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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.
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.
Zanga.-"FALL'N CHRISTIAN, THOU MISTAK'ST MY CHARACTER."-Act V, scene 2.
And I indulge my meditation here.
Is this a night for walks of contemplation?
I hate Alonzo. First recover that,
And then thou shalt hear farther.
Isa. Hate Alonzo!
(Great let me call him, for he conquer'd me)
I then was young: he placed me near his person,
Of kindness, and thinks it is forgot.
Isa. But with more temper, Zanga, tell your
Isa. His friend, Don Carlos.
Zan. Be propitious,
O, Mahomet, on this important hour,
And give at length my famish'd soul revenge!
Enter DON CARLOS and DON MANUEL. Man. My lord Don Carlos, what brings your express?
Car. Alonzo's glory, and the Moor's defeat.
The chance of battle gave me to the Moors;
Man. And what success?
Leads her this way.
Love calls for love. Not all the pride of beauty,
Leon. Why should you wish me stay?
Alon. Carlos!-I am whole again; Clasp'd in thy arms, it makes my heart entire. Car. Whom dare I thus embrace? The conqueror Of Afric?
Alon. Yes, much more; Don Carlos' friend. The conquest of the world would cost me dear, Should it beget one thought of distance in thee. I rise in virtues to come nearer thee, orada 'Twas Carlos conquer'd, 'twas his cruel chains Inflam'd me to a rage unknown till then, And threw my former actions far behind.
Car. I love fair Leonora. How I love her!
Yet still I find (I know not how it is)
But love like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss,
Zan. Manuel, my lord, returning from the port On business both of moment and of haste, Humbly begs leave to speak in private with you. Car. In private! Ha! Alonzo, I'll return; No business can detain me long from thee. Zan. My lord Alonzo, I obey'd your orders. Alon. Will the fair Leonora pass this way? Zan. She will, my lord, and soon. Alon. Come near me, Zanga; For I dare open all my heart to thee, Never was such a day of triumph known! There's not a wounded captive in my train, That slowly follow'd my proud chariot wheels, With half a life, and beggary, and chains, But is a god to me: I am most wretched. In his captivity, thou know'st Don Carlos, My friend, (and never was a friend more dear) Deputed me his advocate in love; What did I do?-I lov'd myself. Indeed, One thing there is might lessen my offence, (If such offence admits of being lessen'd)
I thought him dead; for (by what fate I know not) His letters never reach'd me.
Zan. Thanks to Zanga, (Aside.) Who thence contriv'd that evil which has happen'd. Alon. Yes, curs'd of heaven! I lov'd myself; and In a late action, rescu'd from the Moors, [now, 1 have brought home my rival in my friend.
Zan. We hear, my lord, that in that action, too, Your interposing arm preserv'd his life. [mine, Alon. It did; with more than the expense of For, O! this day is mention'd for their nuptials. Zan. My lord, she comes.
Alon. I'll take my leave, and die.
Zan. Hadst thou a thousand lives, thy death would please me.
Unhappy fate! My country overcome!
Leon. The mighty conqueror Dismay'd! I thought you gave the foe you sorrows. Alon. O, cruel insult! are those tears your sport, Which nothing but a love for you could draw? Afric I quell'd, in hope by that to purchase Your leave to sigh unscorn'd; but I complain not; 'Twas but a world, and you are-Leonora. Leon. That passion which you boast of, is your A treason to your friend.
Alon. O, Leonora!.
What could I do? In duty to my friend,
I saw you and to see is to admire.
Leon. I weep by chance; nor have my tears a But, O! when first I saw Alonzo's tears, [meaning. I knew their meaning well.
Alon. Heavens! what is this?
Leon. Alonzo, pardon me the injury
Alon. What says my love? Speak, Leonora. Leon. Was it for you, my lord, to be so quick In finding out objections to our love? Think you so strong my love, or weak my virtue, It was unsafe to leave that part to me? Alon. Is not the day then fix'd for your espou[way;
Leon. Indeed, my father once had thought that But marking how the marriage pain'd my heart, Long he stood doubtful; but at last resolv'd, Your counsel, which determines him in all, Should finish the debate.
Leon. Hold, Alonzo!
And hear a maid, whom doubly thou hast con-
ACT II.-SCENE I.-The Palace. Enter DON MANUEL and ZANGA. Zan. If this be true, I cannot blame your pain For wretched Carlos; 'tis but human in you. But when arriv'd your dismal news?
Man. This hour.
Zan. What, not a vessel sav'd! And is Alvarez Determin'd to deny his daughter to him? That treasure was on shore; must that, too, join
The common wreck?
Man. Alvarez pleads, indeed,
That Leonora's heart is disinclin'd,
And pleads that only; so it was this morning,
Zan. How does Don Carlos bear it?
Man. Like a man,
Whose heart feels most a human heart can feel,
Man. Yes, at first; but soon
A damp came o'er him,- It would kill his friend.
Man. Yet to ask it,
Say, did he see that night his Leonora?
Isa. No, my good lord.
Zan. No matter
Go and fetch my tablets hither.
Two nights ago my father's sacred shade
Enter ISABELLA with the tablets, Zanga writes.
The father's fix'd-Don Carlos cannot wed-
He might not gain it. It is hard to give
Isa. Álonzo comes this way.
Withdraw. [Exit Isabella.] Ye subtle demons,
In courts, and do your work with bows and smiles,
Of gloomy thought and intricate design,
To catch the man I hate, and then devour.
My lord, I give you joy.
Alon. Of what, good Zanga?
Zan. Is not the lovely Leonora yours?
And since he can't espouse the fair himself,
I then felt pains, which now for him I feel.
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
Alon. Think'st thou, my Zanga, should I ask
His goodness would consent that I should wed her?
Alon. But then the cruelty
To ask it; and for me to ask it of him!
Zan. Methinks you are severe upon your friend.
Alon. That is the very reason which forbids it.
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
His friend to grant; then, from that very grant,
Of jealousy, to rack Alonzo's peace!-
The seven-fold death; the jealous are the damn'd.
Zan. My lord you know the sad alternative.
Are such as may hereafter give you pain.