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SELIM and several mutes and eunuchs in a Gon. That friend might be herself; seem not train.

to heed

His arrogant reply: she looks concern'd. King. What welcome, and what honours, beau- King. I'll have inquiry made; perhaps his teous Zara,

friend A king and conqueror can give, are yours : Yet lives, and is a prisoner. His name? A conqueror indeed where you are won;

Zar. Heli. Who with such lustre strike admiring eyes, King. Garcia, that search shall be your care: That had our pomp been with your presence It shall be mine to pay devotion here; gracid,

At this fair shrine to lay my laurels down Th' expecting crowd had been deceiv'd; and And raise love's altar on the spoils of war.

Conquest and triumphs, now, are mine no more ; The monarch enter not triumphant, but

Nor will I victory in camps adore: In pleasing triumph led; your beauty's slave. For, lingering there, in long suspense she stands,

Zar. If I on any terms could condescend Shifting the prize in unresolving hands; To like captivity, or think those honours, Unus'd to wait, I broke through her delay, Which conquerors in courtesy bestow,

Fix'd her by force, and snatch'd the doubtful day, Of equal value with unborrow'd rule

Now late I find that war is but her sport; And native right to arbitrary sway,

In love the goddess keeps her awful court, I might be pleased, when I behold this train Fickle in fields, unsteadily she flies, With usual homaye wait: but when I feel But rules with settl'd sway in Zara's eyes. [Erit. These bonds, I look with loathing on myself, And scorn vile slavery, though doubly hid

ACT II. Beneath mock praises, and dissembled state. King. Those bonds! 'Twas my command you SCENE 1.- Representing the aisle of a Temple.

should be free. How durst you, Perez, disobey ?

GARCIA, HELI, PEREZ. Perez. Great Sir,

Gar. This way we're told, Osmyn was seen to Your order was, she should not wait your triumph,

walk; But at some distance follow, thus attended. Choosing this lonely mansion of the dead, King. 'Tis false; 'twas more; I bid she should To mourn, brave Heli, thy mistaken fate. be free;

Heli. Let Heaven with thunder to the centre If not in words, I bid it by my eyes. Her eyes did '

more than bid Free her and If to arise in very deed from death, hers

And to revisit, with my long-clos'd eyes, With speed—yet stay—my hands alone can This living light, could to my soul or sense make

Afford a thought, or show a glimpse of joy,
Fit restitution here–Thus I release you. In least proportion to the vast delight
And by releasing you, enslave myself.

I feel, to hear of Osmyn's name; to hear Zar. Such favours, so conferr'd, though when That Osmyn lives, and I again shall see him. unsought,

Gar. I've heard, with admiration of your friend. Deserve acknowledgment from noble minds.

ship. Such thanks, as one hating to be obliged

Per. Yonder, my lord, behold the noble Moor Yet hating more ingratitude, can pay,

Heli. Where? Where? I offer.

Gar. I saw him not, nor any like him— King. Born to excel, and to command !

Per. I saw him when I spoke, thwarting my As by transcendent beauty to attract

view, All eyes, so, by pre-eminence of soul,

And striding with distemper'd haste; his eyes To rule all hearts.

Seem'd fame, and flash'd upon me with a glance Garcia, what's he, who with contracted brow, Then forward shot their fires, which he pursu'd

(Beholding Osmyn as they unbind him. As to some object frightful, yet not fear'd. And sullen port, glooms downwards with his Gar. Let's haste to follow him, and know the

eyes; At once regardless of his chains, or liberty? Heli. My lord, let me intreat you to forbear: Gar. That, Sir, is he of whom I spoke; that 's Leave me alone, to find and cure the cause. Osmyn.

I know his melancholy, and such starts King. He answers well the character you gave Are usual to his temper. It might raise him him.

To act some violence upon himself, Whence comes it, valiant Osmyn, that a man So to be caught in an unguarded hour, So great in arms as thou art said to be,

And when his soul gives all her passion way, So hardly can endure captivity,

Secure and loose in friendly solitude. The common chance of war?

I know his noble heart would burst with shame, Osm. Because captivity

To be surpriz’d by strangers in its frailty. Has robb'd me of a dear and just revenge.

Gar. Go, generous Heli, and relieve your friend. King. I understand not that.

Far be it from me officiously to pry Osm. I would not have you.

Or press upon the privacies of others. (Exit Hel. Zar. That gallant Moor in battle lost a friend, Perez, the king expects from our return Whom more than life he lov'd ; and the regret To have his jealousy confirm'd or clear'd, Of not revenging on his foes that loss,

Of that appearing love which Zara bears Has caus'd this melancholy and despair. To Osmyn; but some other opportunity King. She does excuse him; 'tis as I suspected. Must make that plain.

[To Gons. Per. To me 'twas long since plain, Vol. I


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And every look from him and her confirms it. And long oppress'd with woes and bending cares,

Gar. If so, unhappiness attends their love, May lay the burden down, and sink in SUBDETS And I could pity 'em. I hear some coming. Of peace eternal. Death, grim death, wul fold The friends, perhaps are met; let us avoid 'em. Me in his leaden arms, and press me close

(Ereunt. To his cold, clayey breast: my father then

Will cease his tyranny; and Garcia too

Will My my pale deformity with loathing

My soul, enlarg'd from its vile honds, will moont Alm. It was a fancied noise, for all is hush'd. And range the starry orbs, and milky ways, Leon (t bore the accent of a human voice. Of that refulgent world, where I shall swim Alm. It was thy fear, or else some transient In liquid light, and float on seas of bliss wind

To my Alphonso's soul. Oh, joy too great! Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle. Oh, ecstasy of thought! Help me, Anselino; We'll listen

Help me, Alphonso; take me, reach thy hand; Leon. Hark!

To thee, to thee I call, to thee, Alphonso: Alm. No, all is hush'd, and still as death—'tis Oh, Alphonso!

dreadful ! How reverend is the face of this tall pile,

Osmyn ascending from the tomb. Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arch'd and ponderous roof,

Osm. Who calls that wretched thing that was By its own weight made steadfast and immoveable,

Alphonso ? Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe

Alm. Angels, and all the host of Hearen sup And terror on iny aching sight; the tombs

port me! And monumental caves of death look cold,

Osm. Whence is that voice, whose shrillness,

from the grave, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice;

And growing to his father's shroud, roots up Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear

Alphonso ! Thy voice my own affrights me with its echoes. Speak to it quickly, quickly; speak to me,

Alm. Mercy! Providence! Oh, speak, Leon. Let us return; the horror of this place And silence will increase your melancholy.

Comfort me, help me, hold me, hide me, bide me, Alm. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. Leonora, in thy bosom, from the light,

And from my eyes. No, I will on; show me Anselmo's tomh, Lead me o'er bones and skulls and mouldering Rivet and nail me where I stand, ye powers,

Osm. Amazement and illusion! earth, Of human bodies; for I'll mix with them,

[Coming forward Or wind me in the shroud of some pale corse

That, motionless, I may be still deceiv d. Yet green in earth, rather than he the bride

Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve Of Garcia's more detested bed: that thought

That tender, lovely form of painted air, Exerts my spirits; and my present fears

So like Almeria. Ha! it sinks, it falls; Are lost in dread of greater ill. Then show me, 'Tis life! 'tis warm! 'tis she, 'tis she herself!

I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade. Lead me, for I am bolder grown: lead on Where I may kneel, and pay my vows again

Nor dead, nor shade, but breathing and alive! To him, to Heaven, and my Alphonso's soul.

It is Almeria, 'tis my wife! Leon. I go, but Heaven can tell with what re

Enter HELI. gret.


Leon. Alas! she stirs not yet, nor lifts her eyes; Enter Heli.

He too is fainting- -Help me, help me, stranger. I wander through this maze of monuments,

Whoe'er thou art, and lend thy hand to raise

These bodies.
Yet cannot find him-Hark! sure 'tis the voice
Of one complaining - There it sounds—I'll follow Oh, miracle of happiness! Oh, jog

Heli. Ha! 'tis he! and with Almena! it.


Unhop'd for! does Almeria live! SCENE II.- Opening, discovers a place of Let me behold, and touch her, and be sure

Osm. Where is she? Tombs: one Monument fronting the view "Tis she; show me her face, and let me feel greater thar the rest.

Her lips with mine-'Tis she, I'm not dexird Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA,

1 taste her breath, I warm'd her, and am warm'l.

Look up, Almeria, bless me with thy eyes; Leon. Behold the sacred vault, within whose Look on thy love, thy lover, and thy husband

. womb

Alm. I've sworn I'll not wed Garcia: wbs d'se The poor remains of good Anselmo rest,

force me. Yet fresh and unconsuın'd by time or worms: Is this a father? What do I see? Oh, Heaven! either my eyes Osm. Look on thy Alphonso. Are false, or still the marble door remains Thy father is not here, my love, nor Garcia : Unclos'd; the iron gates, that lead to death Nor am I what I seem, but thy Alphonso. Beneath, are still wide stretch'd upon their hinge, Wilt thou not know me ? Hast thou their forget And staring on us with unfolded leaves.

me ? Alm. Sure 'tis the friendly yawn of death for Hast thou thy eyes, yet canst not see Alphonso ? me;

An I so alter'd, or art thou so chang’d, And that dumb mouth, significant in slow, That seeing my disguise thou seest not me? Invites me to the bed, where I alone

Alm. It is, it is Alphonso; 'tis his face, Shall rest; shows me the grave, where nature, His voice, I know him now, 'I know him all.


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Oh, take me to thy arms, and bear me hence, Some recompence of love and matchless truth.
Back to the bottom of the boundless deep,

Alm. 'Tis more than recompence to see thy
To seas beneath, where thou so long hast dwelt.

Oh, how hast thou return'd? How hast thou If Heaven is greater joy, it is no happiness,

For 'tis not to be borne-What shall I say ?
The wildness of the waves and rocks to this? I have a thousand things to know and ask,
That thus relenting they have given thee back And speak—That thou art here beyond all boype,
To earth, to light and life, to love and me. All thought; and all at once thou art before me,

Osm. Oh, l'il not ask, nor answer, how or why And with such suddenness bast hit my sight,
We both have backward trod the paths of fate, Is such surprise, such mystery, such ecstacy,
To meet again in life: to know I have thee, It hurries all my soul, and stuns my sense.
Is knowing more than any circumstance, Sure from thy father's tomb thou didst arise ?
Or means, by which I have thee-

Osm. I did; and thou, my love, didst call me;
To fold thee thus, to press thy balmy lips,

thou. And gaze upon thy eyes, is so much joy,

Alm. True; but how cam'st thou there? Wert I have not leisure to reflect, or know,

thou alone? Or trifle time in thinking.

Osm. I was, and lying on my father's lead,
Alm. Stay a while

When broken echoes of a distant voice
Let me look on thee yet a little more.

Disturb’d the sacred silence of the vault,
Osm. What wouldst thou ? thou dost put me in murmurs round my head. I rose and listen’d,
from thee.

And thought I heard thy spirit call Alphonso; Alm. Yes.

I thought I saw thee too; but, oh, I thought not Osm. And why? What dost thou mean? Why That I indeed should be so bless'd to see thee dost thou gaze so?

Alm. But still, how cam'st thou thither? How Alm. I know not; 'tis to see thy face, I think

thus ? Ha?
It is too much; too much to bear and live! What 's he, who like thyself, is started here
To see thee thus again is such profusion

Ere seen?
Of joy, of bliss— I cannot bear-I must Osm. Where? Ha! What do I see, Antonio!
Be mad—I cannot be transported thus.

I'm fortunate indeed- -my friend too safe!
Osm. Thou excellence, thou joy, thou heaven Heli. Most happily, in finding you thus bless'd.
of love!

Alm. More miracles! Antonio too, escap'd ! Alm. Where hast thou been ? and how art thou Osm. And twice escap'd; both from the rage alive?

of seas
How is all this? All-powerful Heaven, what are And war: for in the fight I saw him fall.

Heli. But fell unhurt, a pris'ner as yourself,
Oh, my strain'd heart— let me again behold thee, And as yourself made free; hither I came,
For I weep to see thee-Art thou not paler ? Impatiently to seek you, where I knew
Much, much; how thou art chang'd!

Your grief would lead you to lament Anselmo.
Osm. Not in my love.

Osm. There are no wonders, or else all is wonAlm. No, no, thy griefs, I know, have done this

to thee.

Heli. I saw you on the ground, and rais'd you up,
Thou hast wept much, Alphonso; and, I fear, When with astonishment I saw Almeria.
Too much, too tenderly lamented me.

Osm. I saw her too, and therefore saw not thee.
Osm. Wrong not my love, to say too tenderly. Alm. Norl; nor could I, for my eyes were yours.
No more, my life; talk not of tears or grief; Osm. What means the bounty of all-gracious
Affliction is no more, now thou art found.

Why dost thou weep, and hold thee from my arms, That persevering still, with open hand,
My arms which ache to hold thee fast, and grow It scatters goou, as in a waste of mercy ?
To thee with twining? Come, come to my heart

. Where will this end? But Heaven is infinite
Alm. I will, for I should never look enough. In all, and can continue to bestow,
They would have married me; but I had sworn When scanty number shall be spent in telling.
To Heaven and thee, and sooner would have Leon. Or I'm deceiv’d, or I beheld the glimpse

Of two in shining habits cross the aisle;.
Osm. Perfection of all faithfulness and love! Who by their pointing seem to mark this place.
Alm. Indeed I would Nay, I would tell thee Alm. Sure I have dreamt, if we must part so

If I could speak; how I have mourn’d and pray'a! Osm. I wish at least our parting were a dream;
For I have pray'd to thee, as to a saint ; Or we could sleep 'till we again were met.
And thou hast heard my pray'r; for thou art come Heli. Zara with Selim, Sir, I saw and know
To my distress, to my despair, which Heaven

Could only, by restoring thee, have cured. You must be quick, for love will lend her wings.
Osm. Grant me but life, good Heaven, but Alm. What love? Who is she? Why are you
length of days,

alarm’d? To pay some part, some little of this debt,

Osm. She's the reverse of thee; she's my unThis countless sum of tenderness and love,

For which I stand engag'd to this all excellence: Harbour no thought that may disturb thy peaco

Then bear me in a whirlwind to my fate, But gently take thyself away, lest she
Snatch me from life, and cut me short unwarn'd: Should come, and see the straining (f my eyes
Then, then, 'twill be enough--I shall be old, To follow thee.
I shall have pass'd all eras ihen

Retire, my love, I'll think how we may meet
Or yet unmeasur'd time; when I have made To part no more; my friend will tell thee all;
This exquisite, this most amazing goodness, How I escap'd, how I am here, and thus ;





How I'm not call’d Alphonso now, but Osmyn; | I come to mourn with thee, to share thy griefs, And he Heli. All, all, he will unfold,

And give thee, for 'em, in exchange, my love. Ere next we meet

Osm. Oh, that's the greatest grief-I am Alm. Sure we shall meet again

poor, Osm. We shall; we part not but to meet I have not wherewithal to give again. again.

Zar. Thou hast a heart, though 'tis a sange Gladness and warmth of ever kindling love

one; Dwell with thee, and revive thy heart in absence, Give it me as it is; I ask no more

(Exeunt Almeria, LEONORA, and Hell. For all I've done, and all I have endur'd : Yet I behold her-yet-and now no more. For saving thee, when I beheld thee first, Turn your lights inward, eyes, and view my Driven by the tide upon my country's coast, thoughts,

Pale and expiring, drench'd in briny wares, So shall you still behold her—'twill not be. Thou and thy friend, till my compassion found Oh, impotence of sight! Mechanic sense ! Which to exterior objects ow'st thy faculty, Compassion! scarce will't own that name, $ Not seeing of election, but necessity. Thus do our eyes, as do all common mirrors, So quickly was it love; for thou wert godlike Successively reflect succeeding images :

Even then. Kneeling on earth, I loos'd my Not what they would, but must; a star, or toad;

hair, Just as the hand of chance administers,

And with it dried thy watery cheeks, then Not so the mind, whose undetermin’d view

chaf'd Revolves, and to the present adds the past; Thy temples, till reviving blood arose, Essaying farther to futurity;

And, like the morn, vermilion'd o'er thy face. But that in vain. I have Almeria here

Oh, 'Heaven! how did my heart rejoice and At once, as I before have seen her often


When I heheld the day-break of thy eyes,
Enter ZARA and Selim.

And felt the balm of thy respiring lips!

Osm. Oh, call not to my mind what you have Zar. See where he stands, folded and fix'd to

done, earth,

sets a debt of that account before me, Stiffening in thought, a statue among statues. Which shows me poor and bankrapt even in Why, cruel Osmyn, dost thou fly me thus?

hopes. Is it well done? Is this then the return

Zar. The faithful Selim, and my women, For fame, for honour, and for empire lost?

know But what is loss of honour, fame, and empire ? The danger which I tempted to conceal you. Is this the recompence reserv'd for love? You know how I abus'd the credulous king; Why dost thou leave my eyes, and fly my What arts I used to make you pass on him, arms,

When he received you as the prince of Fez; To find this place of horror and obscurity ? And as my kinsman, honour'd and advane'd Am I more loathsome to thee than the grave,

you. That thou dost seek to shield thee there,' and Oh, why do I relate what I have done? shun

What did I not ? Was't not for you this war My love? But to the grave I'll follow thee- Commenc'd ? not knowing who you were, Da He looks not, minds not, hears not! barbarous

why man!

You hated Manuel

, I urg'd my husband Am I neglected thus ? Am I despis’d ?

To this invasion : where he late was lost, Not heard ! Ungrateful Osmyn!

Where all is lost, and I am made a slave. Osm. Ha! 'tis Zara !

*Osm. You pierce my soul-I own it all-Bv Zar. Yes, traitor; Zara, lost, abandon'd Zana,

while Is a regardless suppliant now, to Osmyn. The power is wanting to repay such benefits, The slave, the wretch that she redeem'd from 'Tis treble anguish to a generous heart. death,

Zar. Repay me with thy heart-hat! deut Disdains to listen now, or look on Zara.

thou start ? Osm. Far be the guilt of such reproaches from Make no repły! Is this thy gratitude ? me;

Look on me now, from empire fallen to slavery; Lost in myself, and blinded by my thoughts, Think on my sufferings first, then look on me; I saw you not till now.

Think on the cause of all, then view thyself: Zar. Now then you see me

Reflect on Osmyn, and then look on Zara, But with such dumb and thankless eyes you look, The fallen, the lost, and now the captive Zana. Better I was unseen, than seen thus coldly. And now abandon'd-Say, what then is OsOsm. What would you from a wretch who

myn? came to mourn,

Osm. A fatal wretch-A huge, stupendous And only for his sorrows choose this solitude ?

ruin, Look round; joy is not here, nor cheerfulness, That tumbling on its prop, crush'd all beneath, You have pursu'd misfortune to its dwelling, And bore contiguous palaces to earth. Yet look for gaiety and gladness there.

Zar. Yet thus, thus fallen, thus levelld with Zai. Inhuman! Why, why dost thou rack me

the vilest, thus ?

If I have gain'd thy love, 'tis glorious ruin; And with perverseness, from the purpose, an. Ruin! 'tis still to reign and to be more

swer ? What is't to me, this house of silsery?

* The lines printed in Italics are not in the original,

but are now given to the reader as delivered in the is What joy do I require? if thou dost mourn, presentation at Drury.lane theatre.

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A queen; for what are riches, empire, power, 'Tis daring for a god. Hence to the wheel But larger means to gratify the will ?

With that Ixion, who aspires to hold The steps on which we tread, to rise and reach Divinity embraced; to whips and prisons Our wish; and that obtain’d, down with the Drag him with speed, and rid me of his face. scaffolding

(Guards seize Osmyn, and exeunt. Of sceptres, crowns, and thrones : they've serv'd Zar. Compassion led me to bemoan his state, their end,

Whose former faith had merited much more: And any, like lumber, to be left and scorn'd. And through my hopes in you I undertook Osm. 'Why was I made the instrument to He should be set at large; thence sprung his inthrow

solence, In bonds the frame of this exalted mind? And what was charity he construed love. Zar. We may be free; the conqueror is King. Enough; his punishment be what you mine;

please. In chains unseen I hold him by the heart, But let me lead you from this place of sorrow, And can unwind and strain him as I please. To one where young delights attend, and joys Give me thy love, I'll give thee liberty.

Yet new, unborn, and blooming in the bud, Osm. In vain you offer, and in vain require Which wait to be full-blown at your approach, What neither can bestow. Set free yourself, And spread, like roses, in the morning sun; And leave a slave the wretch that would be so. Where every hour shall roll in circling joys, Zar. Thou canst not mean so poorly as thou And love shall wing the tedious-wasting day talk'st.

Life, without love, is load; and time stands still:
Osm. Alas! you know me not.

What we refuse to him, to death we give ;
Zar. Not who thou art:

And then, then only, when we love, we live. But what this last ingratitude declares,

[Ereunt. This grovelling baseness—Thou say'st true, I know

Thee not; for what thou art yet wants a name;
But something so unworthy and so vile,

SCENE I.-A Prison.
That to have lov'd thee makes me yet more lost,
Than all the malice of my other fate.

OSMYN with a Paper.
Traitor, monster, cold, and perfidivus slave;
A slave not daring to be free! nor dares

Osm. But now, and I was closed within the tomb To love above him; for 'tis dangerous.

That holds my father's ashes; and but now, 'Tis that I know; for thou dost look, with eyes

Where he was prisoner, I am too imprison'd. Sparkling desire, and trembling to possess.

Sure 'tis the hand of Heaven that leads me thus I know my charms have reach'd thy very soul,

And for some purpose points out these rememAnd thrill'd thee through with darted fires; but

brances. thou

In a dark corner of my cell I found Dost fear so much, thou dar’st not wish. The This paper; what it is this light will show. king!

If ny Alphonso-Ha!

[Reading There, there's the dreadful sound, the king's thy If my Alphonso live, restore him, Heaven; rival!

Give me more weight, crush my declining years, Sel. Madam, the king is here, and entering With bolts, with chains, imprisonment and want ;

But bless my son, visit not him for me. Zar. As I could wish: by Heaven, I'll be re. It is his hand; this was his prayer—yet more: veng’d.

Let every hair, which sorrow by the roots

[Reading, Enter the King, Perez, and Attendants. Tears from my hoary and devoted head,

Be doubled in thy mercies to my son: King. Why does the fairest of her kind with. Not for myself, but him, hear me all-graciousdraw

'Tis wanting what should follow-Heaven Her shining from the day, to gild this scene

should follow, Of death and night? Ha! what disorder 's this? But 'tis torn off-Why should that word alone Somewhat I heard of king and rival mention'd. Be torn from this petition ? 'Twas to Heaven, What 's he that dares be rival to the king, But Heaven was deaf, Heaven heard him not; Or lift his eyes to like where I adore ?

but thus, Zar. There, he, your prisoner, and that was Thus as the name of Heaven from this is torn, my slave,

So did it tear the ears of mercy from King. How! better than my hopes ! Does she His voice, shutting the gates of prayer against him. accuse him?

(Aside. If piety be thus debarr'à access Zar. Am I become so low by my captivity, On high, and of good men the very best And do your arms so lessen what they conquer, Is singled out to bleed, and bear the scourge, That Zara must be made the sport of slaves ? What is reward? Or what is punishment ? And shall the wretch, whom yester sun beheld But who shall dare to tax eternal justice ! Waiting my nod, the creature of my power,

Yet I may think-I may, I must; for thought Presume to-day to plead audacious love,

Precedes the will to think, and error lives And build bold hopes on my dejected fate ? Ere reason can be born. Reason, the power King. Better for him to tempt the rage of To guess at right and wrong, the twinkling lamp Heaven,

Of wandering life, that winks and wakes by turns, And wrench the bolt red hissing from the hand Fooling the followers, betwixt shade and shining Of him that thunders, than but to think that in- What noise! Who's there? My friend? How solence.

cam'st thou hither ?


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