And be a man again-Had he enjoyed her, Alon. Ha! Resign her to me !- Would he pluck out his eye to give it me? I fear the letter was not all a tale. Alon. A tale! There's proof equivalent to sight. Zan. I should distrust my sight on this occa sion. Alon, And so should I: by Heaven I think I should. What! Leonora, the divine, by whom Since bliss and horror, life and death hang on it, To swell small things to great; nay, out of nought| To be deceived. I fear 'tis doomsday with me. There, Isabella, I out-did myself; Zan. That's well-Ah! what is well! O pang to think! O dire necessity! is this my province ? Illustrious from the purpose they pursue. secret. Alon. What dost thou mean? Thou know'st I'm on the rack. I'll not be played with; speak, if thou hast aught, Or I this instant fly to Leonora. Zan. That is, to death. My lord, I am not yet I have took pains, as you, I know, observed, tion. Alon. Thou dost confound me! And frankly own it, though to my shame I own it; Nought but your life in danger could have torn First, I must be assured, that if you find Zan. Alas! I fear it much, And scarce can hope so far; but I of this Zan. You'll bear it like a man? Zan. Such have you been to me; these tears confess it, Alon. No, my delight. Leon. What then employed your mind? Alon. Thou love, and only thou; so Heaven befriend me, As other thought can find no entrance here. Solicit, and a world in arms obeys, [He shews the utmost impatience. Alon. Dost thou then prize it? Leon. Do you then ask it? Alon. Know then, to thy comfort, Thou hast me all, my throbbing heart is full With thee alone; I have thought of nothing else; Nor shall, I from my soul believe, till death. My life, our friends expect thee. Leon. I obey. [Exit. Alon. Is that the face of cursed hypocrisy ? If she is guilty, stars are made of darkness, And beauty shall no more belong to Heaven!Don Carlos did return at dead of nightProceed, good Zanga; so thy tale began. Zan. Don Carlos did return at dead of night; That night by chance (ill chance for me) did I Command the watch that guards the palace gate. He told me he had letters for the king, Dispatched from you. I Alon. The villain lied! Zan. My lord, pray, forbear. Transported at his sight, After so long a bondage, and your friend, (Who could suspect him of an artifice?) No farther I enquired, but let him pass, False to my trust, at least imprudent in it. Our watch relieved, I went into the garden, As is my custom when the night's serene, And took a moon-light walk: when soon I heard A rustling in an arbour that was near me. I saw two lovers in each other's arms, Embracing and embraced. Anon the man Arose, and falling back some paces from her, Gazed ardently awhile, then rushed at once, And throwing all himself into her bosom, There softly sighed- Oh, night of ecstacy! When shall we meet again?'-Don Carlos, then, Led Leonora forth. Aton. Oh, oh my heart! [He sinks into a chair. Zan. Groan on, and with the sound refresh my soul! 'Tis through his heart; his knees smite one another: Leon. My lord Alonzo, you are absent from us, My lord, my lord, why do And quite undo our joy. Alon. I'll come, my love; Be not our friends deserted by us both; I'll follow you this moment. ye rack my soul? Speak to me, let me know that you still live. Do not you know me, sir? Pray, look upon me: You think too deeply- -I am your own Zanga, So loved, so cherished, and so faithful to you. Why start you in such fury? Nay, my lord, Fool that I was, to trust you with the secret, scorn, And prudent rage, that was to cure your grief, Why should the vanquished triumph? Alon. Would to Heaven That I were lower still! Oh, she was all!- To think on't-is the torment of the damned, Am I not most distracted? Zan. Pray, be calm. Alon. As hurricanes: be thou assured of that. Zan. Is this the wise Alonzo? Tear them asunder-Murder-How they grind My heart betwixt them!-Oh, let go my heart! Yet let it go- -Embracing and embraced! Oh, pestilence!-Who let him in?—A traitor. [Goes to stab ZANGA, he prevents him. Alas, my head turns round, and my limbs fail me! Zan. My lord! Alon. Oh, villain, villain, most accurst! If thou didst know it, why didst let me wed? Zan. Hear me, my lord, your anger will abate. I knew it not :-I saw them in the garden; But saw no more than you might well expect To see in lovers destined for each other. By Heaven I thought their meeting innocent. Who could suspect fair Leonora's virtue, Till after-proofs conspired to blacken it? Sad proofs, which came too late, which broke not out, (Eternal curses on Alvarez' haste!) Till holy rites had made the wanton yours; Alon. Live now, be damned hereafter-for I Oh, night of ecstacy!-Ha! was't not so? As he is going, enter LEONORA. Ha! I'm surprised! I stagger at her charms! Leon. My lord, excuse me; see, a second time Alon. This moment, Leonora, I was coming To thee, and all-but sure, or I mistake, Or thou canst well inspire my friends with joy. Leon. Why sighs my lord? Alon. I sighed not, Leonora. Leon. I thought you did; your sighs are mine, my lord, And I shall feel them all. Alon. Dost flatter me! Leon. If my regards for you are flattery, Full far indeed I stretched the compliment In this day's solemn rite. Alon. What rite? Leon. You sport me. Alon. Indeed I do, my heart is full of mirth. Leon. And so is mine-I look on chearfulness, As on the health of virtue. Alon. Virtue! Damn Leon. What says my lord! Alon. Thou art exceeding fair. Leon. Beauty alone is but of little worth; But when the soul and body of a piece, Both shine alike, then they obtain a price, And are a fit reward for gallant actions, Shall be cleared up, and thou shalt not condemn me. [Exit LEON. Heaven's pay on earth for such great souls as Oh, how like innocence she looks!-What, stab Leon. How, my lord! I interrupt you. This hand is mine—Oh, what a hand is here! Alon. What less can speak my joy? I gaze, and I forget my own existence: And wherefore-Oh! Why, I could gaze upon thy looks for ever, Leon. How, my lord! what mean you? [Taking his hand. And I will have it. Am not I your wife? Have not I just authority to know That heart which I have purchased with my own? Lay it before me then; it is my due. Unkind Alonzo! though I might demand it, Behold I kneel! See, Leonora kneels, And deigns to be a beggar for her own! Tell me the secret, I conjure you tell me. The bride foregoes the homage of her day, Alvarez' daughter trembles in the dust. Speak, then, I charge you speak, or I expire, And load you with my death! My lord, my lord! Alon. Ha, ha, ha! [He breaks from her, and she sinks upon the floor. Leon. Are these the joys which fondly I conceived? And is it thus a wedded life begins? He that should hear, should succour, should redress, He is the source of all. Alon. Go to thy chamber; I soon will follow; that which now disturbs thee her! And rush into her blood!- -I never can! Enter ZANGA. Zan. I fear his heart has failed him. She must die. Can I not rouse the snake that's in his bosom, To sting our human nature and effect it! [Aside. Alon. This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies through which it rolls, must all have end! What then is man? the smallest part of nothing! Day buries day, month month, and year the year Our life is but a chain of many deaths. Can, then, death's self be feared? our life much rather. Life is the desert, life the solitude, 'Tis pleasure, 'tis ambition then to die. Zun. I think, my lord, you talked of death. Zan. I give you joy; then Leonora's dead. Alon. No, Zanga, the greatest guilt is mine, 'Tis mine, who might have marked his midnight visit; Who might have marked his tameness to resign her; Who might have marked her sudden turn of love: Alon. To shed a woman's blood Would stain my sword, and make my wars inglorious; But just resentment to myself bears in it Zun. Alas, my lord, 'Tis not your reason, but her beauty finds Nor more upbraid the weakness of thy lord. Men are but men; we did not make ourselves. And each shall cast a smile upon my tomb! Against those scenes which I am doomed to suf- But to forget, and so to love again. fer! Alon. What dost thou mean? Oh, grief of heart to think that you should ask it! Is sheathed in steel, and bent on other thoughts. [Aside. Yes, till the fever of his blood returns, But not in grief-sad obsequies to thee!- O'ertake him on the road, and see it done. Zan. I dare not disobey. In Carlos' grave! You know not womankind. Another, and another, and another! Alon. Oh! Zan. If you forgive, the world will call you good; If you forget, the world will call you wise; Alon. Zanga, I understand thee well. She dies! Though my arm trembles at the stroke, she dies. Zan. That's truly great. What think you 'twas set up The Greek and Roman name in such a lustre, A third, the theme of all succeeding times, I had forgot it, 'tis my bridal night. Eternal curtains round our nuptial bed, [Exeunt. |