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. 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: 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, Isa. Hate Alonzo ! I own, I thought Alonzo most your friend, And that he lost the master in tha' name. 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, |