Y. Mir. Villain, what say'st thou? Dispatched! | formance of your contract to Oriana. (Discovering I'll have ye all tortured, racked, torn to pieces, herself.) alive, if you have touched my boy. Here, page! page! page! (Runs out.)

Dur. Here, gentlemen, be sure you secure those fellows.

1 Bra. Yes, sir, we know you, and your guard will be very civil to us. Dur. Take them to justice. (The guards carry off the bravoes.) Now for you, madam: he, he, he! I'm so pleased to think that I shall be revenged of one woman before I die. Well, Mrs. Snap-dragon, which of these honourable gentlemen is so happy to call you wife?

1 Bra. Sir, she should have been mine to-night, 'cause Sampre, here, had her last night. Sir, she's very true to us all four.

Omnes. Oriana!

Oriana. In this disguise I resolved to follow you abroad, counterfeited that letter, that brought me into your service; and so, by this strange turn of fate, I became the instrument of your preservation; few common servants would have had such cunning; my love inspired me with the meaning of your message, because my concern for your safety made me suspect your company. Dur. Mirabel, you're caught.

Y. Mir. Caught! I scorn the thought of imposition.-Caught! no 'tis my voluntary act; this was no human stratagem, but by my providential stars, designed to shew the dangers wandering youth incurs, by the pursuit of an unlawful love; to plunge me headlong in the snares of vice, and then to free me by the hands of virtue; here, on my knees, I humbly beg my fair preserver's pardon: my thanks are needless, for myself I owe.-And now, for ever do protest me yours.

Old Mir. Tall, all di dall! (Sings.) Kiss me, daughter-no, you shall kiss me first, (To Lamorce.) for you're the cause on't. Well, Bisarre, what say you to the captain?

Bis. I like the beast well enough, but I don't understand his paces so well as to venture him in a strange road.

Old Mir. But marriage is so beaten a path, that you can't go wrong.

Bis. Ay, 'tis so beaten that the way is spoiled. Dur. There is but one thing should make me thy husband-I could marry thee to-day, for the privilege of beating thee to-morrow.

Old Mir Come, come, you may agree for all this. Mr. Dugard, are not you pleased with this?

Dug. So pleased, that, if I thought it might secure your son's affection to my sister, I would double her fortune.

Y. Mir. Fortune! has she not given me mine? my life-estate my all? and what is more, her virtuous self? Behold the foil (pointing to Lamorce), that sets this brightness off! (To Oriana.) Here view the pride, and scandal of the sex?

What liberty can be so tempting there,

(To Lamorce.) As a soft virtuous, am'rous bondage here? (To Oriana.)

A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS.-BY EDWARD YOUNG.

AND

Zanga.-"FALL'N CHRISTIAN, THOU MISTAK'ST MY CHARACTER."-Act V, scene 2.

Persons Represented.

DON ALONZO.
DON CARLOS.
DON ALVAREZ.

(Great let me call him, for he conquer'd me) Leads her this way. Made me the captive of his arm in fight.

Car. She looks like radiant Truth, He slew my father, and threw chains o'er me, Brought forward by the hand of hoary Time. While I, with pious rage, pursued revenge.

You to the port with speed; 'tis possible [it bring I then was young: he placed me near his person, Some vessel is arriv'd. [Erit Man.) Heav'n grant And thought me not dishonour'd by his service. Tidings which Carlos may receive with joy! One day, (may that returning day be night,

Enter DON ALVAREZ and LEONORA. The stain, the curse, of each succeeding year!) Alv. Don Carlos, I am labouring in your favour For something, or for nothing, in his pride

With all a parent's soft authority,
He struck me. (While I tell it, do I live?)

And earnest counsel.
He smote me on the cheek.- I did not stab him, Car. Angels second you!
For that were poor revenge.—E'er since, his folly For all my bliss or misery hangs on it.
Has strore to bury it beneath a heap

Alv. Daughter, the happiness of life depends Of kindness, and thinks it is forgot.

On our discretion, and a prudent choice: Insolent thought! and like a second blow!

Don Carlos is of ancient, noble, blood, Affronts are innocent, where men are worthless; And then his wealth might mend a prince s fortune And su h alone can wisely drop revenge.

For him the sun is labouring in the mines, Isa. But with more temper, Zanga, tell your A faithful slave, and turning earth to gold. To see your strong emotion startles me. [story; His keels are freighted with that sacred power Zan. Yes, woman, with the temper that befits it

. By which even kings and emperors are made. Has the dark adder venom? So have I, [me! Sir, you have my good wishes, and I hope (To Car.) When trod upon. Proud Spaniard, thou shalt fecl My daughter is not indispos'd to hear you. For from that day, that day of my dishonour, our. Oh, Leonora! why art thou in tears? Ifrom that day have curs'd the rising sun,

Because I am less wretched than I was? Which never fail'd to tell me of my shame. Before your father gave me leave to woo you, I from that day have bless'd the coming night, Hush'd was your bosom, and your eye serene. Which promis'd to conceal it! but in vain;

Leon. Think you my father too indulgent to me, The blow return'd for ever in my dream.

That he claims no dominion c'er my tears?
Yet on I toil'd, and groan'd for an occasion A daughter, sure, may be right dutiful,
Of ample vengeance; pone is yet arriv'd.

Whose tears alone are free from a restraint. Howe'er, at present, I conceive warm bopes

dar. Ah! my torn heart! Of what may wound him sore in his anabition, Leon. Regard not me, my lord; Life of his life, and dearer than his soul.

I shall obey my father, By nightly march he purpos'd to surprise

Cap, Disobey him, The Moorish camp; but I have taken care Rather than come thus coldly, than come thus They shall be ready to receive his favour.

With absent eyes and alienated mien, Failing in this, a cost of utmost moment,

Sufl'ring address, the victim of my love. Would darken all the conquests he has won. Lore calls for love. Not all the pride of beauty,

Isa. Just as I enter'd, an express arrivd. Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of; Zan. To whom?

Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with

life; Isa. His friend, Don Carlos.

Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt; Zan. Be propitious,

All these possess'd, are nought, but as they are 0, Mahomet, on this important hour,

The proof, the substance of an inward passion, And give at length my famish'd soul revenge! And the rich plunder of a taken heart. What is revenge, but courage to call in

Leon. I pray, my lord, no more.

[thus: Our honour's debts, and wisdom to convert

Car. Must I despair, then? Do not shake me Others' self-love into our own protection ?

Heavn's! what a proof I gave, but two nights past, But see, the morning ray breaks in upon us; Of matchless love! To fling me at thy feet, I'll seek Don Carlos, and inquire my fate. [Exeunt. I slighted friendship, and I flew from fame; SCENE II.—The Palace.

Nor heard the summons of the next day's battle:

But, darting headlong to thy arms, I left Enter DON CARLOS and DON MANUEL. The promis'd fight; i left Alonzo, too, Man. My lord Don Carlos, what brings your ex- To stand the war, and quell a world alone. press?

(Drums and trumpets.) Car. Alonzo's glory, and the Moor's defeat. Leon. The victor comes. My lord, I must with. The field is strew'd with twice ten thousand slain, Car. And must you go?

[drawThough he suspects his measures were betray'd. Leon. Why should you wish me stay? He'll soon arrive. Oh, how I long to embrace Your friend's arrival will bring comfort to you, The first of heroes, and the best of friends! My presence none; it pains you and myself; I lov'd fair Leonora long before

For both our sakes, permit me to withdraw. [Exit. The chance of battle gave me to the Moors;

Enter DON ALONZO, with Attendants. And while I groan'd in bondage, I deputed

Car. Alonzo!
This great Alonzo, whom her father honours, Alon. Carlos !-I am whole again;
To be my gentle advocate in love.

Clasp'd in thy arms, it makes my heart entire. Man. And what success ?

Car. Whom dare I thus embrace?

The conqueror Car. Alas! the cruel maid

Of Afric?

TEST Indeed, her father, though high at court,

Alon. Yes, much more; Don Carlos' friend. And powerful with the king, has wealth at heart The conquest of the world would cost me dear, To heal his devastation from the Moors;

Should it beget one thought of distance in thee. Knowing I'm richly freighted from the east, I rise in virtues to come nearer thee, strada My fleet now sailing in the sight of Spain,

'Twas Carlos conquer'd, 'twas his cruel chains Heav'n guard it safe through such a dreadful Infiam'd me to a rage unknown till then, Caresses nie, and urges me to wed. Man. Her aged father, see,

[storm!) | And threw my former actions far behind.

Car. I love fair Leonora. How I love her!

with you.

Yet still I ind (I know not how it is)

Leon. I weep by chance; nor have my tears a Another heart, another soul for thee.

But, O! when first I saw Alonzo's tears, (meaning. Thy friendship warms, it raises, it transports; I knew their meaning well. Like music, pure the joy, without alloy,

Alon. Heavens! what is this? Whose very rapture is tranquility:

Leon. Alonzo, pardon me the injury But love like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Of loving you. I struggled with my passion, Heighten'd indeed beyond all mortal pleasures; And struggled long; let that be some excuse. But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl. You well may wonder at such words as these; Enter ZANGA.

I start at them myself, they fright my nature. Zan. Manuel, my lord, returning from the port Great is my fault; but blame me not alone; On business both of moment and of haste,

Give him a little blame, who took such pains Humbly begs leave to speak in pri

To make me guilty.

[blessing Car. In private! Ha! Alonzo, I'll return; Alon. Blame you! you know I think your love a No business can detain me long from thee. [Exit. Beyond all human blessings! 'tis the price

Zan. My lord Alonzo, I obey'd your orders. Of sighs and groans, and a whole year of dying:
Alon. Will the fair Leonora pass this way? But, O, the curse of curses !-0, my friend!
Zan. She will, my lord, and soon.

Leon. Alas!
Alon. Come near me, Zanga;

Alon. What says my love? Speak, Leonora. For I dare open all my heart to thee,

Leon. Was it for you, my lord, to be so quick Never was such a day of triumph known!

In finding out objections to our love? There's not a wounded captive in my train,

Think you so strong my love, or weak my virtue, Toat slowly follow'd my proud chariot wheels, It was unsafe to leave that part to me? With half a life, and beggary, and chains,

Alon. Is not the day then fix'd for your espouBut is a god to me: I am most wretched.

sals?

(way; In his captivity, thou know'st Don Carlos,

Leon. Indeed, my father once had thought that My friend, (and never was a friend more dear) But marking how the marriage pain'd my heart, Deputed me his advocate in love;

Long he stood doubtful; but at last resolvid, What did I do?-I lov'd myself. Indeed,

Your counsel, which determines him in all, One thing there is might lessen my offence,

Should finish the debate. (If such offence admits of being lessen'd)

Alon. O, agony!
I thought him dead; for (by what fate I know not) Must í not only lose her, but be made
His letters never reach'd me.

Myself the instrument ? Not only die,
Zan. Thanks to Zanga,

(Aside.) But plunge the dagger in my heart myself? (mine? Who thence contriv'd that evil which has happen'd. Leon. What, do you tremble lest you should be

Alon. Yes, curs'd of heaven! I lov'd myself; and For what else can you tremble ? Not for that In a late action, resou'd from the Moors, [now, My father places in your power to alter. [friend! I have brought home my rival in my friend.

Alon. What's in my power? O, yes; to stab my Zan. We hear, my lord, that in that action, too, Leon. To stab your friend were barbarous inYour interposing arm presery'd his life. [mine, Spare him; and murder me.

[dced : Alon. It did; with more than the expense of Alon. First perish all! For, O! this day is mention'd for their nuptials. No, Leonora, I am thine for ever; Zan. My lord, she comes.

The groans of friendship shall be heard no more Alon. I'll take my leave, and die.

[Erit. For whatsoever crime I can commit, Zan. Hadst thou a thousand lives, thy death I've felt the pangs already. would please me.

Leon. Hold, Alonzo! Unhappy fate! My country overcome!

And hear a maid, whom doubly thou hast conMy six years' hope of vengeance quite expir'd! I love thy virtue as I love thy person,

[quer'd. Would nature were I would not fall alone:

And i adore thee for the pains it gave me; But others' groans shall tell the world my death. But, as I felt the pains, l'il reap the fruit;

[Aside, and exit. I'll shine out in my turn, and shew the world Enter LEONORA and ALONZO.

Thy great example was not lost upon me. Alon When nature ends with anguish like to this, Thus, then, I tear me from thy hopes for ever. Sinners shall take their last leave of the sun,

Shall I contribute to Alonzo's crimes? And bid his light adieu.

(Weeps.) No, though the life-blood gushes from my heart, Leon. The mighty conqueror

You shall not be asham'd of Leonora. Dismay'd! I thought you gave the fðe you sorrows. Nay, never shrink: take back the bright example

Alon. o, cruel insult! are those tears your sport, You lately lent; 0, take it while you may; Which nothing but a love for you could draw? While I can give it you, and be immortal! [Erit. Afric I quell'd, in hope by that to purchase

Alon. She's gone, and I shall see that face no Your leave to sigh unscorn'd; but I complain not; But pine in absence, and till death adore. [more; 'Twas but a world, and you are-Leonora.

When with cold dew my fainting brow is hun, Leon. That passion which you boast of, is your And my eyes darken, from my falt'ring tongue A treason to your friend.

(guilt, Her name will tremble with a feeble moan, Alon. 0, Leonora!.

And love with fate divide my dying groan. [Erit, What could I do? In duty to my friend,

ACT II.-SCENE I.-The Palace.
I saw you: and to see is to admire.
For Carlos did I plead, and most sincerely;

Enter DON MANUEL and ZANGA.
You know I did. I sought but your esteem;

Zan. If this be true, I cannot blame your pain If that is guilt, an angel had been guilty. [self, For wretched Carlos; 'tis but human in you.

Leon. If, from your guilt, none suffer'd but your- But when arriv'd your dismal news? It might be so. Farewell.

(Going.) Man. This hour. Alon. Who suffers with me? (Takes her hand.) Zan. What, not a vessel sav'd! And is Alvarez Leon. Enjoy your ignorance, and let me go. Determin'd to deny his daughter to him? Alon. What mean these tears?

That treasure was on shore; must that, too, join

The common wreek?

Man. Alvarez pleads, indeed,
That Leonora's heart is disinclin'd,

And pleads that only; so it was this morning,
When he concurr'd: the tempest broke the match,
And sunk his favour when it sunk the gold.
The love of gold is double in his heart,
The vice of age and of Alvarez too.

Zan. How does Don Carlos bear it?
Man. Like a man,

Whose heart feels most a human heart can feel,
And reasons best a human heart can reason.

Say, did he see that night his Leonora ?

Isa. No, my good lord.

Zan. No matter

[Exit.

His friend to grant; then, from that very grant,
The strongest proof of friendship man can give,
To work out a cause

Isa. Alonzo comes this way.
Zan. Most opportunely.
Withdraw. [Exit Isabella.] Ye subtle demons,
which reside

In courts, and do your work with bows and smiles,
That little enginery, more mischievous
Than fleets and armies, and the cannon's murder,
Teach me to look a lie; give me your maze
Of gloomy thought and intricate design,
To catch the man I hate, and then devour.
Enter DON ALONZO.
My lord, I give you joy.

Alon. Of what, good Zanga?

Zan. Is not the lovely Leonora yours?
Alon. What will become of Carlos?
Zan. He's your friend;

Of jealousy, to rack Alonzo's peace!-
I have turn'd o'er the catalogue of woes,
Which sting the heart of man, and find none equal.
It is the hydra of calamities,
The seven-fold death; the jealous are the damn'd.

And since he can't espouse the fair himself,
Will take some comfort from Alonzo's fortune.

Alon. Alas! thou little know'st the force of love!
Love reigns a sultan with unrivall'd sway;
Puts all relations, friendship's self, to death,
If once he's jealous of it. I love Carlos;
Yet well I know what pangs I felt this morning
At his intended nuptials. For myself

I then felt pains, which now for him I feel.
Zan. You will not wed her, then?
Alon. Not instantly.

Insult his broken heart the very moment!
Zan. I understand you: but you'll wed hereafter,
When your friend's gone, and his first pain
assuag'd.

Alon. Am I to blame in that?

Zan. My lord, I love

Your very errors; they are born from virtue.
Your friendship (and what nobler passion claims
The heart?) does lead you blindfold to your ruin.
Consider, wherefore did Alvarez break

Don Carlos' match, and wherefore urge Alonzo's?
'Twas the same cause, the love of wealth. To-

morrow

Go and fetch my tablets hither.

[Exit Isabella.

Two nights ago my father's sacred shade
Thrice stalk'd round my bed and smiled upon me;
He smiled a joy then little understood.
It must be so; and if so, it is vengeance
Worth waking of the dead for.

Enter ISABELLA with the tablets, Zanga writes.
Thus it stands-

The father's fix'd-Don Carlos cannot wed-
Alonzo may-but that will hurt his friend-
Nor can he ask his leave-or, if he did,

He might not gain it. It is hard to give

Our own consent to ills, though we must bear them. Exacting of a debt, it shocks my nature.
Were it not, then, a masterpiece, worth all
The wisdom I can boast, first to persuade
Alonzo to request it of his friend;

May see Alonzo in Don Carlos' fortune;
A higher bidder is a better friend,

And there are princes sigh for Leonora.

When your friend's gone you will wed; why, then
the cause
Which gives you Leonora now will cease.
Carlos has lost her; should you lose her, too,
Why, then, you heap new torments on your friend,
By that respect which labour'd to relieve him.
"Tis well; he is disturb'd; it makes him pause.
(Asi de.)
Alon. Think'st thou, my Zanga, should I ask
Don Carlos,

His goodness would consent that I should wed her?
Zan. I know it would.

Alon. But then the cruelty

To ask it; and for me to ask it of him!

Zan. Methinks you are severe upon your friend. Who was it gave him liberty and life?

Alon. That is the very reason which forbids it.
Were I a stranger, I could freely speak;
In me it so resembles a demand,

Zan. My lord you know the sad alternative.
Is Leonora worth one pang or not?
Warmly as you I wish Don Carlos well;
But I am likewise Don Alonzo's friend;
There all the difference lies between us two.
In me, my lord, you hear another self;
And, give me leave to add, a better too,
Clear'd from those errors, which, though caus'd
by virtue,

Are such as may hereafter give you pain.
Don Lopez of Castile, would not demur thus,