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His last breath blest Alonzo, and desired How shudders every leaf without a wind !
His bones might rest near yours.

How every green is as the ivy pale!
Alon. Oh, Zanga! Zanga!

Did ever midnight ghosts assemble here? But I'll not think: for I must act, and thinking Have these sweet echoes ever learned to groan? Would ruin me for action. Oh, the medley Joy-giving, love-inspiring, holy bower! Of right and wrong! the chaos of my brain ! Know, in thy fragrant bosom thou receivest He should, and should not die-You should obey, A-murderer! Oh, I shall stain thy lilies, And not obey- It is a day of darkness, And horror will usurp the seat of bliss. Of contradictions, and of many deaths.

So Lucifer broke into paradise, Where's Leonora, then? Quick, answer me: And soon damnation followed. [He adounces.] I'm deep in horrors, I'll be deeper still,

Ha! she sleeps I find thy artifice did take effect,

The day's uncommon heat has overcome her. And she forgives my late deportment to her, Then take, my longing eyes, your last full gaze. Zan. I told her, from your childhood you was Oh, what a sight is here ! how dreadful fair! wont,

Who would not think that being innocent ? On any great surprise, but chiefly then

Where shall I strike! Who strikes her, strikes When cause of sorrow bore it company,

himself; To have your passions shake the seat of reason; My own life-blood will issue at her wound. A momentary ill, which soon blew o'er.

Oh,

my distracted heart !-Oh, cruel Heaven ! Then did I tell her of Don Carlos' death, To give such charms as these, and then call man, (Wisely suppressing by what means he fell) Mere man, to be your executioner. And laid the blame on that. At first she doubt-Was it because it was too hard for you?

But see, she smiles ! I never shall smile more. But such the honest artifice I used,

It strongly tempts me to a parting kiss. And such her ardent wish it should be true,

[Going, he starts back. That she, at length, was fully satisfied.

Ha! smile again. 'She dreams of him she loves. Alon. 'Twas well she was. In our late inter- Curse on her charms! I'll stab her through them view,

all. (As he is going to strike, she wakes. My passion so far threw me from my guard, Leon. My lord, your stay was long, and yonder Methinks 'tis strange that, conscious of her guilt,

lull
She saw not, through its thin disguise, my heart. Of falling waters tempted me to rest,

Zan. But what design you, sir, and how ? Dispirited with noon's excessive heat.
Alon. I'll tell thee,

Ålon. Ye powers, with what an eye she mends Thus I've ordained it. In the jasmine bower,

the day! The place which she dishonoured with her guilt, while they were closed, I should have given the There will I meet her; the appointment's made;

blow.

(Aside. And calmly spread (for I can do it now) Oh, for a last embrace! and then for justice: The blackness of her crime before her sight, Thus, Heaven and I shall both be satisfied. And then, with all the cool solemnity

Leon. What says my lord ! Of public justice, give her to the grave. [Exit. Alon. Why this Alonzo says ; Zan. Why, get thee gone! horror and night go If love were endless, men were gods; 'tis that with thee.

Does counterbalance travel, danger, painSisters of Acheron, go hand in hand;

'Tis Heaven's expedient to make mortals bear Go dance around the bower, and close them The light, and cheat them of the peaceful grave.

Leon, Alas, my lord ! why talk you of the And tell them that I sent you to salute them. Profane the ground, and for th' ambrosial rose, Your friend is dead: in friendship you sustain And breath of jasmine, let hemlock blacken, A mighty loss ; repair it with my love. And deadly nightshade poison all the air.

Alon. Thy love, thou piece of witchcraft! I For the sweet nightingale may ravens croak, Toads pant, and adders rustle through the leaves; Thou briglitest angel! I could gaze May serpents, winding up the trees, let fall Where hadst thou this, enchantress, tell me Their hissing necks upon them from above,

where, And mingie kisses such as I could give them! Which, with a touch, works miracles, boils up

[Erit. My blood to tumults, and turns round my brain?

Even now thou swim'st before me. I shall lose SCENE II.-The Bower.

thee

No, I will make thee sure, and clasp thee all. LEONORA sleeping. Enter Alonzo. Who turned this slender waist with so much Alon. Ye amaranths! ye roses, like the morn!

art, Sweet myrtles, and ye golden orange groves! And shut perfection in so small a ring? Why do you smile? Why do you look so fair? Who spread that pure expanse of white above, Are ye not blasted as I enter in?

On which the dazzled sight can find no rest, Yes, see how every flower lets fall its head! But, drunk with beauty, wanders up and down

in;

grave?

would say,

for ever.

For ever, and for ever finds new charms ? I scorn and hate, yet love him and adore.
But oh, those eyes! those murderers! Oh I cannot, will not, dare not think it true,
whence,
Till from himself I know it.

[Erit. Whence didst thou steal their burning orbs ? Zan. This succeeds From heaven?

Just to my wish. Now she, with violence, Thou didst : and 'tis religion to adore them. Upbraids him; he, well knowing she is guilty,

Leon. My best Alonzo, inoderate your thoughts; Rages no less; and if, on either side,
Extremes still fright me, though of love itself. The waves run high, there still live hopes of ruin.

Alon. Extremes indeed! it hurried me away ;
But I come home again-and now for justice-

Enter ALONZO, And now for death. It is impossible

My lord Sure such were made by Heaven guiltless to sin, Alon. Oh, Zanga, hold thy peace! I am no Or in their guilt to laugh at punishment. [Aside.

coward; I leave her to just Heaven.

But Heaven itself did hold my hand; I felt it, \ Drops the dagger, and goes off. By the well-being of my soul, I did. Leon. Ha, a dagger!

I'll think of vengeance at another season.
What dost thou say, thou minister of death? Zun. My lord, her guilt-
What dreadful tale dost tell me? Let me Alon. Perdition on thee, Moor,
think-

For that one word! Ah, do not rouse that

thought! Enter ZANGA.

I have o'erwhelmed it as much as possible : Zan. Death to my towering hopes! Oh, fall Away, then, let us talk of other things. from high!

I tell thee, Moor, I love her to distraction. My close, long-laboured scheme at once is blasted. If 'tis my shame, why, be it so I love her ; That dagger, found, will cause her to enquire; Nor can í help it ; 'tis imposed upon me Enquiry will discover all; my hopes

By some superior and resistless power. Of vengeance perish; I myself am lost

I could not hurt her to be lord of earth; Curse on the coward's heart! wither his hand, It shocks my nature like a stroke from Heaven, Which held the steel in vain! What can be Angels defend her, as if innocent. done?

But see, my Leonora comes-Begone. Where can I fix ?- That's something still — 'twill

[Erit Zan. breed Fell rage and bitterness betwixt their souls,

Enter LEONORA. Which may, perchance, grow up to greater evil: Oh, seen for ever, yet for ever new! If not, 'tis all I can—It shall be so. (Aside. The conquered thou dost conquer o'er again,

Leon. Oh, Zanga, I am sinking in my fears ! Inflicting wound on wound. Alonzo dropped this dagger as he left me,

Leon. Alas, my lord, And left me in a strange disorder too.

What need of this to me? What can this mean? Angels preserve his life! Alon. Ha! dost thou weep? Zan, Yours, madam, yours.

Leon. Have I no cause? Leon. What, Zanga, dost thou say?

Alon. If love is thy concern, 2an. Carry you goodness, nen, to such ex- Thou hast no cause : none ever loved like me, tremes,

But wherefore this? Is it to break my heart, So blinded to the faults of him you love,

Which loses so much blood for every tear? That you perceive not he is jealous ? .

Lcon. Is it so tender? Leon. Heavens !

Alon. Is it not? Oh, Heaven! And yet a thousand things recur that swear it. Doubt of my love!, Why, I am nothing else; What villain could inspire him with that thought? It quite absorbs my every other passion. It is not of the growth of his own nature. Oh, that this one embrace would last for ever! Zan. Some villain, who, hell knows; but he is Leon. Could this man ever mean to wrong my jealous;

virtue? And 'tis most fit a heart so pure as yours

Could this man e'er design upon my life? Do itself justice, and assert its honour,

Impossible! I throw away the thought. [Aside,
And make him conscious of its stab to virtue. These tears declare how much I taste the joy
Leon. Jealous ! it sickens at my heart. Un- of being folded in your arms and heart;
kind,

My universe does lie within that space.
Ungenerous, groundless, weak, and insolent! This dagger bore false witness.
Why, wherefore, and what shadow of occasion ? Alon. Ha, my dagger !
'Tis fascination, 'tis the wrath of Heaven It rouses horrid images. Away,
For the collected crimes of all his race.

Away with it, and let us talk of love,
Oh, how the great man lessens to my thought ! Plunge ourselves deep into the sweet illusion
How could so mean a vice as jealousy,

And hide us there from every other thought. Un natural child of ignorance and guilt,

Leon. It touches you. Which tears and feeds upon its parent's heart,

Alon, Let's talk of love. Live in a throng of such exalted virtues ?

Leon. Of death!

own,

me:

pain!

Alon. As thou lov'st happiness

Leon. Arts!: Leon. Of murder!

Alon. Arts. Confess; for death is in my hand. Alon. Rash,

Leon. 'Tis in your words. Rash woman ! yet forbear.

Alon. Confess, confess, confess! Leon. Approve my wrongs!

Nor tear my veins with passion to compel thee. Alon. Then must I fly, for thy sake and my Leon. I scorn to answer thee, presumptuous

man! Leon. Nay, by my injuries, you first must hear Alon. Deny, then, and incur a fouler shame.

Where did I find this picture? Stab me, then think it much to hear my groan! Leon. Ha, Don Carlos! Alon. Heaven strike me deaf!

By my best hopes, more welcome than thy own, Leon. It well may sting you home.

Alon. I know it; but is vice so very rank, Alon. Alas, thou quite mistak'st my cause of That thou shouldst dare to dash it in my face?

Nature is sick of thee, abandoned woman!
Yet, yet dismiss me; I am all in flames.

Leon. Repent.
Leon. Who has most cause, you or myself? Alon. Is that for me?
What act

Leon. Fall, ask my pardon.
Of my whole life encouraged you to this?

Alon. Astonishment! Or of your own, what guilt has drawn it on you? Leon. Dars't thou persist to think I am disYou find me kind, and think me kind to all;

honest! The weak, ungenerous error of your sex.

Alon. I know thee so. What could inspire the thought? We oftenest Leon. This blow, then, to thy heartjudge

(She stabs herself, he endeavours to preFrom our own hearts; and is yours then so frail,

vent her, It prompts you to conceive thus ill of me? Alon. Hoa, Zanga! Isabella! hoa! she bleeds! He that can stoop to harbour such a thought, Descend, ye blessed angels, to assist her! Deserves to find it true. [Holding him. Leon. This is the only way that I would wound Alon. Oh, sex, sex, sex ! (Turning on her.

thee, The language of you all. Ill-fated woman! Though most unjust. Now think me guilty still. Why hast thou forced me back into the gulf

Enter ISABELLA, Of agonies I had blocked up from thought? I know the cause; thou saw'st me impotent Alon. Bear her to instant help! The world to Ere while to hurt thee, therefore thou turn'st on

save her! me;

Leon. Unhappy man! well may'st thou gaze But, by the pangs I suffer, to thy woe:

and tremble: For, since thou hast replunged me in my torture, But fix thy terror and amazement right ; I will be satisfied.

Not on my blood, but on thy own distraction. Leon. Be satisfied!

What hast thou done? Whom censured ?-LeaAlon. Yes, thy own mouth shall witness it a

nora! gainst thee.

When thou hast censured, thou wouldst save her I will be satisfied.

life; Leon. Of what ?

Oh, inconsistent ! Should I live in shame, Alon. Of what !

Or stoop to any other means but this How dar'st thou ask that question? Woman, wo- To assert my virtue? No; she who disputes, man,

Admits it possible she might be guilty. Weak and assured at once! thus 'tis for ever. While aught but truth could be my inducement Who told thee that thy virtue was suspected?

to it, Who told thee I designed upon thy life? While it might look like an excuse to thee, You found the dagger; but that could not speak : I scorned to vindicate my innocence ; Nor did I tell thee; who did tell thee, then? But now, I let thy rashness know, the wound, Guilt, conscious guilt!

Which least I feel, is that my dagger made. Leon. This to my face! Oh, Heaven!

(ISABELLA leads out LEONORA. Alon. This to thy very soul.

Alon. Ha! was this woman guilty ?-And if Leon. Thou art not in earnest?

notAlon. Serious as death.

How my thoughts darken that way! Grant, kind Leon. Then Heaven have mercy on thee!

Heaven, Till now, I struggled not to think it true; That she prove guilty, or my being end! I shunned conviction, and would not believe it. Is that my hope, then ?-Sure the sacred dust And dost thou force me? This shall not be borne; Of her that bore me trembles in its urn. Thou shalt repent this insult.

[Going: Is it in man the sore distress to bear, Alon. Madam, stay.

When hope itself is blackened to despair ; Your passion's wise 'tis a disguise for guilt : When all the bliss I pant for, is to gain, 'Tis my turn now to fix you here awhile; In hell, a refuge from severer pain ? [Erit. You and your thousand arts shall not escape me.

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Let Afric and her hundred thrones rejoice: SCENE III.

Oh, my dear countrymen, look down, and see

How I bestride your prostrate conqueror! Enter ZANGA.

I tread on haughty Spain, and all her kings. Zan. How stands the great account 'twixt me But this is mercy, this is my indulgence ; and vengeance?

'Tis peace, 'tis refuge from my indignation. Though much is paid, yet still it owes me much, I must awake him into horrors. Hoa! And I will not abate a single groan.

Alonzo, hoa! the Moor is at the gate !
Ha! that were well-but that were fatal too- Awake, invincible, omnipotent!
Why, be it so-Revenge, so truly great,

Thou who dost all subdue ! Would come too cheap, if bought with less than Alon. Inhuman slave! life.

Zan. Fallen Christian, thou mistak'st my chaCome, death, come, hell, then! 'tis resolved, 'tis done.

Look on me. Who am I? I know, thou sayst,

The Moor, a slave, an abject, beaten slave: Enter ISABELLA.

(Eternal woes to him that made me so !) Isa. Ah, Zanga, see me tremble! Has not yet But look again. Has six years cruel bondage Thy cruel heart its fill? Poor Leonora- Extinguished majesty so far, that nought Zun. Welters in blood, and gasps for her last Shines here to give an awe of one above thee? breath.

When the great Moorish king, Abdallah, fellWhat then? We all must die.

Fell by thy hand accurs’d—I fought fast by him, Isa. Alonzo raves,

His son, though, through his fondness, in disAnd, in the tempest of his grief, has thrice

guise, Attempted on his life. At length disarmed, Less to expose me to the ambitious foe.He calls his friends that save him his worst foes, Ha! does it wake thee?

-O'er my father's And importunes the skies for swift perdition.

corse, Thus in his storm'of sorrow. After a pause, I stood astride, till I had clove thy crest; He started up, and called aloud for Zanga, And then was made the captive of a squadron, For Zanga raved; and see, he seeks you here, And sunk into thy servant -But oh! what, To learn the truth which most he dreads to know. What ere my wages ? Hear nor Heaven Zun. Begone.-Now, now, my soul, consum

earth! mate all !

(Ecit ISAB. My wages were a blow! by Heaven, a blow!

And from a mortal hand !
Enter Alonzo.

Alon. Oh villain, villain !
Alon. Oh Zanga!

Zan. All strife is vain. (Shewing a dagger. Zan. Do not tremble so; but speak.

Alon. Is thus my love returned ? Alon, I dare not.

[Fulls on him. Is this my recompence? Make friends of tigers ! Zun. You will drown me with your tears. Lay not your young, oh mothers ! on the breast, Alon. Have I not cause ?

For fear they turn to serpents as they lie, 2n. As yet you have no cause.

And pay you for their nourishment with death! Aion. Dost thou too rave?

Carlos is dead, and Leonora dying! Zun. Your anguish is to come:

Both innocent! both murdered ! both by me! You much have been abused.

That heavenly maid, who should have lived for Alon. Abused ! by whom?

ever, Zun. To know were little comfort.

At least have gently slept her soul away, Alon. Oh, 'twere much!

Whose life should have shut up, as evening Zun. Indeed!

flowers Alon. By Heaven! Oh, give him to my fury! Atthe departing sun-was murdered ! murdered! Zun. Born for your use, I live but to oblige Oh shame! oh guilt! oh horror! oh remorse! you.

Oh punishment! Had Satan never fell, Know, then, 'twas-1.

Hell had been made for me. -Oh Leonora ! Alon. Am I awake?

San. Must I despise thee, too, as well as hate Zun. For ever.

thee? Thy wife is guiltless--that's one transport to me; Complain of grief -- complain thou art a man. And I, I let thee know it--that's another. Priam from Fortune's lofty summit fell; I urged Don Carlos to resign his mistress, Great Alexander ʼmidst his conquests mourned; I forged the letter, I disposed the picture,

Heroes and demi-gods have known their sorI hated, I despised, and I destroy !

rows; sion. Oh! [Saoons. Cæsars have wept; and I have had

my

blow: Zun. Why, this is well—why, this is blow for But 'tis revenged, and now my work is done. blow!

Yet, ere I fall, be it one part of vengeance Where are you? Crown me, shadow me with To make thee to confess that I am just.laurels,

Thou see'st a prince, whose father thou hast Ye spirits who delight in just revenge !

slain; Let Europe and her pallid sons go weep ; Whose native country thou hast laid in blood;

Whose sacred person (oh !) thou hast profaned, But these are foreign to the soul : not mine
Whose reign extinguished. What was left to me, The

groans that issue, or the tears that fall; So highly born? No kingdom, but revenge! They disobey me; on the rack I scorn thee, No treasure, but thy tortures and thy groans. As when my faulchion clove thy helm in battle. If men should ask who brought thee to thy end, Alc. Peace, villain ! Tell them, the Moor, and they will not despise Zun. While I live, old man, I'll speak : thee.

And well I know thou dar'st not kill me yet; If cold white mortals censure this great deed, For that would rob thy blood-hounds of their Warn them, they judge not of superior beings,

prey. Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,

Alon. Who called Alonzo ? With whom revenge is virtue. Fare thee well- Alo. No one called, my son. Now, fully satisfied, I should take leave :

Alon. Again ! 'Tis Carlos' voice, and I But one thing grieves me, since thy death is near,

obey.I leave thee my example how to die.

Oh, how I laugh at all that this can do!

[Shewing the dagger. As he is going to stab himself, Alonzo rushes The wounds that pained, the wounds that murupon him to prevent him. In the mean time,

dered me, enter Don ALVAREZ, attended. They disarm

Were given before; I am already dead; and seize ZANGA. Alonzo puts the dagger in This only marks my body for the grave. his bosom.

(Stabs himself. Alon. No, monster, thou shalt not escape by Afric, thou art revenged.—Oh, I.eonora! [Dies. death.

Zun. Good ruffians, give me leave; my blood Oh, father!

is yours, Alv. Oh, Alonzo !- Isabella,

The wheel's prepared, and you shall have it all. Touched with remorse to see her mistress'

pangs,

Let me but look one moment on the dead, Told all the dreadful tale.

And pay yourselves with gazing on my pangs. Alon. What groan was that?

(He goes to Alonzo's body. Zan. As I have been a vulture to thy heart, Is this Alonzo ? Where's the haughty mein ? So will I be a raven to thine ear,

Is that the hand which smote me? Heavens, how As true as ever snuffed the scent of blood,

pale! As ever flapped its heavy wing against

And art thou dead? So is my enmity. The window of the sick, and croaked despair. I war not with the dust. The great, the proud, Thy wife is dead.

The conqueror of Afric was my foe; [ALVAREZ goes to the side of the stage, and A lion preys not upon carcases. returns.

This was thy only method to subdue me. Alv. The dreadful news is true.

Terror and doubt fall on me: all thy good Alon. Prepare the rack; invent new torments Now blazes, all thy guilt is in the grave. for him.

Never had man such funeral applause: Zan. This too is well. The fixed and noble If I lament thee, sure thy worth was great. mind

Oh, vengeance, I have followed thee too far, Turns all occurrents to its own advantage; And, to receive me, hell blows all her fires ! And I'll make vengeance of calamity.

[He is borne off Were I not thus reduced, thou wouldst not know, Alo. Dreadful effects of jealousy! a rage That, thus reduced, I dare defy thee still. In which the wise with caution will engage; Torture thou mayʻst, but thou shalt ne'er despise Reluctant long, and tardy to believe,

Where, swayed by nature, we ourselves deceive, The blood will follow where the knife is driven, Where our own folly joins the villain's art, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear, And each man finds a Zanga in his heart. And sighs and cries by nature grow on pain.

[Exeunt omner.

me.

EPILOGUE.

Our autlior sent me, in an humble strain, To eat no suppers-on your wedding night?
To beg you'd bless the offspring of his brain ; Should English husbands dare to starve their
And I, your proxy, promis'd in your name,

wives,
The child should live, at least six days of fame. Be sure they'd lead most comfortable lives !
I like the brat, but still his faults can find; But he loves mischief, and, with groundless fears,
And, by the parent's leave, will speak my mind. Would fain set loving couples by the ears ;
Gallants, pray, tell me, do you think 'twas well, Would spoil the tender husbands of our nation,
To let a willing maid lead apes in hell ?

By teaching them his vile, outlandish fashion. You nicer ladies, sliould you think it right, But we've been taught, in our good-natur'd clime,

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