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And be a man again-Had he enjoyed her, O Leonora! Leonora !

(Erit, Be most assured, he had resigned her to you With less reluctance.

Enter ISABELLA. Alon. Ha! Resign her to me!

Zan. Thus far it works auspiciously. My paResign her!-Who resigned heri-Double death!

tient How could I doubt so long? My heart is broke. Thrives underneath my hand in misery. First love her to distraction ! then resign her! He's gone to think; that is, to be distracted.

Zan. But was it not with utmost agony? Isa. I overheard your conference, and saw you, Alon. Grant that, he still resigned her; that's To my amazement, tear the letter. enough.

Zan. There, Would he pluck out his eye to give it me? There, Isabella, I out-did myself; Tear out his heart?-She was his heart no more- For tearing it, I not secure it only Nor was it with reluctance he resigned her! In its first force, but superadd a new ;. By Heaven, he asked, he courted me to wed. For who can now the character examine, I thought it strange ; 'tis now no longer so. To cause a doubt, much less detect the fraud ? Zan. Was it his request? Are you right sure And after tearing it, as loth to shew of that?

The foul contents, if I should swear it now I fear the letter was not all a tale.

A forgery, my lord would disbelieve me; Alon. A tale! There's proof equivalent to Nay, more, would disbelieve the more I swore. sight.

But is the picture happily disposed of? Zan. I should distrust my sight on this occa- Isa. It is. sion.

Zan. That's well-Ah! what is well ! O pang Alon, And so should I : by Heaven I think I

to think! should.

O dire necessity! is this my province ? What! Leonora, the divine, by whom

Whither, my soul ! ah, whither art thou sunk We guessed at angels ! Oh! I'm all confusion. Beneath thy sphere? Ere while, far, far above Zan. You now are too much ruffled to think Such little arts, dissembling, falsehoods, frauds, clearly.

The trash of villany itself, which falls Since bliss and horror, life and death hang on it, To cowards, and poor wretches wanting bread. Go to your chamber, there maturely weigh Does this become a soldier? This become Each circumstance; consider, above all,

Whom armies followed, and a people loved ? That it is jealousy's peculiar nature

My martial glory withers at the thought. Toswell small things to great; nay, out of nought But great my end; and since there are no other, To conjure much, and then to lose its reason These means are just; they shine with borrowed Amid the hideous phantoms it has formed.

light, Alon. Had I ten thousand lives, I'd give them Illustrious from the purpose they pursue.

And greater sure my merit, who, to gain To be deceived. I fear 'tis doomsday with me. A point sublime, can such a task sustain; And yet she seemed so pure, that I thought Hea- To wade through ways obscene my honour bend, ven

And shock my nature, to attain my end. Borrowed her form for virtue's self

to wear, Late time shall wonder ; that my joys will raise; To gain her lovers with the sons of men. For wonder is involuntary praise.




Enter Don ALONZO and ZANGA.
Alon. Oh, what a pain to think! when every

Perplexing thought, in intricacies runs,
And reason knits the inextricable toil,
In which herself is taken ! I am lost,
Poor insect that I am ; I am involved,
And buried in the web myself have wrought !
One argument is balanced by another,
And reason, reason meets in doubtful fight,
And proofs are countermined by equal proofs.
No more I'll bear this battle of the mind,
This inward anarchy; but find my wife,

And to her trembling heart presenting death,
Force all the secret from her.

Zan. O, forbear!
You totter on the very brink of ruin.

Alon. What dost thou mean?

Zan. That will discover all,
And kill my hopes. What can I think or do!

Alon. What dost thou murmur?

Zan. Force the secret from her!
What's perjury to such a crime as this !
Will she confess it then? O, groundless hope !
But rest assured, she'll make this accusation,
Or false or true, your ruin with the king;
Such is her father's power.

Alon. No more, I care not ;,

Rather than groan beneath this load, I'll die. Leon. My good lord,
Zan. But for what better will you change this I do observe severity of thought

Upon your brow. Aught hear you from the Grant you should know it, would not that be

Moors ? worse?

Alon. No, my delight. Alon. No; it would cure me of my mortal Leon. What then employed your mind ? pangs :

Alon. Thou love, and only thou; so Heaven By hatred and contempt I should despise her,

befriend me, And all my love-bred agonies would vanish. As other thought can find no entrance here. Zan. Ah! were I sure of that, my lord

Leon. How good in you, my lord, whom naAlon. What then?

tions cares Zan. You should not hazard life to gain the Solicit, and a world in arms obeys, secret.

To drop one thought on me! Alon. What dost thou mean? Thou know'st

[He shews the utmost impatience. I'm on the rack.

Alon. Dost thou then prize it?
I'll not be played with; speak, if thou hast aught, Leon. Do you then ask it?
Or I this instant fly to Leonora.

Alon. Know then, to thy comfort,
Zan. That is, to death. My lord, I am not yet Thou hast me all, my throbbing heart is full
Quite so far gone in guilt to suffer it,

With thee alone; I have thought of nothing else; Though gone too far, Heaven knows.—'Tis I am Nor shall, I from my soul believe, till death. guilty ;

My life, our friends expect thee. I have took pains, as you, I know, observed, Leon. I obey.

[Erit. To hinder you from diving in the secret,

Alon. Is that the face of cursed hypocrisy ? And turned aside your thoughts from the detec- If she is guilty, stars are made of darkness, tion.

And beauty shall no more belong to Heaven ! Alon. Thou dost confound me!

Don Carlos did return at dead of nightZun. I confound myself,

Proceed, good Zanga; so thy tale began. And frankly own it, though to my shame I own Zun. Don Carlos did return at dead of night; it;

That night by chance (ill chance for me) did I Nought but your life in danger could have torn Command the watch that guards the palace gate. The secret out, and made me own my crime. He told me he had letters for the king, Alon. Speak quickly; Zanga, speak.

Dispatched from you. Zan. Not yet, dread sir :

Alon. The villain lied !
First, I must be assured, that if


Zan. My lord,
The fair one guilty, scorn, as you assured me, I

pray, forbear. — Transported at his sight, Shall conquer love and rage, and heal your soul. After so long a bondage, and your friend, Alon. Oh! 'twill, by Heaven !

(Who could suspect him of an artifice ?) Zan. Alas! I fear it much,

No farther I enquired, but let him pass, And scarce can hope so far; but I of this False to my trust, at least imprudent in it. Exact your solemn oath, that you'll abstain Our watch relieved, I went into the garden, From all self-violence, and save my lord. As is my custom when the night's serene, Alon. I trebly swear.

And took a moon-light walk : when soon I heard Zan. You'll bear it like a man?

A rustling in an arbour that was near me. Alon. A god.

I saw two lovers in each other's arms, Zan. Such have you been to me; these tears Embracing and embraced. Anon the man confess it,

Arose, and falling back some paces from her, And poured forth miracles of kindness on me: Gazed ardently awhile, then rushed at once, And what amends is now within my power, And throwing all himself into her bosom, But to confess, expose myself to justice, There softly sighed — Oh, night of ecstacy ! And, as a blessing, claim my punishment ? When shall we meet again ?--Don Carlos, then, Know, then, Don Carlos

Led Leonora forth. Alon. Oh!

Alon. Oh, oh my heart ! Zan. You cannot bear it.

(He sinks into a chair. Alon. Go on, I'll have it, though it blast man- Zan. Groan on, and with the sound refresh

kind; I'll have it all, and instantly. Go on.

'Tis through his heart ; his knees smite one Zan. Don Carlos did return at dead of night

another :

'Tis through his brain; his eye-balls roll in anEnter LEONORA.


[Aside. Leon. My lord Alonzo, you are absent from us, My lord, my lord, why do ye


sout? And quite undo our joy.

Speak to me, let me know that you still live. Alon. I'll come, my love;

Do not you know me, sir? Pray, look upon me: Be not our friends deserted by us both;

You think too deeply-I am your own Zanga, I'll follow you this moment.

So loved, so cherished, and so faithful to you

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my soul !

Why start you in stich fury? Nay, my lord, Tear them asunder-Murder How they grind For Heaven's sake sheath your sword! What can My heart betwixt them Oh, let go my heart ! this mean?

Yet let it go

-Embracing and embraced ! Fool that I was, to trust you with the secret, Oh, pestilence !Who let him in?-A traitor. And you unkind to break your word with me.

(Goes to stab ZANGA, he prevents hhn. Oh, passion for a woman! On the ground ! Alas, my head turns round, and my limbs fail Where is your boasted courage? Where your me! scorn,

Zan. My lord !
And prudent rage, that was to cure your grief, Alon. Oh, villain, villain, most accurst!
And chase your love-bred agonies away?

If thou didst know it, why didst let me wed? Rise, sir, for honour's sake. Why should the Zun. Hear me, my lord, your anger will abate. Moors,

I knew it not :- I saw them in the garden; Why should the vanquished triumph?

But saw no more than you might well expect Ålon. Would to Heaven

To see in lovers destined for each other. That I were lower still! Oh, she was all! - By Heaven I thought their meeting innocent. My fame, my friendship, and my love of arms, Who could suspect fair Leonora's

virtue, All stoop to her; my blood was her possession. Till after-proofs conspired to blacken it? Deep in the secret foldings of my heart Sad proofs, which came too late, which broke not She lived with life, and far the dearer she.

out, But-and no more-set nature on a blaze, (Eternal curses on Alvarez' haste!) Give her a fit of jealousy-away

Till holy rites had made the wanton yours; To think on't-is the torment of the damned, And then, I own, I laboured to conceal it, And not to think on’t is impossible.

In duty and compassion to your peace. How fair the cheek that first alarmed my soul! Alon. Live now, be damned hereafter—for I How bright the eye that set it on a flame!

want thee. How soft the breast on which I laid my peace Oh, night of ecstacy !-Ha! was’t not so? For years to slumber, unawaked by care! I will enjoy this murder. -Let me thinkHow fierce the transport! how sublime the bliss ! The jasmine bower—'tis secret and remote : How deep, how black, the horror and despair ! Go wait me there, and take thy dagger with thee. Zan. You said you would bear it like a man.

(Erit ZANGA. Alon. I do.

How the sweet sound still sings within my ear! Am I not most distracted?

When shall we meet again ?-To-night, in hello Zan. Pray, be calm. Alon. As hurricanes: be thou assured of that. As he is going, enter LEONORA. Sun. Is this the wise Alonzo ?

Ha! I'm surprised! I stagger at her charms ! Alon. Villain, no!

Oh, angel-devil !Shall I stab her now? He died in the arbour-he was murdered there! No-it shall be as I at first determined. I am his dæmon though—My wife my To kill her now, were half my vengeance lost. wife!

Then must I now dissemble if I can. Zan. Alas! he weeps.

Leon. My lord, excuse me; see, a second time Alon. Go, dig her grave!

I come in embassy from all your friends, Zan. My lord!

Whose joys are languid uninspired hy you. Alon. But that her blood's too hot, I would Alon. This moment, Leonora, I was coming carouse it

To thee, and all but sure, or I mistake, Around my bridal board!

Or thou canst well inspire my friends with joy. Zun. And I would pledge thee. [Aside. Leon. Why sighs my lord ? Alon. But I may talk too fast. Pray, let me Alon. I sighed not, Leonora. think,

Leon. I thought you did; your sighs are mine, And reason mildly. Wedded and undone Before one night descends! Oh, hasty evil ! And I shall feel them all. What friend to comfort me in my extreme! dlon. Dost flatter me ! Where's Carlos, why is Carlos absent from me? Leon. If my regards for you are flattery, Does he know what has happened?

Full far indeed I stretched the compliment Zan. My good lord !

In this day's solemn rite. Alon. O, depth of horror! He !—My bosom Alon. What rite? friend!

Leon. You sport me. Zan. Alas, compose yourself, my


Alon. Indeed I do, my heart is full of mirth. Alon. To death.

Leon. And so is mine- -I look on chearfulGaze on her with both eyes so ardently!

ness, Give them the vultures, tear him all in pieces ! As on the health of virtue. Zan. Most excellent!

(Aside. Alon. Virtue!

-DamnAlon. Hark! you can keep a secret.

Leon. What says my lord! In yonder arbour, bound with jasınine

Alon. Thou art exceeding fair. Who's that? What villain's that? Unhand her- Leon. Beauty alone is but of little worth ; Murder !

Bụt when the soul and body of a piece,

my lord,


Both shine alike, then they obtain a price, Shall be cleared up, and thou shalt not condemn And are a fit reward for gallant actions,

(Exit LEON. Heaven's pay on earth for such great souls as Oh, how like innocence she looks ! -What, stab your's ;

her! Iffair and innocent, I am your due.

And rush into her blood !- -I never can! Alon, Innocent!

[Aside. In her guilt shines, and nature holds my hand. Leon. How, my lord! I interrupt you. How then? Why thus—No more; it is deterAlon. No, my best life! I must not part with


Enter ZANGA.
This hand is mine-Oh, what a hand is here!
So soft, souls sink into it, and are lost!

Zan. I fear his heart has failed him. She must Leon. In tears, my lord ?

die. Alon. What less can speak my joy?

Can I not rouse the snake that's in his bosom, I gaze, and I forget my own existence:

To sting our human nature and effect it! T'is all a vision-my head swims in heaven!

[Aside. Wherefore! oh, wherefore this expence of Alon. This vast and solid earth, that þlazing beauty ?

sun, And wherefore-Oh!

Those skies through which it rolls, must all have Why, I could gaze upon thy looks for ever,

end! And drink in all my being from thine eyes:

What then is man? the smallest part of nothing! And I could snatch a flaming thunderbolt, Day buries day, month month, and year the And hurl destruction!

yearLeon. How, my lord! what mean you? Our life is but a chain of many deaths. Acquaint me with the secret of your heart, Can, then, death's self be feared ? our life much Or cast me out for ever from your love!

rather. Alon, Art thou concerned for me?

Life is the desert, life the solitude, Leon. My lord, you fright me.

Death joins us to the great majority: Is this the fondness of your nuptial hour? 'Tis to be borne to Plato's, and to Cæsars ; I am ill-used, my lord, I must not bear it. 'Tis to be great for ever; Why, when I woo your hand, is it denied me? 'Tis pleasure, 'tis ambition then to die.

Your very eyes, why are they taught to shun me? Zun. I think, my lord, you talked of death. Nay, my good lord, I have a title here,

Alon. I did.

[Taking his hand. Zan. I give you joy; then Leonora's dead. And I will have it. Am not I your wife? Alon. No, Zanga, the greatest guilt is mine, Have not I just authority to know

'Tis mine, who might have marked his midnight That heart which I have purchased with my own?

visit; Lay it before me then; it is my due.

Who might have marked his tameness to resign Unkind Alonzo! though I might demand it,

her; Behold I kneel! See, Leonora kneels,

Who might have marked her sudden turn of love: And deigns to be a beggar for her own! These, and a thousand tokens more; and yet Tell me the secret, I conjure you tell me. (For which the saints absolve my soul!) did wed. The bride foregoes the homage of her day,

Zan. Where does this tend? Alvarez' daughter trembles in the dust.

Alon. To shed a woman's blood Speak, then, I charge you speak, or I expire, Would stain my sword, and make my wars inAnd load you with my death! My lord, my

glorious; lord!

But just resentment to myself bears in it Alon. Ha, ha, ha!

A stamp of greatness above vulgar minds. [He breaks from her, and she sinks upon He, who, superior to the checks of nature, the floor.

Dares make his life the victim of his reason, Leon. Are these the joys which fondly I con- Does in some sort that reason deify, ceived ?

And take a flight at heaven, And is it thus a wedded life begins ?

Zun. Alas, my lord, What did I part with, when I gave my heart! 'Tis not your reason, but her beauty finds I knew not that all happiness went with it. Those arguments, and throws you on your sword. Why did I leave my tender father's wing, You cannot close an eye that is so bright; And venture into love! The maid that loves, You cannot strike a breast that is so soft, Goes out to sea upon a shattered plank,

That has ten thousand ecstacies in store And puts her trust in miracles for safety. For Carlos-No, my lord, I mean for you. Where shall I sigh? where pour out my com- Alon. Oh, through my heart and marrow ! plaints

Prithee spare me; He that should hear, should succour, should re- Nor more upbraid the weakness of thy lord. dress,

I own, I tried, I quarrelled with my heart, He is the source of all."

And pushed it on, and bid it give her death; Alon. Go to thy chamber;

But, oh, her eyes struck first, and murdered me! I soon will follow; that which now disturbs thee Zan. I know not what to answer to my lord.

'twas set up

Men are but men; we did not make ourselves. And each shall cast a smile upon my tomb! Farewell, then, my best lord, since you must die. I am convinced; I must not, will not die. Oh, that I were to share your monument,

Zan. You cannot die; nor can you murder her. And in eternal darkness close these eyes What then remains? In nature no third way, Against those scenes which I am doomed to suf- But to forget, and so to love again. fer!

Alon. Oh! Alon. What dost thou mean?

Zan. If you forgive, the world will call you Zan. And is it then unknown?

good; Oh, grief of heart to think that you should ask it! If you forget, the world will call you wise ; Sure you distrust that ardent love I bear you, If you receive her to your grace again, Else could you doubt when you are laid in dust- The world will call you—very, very kind. But it will cut my poor heart through and through, Alon. Zanga, I understand thee well. She To see those revel on your sacred tomb,

dies! Who brought you thither by their lawless loves! Though my arm trembles at the stroke, she dies. For there they'll revel, and exult to find

Zan. That's truly great.

What think you Him sleep so fast, who else might mar their joys. Alon. Distraction !- -But Don Carlos, well The Greek and Roman name in such a lustre, thou know'st,

But doing right in stern despite to nature, Is sheathed in steel, and bent on other thoughts. Shutting their ears to all her little cries, Zan. I'll work him to the murder of his friend. When great, august, and godlike justice called?

[Aside. At Aulis, one poured out a daughter's life, Yes, till the fever of his blood returns,

And gained more glory than by all his wars ; While her last kiss still glows upon his cheek. Another slew his sister in just rage ; But when he finds Alonzo is no more,

A third, the theme of all succeeding times, How will he rush like lightning to her arms! Gave to the cruel axe a darling son. There sigh, there languish, there pour out his Nay, more, for justice some devote them elves, soul;

As he at Carthage, an immortal name! But not in griefsad obsequies to thee ! Yet there is one step left above them all, But thou wilt be at peace, nor see, nor hear Above their history, above their fable; The burning kiss, the sigh of ecstacy,

A wife, bride, mistress, unenjoyed do that, Their throbbing hearts that jostle one another: And tread upon the Greek and Roman glory. Thank Heaven, these torments will be all my own. dlon. 'Tis done! Again new transports fire Alon. I'll ease thee of that pain. Let Carlos die !

I had forgot it, 'tis my bridal night. O’ertake him on the road, and see it done. Friend, give me joy, we must be gay together; 'Tis my command.

(Gives his signet. See that the festival be duly honoured. Zan. I dare not disobey.

And when with garlands the full bowl is crowned, Alon. My Zanga, now I have thy leave to die. And music gives the elevating sound, Zan. Ah, sir! think, think again. Are all men And golden

carpets spread the sacred floor, buried

And a new day the blazing tapers pour; In Carlos' grave! You know not womankind. Thou, Zanga, thou my solemn friends invite, When once the throbbing of the heart has broke From the dark realms of everlasting night; The modest zone with which it first was tied, Call Vengeance, call the Furies, call Despair, Each man she meets will be a Carlos to her. And Death, our chief invited guest, be there; Alon. That thought has more of hell than had He, with pale hand, shall lead the bride, and the former.

spread Another, and another, and another!

Eternal curtains round our nuptial bed. (Exeunt.

my brain :



am I?

Alon. Oh, pitiful! oh, terrible to sight!
Poor mangled shade! all covered o'er with

And so disguised with blood !Who murdered

Tell thy sad tale, and thou shalt be revenged.
Ha! Carlos –Horror ! Carlos !-Oh, away!
Go to the grave, or let me sink to mine.


I cannot bear the sight-What sight?-Where
There's nothing here-If this was Fancy's work,
She draws a picture strongly-

Enter ZANGA.
Zan. Ha! you're pale.
Alon. Is Carlos murdered?

Zan. I obeyed your order.
Six ruffians overtook him on the road;
He fought as he was wont, and four he slew,
Then sunk beneath an hundred wounds to death.


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