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That thus could melt to see a stranger's wrongs. Alm. Oh, no, thou knowest not half,
Oh, Leonora ! hadst thou known Anselmo, Knowest nothing of my sorrows.if thou didst-
How would thy heart have bled to see his suffer- If I should tell thee, wouldst thou pity me?

Tell me; I know thou wouldst; thou art comThou hadst no cause, but general compassion.

passionate. Leon. Love of my royal mistress gave me

Leon. Witness these tears cause;

Alm. I thank thee, Leonora — My love of you begot my grief for him;

Indeed I do, for pitying thy sad mistress : For I had heard, that when the chance of war For 'tis, alas! the poor prerogative · Had blessed Anselmo's arms with victory, Of greatness to be wretched, and unpitiedAnd the rich spoil of all the field, and you, But I did promise I would tell thee What? The glory of the whole, were made the prey My miseries! Thou dost already know them : Of his success; that then, in spite of hate, And when I told thee thou didst nothing know, Revenge, and that hereditary feud

It was because thou didst not know Alphonso : Between Valentia's and Granada's kings, For to have known my loss, thou must have He did endear himself to your affection,

known By all the worthy and indulgent ways

His worth, his truth, and tenderness of love. His most industrious goodness could invent; Leon. The memory of that brave prince stands Proposing, by a match between Alphonso,

fair His son, the brave Valentian prince, and you,

In all report To end the long dissention, and unite

And I have heard imperfectly his loss ; The jarring crowns.

But, fearful to renew your troubles past, Alm. Alphonso ! O Alphonso !

I never did

presume

to ask the story. Thou too art quiet---long hast been at peace. Alm. If for my swelling heart I can, I'll tell Both, both ! father and son are now no more.

thee. Then why am I? Oh, when shall I have rest? I was a welcome captive in Valentia, Why do I live to say you are no more? Even on the day when Manuel, my father, Why are all these things thus? Is it of force? Led on his conquering troops high as the gates Is there necessity I must be miserable?

Of king Anselmo's palace; which, in rage, Is it of moment to the peace of heaven,

And heat of war, and dire revenge, he fired. That I should be afflicted thus? If not,

The good king, flying to avoid the flames, Why is it thus contrived ? Why are things laid Started amidst his foes, and made captivity By soine unseen hand, so, as of sure consequence, His fatal refuge—Would that I had fallen They must to me bring curses, grief of heart, Amidst those fames—but 'twas not so decreed. The last distress of life, and sure despair? Alphonso, who foresaw my father's cruelty, Leon. Alas! you search too far, and think too Had borne the queen and me on board a ship, deeply.

Ready to sail; and, when this news was brought, Alm. Why was I carried to Anselmo's court ? We put to sea; but being betrayed by some Or there, why was I used so tenderly?

Who knew our flight, we closely were pursued Why not ill-treated, like an enemy?

And almost taken; when a sudden storin For so my father would have used his child. Drove us, and those that followed, on the coast Oh, Alphonso, Alphonso !

Of Afric: There our vessel struck the shore, Devouring seas have washed thee from my sight-And, bulging 'gainst a rock, was dashed in pieces; No time shall raze thee from my memory; But heaven spared me for yet much more afflicNo, I will live to be thy monument :

tion ! The cruel ocean is no more thy tomb,

Conducting them who followed us, to shun, But in my heart thou art interred; there, there, the shore, and save me floating on the waves, Thy dear resemblance is for ever fixed;

While the good queen and my Alphonso perishMy love, my lord, my husband still, though lost.

ed. Leon. Husband ! Oh, Heavens !

Leon. Alas! were you then wedded to AlAlm. Alas! what have I said? My grief has hurryed me beyond all thought. Alm. That day, that fatal day, our hands were I would have kept that secret; though I know joined, Thy love, and faith to me deserve all confidence. For when my lord beheld the ship pursuing, But 'tis the wretch's comfort still to have

And saw her rate so far exceeding ours, Some small reserve of near and, inward woe, He came to me, and begged me by my love, Some unsuspected hoard of darling grief, I would consent the priest should make us one; Which they unseen may, wail, and weep, and That, whether death or victory ensued, mourn,

I might be his, beyond the power of fate; And, glutton-like, alone devour,

The queen too did assist his suit-1 granted; Leon. Indeed,

And in one day was wedded and a widow. I knew not this.

Leon. Indeed 'twas mournful

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Alm. Twas as I have told thee

Nor violence-I feel myself more light,
For which I mourn, and will for ever mourn ; And more at large, since I have made this vow.
Nor will I change these black and dismal robes, Perhaps I would repeat it there more solemnly.
Or ever dry these swoln and watery eyes, . 'Tis that, or some such melancholy thought;
Or ever taste content, or peace of heart, Upon my word, no more.
While I have life, and thought of iny Alphonso.

Leon. I will attend you.
Leon. Look down, good heaven, with pity on
her sorrows,

Enter Alonzo.
And grant that time may bring her some relief. Alon. The lord Gonsalez comes to tell you
Alm. Oh, no! time gives increase to my afflic highness,
tions.

The king is just arrived.
The circling hours, that gather all the woes

Alm. Conduct him in.

[Erit Alon. Which are diffused through the revolving year, That's his pretence; his errand is, I know, Come heavy laden with the oppressing weight To fill my ears with Garcia's valiant deeds, To me; with me successively, they leave And gild and magnify his son's exploits. The sighs, the tears, the groans, the restless But I ain armed with ice around my heart, cares,

Not to be warmed with words, or idle eloquence.
And all the damps of grief, that did retard their

Enter GoXSALEŻ.
flight:
They shake their downy wings, and scatter all Gon. Be ev'ry day of your long life like this.
The dire collected dews on my poor

head: The sun, bright conquest, and your brighter eyes, Then fly with joy and swiftness troin me. Ilave all conspired to blaze promiscuous light,

[Shouts at a distance. And bless this day with most unequalled lustre. Leon. Ilark!

Your royal father, my victorious lord,
The distant shouts proclaiın your father's triumph. Loaden with spoils, and ever-living laurel,
Ocease, for heaven's sake, assuage a little Is entering now, in martial pomp, the palace.

This torrent of your grief; for, this I fear, Five hundred mules precede his solemın march,
'Twill urge his wrath, to see you drowned in tears, Which groan beneath the weight of Moorish
When jov appears in every other face.

wealth.
Alm. And joy he brings to every other heart,

Chariots of war, adorned with glittering gems,
But double, double weight of woe to mine : Succeed; and next, a hundred neighing steeds,
For with him Garcia comes-Garcia, to whoin White as the fleecy rain on Alpine hills,
I must be sacrificed, and all the vows

That bound and foam, and champ the golden bit,
I gave my dear Alphonso basely broken. As they disdained the victory they grace.
No, it shall never be; for I will die

Prisoners of war in shining fetters follow; First, die ten thousand deaths-- Look down, look And captains of the noblest blood of Afric down,

Sweat by his chariot wheel, and lick and grind,
Alphonso, hear the sacred vow I mke! [Kneels. With gnashing teeth, the dust his triumphis raise.
One moment, cease to gaze on perfect bliss, The swarming populace spread every wall,
and bend thy glorious eyes to earth and me. And cling, as if with claws they did enforce
And thou, Anselmo, if yet thou art arrived, Their hold; through clifted stones stretching and
Through all impediments of purging fire,

staring,
To that bright heaven, where my Alphonso rcigns, As if they were all eyes,

and
every

limb
Behold thou also, and attend my vow.

Would feed its faculty of admiration;
It'ever I do yield, or give consent,

While

you alone retire, and shun this sight; Bv any action, word, or thought, to wed

This sight, which is indeed not seen (though Another lord, may then just heaven shower down twice Cnheard of curses on me, greater far

The multitude should gaze) in absence of your (It such there be in angry heaven's vengeance)

eyes. Than any I have yet endured! And now (Rising. Alm. My lord, my eyes ungratefully behold My heart bas some relief; having so well The gilded trophies of exterior honours; Discharged this debt, incumbent on my love. Nor will my ears be charmed with sounding Yet, one thing more I would engage froin thee.

words,
Leon. My heart, my life, and will, are only Or pompous phrase, the pageantry of fools.
yours.

But that my father is returned in safety,
Alm. I thank thee. 'Tis but this: anon, when I bend to heaven with thanks.

Gon. Excellent princess !
Are wrapped and busied in the general joy,

But 'tis a task unfit for my weak age,
'Thou wilt withdraw, and privately with me With dying words to offer at your praise.
Steal forth, to visit good Anselmo's tomb. Garcia, my son, your beauty's lowest slave,

Leor. Alas! I fear some fatal resolution. Has better done; in proving with his sword
Alm. No, on my life, my faith, I mean no ill,
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May do his future fortune, or his name.

Pier. I tell thee, Heaven and I are friends :
Now-nearer yetm [Approaching each other. I ne'er broke peace with it yet by cruel murders,
Oh! that my arms were rivetted

Rapine, or perjury, or vile deceiving ;
Thus round thee ever! But my friend ! my oath! But lived in moral justice towards all-men:
This, and no more.

[Kisses her. Nor am a foe to the most strong believers, Bel. Another, sure another,

Howe'er my own short-sighted faith confine me. For that poor little one you have taken such Fri. But an all-seeing Judgemen

Pier. You say my conscience I will give it him truly.

Must be my accuser; I have searched that conJuf. So now, farewell!

sciencc, Bel. For ever?

And find no records there of crimes, that scare Jaf. Heaven knows for ever; all good angels guard thee.

[Exit. Fri. 'Tis strange, you should want faith. Bel. All ill ones 'sure had charge of me this Pier. You want to lead moment.

My reason blind-fold, like a hampered lion, Cursed be my days, and doubly cursed my nights, Checked of its nobler vigour; then, when baited Which I must now mourn out with widowed Down to obedient tameness, make it couch, tears;

And shew strange tricks, which you call signs of
Blasted be every herb, and fruit, and tree;

faith :
Cursed be the rain, that falls upon the earth, So silly souls are gulled, and you get money,
And may the general curse reach man and beast! Away; no more. Captain, I'd have hereafter
Oh! give me daggers, fire or water!

This fellow write no lies of my

conversion, How I could bleed, how burn, how drown, the Because he has crept upon my troubled hours. Huzzing and booming round my sinking head,

Enter JAFFIER,
Till I descended to the peaceful bottom!

Jaf. Hold: eyes be dry;
Oh! there all is quiet, here all rage and fury: Heart, strengthen me to bear
The air's too thin, and pierces my weak brain; This hideous sight, and humble me, to take
I long for thick substantial sleep: Hell! hell! The last forgiveness of a dying friend,
Burst from the centre, rage and roar aloud, Betrayed by my vile falsehood, to his ruin.
If thou art half so hot, so inad as I am.

Oh, Pierre!

Pier. Yet nearer.
Enter Priuli, and Servants.

Juf. Crawling on my knees,
Who's there?

[They raise her. And prostrate on the earth, let me approach thee: Pri. Run, seize, and bring her safely home; How shall I look up to thy injured face, Guard her as you would life! Alas, poor crea- That always used to smile with friendship on me? ture!

It darts an air of so much manly virtue, Bel, What to my husband! then conduct me That I, methinks, look little in thy sight, quickly;

And stripes are fitter for me, than embraces. Are all things ready? Shall we die most glori Pier. Dear to my arms, though thou hast unously?

done my fame, Say not a word of this to my old father :

I can't forget to love thee. Prithee, Jaffier, Murmuring streams, soft shades, and springing Forgive that filthy blow my passion dealt thee; flowers!

I'm now preparing for the land of peace, Lutes, laurels, seas of milk, and ships of amber! And fain would have the charitable wishes

(E.reunt. Of all good men, like thee, to bless my journey.

Jaf. Good! I am the vilest creature, worse
SCENE III.

than e'er

Suffered the shameful fate, thou’rt going to taste Opening, discovers a scaffold, and a wheel prepa

of, red for the execution of Pierre; then enter Why was I sent for to be used thus kindly? Officer, Pierre, and Guards, a Friur, Erecu- Cali, call me villain, as I am! describe tioner, and a great rabble.

The foul complexion of my hateful deeds: Offi. Room, room there--stand all by, make Lead me to the rack, and stretch me in thy stead! soon for the prisoner.

I have erimes enough to give it its full load, Pier. My friend not come yet?

And do it credit : thou wilt but spoil the use of Fri. Why are you so obstinate?

itPier. Why you so troublesome, that a poor And honest men hereafter bear its figure wretch can't dic in peace,

About them, as a charm from treacherous friendBut you, like ravens, will be croaking round ship. him

Ofi. The time grows short, your friends are Pri. Vet llcaven

dcad already.

[He weeps.

nate.

'Jaf. Dead!

Jaf. Ha! is it then so? Pier. Yes, dead, Jaffier; they have all died like Pier. Most certainly. *men, too,

Jaf. I'll do it. Worthy their character.

Pier. Remember. 'Jaf. And what must I do?

Offi

. Sir! Pier. Oh, Jaffier!

Pier. Come, now I'm ready, Jaf. Speak loud thy burthened soul,

[He and Jaffier ascend the scaffold. And tell thy troubles to thy tortured friend. Captain, you should be a gentleman' of honour; Pier. Friend! Couldst thou yet be a friend, a Keep off the rabble; that I may have room generous friend,

To entertain my fate, and die with decency. I might hope comfort from thy noble sorrows. Come. Heaven knows, I want a friend.

[Takes off his gown, executioner preJaf. And I a kind one,

pares to bind him. That would not thus scorn my repenting virtue,

Fri. Son.
Or think, when he's to die, my thoughts are idle. Pier. Hence, tempter !
Pier. No! live, I charge thee, Jaffier.

Offi. Stand off, priest.
Jaf. Yes, I will live:

Pier. 'I thank you, sir. [To the Officer. But it shall be to see thy fall revenged

You'll think on't?

[To Jaffier. At such a rate, as Venice long shall groan for. Jaf. It won't grow stale before tomorrow. Pier. Wilt thou?

Pier. Now, Jaffier! now I'm going. NowJaf. I will, by Heaven.

(Executioner having bound him. Pier. Then still thou art noble,

Jaf. Have at thee, And I forgive thee. Oh!-yet-shall I trust Thou honest heart, then--here! [Stabs him. thee?

And this is well too.

[Stabs himself Jaf. No; I have been false already.

Fri, Damnable deed! Pier. Dost thou love me?

Pier. Now thou hast indeed been faithful. Jaf. Rip up my heart, and satisfy thy doubtings! This was done nobly-We have deceived the sePier. Curse on this weakness ! Jaf. Tears! Amazement! Tears!

Jaf. Bravely. I never saw thee melted thus before;

Pier. Ha, ha, ha -oh! oh! [Dies. And know there's something labouring in thy bo Jaf. Now, ye cursed rulers, som,

Thus of the blood ye have shed I make a libaThat must have vent: Though I am a villain, tell tion,

And sprinkle it mingling. May it rest upon you, Pier. See'st thou that engine?

And all your race! Be henceforth peace a stran[Pointing to the wheel.

ger Jaf. Why?

Within your walls; let plagues and famine waste Pier. Is it fit a soldier, who has lived with Your generation-Oh, poor Belvidera ! honour,

Sir, I have a wife, bear this in safety to her, Fought nation's quarrels, and been crowned with A token, that with my dying breath I blessed her, conquest,

And the dear little infant left behind me. Be exposed a common carcase on a wheel? I'm sick I'm quiet.

(Dies. Jaf. Ha!

Offi. Bear this news to the senate, Pier. Speak! is it fitting?

Aud guard their bodies, till there's further orders. Jaf. Fitting !

Heaven grant I die so well! Pier. Yes; is it fitting?

[Scene shuts

upon

them. Jaf. What's to be done? Pier. I'd have thee undertake

SCENE IV.
Something that's noble, to preserve my memory
From the disgrace that's ready to attaint it.

Soft Music.- Enter BELVIDERA distracted, led Offi. The day grows late, sir.

by two of her Women, PRIULI and Servants. Pier. I'll make haste. Oh, Jaffier !

Pri. Strengthen her heart with patience, pityThough thou'st betrayed me, do me some way ing Heaven! justice,

Bel. Come, come, come, come, come, nay, Jaf. No more of that: thy wishes shall be sa come to bed,

Prithee, my love! The winds; hark how they I have a wife, and she shall bleed: my child, too, whistle; Yield up his little throat, and all

And the rain beats: Oh! how the weather To appease thee

shrinks me! [Going away, Pierre holds him. You are angry now, who cares? Pish, no indeed, Pier. No-this- no more.

Chuse then; I say you shall not go, you shall not; [He whispers Jaffier. Whip your ill-nature; get you gone then. Oh!

me.

tisfied;

care,

mony.

ture.

Yet stay,

sure, sir?

The force and influence of your matchless charms. With her rejoicings. What, to mourn and weep!

Alm. I doubt not of the worth of Garcia's deeds, Then, then to weep, and pray, and grieve ! by Which had been brave, though I had ne'er been heaven, born.

There's not a slave, a shackled slave of mine, Leon. Madam, the king. [Flourish. But should have snuiled that hour, through all his Alm. My women. I would meet him.

[Attendants to Almeria enter in mourning. And shook his chains, in transport and rude harSymphony of warlike music.

Enter the King,

Gon. What she has done, was in excess of attended by Garcia and several officers. Files

goodness; of prisoners in chains, and guards, who are rang. Betrayed by too much piety, to seem ed in order round the stuge. Almeria meets

As it she had offended. -Sure, no more. the King, and kneels: afterwards GONSALEZ

King. To seem is to commit, at this conjunckneels and kisses the King's hand, while Garcia does the same to the princess.

I would not have a seeming sorrow seen King. Almeria, rise-My best Gonsalez, rise. To-day.-Retire; divest yourself with speed What, tears ! my good old friend

Of that offensive black: on me be all Gon. But tears of joy.

The violation of your vow; for you Believe me, sir, to see you thus, has filled It shall be your excuse, that I command it. Mine eyes with more delight than they can hold. Gar. [Kneeling.) Your pardon, sir, if I preKing. By heaven, thou lovest me, and I'm

sume so far, pleased thou dost;

As to remind you of your gracious promise. Take it for thanks, old man, that I rejoice

King. Rise, Garcia-I forgot. To see thee weep on this occasion-Some

Almeria. Here are, who seem to mourn at our success. Alm. My boding heart !-What is your pleaWhy is it, Almeria, that you meet our eyes, Upon this solemn day, in these sad weeds? King. Draw near, and give your hand, and, In opposition to my brightness, you

Garcia, yours: And yours are all like daughters of affliction. Receive this lord, as one whom I have found Alm. Forgive me, sir, if I in this offend.

Worthy to be your husband, and my son. The year, which I have vowed to pay to heaven, Gar. Thus let me kneel to take not to takeIn mourning and strict life, for my deliverance But to devote, and yield myself for ever From wreck and death, wants yet to be expired. | The slave and creature of my royal mistress! King. Your zeal to heaven is great, so is your Gon. O let me prostrate pay my worthless debt:

thanks Yet something, too, is due to me, who gave King. No more; my promise long since passThat life, which heaven preserved. A day be ed, thy services, stowed

And Garcia's well-tried valour, all oblige me. In filial duty, had atoned and given

This day we triumph; but to-morrow's sun, A dispensation to your vow—No more! Garcia, shall shine to grace thy nuptials'Twas weak and wilful and a woman's error. Alm. Oh!

[Faints. Yet, upon thought, it doubly wounds my sight, Gar. She faints! Help to support her. To see that sable worn upon the day,

Gon. She recovers. Succeeding that, in which our deadliest foe, King. A fit of bridal fear. How is't, Almeria? Hated Anselmo, was interred-By heaven, Alm. A sudden chillness seizes on my spirits. It looks as thou didst mourn for him! just so Your leave, sir, to retire. Thy senseless vow appeared to bear its date, King. Garcia, conduct her. Not from that hour wherein thou wert preserved, [Garcia leads Almeria to the door, and returns. But that wherein the cursed Alphonso perished. This idle vow hangs on her woman's fears; Ha! What? thou dost not weep to think of that! I'll have a priest shall preach her from her faith, Gon. Have patience, royal sir; the princess And make it sin, not to renounce that vow weeps

Which I'd have broken. Now, what would To have offended you. If fate decreed,

Alonzo?
One pointed hour should be Alphonso's loss,
And her deliverance, is she to blame?

Enter ALONZO. King. I tell thee she's to blame, not to have Alon. Your beauteous captive, Zara, is arrived, feasted

And with a train as if she still were wife When my first foe was laid in earth, such enmity, To Albucacim, and the Moor had conquered. Such detestation bears my blood to his ;

King. It is our will she should be so attended. My daughter should have revelled at his death, Bear hence these prisoners. Garcia, which is he, She should have made these palace walls to shake, Of whose mute valour you relate such wonders ? And all this high and ample roof to ring

[Prisoners led off

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