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If I delay-will domor better so.
With rash and greedy haste at once to cram
And hardly wrench'd his hand to wring it
And on the instant plungd it in his breast. I'm not i'th' way at present, good Alonzo. King. Remove the body thence, ere Zara Alon. If't please your lordship, I'll return
Alon. I'll be so bold to borrow his attire; I have not seen you.
"Twill quit me from my promise to Gonsalez. Gon. Do, my best Alonzo.
(Having read the Letter. Alon. I am your creature.
O, give me patience, all ye pow'rs! no, rather
Give me new rage, implacable revenge,
King. Hence, slave! how dar'st thou bide,
to watch and pry
Into how poor a thing a king descends; Among the foll'wers of the captive queen, How like thyself, when passion treads him down? Dumb men, who make their meaning known Ha! stir not, on thy life! for thou wert fix'd by signs.
And planted here to see me gorge this bait, Alon. I have, my lord.
And lash against the hook-By hear'n, you're Gon. Couldst thou procure, with speed
all And privacy, the wearing garb of one Rank traitors; thou art with the rest combin'd: Of those, though purchas'd by his death, rd Thou knew'st that Osmyn was Alphonso, give
knew.st Thee such reward as should exceed thy wisb. My daughter privately with him conserr'd, Alon. Conclude it done. Where 'shall I And wert the spy and pander to their meeting. wait your lordship?
Per. By all that's holy, I'm amaz'dGon. At my apartment. Use thy utmost King. Thou ly'st. diligence:
Thou art accomplice too with Zara : here, I've not been seen-baste, good Alonzo. Where she sets down-Still will I set thee [Exit Alonzo.
[Reads. So, this can hardly fail. Alphonso slain, That somewhere is repeated—I have pow'r The greatest obstacle is then remor'd. O'er them that are thy guards—Mark that, Almeria widow'd, yet again may wed;
thou traitor. And I yet fix the crown on Garcia's head. Per. It was your majesty's command I should
[Erit. Obey her order.
King. [Reads]-And still will I set
Thee free, Alphonso — Hell! curs'd, curs'd
Alphonso! Enter King, PEREZ, and Alonzo.
False and perfidious Zara! Strumpet daughter! King. Not to be found? In an ill hour he's Away, be gone, thou feeble boy, fond love, absent.
All nature, softness, pity, and compassion; None, say you? none? what, not the fav’rite This hour I throw ye off, and entertain eunuch?
Fell hate within my breast, revenge, and gall. Nor she herself, nor any of her mutes, By heav'n, I'll meet and counterwork this Have yet requir'd admittance?
treachery. Per. None, my lord.
Hark thee, villain, traitor-answer me, slave! King. Is Osmyn so dispos'd as I commanded? Per. My service has not merited those titles. Per. Fast bound in double chains, and at King. Dar'st thou reply?. Take that – Thy full length
service! thine! [Strikes him. Je lies supine on carth:-with as much ease What's thy whole life, thy soul, thy all, to my She might remove the centre of this earth, One moment's ease? Hear my command; and As loose the rivets of his bonds.
look King. 'Tis well.
That thou obcy, or horror on thy head:
Why dost thou start? Resolve, or —
King. 'Tis well—that when she comes to Ent'ring he met my eyes, and started back
set him free, Frighted, and fumbling one hand in his bosom, His teeth may grin and mock at her remorse. As to conceal th' importance of his errand.
[Perez going [Alonzo follows_him, and re--Stay thee-I've further thought-I'll add to turns with a Paper.
this, Alon. A bloody proof of obstinate fidelity! And give her eyes yet greater disappointment: King. What dost thou mean?
When thou hast ended him, bring me his robe; Alon. Soon as I seiz'd the man,
And let the cell where she'll expect to see him He snatch'd from ont his bosom this--and strove Be darken'd, so as to amuse the sight.
rll be conducted thither-mark me well- The king ? Confusion! all is on the rout! There with his turban, and his robe array’d, All's lost! all ruin'd by surprise and treachery! And laid along, as he now lies, supine, Where, where is he? Why dost thou misI shall convict her, to her face, of falsehood.
lead me ? When for Alphonso's she shall take my hand, Alon. My lord, he enter'd but a moment And breathe her sighs upon my lips for his;
since, Sudden I'll start, and dash her with her guilt
. And could not pass me unperceiv'd – What, But sce, she comes! I'll shun th' encounter;
My lord, my lord, what, hoa! my lord GonFollow me, and give beed to my dire
Re-enter GONSALEZ, bloody.
Gon. Perdition choke your clamours ! The king that passed bence! frowning he went:
whence this rudeness ? Dost think he saw me?
Garcia! Sel. Yes; but then, as if he thought
Gor. Perdition, slavery, and death His eyes bad err'd, he hastily recall'd Are ent'ring now our doors! Where is the Th' imperfect look, and sternly turn'd away.
king? Zara. Shun me when seen! I fear thou What means this blood ? and why this face hast undone me.
of horror? Sel. Avert it, heav'n! that you should ever
Gon. No matter: give me first to know the suffer For my defect; or that the means which I
Of these your rash and ill-tim'd exclamations. Devis'd to serve, should ruin your design!
Gar. The eastern gate is to the foe betray'd, Prescience is heav'n's alone, not giv'n to man. Who, but for heaps of slain that choke the If I have fail'd in what, as being man
passage, I needs must fail, impute not as a crime
Had enter'd long ere now, and borne down all
The traitor Perez, and the captive Moor,
Gon. Would all were false as that! for And more important fate requires my thought!
whom you call Regard me well, and dare not to reply
The Moor is dead. That Osmyn was Alphonso ; To what I give in charge; for I'm resolv’d.
In whose heart's blood this poniard yet is warm. Give order that the two remaining mutes
Gar. Impossible! for 'Osmyn' was, while Attend me instantly, with each a bowl
flying, Of such ingredients mix'd, as will with speed
Pronounc'd aloud by Perez for Alphonso. Beoumb the living faculties, and give
Gon. Enter that chamber, and convince Most easy and inevitable death.
your eyes, Yes, Osmyn, yes; be Osmyn or Alphonso,
How much report has wrong'd your easy faith, I'll give thee freedom, if thou dar'st be free:
[Garcia goes in. Such liberty, as I embrace myself,
Alon. My lord, for certain truth Perez is
fled; Thou shalt partake. Since fates no more afford,
And has declar'd the cause of his revolt I can but die with thee to keep my word.
Was to revenge a blow the king had giv'n [Exit.
him, SCENE II.-Opens and shows the Prison.
Re-enter GARCIA. Enter GONSALEZ, disguised like a Mute, with
Gar. Ruin and horror! O, heart-wounding a Dagger.
sight! Gon. Nor sentinel, nor guard! the doors Gon. What says my son ? what ruin? ha! unbarr'd.
what horror? And all as still as at the noon of night!
Gar. Blasted my eyes, and speechless be Sure death already has been busy here.
my tongue, There lies my way; that door too is unlock’d. Rather than or to see, or to relate
[Looks in. This deed!—0, dire mistake! O, fatal blow! Ha! sure he sleeps—all's dark within, save what the king A lamp, that feebly lifts a sickly flame,
Gon. Alon. The king! By fits reveals—his face seems turn'd to favour Gar. Dead, welt'ring, drown'd in blood! Th’ attempt; I'll steal and do it unperceivd. See! see! attir'd like Osmyn, where he lies. What noise? somebody coming ? 'st, Alonzo!
[They look in. Nobody. Sure he'll wait without-I would O whence, or how, or wherefore was this done? 'Twere done – I'll crawl and sting him to the But what imports the manner of the cause ? heart;
Nothing remains to do, or to require, Then cast my skin, and leave it there to an- But that we all should turn our swords against
[Goes in. Ourselves, and expiate, with our own, bis blood.
Gon. O wretch! O, curs'd and rash deluded Enter GARCIA and ALONZO.
fool! Gar. Where? where, Alonzo, where's my On me, on me, turn your avenging swords! father? where
II, who have spilt my royal master's blood,
Should make atonement by a death as horrid,
Re-enter Mutes. And fall beneath the hand of my own son. What have you seen? Ha! wherefore stare Gar. Ha! what? atone this murder with a greater!
[Mutes return, and look affrighted. The horror of that thought has damp'd my rage. With haggard eyes? Why are your arms Gon. O, my son! from the blind dotage
across? Of a father's fondness these ills arose : Your heavy and desponding heads hung down? For thee I've been ambitious, base, and bloody: Why is't you more than speak in these sad For thee I've plung'd into this sea of sin ;
signs? Stemming the tide with only one weak band, Give me more ample knowledge of this mournWhile t'other bore the crown (to wreathe thy
[They go to the Scene, which openWhose weight has sunk me ere I reach'd the
ing, she perceives the Body. shore. Gar. Fatal ambition! Hark! the foe is en- o Osmyn! O Alphonso ! Cruel fate!
Ha! prostrate! bloody! headless! 0–I'm lost ! ter'd!
Cruel, cruel, O more than killing object! The shrillness of that shout speaks 'em at hand. I came prepard to die, and see thee die
[Shout. Nay, came prepard myself to give thee deathAlon. My lord, I've thought how to con- But cannot bear to find thee thus, my, Osmynceal the body:
O, this accurs'd, this base, this treach'rous king.
Sel. I've sought in vain; for no where can to do, 'Twere fit the soldiers were amus'd with hopes;
Be found And in the mean time fed with expectation
Zara. Get thee to hell, and seek him there! To see the king in person at their head.
[Stabs him. Gar. Were it a truth, I fear 'tis now too His hellish rage had wanted means to act, late:
But for thy fatal and pernicious counsel. But I'll omit no care nor haste; and try Sel. · You thought it better then-but I'm Or to repel their force, or bravely die. [Exit. The mute you sent, by some mischance was
rewarded. Re-enter Alonzo.
And forc'd to yield your letter with his life : Gon. What hast thou done, Alonzo ? I found the dead and bloody body strippidAlon. Such a deed
My tongue faulters, and my voice fails -- I As but an hour ago I'd not have done,
sink Though for the crown of universal empire. Drink not the poison--for Alphonso is But what are kings, reduc'd to common clay?
[Dies. Or who can wound the dead?-I've from the
Zara. As thou art now—and I shall quickly body
be. Sever'd the head, and in an obscure corner 'Tis not that he is dead! for 'lwas decreed Dispos'd it, muffled in the mute's attire, We both should die. Nor is't that I survive; Leaving to view of them who enter next, I have a certain remedy for that. Alone the undistinguishable trunk;
But oh! he died unknowing in my heart. Which may be still mistaken by the guards He knew I lov’d, but knew not to what heigh!; For Osmyn, if in seeking for the king Nor that I meant to fall before his eyes, They chance to find it.
A martyr and a victim to my vows; Gon. 'Twas an act of horror,
Insensible of this last proof he's gone: And of a piece with this day's dire misdeeds. Then wherefore do I pause? give me the bowl. But 'tis no time to ponder or repent.
[4 Mule kneels and gives one Haste thee, Alonzo, haste thee hence with
of the Bowls.
Hover a moment yet, thou gentle spirit, To aid my son. I'll follow with the last
Soul of my love, and I will wait thy flight. Reserve, to reinforce his arms: at least,
This to our mutual bliss, when join'd above. I shall make good and shelter his retreat.
[Drinks. [Exeunt severally. o, friendly draught! already in my heart.
Cold, cold! my veins are icicles and frost. Enter ZARA, followed by Selim, and two I'll creep into his bosom, lay me there;
Mutes bearing the Bowls. Cover us close-or I shall chill his breast, Zara. Silence and solitude are every where! And fright him from my arms
ms-See! see! he
slides Through all the gloomy ways and iron doors That hither lead, nor human face nor voice
Still further from me; look, be hides his face! Is seen or heard.
I cannot feel it-quite beyond my reach. Let 'em set down the bowls, and warn Al-10, now he's gone, and all is dark – phonso
(Dies. Mutes kneel and mourn That I am here—so. [Mutes go in] You re
over her. turn and find The king; tell bim what he requir'd I've done,
Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. And wait his coming to approve the deed. Alm. O, let me seek him in this horrid cell;
[Exit Selim. For in the tomb, or prison, I alone
Must hope to find him.
And stain the colour of my last adieu. Leon. 'Hear'ns! what dismal scene
Horror! a headless trunk! 'nor lips nor face, Of death is this?
[Coming near the Body, starts Alm. Show me, for I am come in search
and lets fall the Cup. of death,
But spouting veins and mangled flesh! Oh! But want a guide, for tears bave dimm'd my
oh! sight. Leon. Alas, a little further, and behold
Enter ALPHONSO, Heli, Perez, Guards, and Zara all pale and dead! two frightful men,
Altendants; with GARCIA, Prisoner. Who seem the murderers, kneel weeping by; Alph. Away, stand off! where is she ! let Feeling remorse too late for what they've done.
me fly, But O, forbear-lift up your eyes no more,
Save her from death, and snatch her to my But haste away, fly from this fatal place,
heart. Where miseries are multiply'd; return,
Alm. Oh! Return, and look not on, for there's a dagger Alph. Forbear; my arms alone shall hold Ready to stab the sight, and make your eyes Rain blood
Warm ber to life, and wake her into gladAlm. O, I foreknow, foresee that object. Is it at last then so? Is he then dead? Give a new birth to thy long-shaded eyes, - I do not weep! the springs of tears are dry'd, Then double on the day, reflected light And of a sudden I am calm, as if
Alm. Where am I? Heav'n! what does this All things were well; and yet my husband's
dream intend ? murder'd!
Alph. O mayst thou never dream of less Yes, yes, I know to mourn! I'll sluice this
Nor ever wake to less substantial joys! The source of woe, and let the torrent loose. Alm. Giv'n me again from death! O, all -Those men have left to weep! they look on
ye pow'rs, me!
Confirm this miracle! Can I believe I hope they murder all on whom they look. My sight? Behold me well; your bloody hands have err’d, This is my lord, my life, my only husband: And wrongfully have slain those innocents : I have him now, and we no more will part. I am the sacrifice design'd to bleed; My father too shall have compassion — And come prepar'd to yield my throat!—They Alph. O, my heart's comfort ! 'tis not giv'n bow
to this Their heads, in sign of gries and innocence! Frail life, to be entirely bless'd. E'en now,
[They point at the Bowl on the In this extremest joy my soul can taste,
Yet I am dasu'd to think that thou must weep: And point! what mean they? Ha! a cup! 0, Thy father fell, where he design'd my death. well
Gonsalez and Alonzo, both of wounds I understand what med'cine has been here. Expiring, have with their last breath confess'd O noble thirst! yet greedy, to drink all — The just decrees of heav'n, which on themselves Oh for another draught of death!
Has turn'd their own most bloody purposes. [They point at the other Cup. Nay, I must grant, 'lis sit you should be thusThanks to the lib'ral hand that all'd thee thus;
[She weeps. I'll drink my glad acknowledgment
III-fated Zara! Ila! a cup! alas! Leon. O hold,
Thy error then is plain; but I were flint For mercy's sake; upon my knee I beg
Noi to o'erflow in tribute to thy memory, Alm. With thee ihe kneeling world should () Garcia! beg in vain.
Whose virtue has renounc'd thy father's crimes, Seest thou not there? Behold who prostrate Secst thou how just the hand of heav'n has lies,
been? And pleads against thee; who shall then pre- Let us, who through our innocence survive, vail?
Still in the paths of honour persevere, Yet I will take a cold and parting leave And not from past or present ills despair: From his pale lips; I'll kiss him ere I drink, For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, Jest the rank juice should blister on my And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. mouth,
HI LL. Atrox Hill, eldest son of George Hill, Esq. of Malmsbury Abbey, Wiltshire, was born in London, Pebr. 19; 1634. The life of this author presents a most astonishing instance of genius and industry. Al the age of 15 him alone in a vessel bound fui Constantinople, on a visit to Lord Pagel, ambassador al lliat court, and a distant relation of his mother's. His Lo.dship, struck with the ardent desire of knowledge, which had induced this youth 10 sach as undertaking, provided him with a tutor with whom he travelled through Egypl, Palestine and the greater vert of the East. He returned with his Lordship from Cunstantinople by land ; and profited of the occasion of their slay at the different courts to see the greatest part of Europe. 1710, Manager of the King's Theatre, Haymarket, he srote the opera of Rineldo, the music of which was the first of Handel's compositions after his arrival in England. Althongh no man could be more qualified for this undertaking, he relinquished the management on
&ccount of some
misunderstanding; and turned his thoughts entirely on a project of making sweet oil from beech-nuls. He obtained a patent, and had hio fortune been sufficient for the undertaking he would undoubtedly have rendered this attempt of great advantage to the nation ; but borrowing a sum of 25,000 pounds, he was obliged to submit to the formation of a company, who were lo act in concert with him. These people, with the most sanguine lopes of success and ignorant of the inventor's plans, or perhaps fearing to loose their money, upon a triling delay of their hopes, immediately commenced representations ; thesis caused disputes, and the whole allair was overthrown just at the time when profits were already rising from it, and, if pursued with vigour, would, in all probability have continued increasing and permanent. Another valuable project, that of applying the timber grown in the north of Scotland to the use of the navy, for which it had been long erroncously imagined to be untit, he set on foot in 1727: here again we have a terrible account of the obstacles he met with : when the trees were chained together into a raft, the Highlanders could not be prevailed upon to go down the river on them, till he first went himself; and he was obliged to find out a method of doing away with the rocks (by lighting fires on them at low water), which choked up the passage in different parts of the river. The commencement of a lead mine in the same country employing all the men and horses, which had heretofore been at his service, put an end to this undertaking; however he was presented with the freedom of Inyerness and Aberdeen, as a compliment for his great exertions All this time his pen did not continue idle: he produced The progress of Wit, u caveat for the use of an eminent IVriter ; in which he retoris very severely upon Pope, who had introduced bim into The Dinciad, as one of the competitors for the prize offered by the goddess of Dulness. After the death of his wife 1731, he continued in London and in intercourse with the public till about 1738, when he withdrew to Plaistow in Essex, where his indefatigable genius projected many profitable improvements. One he lived to complete, but without bencfit to himself, which was the art of making potash, equal to that brought from Russia. Hero bc wrote and published several poctical pieces; and adapted Voltaire's tragedy of Merope to the English Stage, which was the last work he lived to complete. He died the very day before it was to he represented for his benefit, Feb. 8. 1719, in the very minute of the earthquake. The Biographia Dramatica says him to have been a person of the most amiable disposition, extensive knowledge, and elegant conversation, We find him bestowing the profits of many of his works for the relief of distressed authors and artists; though he would never accept of a benefit for himsell, till his distresses at the close of his life obliged him to solicit the acting of Merope for their relief, No labouc deterred him from the prosecution of any design which appeared to him to be praiseworthy and feasible, nor
was it in the power of the greatest misfortunes to overcome or even shake his fortitude of mind. Although accused of being rather too turgid, and in some places obscare; yet the neryols power, and sterling sense we find in his writings vught to make us overlook our havirg been obliged to take some little pains in digging through the rock in which it is contained; while his rigid correctness will always make him stand in an exalted rank of merit.
ZA R A. ZARA was first produced 1735; and though it is founded on the principles of religious party, which are generally opt to throw an air of enthusiasm and bigutry into those dramatic works which are built on them, this piece has als ways been esteemed a very superior one. 'The Biographiu Drumaticu says, “It is borrowed originally from the Zaire of Voltaire ; an author who, while he resided in England, imbibed so much of the spirit of Britisha liberty, that his writings seem almost always calculated for the meridian of London, Mr. Hill, however, has made this as well as his other translations so much his own, that it is hard to determine which of the two may most properly be called the author of this play." It is remarkable for a very extraordinary event; it is related, that a gentleman of the name of Pond, collecting a party of his friends, got up the play of Zara, at the music room in Villiers Street, York Buildings, and chose the part of Lusiguan for himself. His acting was considered as a prodigy; and he yielded himself up to the force and impetuosity of his imagination, that upon the discovery of his daughter, he fainted away, The house rung with applausc; but, finding that he continued a long time in that situation, thio audience began to be uneasy and apprehensive. With some difficulty, the representatives of Chatillon and Nerestan placed him in his chair ; he' then faintly spoke, extended his arms to receive lis children, raised his eyes to heaven, and then closed them for ever.
My fate's bound in by Sion's sacred wall: Scene I.-Enter ZARA and SelimA.
Clos'd from my infancy within this palace, Sel. It moves my wonder, young and beau- Custom has learnt, from time, the power' teous Zara,
please. Whence these new sentiments inspire your The sultan's property, bis will my law;
I claim no sbare in the remoter world, heart! Your peace of mind increases with your charms; To live his subject is my only hope.
Unknowing all but him, his
his fame; Tears now no longer sbade your eyes' soft All else, an empty dream
lustre: You meditate no more those happy climes
Sel. Have you forgot To which Nerestan will return to guide you.
Absent Nerestan then? whose gen'rous friendYou talk no more of that gay nation now,
ship Where men adore their wives, and woman's
So nobly vow'd redemption from your chains!
How oft have you admir'd his dauntless soul? power Draws rev'rence from a polish'd people's Osman, his conqu’ror, by, bis courage charm’d, softness:
Trusted his faith, and on his word releas'd him : Their husbands' equals, and their lovers' queens! Though not return'd in time—we yet expect him. Free, without scandal, wise, without restraint; Nor had his noble journey other motive, Why have you ceas’d to wish this happy change? Than to procure our ransom.-And is this, A barr'd seraglio! sad, unsocial life! This dear, warm bope, become an idle dream? Scorn'd, and a slave! All this has lost its Zara. Since after two long years he not terror;
returns, And Syria rivals, now, the banks of Seine. 'Tis plain bis promise ştretch'd beyond his Zara. Joys which we do not know, we do
power, not wish.
A stranger and a slave, unknown, like him