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With her rejoicings. What, to mourn and weep! Then, then to weep, and pray, and grieved by
Heav'n, There's'not a slave, a shackled slave of mine, But should have smil'd that hour, through all his
care, * And shook his chains in transport and rude harmony.
Gon. What she has done, was in excess of goodness; Betray'd by too much piety, to seem
300 As if she had offended.- Sure, no more.
King. To seem is to commit, at this conjuncture. I wo'not have a seeming sorrow seen To-day.-Retire; divest yourself with speed Of that offensive black ; on me be all The violation of your vow; for you It shall be your excuse, that I command it. Gar. [Kneeling. ) Your pardon, Sir, if I presume so
King. Rise, Garcia-I forgot. Yet stay, Almeria.
cia, yours :
Gar. Thus let me kneel to take not to take But to devote, and yield myself for ever The slave and creature of my royal mistress. Gon. O let me prostrate pay my worthless thanks
King. No more; my promise long since pass'd, thy
services, And Garcia's well-try'd valour, all oblige me. 320 This day we triumph ; but to-morrow's sun, Garcia, shall shine to grace thy nuptials Alm. Oh!
[Faints. Gar. She faints! help to support her. “ Gon. She recovers." King. “ A fit of bridal fear." How is't, Almeria ?
Alm. A sudden chillness seizes on my spirits.
. [Garcia leads Almeria to the door, and returns. This idle vow hangs on her woman's fears, “ I'll have a priest shall preach her from her faith, “ And make it sin, not to renounce that vow " Which I'd have broken.” Now, what would
Enter Alonzo. Alon. Your beauteous captive, Zara, is arriv'd, And with a train as if she still were wife To Albucacim, and the Moor had conquer'd. .
King. It is our will she should be so attended. “Bear hence these prisoners.” Garcia, which is he, Of whose mute valour you relate such wonders?
[Prisoners led off Gar. Osmyn, who led the Moorish horse ; but he, Great Sir, at her request, attends on Zara. 341
King. He is your prisoner; as you please dispose him. Gar. I would oblige him, but he shuns my kind.
ness; And with a haughty mien, and stern civility, Dumbly declines all offers. If he speak, 'Tis scarce above a word; as he were born Alone to do, and did disdain to talk ; At least to talk where he must not command.
King. Such sullenness, and in a man so brave, Must have some other cause than his captivity. Did Zara, then, request he might attend her ?
Gar. My lord, she did.
King. That, join’d with his behaviour,
Enter ALONZO, ZARA, and Osmyn bound, conducted
by Perez and a guard, and attended by Selim and several mutes and eunuchs in a train. King. What welcome, and what honours, beaute.
ous Zara, A king and conqueror can give, are yours. A conqueror indeed, where you are won; Who with such lustre strike admiring eyes, 359 That had our pomp been with your presence grac'd, Th' expecting crowd had been deceiv'd; and seen The monarch enter not triumphant, but In pleasing triumph led; your beauty's slave.
Zar. If I on any terms could condescend To like captivity, or think those honours, Which conquerors in courtesy bestow,
Of equal value with unborrow'd rule
should be free.
Perez. Great Sir,
King. 'Tis false; 'twas more; I bid she should be free;
Zar. Such favours, so conferr'd, tho'when unsought;
King. Born to excel, and to command !
(Beholding Osmyn as they unbind him.
And sullen port, glooms downwards with his eyes; At once regardless of his chains, or liberty?
Gar. That, Sir, is he of whom I spoke; that's Osmyn.
King. He answers well the character you gave him.
Osm. Because captivity
King. I understand not that.
Zar. That gallant Moor in battle lost a friend,
[To Gons. Gon. That friend might be herself; seem not to heed His arrogant reply: she looks concern'd.
King. I'll have enquiry made ; perhaps his friend Yet lives, and is a prisoner. His name?
King. Garcia, that search shall be your care: It shall be mine to pay devotion here; At this fair shrine to lay my laurels down, And raise love's altar on the spoils of war. 420 Conquest and triumph, now, are mine no more; Nor will I victory in camps adore: “ For, ling’ring there, in long suspence she stands,