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currence.

means

The potent emperor Barbarossa s son, Not to resent this language, and to tell thee-
Who seeks, with earnest instance, her alliance. I wish Farl Osmond were as cool as I
I thence of you, as guardian of the laws, To his own selfish bliss_ay, and as warm
As guardian of this will, to you intrusted, To that of others- -But of this no more
Desire, nay, more, demand your instant aid, My daughter is thy wife--I gave her to thee
To see it put in vigorous execution.

And will, against all force, maintain ber thine, Sif. You cannot doubt, my lord, of my con- But think not I will catch thy headlong pas

sions, Who, more than 1, have labour'd this great Whirl'd in a blaze of madness o'er the land; point ?

Or, till the last extremity compel me, Tis my own plan; and if I drop it now,

Risk the dire means of War - The king, teI should be justly branded with the shame

morrow, Of rash advice, or despicable weakness. Will set you free; and, if, by gentle means But let us not precipitate the matter.

He does not yield my daughter to your arms,
Constantia's friends are numerous and strong; And wed Constantia, as the will requires,
Yet, Tancred's, trust me, are of equal force: Why then expect me on the side of justice-
E’er since the secret of his birth was known, Let that suffice.
The people all are in a tumult hurid,

Osm. It does-Forgive my beat,
Of boundless joy, to hear there lives a prince My rankled mind, by injuries infam'd,
Of mighty Guiscard's line. Numbers,

besides, May be too prompt to take, and give offence.
Of powerful barons, who at heart had pin'd, Sif. 'Tis past-Your wrongs, I own, may
To see the reign of their renown'd forefathers, well transport
Won by immortal deeds of matchless valour, The wisest mind-Bút henceforth, boble
Pass from the gallant Normans to the Suevi,

Osmond, Will with a kind of rage espouse his cause- Do me more justice, honour more my truth, "Tis so, my lord- -be not by passion blinded Nor mark me with an eye of squiot suspicion"Tis surely so. -Oh, if our prating virtue Thiese jars apart—You may repose your soul Dwells not in words alone-Oh, let us join, On my firm faith, and unremitting friendship. My generous Osmond, to avert these woes, Of that I sure have given exalted proof, And yet sustain our tottering Norman king. And the next sun we see shall prove it furdom.

ther.Osm. But how, Siffredi, how? If by soft Return, my son, and from your friend Goffredo

Release your word. There try, by soft repose, We can maintain our rights, and save our To calm your breast. Country,

Osm. Bid the vex'd ocean sleep, May bis unnatural blood first stain the sword, Swept by the pinions of the raging northWho with unpitying fury first shall draw it! But your frail age, by care and toil exhausted, Sif. I have a thought-The glorious work Demands the balm of all-repairing rest. be thine.

Sif. Soon as to-morrow's dawn shall streak But it requires an awful flight of virtue,

the skies, Above the passions of the vulgar breast, I, with my friends in solemn state assembled, And thence from thee I hope it, noble Os. Will to the palace, and demand your freedom, mond

Then by calm reason, or by higher means, Suppose my daughter, to her God devoted, The king shall quit his claim, and, in the face Were plac'd within some convent's sacred Of Sicily, my daughter shall be yours. verge,

Farewell. Beneath the dread protection of the altar- Osm. My lord, good night. (Erit SIFFREDI. Osm. Ere then, by Heavens! I would de- (After a long pause.] I like him notvoutly shave

Yes I have mighty matter of suspicion. My holy scalp, turn whining monk myself, 'Tis plain. I see ii lurking in his breast, And pray incessant for the tyrant's safety. - He has a foolish fondness for this king:What! How ! because an insolent invader, My honour is not safe, while here my wise A sacrilegious tyrant, in contempt

Remains— Who knows but he, this very Of all those noblest rights, which to maintain

night,

(edIs man's peculiar pride, demands my wife; May bear her to some convent, as he mentionThat I shall thus betray the common cause The king too—though I smother'd up my rage, Of human kind,-tamely yield ber up,

I mark'd it well--will set me free to-morrow Even in the manner you propose ?

-Oh, then Why not to-night? He has some dark designI were supremely vile! degraded ! sham'd! By Heavens, he has !-I am abus'd most The scorn of manhood! and abhorr'd of hon

grossly ; our !

Made the vile tool of this old statesman's Sif. There is, my lord, an honour, the calm

schemes ; child

Married to one-ay, and he knew it-ope Of reason, of humanity, and mercy,

Who loves young Tancred! Hence ber swoonSuperior far to this punctilious demon,

ing, tears,

[me, That singly minds itself, and oft embroils And all her soft distress, when she disgrac'd With proud barbarian niceties the world. By basely giving her perfidious haud Osm. My lord, my lord, I cannot brook your Without her heart-Hell and perdition ! this, prudence;

This is the perfidy!- this is the fell, It holds a pulse unequal to my blood

The keen, envenom'd, exquisite disgrace, Unblemish'd honour is the flower of virtue! Which, to a man of honour, even exceeds The vivifying soul! and he who slights it, The falsehood of the person—But I now Will leave the other dull and lifeless dross. Will rouse me from the poor tame lethargy, Sir. No more You are too warm,

By iny believing fondness cast upon me. Osm. You are too cool.

I will not wait his crawling timid motions, Sif. Too cool, my lord ? I were indeed too Perhaps to blind me meant, which he to-mor

cool,

row

Has promis'd to pursue. No! ere his eyes No-1 mistook-nothing but silence reigns,
Shall open on to-morrow's orient beam, And awful midnight, round-Again Oh,
I will convince him that Earl Osmond never

Heavens !
Was form’d to be his dupe-I know full well My lord the king !
Th’iinportant weight and danger of the deed :
But to a man, whom greater dangers press,

Enter TANCRED.
Driven to the brink of infamy and horror,
Rashness itself, and utter desperation,

Tan. Be not alarm’d, my love!
Are the best prudence. I will bear her off Sig. My royal lord, why at this midnight
This night, and lodge her in a place of safety :

hour, I have a trusty band that waits not far.

How came you hither ? Hence ! let me luse no time-One rapid mo- Tan. By that secret way ment

My love contriv'd, when we, in happier days, Should ardent form, at once, and execute Us'd to devote these hours, so much in vain, A bold design—'Tis fix'd—”Tis done :yes, To vows of love, and everlasting friendship. then,

[our, Sig. Why will you thus persist to add new When I have seiz'd the prize of love and hon

stings And with a friend secur'd her; to the castle To her distress, who never can be thine ? I will repair, and claim Goffredo's promise, Oh, fly me! fly! you knowTo rise with all his garrison-My friends

Tan, I know too much. With brave impatience wait. The mine is laid, Oh, how I could reproach thee, Sigismunda : And only wants my kindling touch to spring: Pour out my injur'd soul in just complaints !

(Exit. But now the time permits not, these swift

moments SCENE II.-SIGISMUNDA's Apartment. I told thee how thy father's artifice

Forc'd me to seem perfidious in thy eyes. Enter SIGISMUNDA and LAURA. Thunder. Ah, fatal blindness! not to have observ'd

The mingled pangs of rage and love that shook Laura. Heavens! 'tis a fearfal night!

me: Sig. Ah! the black rage

When by my cruel public situation Of midnight tempest, or th' assuring smiles Compelld, I only feign'd consent, to gain Of radiant morn, are equal all to me.

A little time, and more secure thee mine. Nought now has charms or terrors to my breast, E'er since-a dreadful interval of care ! The seat of stupid wo!- Leave me, my Laura. My thoughts have been employ’d, not without Kind rest, perhaps, may hush my woes a little.

hope, Oh, for that quiet sleep that knows no morn- How to defeat Siffredi's barbarous purpose. ing!

But thy credulity has ruin'd all, Laura. Madam, indeed I know not how to go. Thy rash, thy wild-1 koow not what to Indulge my fondness--Let me watch a while

name it By your sad bed, 'till these dread hours shall Oh, it has prov'd the giddy hopes of man pass.

To be delusion all, and sickening folly ! Sig. Alas! what is the toil of elements, Sig. Ah, generous Tancred ! ah, thy truth

[Thunder.

destroys me! This idle perturbation of the sky,

Yes, yes, 'tis 1, 'tis I alone am false ! To what I feel within ?-Oh, that the fires My hasty rage, join'd to my tame submission Of pitying Heaven would point their fury here! More than the most exalted filial duty Good night, my dearest Laura.

Could e'er demand, has dash'd our cup of fate Luura. Oh, I know not

With bitterness unequallid-But, alas! What this oppression means—But 'tis with What are thy woes to mine ?-to mine, just pain,

Heaven !

(me! With tears I can persuade myself to leave you- Now is thy turn of vengeance-hate, renounce Well then-Good night, my dearest Sigis- Ob, leave me to the fate I well deserve, munda.

[Erit. To sink in hopeless misery !-at least, Sig. And am I then alone ?- The most un- Try to forget the worthless Sigismunda! done,

Tan. Forget thee! No! Thou art my soul Most wretched being now beneath the cope

itself! Of this affrighting gloom that wraps the I have no thought, no hope, no wish but thee! world

Even this repented injury, the fears, I said I did not fear-Ah, me! I feel

That rouse me all to madness, at the thought A shivering horror run through all my powers! Of losing thee, the whole collected pains Oh, I am nought but tumult, fears, and weak. Of my full heart, serve but to inake thee ness!

dearer. And yet how idle fear when hope is gone, Ah, how forget thee !-Much must be forgot, Gone, gone for ever !-Oh thou gentle scene Ere Tancred can forget his Sigismanda ! (Looking towards her bed.

Sig. But you, my lord, must make that great Of sweet repose, where, by th' oblivious

effort. draught

Tan. Can Sigismunda make it? Of each sad toilsome day, to peace restor’d, Sig. Ab, I know not Unbappy mortals lose their woes awhile, With what success-But all that feeble Thou hast no peace for me!-What shall I do?

woman How pass this dreadful night, so big with ter- And love-entangled reason can perform, ror

I, to the utmost, will exert to do it. Here, with the midnight shades, bere will I Tan. Fear not-'Tis done!-If thou canst sit, [Sitting down.

form the thought, A prey to dire despair, and ceaseless weep Success is sure--I am forgot already. The hours away-Bless me--I beard a noise- Sig. Ah, Tancred !-But, my lord, respect

[Starting up.

me more.

me

Think who I am-What can you now pro- | Can ever root thee from my hapless bosom. pose ?

Oh, leave me! fly me! were it but in pity ! Tun. To claim the plighted vows which To see what once we tenderly bave lov'd, Heaven has heard,

Cut off from every hope-cut off for ever! To vindicate the rites of holy love

Is pain thy generosity should spare me. By faith and honour bound, to which compar'd Then rise, my lord; and if you truly love me, These empty forms, which have ensnar'd thy If you respect my honour, nay, my peace, hand,

Retire! for though th' emotions of my heart Are impiqus guile, abuse, and profanation- Can ne'er alarm my virtue ; yet, alas! Nay, as a king, whose high prerogative They tear it so, they pierce it with such anBy this unlicens'd marriage is affronted,

guish

[flict ! To bid the laws themselves pronounce it void. Oh, 'tis too much !I cannot bear the conSig. Honour my lord, is much too proud to catch

Enter OSMOND. At every slender twig of nice distinctions. These for the unfeeling vulgar may do well : Osm. Turn, tyrant, turn! and answer to my But those, whose souls are by the nicer rule

honour, Of virtuous delicacy nobly swayed,

For this thy base insufferable outrage ! Stand at another bar than that of laws.

Tan. Insolent traitor! think not to escape Then cease to urge me-Since I am not born Thyself my vengeance ! To that exalted fate to be your queen

They fight; OSMOND falls. Or, yet a dearer name--to be your wife !- Sig. Help, here! help!-Oh, Heavens I am the wife of an illustrious lord

(Throwing herself down by kin. Of your own princely blood; and what I am, Alas, my lord, what meant your headlong rage? I will with proper dignity remain.

That' faith, which I this day, upon the altar, Retire, my royal lord.-There is no means To you devoted, is unblemish'd, pure To cure the wounds this fatal day has given. As vestal truth; was resolutely yours, [it. We meet no more !

Beyond the power of aught on earth to shake Tan. Oh, barbarous Sigismunda !

Ösm. Perfidious womam ! die !- [Shortening And canst thou talk this steadily; thus treat his sword, he plunges it into her breast.) and to

the grave With such unpitying, unrelenting rigour? Attend a husband, yet but half aveng'd! Poor is the love, that rather than give up Tan. Oh, horror! horror! execrable villain! A little pride, a little formal pride,

Osm. And tyrant ! thou !--thou shalt not o'er The breath of vanity, can bear to see [thine,

my tomb The man, whose heart was once so dear to Exult-"Tis well-'tis great! I die contentBy many a tender vow so mix'd together,

(Dics. A prey to anguish, fury, and distraction ! Thou canst not surely make me such a wretch,

Enter RoDoLPHO and LAURA. Thou canst not, Sigismunda !-Yet relent, Oh, save us yet !--Rodolpho, with my guards, Quick! here! bring aid !-Ail in Palermo

Tan. [Thrmwing himself down by SIGISMUNDA.) Waits in the garden-Let us seize the moments We ne'er may have again— With more than

bring,

Whose skill can save her!-Ah, that gentle power

bosom I will assert thee mine, with fairest honour. The world shall even approve ; each honest Pours fast the streams of life. bosom

Sig. All aid is vain; Swell’d with a kindred joy to see us happy.

I feel the powerful hand of death upon me Sig. The world approve! what is the world But, oh! it sheds a sweetness through my fate,

That I am thine again ; and without blame to me; The conscious mind is its own awful world.

May in my Tancred's arms resign my soul ! And mine is fix'd-Distress me then no more ;

Tun. Oh, death is in that voice!'so gently Not all the heart can plead, (and it, alas,

mild, Pleads but too much

So sadly sweet, as mixes even with mine And yet, perhaps, if thou wert not a king,

The tears of hovering angels !—Mine again! I know not, Tancred, what I might have done, | Are these the horrid nuptials they prepare

And is it thus the cruel fates have join'd us! Then, then, my conduct, sanctified by love,

For love like ours ?- Is virtue thus rewarded ? Could not be deem'd, by the severest judge, The mean effect of interest or ambition.

Let not my impious rage accuse just Heaven! But now, not all my partial heart can plead,

Thou, Tancred, thou hast murder'd Sigis

munda! Shall ever shake th' unalterable dictates That tyrannize my breast.

That furious man was but the tool of fate, Tan. 'Tis well-No more-

I, I the cause !--But I will do thee justice

On this deaf heart! that to thy tender wisdom I yield me to my fate-Yes, yes, inhuman !

Refused an earSince thy barbarian heart is steeld by pride,

r-Yes, death shall soon unite us. Shut up to love and pity, here behold me

Sig. Live, live, my Tancred !-Let my death

suffice Cast on the ground, a vile and abject wretch! Lost to all cares, all dignities, all duties !

To expiate all that may have been amiss. Here will I grow,

breathe out'my faithful soul, May it appease the fates, avert their fury Here at thy feet- Death, death alone shall From thy propitious reign! Meantime, of me

And of thy glory mindful, live, I charge thee, Sig. Have you then vow'd to drive me to

To guard our friends, and make thy people perdition ?

happyWhat can I more?-Yes, Tancred, once again Enter Siffredi, fixed in astonishment and gric I will forget the dignity my station Commands me to sustain—for the last time My father!-Oh, how shall I lift my eyes Will tell thee, that, I fear, no ties, no duty, To thee, my sinking father!

part us!

Sif. Awful Heaven!

Lo! with fierce smiles he shakes the bloody I am chastis'd-My dearest child !

steel, Sig. Where an I?

And mocks my feeble tears-Hence, quiekly, A tearful darkness closes all around

hence! My friends! We needs must part-I must Spuro bis vile carcass! give it to the dogs! obey

Expose it to the winds and screaming ravens ! Th' impetuous call-Farewell, my Lagra! Or burl it down that fiery steep to hell, cherish

There with his soul to toss in flames for ever. My poor afflicted father's age—Rodolpho, Ah, impotence of rage! What am I? Where? Now is the time to watch the unhappy king, Sad, silent, all ?—The forms of dumb despair, With all the care and tenderness of friend. Around some mournful tomb.-What do I ship.

see? Oh, my dear father, bow'd beneath the weight The soft abode of innocence and love Of age and grief-the victim even of virtue, Turn'd to the house of death! a place of horReceive my last adieu ! - Where art thou

ror! Tancred?

Ah, that poor corse! pale ! pale! deform'd Give me thy hand-But, ah, it cannot save

with murder! me

Is that my Sigismunda ? From the dire king of terrors, whose cold

[Throws himself down by her. power

Sif. [After a pathetic pause, looking on the Creeps o'er my heart- -Oh!

scene before him.] Tan. How these pangs distract me!

Hare I liv'd Oh, lift thy gracious eyes !—Thou leav'st me To these enfeebled years, by Heaven reserv'd then!

To be a dreadful monumeot of justice ?Thou leav'st me, Sigismunda !

Rodolpho, raise the king, and bear him hence Sig. Yet a moment

From this distracting scene of blood and I had, my Tancred, something more to say

death. Yes--but thy love and tenderness for me, Alas! I dare not give hin my assistance ; Sure make it needless-Harbour no resent. My care would only more inflame bis rage. ment

Behold the fatal work of my dark hand, Against my father; venerate his zeal,

That by rude force the passions would comThat acted from a principle of goodness,

mand, From faithful love to thee-Live, and main- | That ruthless thought to root them from the tain

breast; My innocence embalm’d, with holiest care They may be rul'd, but will not be oppress’d. Preserve my spotless memory! Oh,- 1 die- Taught hence, ye parents, who from nature Eternal Mercy take my trembling soul !

stray, Oh, 'tis the only sting of death to part And the great ties of social life betray; From those we love from thee-farewell, my Ne'er with your children act a tyrant's part: Tancred!

[Dies. 'Tis yours to guide, not violate the heart. Ton. Thus then !

Ye vainly wise, who o'er mankind preside, [Flying to his sword, is held by RODOLPHO. Behold my righteous woes, and drop your Rod. Hold, hold, my lord !-Have you for

pride ; got

Keep virtue's simple path before your eyes, Your Sigisinunda's last request already ? Nor think from evil good can ever rise. Tan. Öff! set me free! Think not to bind

me down, With barbarous friendship, to the rack of life! What hand can shut the thousand, thousand gates

EPILOGUE. Which death still opens to the woes of mor.

tals 2 I shall find means-No power in earth or

CRAMM'd to the throat with wholesome moral heaven

stuff, Can force me to endure the hateful light,

Alas, poor audience! you have had enough. Thus robb'd of all that lent it joy and sweet.

Was ever hapless heroine of a play ness !

In such a piteous plight as ours tu-day? Off, traitors, off! or my distracted sonl Was ever woman so by love betray'd ! Will burst indignant from this jail of nature,

Match'd with two husbands, and yet-die a To where she beckoos yonder-No, mild

inaid.

But bless me!-hold-what sounds are these seraph,

I hear
Point not to life I cannot linger here,
Cut off from thee, the miserable pity,,

I see the Tragic Muse herself appear. The scorn of human kind SA trampled [The back-scene opens, and discovers u roking!

mantic sylvan landscape ; from which Who let his mean, poor-hearted love, one mo

the Trugic Muse advances slowly to ment,

music, and speaks the following lines : To coward prudence stoop! who made it not The first undoubting action of his reign,

Hence with your flippant epilogue, that To snatch thee to bis throne, and there to sbield

tries thee,

To wipe the virtuous tears from British eyes ; Thy helpless bosom, from a ruffian's fury ! That dares my moral, tragic scene profane, Oh, shame! Oh, agony! Oh, the fell stings With strains-at best, unsuiting, light, and or late, of vain repentance !-Ha, my brain

vain. Is all on fire! a wild abyss of thought! Hence froin the pure unsully'd beams that Th' infernal world discloses! See! Behold

play him!

In yon fáir eyes where virtue shines—away!

Britona, to you from chaste Castalian groves, On France and You then rose my brightening Where dwell the tender, oft unhappy loves;

star, Where shades of heroes roam, eaob mighty With social ray-- The arts are pe'er at war. name,

Oh, as your fire and genius strongly blaze, And court my aid to rise again to fame ; As yours are generous freedom's bolder lays, To you I come, to freedom's noblest seat, Let not the Gallic taste leave yours behind, And in Britannia fix my last retreat.

In decent manners and in life refin'd;

Banish the motley mode, to tag low verse, In Greece and Rome, I watch'd the public The laughing ballad to the mournful hearse. weal;

When through live acts your hearts hare The purple tyrant trembled at may steel :

leara'd to glow, Nor did's less o'er private sorrows reign, Touch'd with the sacred force of honest wo; And mepd the melting heart with softer Oh, keep the dear impression on your breast, pain.

Nor idly lose it for a wretched jest.

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