Wert thou alone ? from thee.
Osm. I was, and lying on my father's lead, Alm. Yes.
When broken echoes of a distant voice Osm. And why? What dost thou mean? Disturb’d the sacred silence of the vault. Why dosi thou gaze so ?
In murmurs round my head. I rose and Alm. I know not; 'tis to see thy face, I
And thought I heard thy spirit call Alphonso; It is too much; too much to bear and live! I thought I saw thee tov; but, oh, I thought To see thee thus again is such profusion Of joy, of bliss—I cannot bear---I must That I indeed should be so bless'd to see thee-: Be mad—I cannot be transported thus. Alm. But still, bow cam’st thou thither ? Osm. Thou excellence, thou joy, thou heav
How thus ? - Ha ! en of love!
What’s he, who like thyself, is started here Alm. Where hast thou been ? and how art Ere seen? thou alive?
Osm. Where? Ha! What do I see, Antonio! How is all this ? All-powerful Heaven, what I'm fortunate indeed my friend too safe! are we?
Heli. Most happily, in finding you thus Oh, my strain'd heart let me again behold
Alm. More miracles ! Antonio too, escap'd ! For I weep to see thee-Art thou not paler ? Osm. And twice escap'd; both from the rage Much, much; how thou art chang'd !
of seas Osm. Not in my love.
And war: for in the fight I saw him fall. Alm. No, no, thy griefs, I know, have done Heli. But fell unhurt, a pris'ner as yourself, this to thee.
And as yourself made free; hither I came, Thou hast wept much, Alphonso; and, I fear, Impatiently to seek you, where I knew Too much, too tenderly lamented me.
Your grief would lead you to lament Anselmo. Osm. Wrong not my love, to say too tenderly. Osm. There are no wonders, or else all is No more, my life ; talk not of tears or grief;
wonder. Affliction is no more, now thou art found. Heli. I saw you on the ground, and rais'd Why dost thou weep, and hold thee from my
you up, arms,
[grow When with astonishment I saw Almeria. My arms which ache to hold thee fast, and Osm. I saw her 100, and therefore saw not To thee with twining ? Come, come to my
Alm. Nor I; nor could I, for my eyes were Alm. I will, for I should never look enough.
yours. They would have married me; but I had Osm. What means the bounty of all-gracious
Heaven, To Heaven and thee, and sooner would have That persevering still, with opez hand, died
It scatters good, as in a waste of mercy ? Osm. Perfection of all faithfulness and love! Where will this end? But Heaven is infinite Alm. Indeed I would— Nay, I would tell In all, and can continue to bestow, thee all,
(pray'd! When scanty number shall be spent in telling. If I could speak; how I have mourn'a 'and Leon. Or I'm deceiv'd, or I beheld the For I have pray'd to thee, as to a saint;
glimpse And thou hast heard my pray’r; for thou art Of two in shining habits cross the aisle ; come
Who by their
pointing seem to mark this place. To my distress, to my despair, which Heaven Alm. Sure I have dreamt, if we must part so Could only, by restoring thee, have cured.
soon. Osm. Grant me but life, good Heaven, but Osm. I wish at least our parting were a length of days,
dream; To pay some part, some little of this debt, Or we could sleep 'till we again were met. This countless sum of tenderness and love, Heli. Zara with Selim, Sir, I saw and know For which I stand engag'd to this all excel.
[winge. lence :
You must be quick, for love will lend her Then bear me in a whirlwind to my fate, olm. What love? Who is she? Why are Snatch me from life, and cut me short un
you alarm'd ? warn'd:
Osm. She's the reverse of thee; she's my Then, then, t'will be enough-I shall be old,
(peace; I shall have pass'd all eras then
Harbour no thought that may disturb thy Of yet unmeasur'd time; when I have made But gently take thyself away, lest she This exquisite, this most amazing goodness, Should come, and see the straining of my eyes Some recompence of love and matchless truth. To follow thee.