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If I delay-'will dom-or better so.
With rash and greedy hasle at once to cram One to wish. Alonzo, thou art welcome. The morsel down his throat. I caught his arm,
And hardly wrench'd his hand to wring it Enter ALONZO.
from him; Alon, The king expects your lordship. Which done, he drew a poniard from bis side, Gon. Tis no matter ;
And on the instant plung d it in his breast. I'm not i'th' way at present, good Alonzo. King. Remove the body thence, cre Zara Alon. Il'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
[.Aside. E.rit, Yet stay; I would--but go; anon will server King. How's this? my mortal foe beneath Yet I have that requires thy speedy belp. I think thou wouldst not stop to do me service.
[Having read the Letter. Alon. I am your creature.
O, give me patience, all ye pow'rs! no, rather Gon. Say thou art my friend.
Give me new rage, implacable revenge, I've seen thy sword do noble execution, And trebled fury - Ha! who's there? "Alon. All that it can your lordship shall Per. My lord! command,
King. Hence, slave! how dar'st thou bide, Gon. Thanks; and I take thee at thy word.
to watch and pry Thou'st seen,
Into how poor a thing a king descends; Among the follwers 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 heav'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, I'd Thou knew'st that Osmyn was Alphonso,
know'st Thee such reward as should exceed thy wish. My daughter privately with bim 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 ulmost King. Thou' ly’st. diligence:
Thou art accomplice too with Zara : here, And say I've not been seen-haste, good Alonzo. Where she sets down-Still will I set thee [Erit 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 far’rite This hour I throw ye off, and entertain eunuch?
Fell hate within my breast, revenge, and gall, Nor she hersell, nor any of her mutes, By heav'n, I'll meet and counterwork this llave yet requir'd admittance?
treachery. Prr. 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. le lies supine on earth: with as much case What's thy whole life, thy soul, ihy all, to my She might remove the centre of this carth, 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 lo 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.
[Pere: 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 nean?
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 out his bosom this -and strove Be darken'd, so as to amuse the sight.
I'll 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 mísI 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 slart, 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! lord GouFollow me, and give heed to my direction.
Re-enter GOXSALEZ, bloody.
Gon. Perdition choke your clamours:
whence this rudeness? The king that passed hencé! frowning he went: Dost think he saw me?
Garcia! Sel. Yes; but then, as if he thought
Gar. Perdition, slavery, and death His eyes bad errd, he hasti'y recalled Are ent'ring now our doors! Where is the Th' imperfect look, and sternly turn' 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. Desis'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
Hrd enter'd long ere now, and bornc down all My nature's want, but punish nature in me; Before 'em, to the palace walls. Duless
The I plead not for a pardon and to live,
king in person animale our men, But to be punish'd and forgiv’n. Ilere, strike; Granada's lost; and to confirm this fear, I bare ny breast to meet your just revenge.
The traitor Perez, and the captive Moor," Zara. I have not leisure now to take so poor
Are through a postern sled, and join the foe! A forfeit as thy life; somewhat of high
Gon. Would all were false as that! for And more important fate requires my thought! The Moor is dead. That Osmyn was Alphonso ;
whom you call Regard me well, and dare not to reply To what I give in charge; for I'm resolvid.
In whose heart's blood this poniard yet is warm. Gise 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 hy Perez for Alphonso. Benumb 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 wrongd
your easy faith, r'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 Thou shalt partake. Since fates no more af
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
bim, SCENE II.-Opens and shows the Prison.
Re-enter GARCIA. Enter GONSALEZ, disguised like a Mule, with Gar. Ruin and horror! 0, 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’a. 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--bis face seems turn'd to favour Gar. Dead, welt'ring, drown'd in blood! Th' attempt; Pll steal and do it unperceiv'd. 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 ( whence, or how, or wherefore was this done? 'Twere done – I'll crawl and sțing him to the But what imports the manner of the cause ? heart;
Nothing remains to do, or to require, Tber cast my skin, and leave it there to an- But that we all should turn our swords against swer it.
[Goes in. Ourselves, and expiale, with our own, his blood.
Gin. () wretch! (, curs'd and rash deluded Enter Garcia and ALONZO.
fool! Ger. Where? where, Alonzo, where's my On me, on me, turn your avenging swords! father? where
11, who have spilt my royal master's blood,
Should inake atonement hy a death as horrid,
Re-enter Mutes. And fall beneath the band of my own son. What have you seen? Ha! wherefore stare Gar. Ha! what? atone this murder wiih a
greater! The horror of that thought has damp'd my rage. With haggard eyes? Why are your arms
[Mutes return, and look affrighted. Gon. O, my son! from the blind doiage
across? Of a father's fondness these ills arose : For thee I've been ambitioas, base, and bloody: Why is't' you more than speak in these sad
Your heavy and desponding heads hung down? For thee I've plung'd into this sea of sin;
signs? Stemming the tide with only one weak hand, 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.
Ha! prostrate! bloody! headless! 0-I'm lost! Gar. Fatal ambition! Hark! the foe is. en- 0 Osmyn! O Alphonso! Cruel fate!
ter'd! The shrillness of that shout speaks.'em at hand. I came prepard to die, and see thee die-
Cruel, cruel, O more than killing object'
[Shout. Nay, came prepar'd myself to give thee deathAlon. My lord, I've thought how to con- But cannot bear to find thee thus, my Osmyn ceal the body:
O, this accurs'd, this base, this treach'rous king. Require me not to tell the means, till done, Lesi you forbid what then you may approve.
Re-enter Selim. (Goes in. Shout. Gon. They shout again! Whatc'er he means
Sel. Pre 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 thec fo 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 bellish 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. [Erit.
The mute you sent, by some mischance was 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 stripp'dAlon. Such a deed
My tongue faulters, and my voice fails - 1 As but an bour ago I'd not have done,
sinkThough 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 'Iwas decreed Dispos'd it, muffled in the mute's altire, V Ve both should die. Nor is't that I survive; Leaving tu view of them who enter next,
I have a certain remedy for that. Alone ihe 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 height; 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 be'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.
[A Mute kneels and gives one Haste thee, Alonzo, haste thee hence with
of the Bowls.
Hover a moment yet, thou gentle spirit,
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
s-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, he hides his face! Is seen or beard.
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 him what he requir'd I've done,
Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. And wait his coming to approve the deed. Alm. O, let me seek bim 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.
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
sight. Leon. Alas, a little further, and bebold
Enter ALPHONSO, Heli, Penez, Guards, axit Zara all pale and dead! two frightful men,
Attendants, 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 0, forbear lift up your eyes no more,
Save her from death, and snatch her to my But baste away, fly from this fatal place,
heart Where miseries are multip!y’d; return,
Alm, Oh! Return, and look not on, for there's a dagger, Alph. Forbear; my arms alone shall hold Re ly to stab the sight, and make your eyes Rain blood
Warm her to life, and wake her iato, 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 maysł 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, Alin. 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 errd, 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 compassionAnd come prepar'd to yield my throat!-They Alph. O, my beart's comfort ! 'tis not giv'n bow
to this Their heads, in sign of grief and innocence! Frail life, to be entirely bless'd. Een 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 desigu'd my death. well
Gonsalez and Alonzo, both of wounds I understand what med'cine has been here. Expiring, have with their last breath cónfess'd O noble thirst! yet greedy, to drink al? — The just decrees of heav'n, which on themselves Oh for another draught of death!
Hlas turn'd their own most bloody purposes. [They point at the other Cup. Nay, I must grant, 'tis sit jou should be thus Thanks to the lib'ral hand that fill'd thee thus;
[She weeps. III drink my glad acknowledgment
Ill-fated Zara! Ha! 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 the kneeling world should o Garcia ! beg in vain.
Whose virtue has renounc'd thy father's crimes, Seest thou not there? Behold who prostrate Seest 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 bonour persevere, Yet I will take a cold and parting leave And not from past or present ills despair: From bis pale lips; I'll kiss him ere I drink, For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, Lest the rank juice
should blister on my And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. mouth,
H I L L. AARON HILL, eldest son of George Hill, Esq. of Malmsbury Abbey, Wiltshire, was born in London, Febr. 10, 1684. The life of this author presents a most astonishing instance of genits and industry. At the age of 15 we find him alone in a vessel bound for Constantinople, on a visit to Lord Paget, ambassador
that court, and a distant relation of his mother's
. His Lordship, struck" with the ardent desire of knowledge, which had induced this youth to such an undertaking, provided him with a tutor with whom he travelled through Egypt, Palestine and the greater part 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 mote the opera of Rinaldo, the music of which was the first of Handel's compositions after his arrival in England. nu man could be more qualified for this undertaking, he relinquislied' the management on account of soine
misunderstanding; and turnéd his thonghts entirely on a project of making sweet oil from beech-nats. He oblained • patent, and had his fortune been sufficient for the undertaking he would undoubtedly have rendered this allempt of great advantage in the nation; but borrowing a sum of 25,000 pounds, he was obliged to submit to the formation of a company, wlin were lo at in concert with him. These people, with the most sanguine hopes of success and ignorant of the inventor's plaus, or perbaps fearing to Inose their money, upon a trifling delay, of their hopes, immediately commenced representations ; these cansed disputes, and the whole aftair was overthrown just at the time when profils were already rising from it, and, if pursued with rignur, 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, which it had been lung erroncously imagined to be unfit, he set on foot in 1727: here again we have a terrible acpunt of the obstacles he met with : when the trees were chained together into a raft, the Highlanders could not bo 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 allow 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 Inverness and Aberdeen, as a compliment for his great exertions All this time his pen did not continue idle: he produced The progress of Wif, « caveat for the use of an eminent Writer ; in which he retoris very severely upon Pope, who had introduced bim into The Dunciad, 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 1758, when he withdrew to Plaistow in Essex, where his indefatigable genius projected many profitable improvements. One he lived to complete, but without lienefit to himself, which was the art of making polesh, equal to ibat brought from Russia, Here he wrote and published several poctical pieces ; and adapted Voltaire's tragedy of Merope to the English Slage, which was the last work he lived to complete. He died the very day before it was to be 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 elegaul conversation. We find him beslowing the profits of many of his works for the relief of distressed awhors and artists ; though he would never accept of a benefit for himsell, ull his distresses at the close of his life obliged him to sulicit the acting of Merope for their relief, No labour delerred him from the prosecution of any design wlich appeared to bim to be praise worthy and feasible, nor was it in the power of the greatest misfortunes to overcome or even shako his fortitude of mind. Although accused of being rather too turgid, and in some places obscure; yet the nervous power, and sterling sense we find in his writings ought
to make us overlook our having been obliged to take some little pains in digging through the cock in which it is con'Hained; whilo his rigid correctness will always make him stand in an exalted rank of meril.
Z A R A. ZARA was first produced 1735; and though it is founded on the principles of religious party, which are generally api lo throw an air of enthusiasın and bigulry into those diamatic works which are built on them, this piece has always beeui cstcemed a very superior one, The Biographia Drumatica says, “It is borrowed originally from the Zaire uf Voltaire ; an author who, while lic resided in England, imbibed 50 much of the spirit of British liberty, that his writings seem almost always calculated for the meridian of London, Mr. Will, however, has made this as well as his other translations so much his uwn, 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 Bond, collecting a party of his friends, got up the play of Zara, al the music room in Villiers Street, York Buildings, and chose the part of Lusigoan for himself. His acting was considered as a prodigy; and he yielded himself up to the force ad impetuosity of his imagination, that apon the discovery of his daughter, he fainied away. The house ring wilh applause; but, finding that ho continued a long time in that situation, the audience began to be uneasy and opprehensive. With some' difficulty, the representalives of Chatillon and Nerestan placed liim in his clair ; he' then tahsily spoke, extondod his arms to receive his children, raised his cyes to heaven, and then closed them for ever.
My fate's bound in by Sion's sacred wall: Scene 1.- Enter ZARA and SELIMA.
Clos'd from my infancy within this palace, Sel. It moves my wonder, young and beau-Cusiom has learnt, from time, the power to teous Zara,
please. VVirence these new sentiments inspire your The sultan's property, his will my law;
I claim no share in the remoter world, heart! Your peace of mind increases with your charms;
Unknowing all but him, his
power, Tears now no longer shade your eyes' soft All else, an empty dreain
To live his subject is my only hope. lusire: You meditate no more those happy climes
Sel. Have you forgot To which Nerestan will relurn to guide you.
Absent Nerestan then? whose gen'rous friendYou talk no more of that gay nation now,
ship Wherë men adore their wives, and woman's So nobly vow'd redemption from
How oft have you admir'd his dauntless soul? Draws rey'rence from a polish'd people's Osman, his conqu’ror, by, his 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
, I barr'd seraglio! sad, unsocial life! This dear, warm hope, 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 his promise stretch'd beyond his Zara. Joys which we do not know, we do
power, not wish.
A stranger and a slave, unknown, like him