To toy, and waste an hour of idle time with? 80 Loth. The driving storm of passion will have way, And I must yield before it. Wert thou calm, Love, the poor criminal, whom thou hast doom'd, Has yet a thousand tender things to plead, To charm thy rage, and mitigate his fate. Enter behind them ALTAMONT. Alt. "I have lost my peace"-Ha! do I live and wake? Cal. Hadst thou been true, how happy had I been! Not Altamont, but thou, hadst been my lord. But wherefore nam'd I happiness with thee? It is for thee, for thee, that I am curst; For thee my secret soul each hour arraigns me, Calls me to answer for my virtue stain'd, My honour lost to thee: for thee it haunts me ; With stern Sciolto vowing vengeance on me : With Altamont complaining for his wrongsAlt. Behold him here Cal. Ah! [Coming forward. [Starting. 99 Alt. The wretch! whom thou hast made. Curses and sorrows hast thou heap'd upon him, And vengeance is the only good that's left. [Drawing. Loth. Thou hast ta'en me somewhat unawares, 'tis true: But love and war take turns, like day and night, Equal to both, and arm'd for either field. We've long been foes, this moment ends our quarrel; "Alt. Thou hast talk'd too much, thy breath is poison to me; "It taints the ambient air; this for my father, [They fight; Lothario is wounded once or twice, Loth. Oh, Altamont! thy genius is the stronger! Thou hast prevail'd!—My fierce ambitious soul Declining droops, and all her fires grow pale; Yet let not this advantage swell thy pride, I conquer'd in my turn, in love I triumph'd. Those joys are lodg'd beyond the reach of fate; That sweet revenge comes smiling to my thoughts, Adorns my fall, and cheers my heart in dying. [Dies. Cal. And what remains for me, beset with shame, Encompass'd round with wretchedness? There is 120 But this one way to break the toil, and 'scape. [She catches up Lothario's sword, and offers to kill herself; Altamont runs to her, and wrests it from her. Alt. What means thy frantic rage! Cal. Off! let me go. Alt. Oh thou hast more than murder'd me; yet still, Still art thou here! and my soul starts with horror, At thought of any danger that may reach thee. Cal. Think'st thou I mean to live? to be forgiv'n? Oh, thou hast known but little of Calista ! If thou had'st never heard my shame, if only Sciolto within.] What, ho! my son! "Alt. It is Sciolto calls; come near and find me; "The wretched'st thing of all my kind on earth." Cal. Is it the voice of thunder, or my father? Madness! Confusion! let the storm come on, Let the tumultuous roar drive all upon me; Dash my devoted bark, ye surges, break it! 'Tis for my ruin that the tempest rises. When I am lost, sunk to the bottom low, Peace shall return, and all be calm again, Enter SCIOLTO. 240 Sci. Ev'n now Rossano leap'd the garden wallHa! Death has been among you-Oh, my fears! Last night thou had'st a diff'rence with thy friend, The cause thou gav'st nie was a damn'd one. Did'st thou not wrong the man who told thee truth? Answer me quick— Alt. Oh! press me not to speak; Ev'n now my heart is breaking, and the mention And guess my shame : Sci. It is enough! but I am slow to execute, |