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Loth. Hear this, ye pow'rs! mark, how the fair deceiver Sadly complains of violated truth; She calls me false, ev'n she, the faithless she, Whom day and night, whom heav'n and earth have
heard Sighing to vow, and tenderly protest,
Ten thousand times, she would be only mine;
Cal. How didst thou dare to think that I would live
A slave to base desires, and brutal pleasures,
To toy, and waste an hour of idle time with ?
Enter behind them ALTAM on T. Alt. “I have lost my peace”—Ha! do I live and wake *
Cal. Hadst thou been true, how happy had I been 1 Not Altamont, but thou, hadst been my lord. But wherefore nam'd I happiness with thee? It is for thee, for thee, that I am curst; For thee my secret soul each hour arraigns me, Calls me to answer for my virtue stain'd, My honour lost to thee: for thee it haunts me; With stern Sciolto vowing vengeance on me: With Altamont complaining for his wrongs—
Alt. Behold him here— [Coming forward.
Cal. Ah! [Starting.
Alt. The wretch l whom thou hast made. Curses and sorrows hast thou heap'd upon him, 99 And vengeance is the only good that's left. [Drawing.
Loth. Thou hast ta'en me somewhat unawares, ’tis
true: But love and war take turns, like day and night, And little preparation serves my turn, Equal to both, and arm'd for either field. * * * *
We’ve long been foes, this moment ends our quarrel; Earth, Heav'n, and fair Calista judge the combat I Cal. Distraction 1 Fury | Sorrow I Shame 1 and death ! - “Alt. Thou hast talk’d too much, thy breath is poison to me; “ It taints the ambient air; this for my father, “ This for Sciolto, and this last for Altamont.” [They fight; Lothario is wounded once or twice, and then falls. Loth. Oh, Altamont, thy genius is the stronger! Thou hast prevail’d l—My fierce ambitious soul Declining droops, and all her fires grow pale; Yet let not this advantage swell thy pride, I conquer'd in my turn, in love I triumph'd. Those joys are lodg’d beyond the reach of fate; That sweet revenge comes smiling to my thoughts, Adorns my fall, and cheers my heart in dying. [Dies. Cal. And what remains for me, beset with shame, Encompass'd round with wretchedness There is 120 But this one way to break the toil, and 'scape. [She catches up Lothario's sword, and offers to #ill herself; Altamont runs to her, and wrests it from her. Alt. What means thy frantic rage Cal. Off! let me go. Alt. Oh I thou hast more than murder'd me; yet still, Still art thou here ! and my soul starts with horror, At thought of any danger that may reach thee.
Cal. Think'st thou I mean to live to be forgiv'n 2 Oh, thou hast known but little of Calistal If thou had'st never heard my shame, if only The midnight moon and silent stars had seen it, I would not bear to be reproach'd by them, But dig down deep to find a grave beneath, And hide me from their beams. Sciolto within..] What, hol my son 1 “Alt. It is Sciolto calls; come near and find me; “The wretched'st thing of all my kind on earth.” Cal. Is it the voice of thunder, or my father? Madness! Confusion 1 let the storm come on, Let the tumultuous roar drive all upon me; Dash my devoted bark, ye surges, break it! 243 'Tis for my ruin that the tempest rises. When I am lost, sunk to the bottom low, Peace shall return, and all be calm again.
Enter Scio LTO.
Sci. Ev’n now Rossano leap'd the garden wall—
Alt. Oh I press me not to speak;
Sci. It is enough 1 but I am slow to execute,
And justice lingers in my lazy hand;