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THE

BRITISH DRAMA.

THE

BRITISH DRAMA;

COMPREHENDING

THE BEST PLAYS

IN

THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.

TRAGEDIES.

VOL. I.-PART II.

LONDON,

PUBLISHED BY WILLIAM MILLER, OLD BOND-STREET. PRINTED BY JAMES BALLANTYNE,

EDINBURGH.

1804.

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SCENE I.-Battlements, with a Sea Prospect. Is this a night for walks of contemplation?

Something unusual hangs upon your heart,
Enter Zanga.

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:

be plunged

[Thunder. In hell's abyss, if ever it escape thee. I like this rocking of the battlements.

| To strike thee with astonishment at once,
Rage on, ye winds! burst, clouds, and waters roar! I hate Alonzo. First recover that,
You bear a just resemblance of my fortune, And then thou shalt hear farther.
And suit the gloomy habit of my soul.

Isa. Hate Alonzo !

I own, I thought Alonzo most your friend,
Enter ISABELLA.

And that he lost the master in tha' name.
Who's there? My love!

Zan. Hear then. 'Tis twice three years since Isa. Why have you left my bed ?

that great man Your absence more affrights me than the storm. (Great let me call him, for be 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 roge, pursued revenge. Isa. I know you do, and therefore will not I then was young: he placed me near his person, leave you;

And thought me not dishonoured by his service. Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you. One day, (may that returning day be night,

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