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Zanga, a captive Moor.
LEONORA, Alvarez's daughter. Don Manuel, attendant of Don Carlos. ISABELLA, the Moor's mistress.
SCENE I.-Battlements, with a Sea Prospect. Is this a night for walks of contemplation?
Something unusual hangs upon your heart,
And I will know it; by our loves I will. Zan. WHETHER first nature, or long want of To you I sacrificed my virgin fame; peace,
Ask I too much to share in your distress? Has wrought my mind to this, I cannot tell : Zan. In tears? Thou fool! then hear me, and But horrors now are not displeasing to me:
[Thunder. In hell's abyss, if ever it escape thee. I like this rocking of the battlements.
To strike thee with astonishment at once,
Isa. Hate Alonzo !
I own, I thought Alonzo most your friend,
And that he lost the master in that name.
Zan. Hear then. 'Tis twice three years since Isa. Why have you
that great man Your absence more affrights me than the storm. (Great let me call him, for he conquered me)
Zan. The dead alone, in such a night, can rest, Made me the captive of his arm in fight. And I indulge my meditation here.
He slew my father, and threw chains o'er me, Woman, away. I chuse to be alone.
While I, with pious rage, pursued revenge. Isa. I know you do, and therefore will not I then was young; he placed me near his person,
And thought me not dishonoured by his service. Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you. One day, (may that returning day be night,
The stain, the curse, of each succeeding year!) | And while I groaned in bondage, I deputed
-E'er since, his Man. And what success?
Car. Alas, the cruel maidHlas strove to bury it beneath a heap
Indeed her father, who, though high at court, Of kindnesses, and thinks it is forgot.
And powerful with the king, has wealth at heart, Insolent thought! and like a second blow! To heal his devastation from the Moors, Affronts are innocent, where men are worthless; Knowing I am richly freighted from the east, And such alone can wisely drop revenge. My flect now sailing in the sight of Spain, Isa. But with more temper, Zanga, tell your (Heaven guard it safe through such a dreadful story;
storm!) To see your strong emotions startles me. Caresses me, and urges her to wed. Zun. Yes, woman, with the temper that befits Mun. Iler aged father, sce, it.
Leads her this way. Has the dark adder venom? So have I,
Car, She looks like radiant Truth, When trod upon. Proud Spaniard, thou shalt Brought forward by the hand of hoary Timefeel me!
You to the port with speed, 'tis possible For from that day, that day of my dishonour,
Some vessel is arrived. Heaven grant it bring I from that day have cursed the rising sun, Tidings, which Carlos may receive with joy ! Which never failed to tell me of my shame. I from that day have blessed the coming night,
Enter Don ALVAREZ and LEONORA. Which promised to conceal it; but in vain; Alo. Don Carlos, I am labouring in your faThe blow returned for ever in dream.
wound him sore in his ambition, For all my bliss or misery hangs on it. Life of his life, and dearer than his soul.
Alo. Daughter, the happiness of life depends By nightly march he purposed to surprise On our discretion, and a prudent choice; The Moorish camp; but I have taken care Look into those they call unfortunate, They shall be ready to receive his favour. And, closer viewed, you will find they are unwise : Failing in this, a cast of utmost moment, Some flaw in their own conduct lies beneath, Would darken all the conquests he has won.
And 'tis the trick of fools, to save their credit, Isa. Just as I entered, an express arrived. Which brought another language into use. Zan. To whom?
Don Carlos is of ancient, noble blood, Isa. His friend, Don Carlos.
And then his wealth might mend a prince's forZan. Be propitious, Oh! Mahomet, on this important hour,
For him the sun is labouring in the mines, And give, at length, my famished soul revenge !
A faithful slave, and turning earth to gold. What is revenge, but courage to call in
His keels are freighted with that sacred power, Our honour's debts, and wisdom to convert By which eveņ kings and emperors are made. Others' self-love into our own protection?
have my good wishes, and I hope But see, the morping dawns;
[To Carlos. I'll seek Don Carlos, and enquire my fate. My daughter is not indisposed to hear you. Erit.
[Ereunt. Car. Oh, Leonora! why art thou in tears?
Because I am less wretched than I was i
Before your father gave me leave to woo you,
Hushed was your bosom, and your eyes serene. Enter Don MANUEL and Don Carlos.
Will you for ever help me to new pains, Man. My lord don Carlos, what brings your And keep reserves of torment in your hand, express
To let them loose on every dawn of joy? Cur. Alonzo's glory, and the Moors' defeat. Leon. Think you my father too indulgent to The field is strewed with twice ten thousand
That he claims no dominion o'er my tears?
Leon. Regard not me, my lord;
Car. Disobey him,
Rather than come thus coldly, than come thus Leon. The victor comes. My lord, I must With absent eyes, and alienated mien,
withdraw. Suffering address, the victim of iny love.
Car. And must you go? Oh, let me be undone the common way,
Leon. Why should you wish me stay? And have the cominon comfort to be pitied, Your friend's arrival will bring coinfort to you, And not be ruined in the mask of bliss,
My presence none; it pains you and myself; And so be envied, and be wretched too! For both our sakes, permit me to withdraw. Love calls for love. Not all the pride of beauty,
[Erit. Those eyes that tell us what the sun is made of, Car. Sure, there is no peril but in love. Oh, Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life, how Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt; My foes would boast to see me look so pale! All these, possessed, are nought, but as they are The proof, the substance of an inward passion,
Enter Don ALONZO. And the rich plunder of a taken heart.
Cur. Alonzo! Leon. Alas, my lord, we are too delicate : Alon. Carlos! I am whole again ; And when we grasp the happiness we wished, Clasped in thy arms, it makes my heart entire. We call on wit to argue it away:
Cur. Whom dare I thus embrace? The conA plainer man would not feel half your pains:
queror But some have too much wisdom to be happy. Of Afric? Car. Had I known this before, it had been Alon. Yes, much more - Don Carlos' friend. well :
The conquest of the world would cost me dear, I had not then solicited your father
Should it beget one thought of distance in thee. To add to my distress; as you behave,
I rise in virtues to coine nearer to thee, Your father's kindness stabs me to the heart. I conquer with Don Carlos in my eye, Give me your hand-nay, give it, Leonora : And thus I claim my victory's reward. You give it not-nay, yet you give it not
[Embracing him. I ravish it.
Cår. A victory indeed! your godlike arm Leon. I pray, my lord, no more.
Has made one spot the grave of Africa; Car. Ah, why so sad? You know each sigh Such numbers fell! and the survivors fled, does shake me :
As frighted passengers from off the strand, Sighs there, are tempests here.
When the tempestuous sea comes roaring on I have heard, bad men would be unblest in Hea
Alon. 'Twas Carlos conquered, 'twas his cruel What is my guilt, that makes me so with you?
chains Have I not languished prostrate at thy feet? Inflamed me to a rage unknown before, Ilave I not lived whole days upon thy sight? And threw my former actions far behind. Have I not seen thee where thou hast not been? Cur. I love fair Leonora. How I love her! And, mad with the idea, clasped the wind, Yet still I find (I know not how it is) And doated upon nothing ?
Another hcart, another soul for thee. Leon. Court me not,
Thy friendship warins, it raises, it transports Good Carlos, by recounting of any faults, Like music, pure the joy, without allay, And telling how ungrateful I have been.
Whose very rapture is tranquillity: Alas, my lord, if talking would prevail,
But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, I could suggest much better arguments
Heightened, indeed, beyond all mortal pleasures, Than those regards you threw away on me; But iningles pangs and madness in the bowl. Your valour, honour, wisdoin, praised by all.
2an. Manuel, my lord, returning from the Then think, my lord, of reasoning into love.
port, Car. Must I despair then? Do not shake me On business both of moment and of hastc, thus :
Humbly begs leave to speak in private with you. My tempest-beaten heart is cold to death; Car. In private! Ha! Alonzo, I will return; Ah, turn, and let me warm ine in thy beauties! No business can detaio me long from thee. (Erit. Heavens! what a proof I gave, but two nights Zun. My lord Alonzo, I obeyed your orders. past,
Alon. Will the fair Leonora pass this way? Of matchless love! To fling me at thy feet, Zun. She will, my lord, and soon. I slighted friendship, and I flew from fame, Alon. Come near me, Zanga; Nor heard the summons of the next day's battle: For I dare open all my heart to thee. But darting hcadlong to thy arms, I left Never was such a day of triumph known! The promised fight, I left Alonzo too,
There's not a wounded captive in any train, To stand the war, and quell a world alone. That slowly followed my proud chariot wheels,
[Trumpets. With halt a life, and beggary, and chains,
But is a god to me: I am most wretched. Alonzo, stay; you must not thus escape me;
What could I do! In duty to my friend,
I saw you ; and to see is to admire. A tender party in her thoughts for him.
For Carlos did I plead, and most sincerely. What did I do? I loved myself. Indeed, Witness the thousand agonies it cost me! One thing there is might lessen my offence, You know I did. I sought but your esteem; (If such offence admits of being lessened) If that is guilt, an angel had been guilty. I thought him dead; for (by what fate I know I often sighed, nay, wept, but could not help it : not)
And sure it is no crime to be in pain. His letters never reached me.
But grant my crime was great; I am greatly Zan. Thanks to Zanga,
cursed; Who thence contrived that evil which has hap- What would you more? Am I not most undone? pened.
[Aside. This usage is like stamping on the murdered, Alon. Yes, cursed of Heaven! I loved myself, When life is fled; most barbarous and unjust.
Leon. If from your guilt none suffered but In a late action, rescued from the Moors,
yourself, I have brought home my rival in my friend. It might be so Farewell.
(Going Zan. We hear, my lord, that in that action too, Alon. Who suffers with me? Your interposing arm preserved his life.
Leon. Enjoy your ignorance, and let me go. Alon. It did with more than the expence of Alon. Alas! what is there I can fear to know, mine;
Since I already know your hate? Your actions For, Oh, this day is mentioned for their nuptials. Have long since told me that. But see, she comes. I will take my leave, and Leon. They Aattered you. die.
Alon. How ! flattered me! Zan. Hadst thou a thousand lives, thy death Leon. Oh, search in fate no farther! would please me.
I hate thee--Oh, Alonzo, how I hate thee! Unhappy fate! My country overcome !
Alon. Indeed! and do you weep for batred My six years hope of vengeance quite expired !
too! Would nature were I will not fall alone : Oh, what a doubtful torment heaves my heart ! But others' groans shall tell the world my death. I hope it most, and yet I dread it more. [Aside, and exit. Should it be soms
--should her tears flow from
thence, Enter LEONORA.
How would my soul blaze up in ecstacy! Alon. When nature ends with anguish like to Ah no! how sink into the depth of horrors ! this,
Leon. Why would you force my stay?
Leon. I weep by chance; nor have my tears Leon. The mighty conqueror
a meaning Dismayed! I thought you gave
But Oh! when first I saw Alonzo's tears,
I knew their meaning well! Alon. Oh, cruel insult! Are those tears your [Alon. falls passionately on his knees, and sport,
takes her hand. Which nothing but a love for you could draw? Alon. Heavens! what is this? That excelAfric I quelled, in hope by that to purchase
lence, for which
reward on this side Heaven; 'Twas but a world, and you are—Leonora. The cordial of my soul and this destroys me Leon. That passion, which you boast of, is your Indeed, I flattered me that thou didst hate. guilt,
Leon. Alonzo, pardon me the injury A treason to your friend. You think mean of me, Of loving you. I struggled with my passion, To plead your crimes as motives of my love. And struggled long : let that be some excuse. Ålon. You, madam, ought to thank those Alon. Unkind, you know I think your love a crimes you blame;
blessing 'Tis they perinit you to be thus inhuman, Beyond all human blessings ! 'tis the price Without the censure both of earth and heaven- of sigh and groans, and a whole year of dying. I fondly thought a last look might be kind. But Oh! the curse of curses SOh, my Farewell for ever. This severe behaviour
friend! Has, to my comfort, made it sweet to die.
Leon. Alas! Leon. Farewell for ever! Sweet to die! Oh, Alon. What says my love? Speak, Leonora. Heaven!
Leon. Was it for you, my lord, to be so quick
In finding out objections to our love?
Alas, I see him pale ! I hear him groan! Think you so strong my love, or weak my virtue, He foams, he tears his hair, he raves, he bleeds, It was unsafe to leave that part to me?
(I know him by myself) he dies distracted ! Alon. Is not the day, then, fixed for your es Leon. How dreadful to be cut from what we
love! Leon. Indeed, my father once had thoughts Alon. Ah, speak no more!
Leon. And tied to what we hate !
Leon: Is it possible?
Yes, take a limb; but let my virtue 'scape. Must I not only lose her, but be made
Alas, my soul, this moinent í die for thee! Myself the instrument? Not only die,
[Breaks away. But plunge the dagger in my heart myself? Leon. And are you perjured then for virtue's This is refining on calamity.
sake? Leon. What do you tremble lest you should Ilow often have you sworn!—but go, for ever. be mine?
[Swoons. For what else can you treinble? Not for that Alon. Heart of my heart, and essence of my My father places in your power to alter.
joy! Alon. What's in my power? Oh, yes; to Where art thou !-Oh, I'm thine, and thine for stab my friend!
ever! Leon. To stab your friend were barbarous in- The groans of friendship shall be heard no more. deed!
For whatsoever criine I can coinmit, Spare bim--and murder me. I own, Alonzo, I've felt the pains already. You well may wonder at such words as these. Leon. Hold, Alonzo, I start at them myself; they fright my nature. And hear a maid whom doubly thou hast conGreat is my fault; but blaine me not alone :
quered. Give him a little blame who took such pains I love thy virtue as I love thy person, To make me guilty.
And I adore thee for the pains it gave me; Alon. Torment! [After a pause, Leon. speaks. But as I felt the pains, I'll reap the fruit ; Leon. Oh, my shanie !
I'll shine out in my turn, and show the world I sue, and sue in vain : it is most just,
Thy great example was not lost upon me.
love. Oh, night, fall on me! I shall blush to death. My other titles to that bliss are weak; Alon. First perish all !
I must deserve it by refusing it.
Thus then I tear me from thy hopes for ever. My father comes; what answer will you give Shall I contribute to Alonzo's crimes? him?
No, though the life-blood gushes from my heart. Alon. What answer ! let me look upon that you shall not be ashamed of Leonora ; face,
Or that late time may put our names together. And read it there.- Devote thee to another! Vay, never shrink; take back the bright example Not to be borne! a second look undoes me. You lately lent; Oh, take it while you may,
Leon. And why imdo you? Is it then, my lord, While I can give it you, and be immortal! So terrible to yield to your own wishes,
[Erit. Because they happen to concur with mine? Alon. She's gone, and I shall see that face no Cruel! to take such pains to win a heart, Which you was conscious you must break with | But pine in absence, and till death adore. parting.
When with cold dew my fainting brow is hung, Alon. No, Leonora, I am thine for ever, And my eyes darken, from my faultering tongue
[Runs and embraces her. Her name will tremble with a feeble moan, In spite of Carlos-Ha! who's that? My friend And love with fate divide my dying groan. [Starts wide from her.
[Erit. Vol. I.