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“ To grate the sense, when enter'd here, from groans « And howls of slaves condemn’d; from clink of
chains, “ And crash of rusty bars and creeking hinges : “ And ever and anon the sight was dash'd “ With frightful faces, and the meagre looks « Of grim and ghastly executioners. “ Yet more this stillness terrifies my soul, “ Than did that scene of complicated horrors. " It may be that the cause of this my errand “ And purpose, being changed from life to death, “ Had also wrought this chilling change-of temper. « Or does my heart bode more? What can it more “ Than death ?” Let 'em set down the bowls, and warn Alphonso That I am here--so. You return and find
[Mutes going in. The king ; tell him, what he requir’d, I've done, And wait his coming to approve the deed.
[Exit Selim. Enter Mutes. Zar. What have you seen? Ha! wherefore stare
you thus [The mutes return and look affrighted. With haggard eyes? Why are your arms across ? Your heavy and desponding heads hung down? Why is't you more than speak in these sad signs ? Give me more ample knowledge of this mourning. .
[They go to the scene, which opening, she perceives the body.
Ha! prostratel bloody! headless! Oh I'm lost.
Enter Selim. Sel. I've sought in vain, for no where can the king Be foundZar. Get thee to hell, and seek him there.
[Stabs him. His hellish rage had wanted means to act, But for thy fatal and pernicious counsel.
Sel. You thought it better then-but I'm rewarded.
Zar. As thou art now—and I shall quickly be.
" Yet fate alone can rob his mortal part « Of sense ? his soul still sees and knows each purpose, “ And fix'd event, of my persisting faith.” Then wherefore do I pause? Give me the bowl.
[A mute kneels and gives one of the bowls. Hover a moment, yet, thou gentle spirit, Soul of my love, and I will wait thy flight. This to our mutual bliss, when join'd above. [Drinks, Oh, friendly draught, already in my heart. Cold, cold; my veins are icicles and frost. I'll creep into his bosom, lay me there; Cover us close-or I shall chill his breast, And fright him from my arms—See, see, he slides Still farther from me; look, he hides his face, I cannot feel it-quite beyond my reach, Oh, now he's gone, and all is dark
[Dies. [The mutes kneel and mourn over her.
Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA.
Leon. Heavens! what dismal scene
Alm. Shew me, for I am come in search of death; But want a guide ; for tears have dimm’d my-sight.
Leon. Alas, a little farther, and behold
But, Oh, forbear-lift up your eyes no more ;
Alm. Oh, I foreknow, foresee that object. Is it at last then so? Is he then dead ? " What, dead at last ? quite, quite, for ever dead? " There, there, I see him; there he lies, the blood “ Yet bubbling from his wounds-Oh, more than sa
“ Had they or hearts or eyes that did this deed ?
I do not weep! The springs of tears are dry’d;
[They point at the bowl on the ground. And point! What mean they? Ha! a cup; Oh, well,
I understand what med'cine has been here.
mean they? [They point at the other cup. “ Hal point again!" 'tis there, and full, I hope. Thanks to the lib'ral hand that fill'd thee thus, l'll drink my glad acknowledgment
Leon. Oh, hold
[Coming near the body, starts and lets fall the cup. But spouting veins, and mangled flesh! Oh, Oh!
Enter ALPHONSO, HELI,PEREZ, with GARCIA prisoner.
Guards and attendants.
Alph. Forbear; my arms alone shall hold her up, Warm her to life, and wake her into gladness. " Oh, let me talk to thy reviving sense " The words of joy and peace; warm thy cold beauties