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She begg'd the royal signet to release him; What means these tears but grief unutterable ? l'th' morning he must die again ; ere noon King. They are the dumb confessions of thy Her mutes alone must strangle him, or he'll
mind; Escape. This, put together, suits not well. They mean thy guilt, and say thou wert confeKing. Yet that there's truth in what she has
With damn'd conspirators to take my life. Is manifest from every circumstance.
Oh, impious parricide! Now canst thou speak ! This tumult, and the lords who fled with Heli, Álm. O earth, behold, I kneel upon thy bosom, Are confirmation ;--that Alphonso lives, And bend my flowing eyes to stream upon Agrees expressly too, with her report.
Thy face, imploring thee that thou wilt yield; Gon. I grant it
, Sir; and doubt not, but in rage Open thy bowels of compassion, take Of jealousy, she has discover'd what
Into thy womb the last and most forlorn She now repents. It may be I'm deceiv'd. Of all thy race. Hear me, thou common parent But why that needless caution of the princess ? -I have no parent else--be thou a mother, What if she had seen Osmyn? Though 'twere And step between me and the curse of him strange;
Who was—who was, but is no more a father But if she had, what was't to her? Unless But brands my innocence with horrid crimes; She fear'd her stronger charms might cause the And, for the tender names of child and daughter, Moor's
Now calls me murderer and parricide. Affection to revolt.
King. Rise, I command thee, rise,- and if King. I thank thee, friend.
thou wouldst There's reason in thy doubt, and I am warn'd- Acquit thyself of these detested names, But think'st thou that any daughter saw this Swear thou hast never seen that foreign dog, Moor?
Now doom'd to die, that most accursed Osmyn. Gon. If Osmyn be, as Zara has related, Alm. Never, but as with innocence I might, Alphonso's friend, 'tis not impossible
And free of all bad purposes. So Heaven's But she might wish, on his account, to see him. My witness. King. Say'st thou? By Heaven, thou hast King. Vile, equivocating wretch !
[it! rous'd a thought,
With innocence! Oh, patience! hear-she owns That like a sudden earthquake shakes my frame. Confesses it! By Heaven, l'll have him rack'd, Confusion ! then my daughter's an accomplice, Torn, mangled, flay'd, impal-all pains and And plots in private with this hellish Moor. Gon. That were too hard a thought-but see, That wit of man, or dire revenge can think, she comes
Shall he, accumulated, underbear. 'Twere not amiss to question her a little,
Aim. 'Oh, I am lost.— There fate begins to And try howe'er, if I've divin'd aright.
wound. If what I fear be true, she'll be concern'd
King. Hear me, then: if thou canst reply ; For Osmyn's death, as he's Alphonso's friend :
know, traitress, Urge that, to try if she'll solicit for him.
I'm not to learn that curs'd Alphonso lives;
Nor am I ignorant what Osmyn is-
Alm. Then all is ended, and we both must die.
Since thou'rt reveald, alone thou shalt not die. King. Your coming has prevented me, Almeria; And yet alone would'I have died, Heaven knows, I had determin'd to have sent for you.
Repeated deaths, rather than have reveal'd thee. Let your attendant be dismiss'd; I have
Yes, all my father's wounding wrath, though each
(LEON. retires. Reproach cuts deeper than the keenest sword, To talk with you. Come near; why dost thou And cleaves my heart, I would have borne it all, sbake?
Nay all the pains that are prepar'd for thee; What mean those swoln and red-fleck'd eyes, that To the remorseless rack I would have given look
This weak and tender flesh, to have been bruis'd As they had wept in blood, and worn the night And torn, rather than bave reveal'd thy being. In waking anguish? Why this on the day King. Hell
, hell! Do I hear this, and yet Which was design'd to celebrate thy nuptials;
endure ! But that the beams of light are to be stain'd What! dar'st thou to my face avow thy guilt ? With reeking gore, from traitors on the rack ? Hence, ere I curse—fly my just rage with speed; Wherefore I have deferr'd the marriage-rites; Lest I forget us both, and spurn thee from me. Nor shall the guilty horrors of this day
Alm. And yet a father! Think, I am your Profane that jubilee.
child! Alm. All days to me
Turn not your eyes away-look on me kneeling Henceforth are equal: this, the day of death, Now curse me if you can, now spurn me off. To-morrow, and the next, and each that follows, Did ever father curse his kneeling child ? Will undistinguish'd roll, and but prolong Never : for always blessings crown that posture, One hated line of more extended wo.
Nature inclines, and half way meets that duty, King. Whence is thy grief? Give me to know Stooping to raise from earth the filial reverence; the cause;
For bended knees returning folding arms, And look thou answer me with truth; for know, With prayers and blessings, and paternal love. I am not unacquainted with thy falsehood. Oh, hear me then, thus crawling on the earthWhy art thou mute? Base and degenerate maid ! King: Be thou advis’d, and let me go, while yet Gon. Dear Madam, speak, or you'll incense The light impression thou hast made remains. the king
Alm. No, never will I rise, noi lose this Alm. What is't to speak? Or wherefore should hold, I speak ?
'Till you are mov'd and grant that he may ivo
King. Ha! who may live? Take heed ! no I'll catch it-Hark! a voice cries murder! ah, more of that;
My father's voice! hollow it sounds, and calls For on my soul he dies, though thou and I, Me from the tomb—I'll follow it; for there And all should follow to partake his doom. I shall again behold my dear Alphonso. Away, off, let me go Call her attendants.
(Exeunt ALMERIA and LEONORA. (LEONORA and women return. Gon. She's greatly griev'd; nor am I less sur. Alm. Drag me; and harrow the earth with my
pris'd. bare bosom;
Osmyn, Alphonso! No; she over-rates I will not go till you have spar'd my husband. My policy; I ne'er suspected it; King. Ha! What say'st thou? Husband ! Nor now had known it, but from ber mistake. Husband! damnation !
Her husband too! Ha! where is Garcia tben? What husband! Which ? Who?
And where the crown that should descend on hin, Alm. He, he is my husband.
To grace the line of my posterity ? King. Poison and daggers! Who?
Hold, let me think-If I should tell the kingAlm. Oh
(Faints. Things come to this extremity: his daughter Gon. Help, support her.
Wedded already— What if he should yield Alm. Let me go, let me fall, sink deep—I'll Knowing no remedy for what is past, dig,
And urg'a by nature pleading for his child, I'll dig a grave and tear up death; I will; With which he seems to be already shaken. I'll scrape, till I collect his rotten bones,
And though I know he hates beyond the grave And clothe their nakedness with my own flesh; Anselmo's race; yet if-that if concludes me. Yes, I will strip off life, and we will change : To doubt, when I may be assur'd, is folly. I will be death. then, though you kill my hus- But how prevent the captive queen, who means band,
To set him free ? Ay, now 'tis plain. O well He shall be mine still, and for ever mine. Invented tale! He was Alphonso's friend. King. What husband? Whom dost thou This subtle woman will amuse the king. mean?
If I delay-twill do or better so. Gon. She raves !
One to my wish. Alonzo, thou art welcome. Alm. Oh, that I did. Osmyn, he is my husband.
Enter ALONZO. King. Osmyn!
Alon. The king expects your lordship. Alm. Not Osmyn, but Alphonso, is my dear Gor. 'Tis no matter. And wedded husband_Heaven, and air, and seas, I'm not i'the way at present, good Alonzo. Ye winds and waves, I call ye all to witness. Alon. Ift please your lordship, I'll return and King. Wilder than winds or waves thyself
I have not seen you.
Yet stay, I would—but go; anon will serve
Alon. All that it can your lordship shall com I would to Heaven I were
mand. Gon. Have comfort.
Gon. Thanks; and I take thee at thy word. Alm. Curs'd be that tongue that bids me be of
Thou'st seen, comfort;
Amongst the followers of the captive queen, Curs'd my own tongue, that could not move his Dumb men, who make their meaning known by pity;
signs. Curs'd these weak bands that could not hold him
Alon. I have, my lord.
Gon. Couldst thou procure, with speed For he is gone to doom Alphonso's death. And privacy, the wearing garb of one Gon. Your too excessive grief works on your Of those, though purchasd by his death, I'd give fancy,
Thee such reward, as should exceed thy wish. And deludes your sense. Alphonso, if living, Alon. Conclude it done. Where shall I wait Is far from hence, beyond your father's power.
(gence; Alm. Hence, thou detested, ill-timed flatterer! Gon. At my apartment. Use thy utmost diliSource of my woes: thou and thy race be curs'd; And say I've not been seen-Haste, good Alonn But doubly thou, who couldst alone have policy
[Exit Alonzo. And fraud to find the fatal secret out,
So, this can hardly fail. Alphonso slain, And know that Osmyn was Alphonso.
The greatest obstacle is then remov'd. Gon. Ha!
Almeria widow'd, yet again may wed; Alm. Why dost thou start? What dost thou And I yet fix the crown on Garcia's head. (E.sk
sce or hear?
SCENE I.-A Room of State.
Enter King, PEREZ, and Alonzo. blood, Gasping as it would speak; and after, see, King. Not to be found! In an ill hour bed Behold, a damp, dead hand has dropp'd a dagger:
None, say you ? none! What, not the favourite | All nature, softness, pity, and compassion. eunuch?
This hour I throw ye off
, and entertain Nor she herself, nor any of her mutes,
Fell hate within my breast, revenge, and gall. Have yet requir'd admittance ?
By Heaven, I'll meet and counterwork this Per. None, my lord.
treachery. King. Is Osmyn so dispos'd as I commanded? Hark thee, villain, traitor-answer me, slare. Per. Fast bound in double chains, and at full Per. My service has not merited those litles. length
King. Darst thou reply ? Take that—thy He lies supine on earth: with as much ease
(Strikes him. She might remove the centre of this earth, What's thy whole life, thy soul, thy all, to koy As loose the rivets of his bonds.
One moment's ease?' Hear my command: and King. 'Tis well.
Drench me thy dagger in Alphonso's heart. Ha! stop, and seize that mute; Alonzo, follow Why dost thou start ? Resolve, orhim.
Per. Sir, I will. Entering he met my eyes, and starting back, King. 'Tis well-that when she comes to set Frighted, and fumbling one hand in his bosom,
him free, As to conceal th' importance of his errand. His teeth may grin, and mock at her remorse. (Alonzo follows him, and returns with a
(PER. going paper.
-Stay thee— l've farther thought I'll add to Alon. A bloody proof of obstinate fidelity?
this, King. What dost thou mean?
And give her eyes yet greater disappointment: Alon. Soon as I seiz'd the man,
When thou hast ended
him, bring me his robe He snatch'd from out his bosom this—and strove, And let the cell where she'll expect to see him With rash and greedy haste, at once, to cram Be darken’d, so as to amuse the sight. The morsel down his throat. I caught his arm, I'll be conducted thither-mark me wellAnd hardly wrench’d his hand to wring it from There with his turban, and his robe array'd, him:
And laid along, as he now lies, supine, Which done, he drew a poignard from his side, I shall convict her, to her face, of falsehood. And on the instant plung'd it in his breast. When for Alphonso's she shall take my hand,
King. Remove the body thence, ere Zara see it. And breathe her sighs upon my lips for his ;
Alon. I'll be so bold to borrow his attire. Sudden I'll start, and dash her with her guilt. 'Twill quit me of my promise to Gonsalez. But see, she comes. I'll shun th' encounter;
thou Per. Whate'er it is, the king's complexion Follow me, and give heed to my direction. turns.
(Eseunt. King. How's this? My mortal foe beneath (Having read the letter.
Enter ZARA and Selim. Oh, give me patience, all ye powers ! No, rather
Zar. The mute not yet return'd! ha! 'twas Give me new rage, implacable revenge,
the king, And trebled fury -Ha! who's there?
The king that parted hence! frowning he went; Per. My lord,
His eyes like meteors rolld, then darting down King. Hence, slave! how dar’st thou 'bide to Their red and angry beams; as if his sight watch and pry
Would, like the raging dog-star, scorch the Into how poor a thing a king descends,
Th’ imperfect look, and sternly turn'd away. Rank traitors! thou art with the rest cornbin'd; Zar. Shun me, when seen! I fear thou hast Thou knew'st that Osmyn was Alphonso;
Thy shallow artifice begets suspicion,
What should have ne'er been seen. Imperfect King. Thou liest.
mischief! Thou art accomplice too with Zara; here Thou, like the adder, venomous and deaf, Where she sets down-Still will I set thee free. Hast stung the traveller, and after hear'st
[Reads. Not his pursuing voice; even when thou think'st 'That somewhere is repeated—I have power To hide, the rustling leaves and bended grass O'er them that are thy guards—Mark that, thou Confess and point the path which thou hast crept. traitor.
Oh, fate of fools! officious in contriving; Per. It was your majesty's command I should in executing, puzzled, lame, and lost. Obey her order
Sel. Avert it, Heaven, that you should even King. (Reading 1 And still will I set
suffer Thee free, Alphonso.—Hell! curs’d, curs’d Al- For my defect; or that the means which 1 phonso!
Devis'd to serve, should ruin your design. False and perfidious Zara! Strumpet daughter! Prescience is Heaven's alone, not given to nian, Away, begone, thou feeble boy, fond love; If I have fail'd, in what, as being man
I needs must fail; impute not as a crime Had enter'd long ere now, and borne down all
The king in persun animate our men,
The traitor Perez, and the captive Moor, Zar. I have not leisure now to take so poor Are through a postern fled, and join'd the foe. A forfeit as thy life ; somewhat of high
Gon. Would all were false as that; for whona And more important fate requires my thought. When I've concluded on myself, if I
The Moor, is dead. That Osmyn was Alphonso; Think fit, I'll leave thee my command to die. In whose heart's blood this poignard yet is warm Regard me well, and dare not to reply
Gar. Impossible! for Osmyn was, while flying, To what I give in charge; for I'm resolv'd. Pronounc'd aloud by Perez for Alphonso. Give order that the two remaining mutes
Gon. Enter that chamber, and convince your Attend me instantly, with each a bowl
eyes, Of such ingredients mix'd, as will with speed How much report has wrongd your easy faith. Benumb the living faculties, and give
(GARCIA goes in Most easy and inevitable death.
Alon. My lord, for certain truth, Perez is filed; Yes, Osmyn, yes; be Osmyn or Alphonso, And has declar'd the cause of his revolt I'll give thee freedom, if thou dar'st be free: Was to revenge a blow the king had given him. Such liberty as I embrace myself
Gar. (Returning.] Ruin and horror! Oh, Thou shalt partake. Since fates no more afford; heart-wounding sight! I can but die with thee, to keep my word. (Ereunt. Gon. What says my son? What ruin? Ha!
what horror ? SCENE II.- Opening, shows the Prison.
Gar. Blasted my eyes, and speechless be my
tongue, Enter Gonsalez, disguised like a Mute, with a This deed--Oh, dire mistake! Oh, fatal blow!
Rather than or to see, or to relate
The King !
Gar. Dead, weltering, drown'd in blood. And all as still as at the noon of night!
See, see, attir'd like Osmyn, where he lies. Sure death already has been busy here.
[They look in There lies my way; that door too is unlock'd. Oh, whence, or how, or wherefore was this done?
(Looking in. But what imports the manner or the cause Ha! sure he sleeps—all's dark within, save what Nothing remains to do, or to require, A lamp, that feebly lifts a sickly flame,
But that we all should turn our swords against By fits reveals-his face seems turn'd, to favour Ourselves, and expiate with our own, his blood. Th' attempt ; I'll steal and do it unperceiv'd. Gon. Oh, wretch! Oh, cursed, rash, deluded What noise! Somebody coming ? is't Alonzo ?
fool! Nobody. Sure he'll wait without-I would On me, on me turn your avenging swords. 'Twere done I'll crawl and sting him to the I, who have spilt my royal master's blood, heart,
Should make atonement by a death as horrid, Then cast my skin, and leave it there to answer it. And fall beneath the band of my own son.
(Goes in. Gar. Ha! what! atone this murder with a
greater! Enter GARCIA and ALONZO,
The horror of that thought has damp'd my rage
The earth already groans to bear this deed; Gar. Where, where, Alonzo, where's my fa- Oppress her not, nor think to stain her face ther? where
With more unnatural blood. Murder my for The king? Confusion ! all is on the rout!
ther! All's lost, all ruin'd by surprise and treachery. Better with this to rip up my own bowels, Where, where is he? Why dost thou mislead And bathe it to the hilt in far less damnable me ?
Self-murder. Alon. My lord, he entered but a moment since, Gon. Oh, my son! from the blind dotage And could not pass me unperceiv'd—What, hoa ! Of a father's fondness these ills arose. My lord ! my lord! What, hoa ! my lord Gon. For thee I've been ambitious, base, and bloody: salez!
For thee I've plung'd into this sea of sin;
Stemming the tide with only one weak hand, Enter GONSALEZ, bloody
While t'other bore the crown (to wreathe thy
brow) Gon. Perdition choke your clamours—whence Whose weight has sunk me, ere I reach'd the this rudeness?
shore. Garcia !
Gar. Fatal ambition! Hark! the foe is enter'd: Gar. Perdition, slavery, and death,
[Sheul. Are entering now our doors. Where is the king? The shrillness of that shout speaks them at What means this blood, and why this face of
hand. horror ?
We have no time to search into the cause Gon. No matter-give me first to know the of this surprising and most fatal error.
What's to be done ? the king's death known Of these your rash and ill-timed exclamations.
would strike Gar. The eastern gate is to the foe betray'd, The few remaining soldiers with despair, Who, lut for heaps of slain that choke the passage, And make them yield to mercy of the conqueror,
Alon. My lord, I've thought how to conceal the With haggard eyes ? Why are your arms across ? body.
Your heavy and desponding heads hung down? Require me not to tell the means, till done, Why is't you more than speak in these sad Lest you forbid what yon may then approve.
signs? [Goes in. Shout. Give me more ample knowledge of this mourning Gon. They shout again! Whate'er he means [They open the scene, she perceives the body. to do,
Ha ! prostrate ! bloody! headless! Oh, I'm lost. Twere fit the soldiers were amus'd with hopes; Oh, Osmyn! Oh, Alphonso ! Cruel fate ! And in the mean time fed with expectation Cruel, cruel, oh, more than killing object ! To see the king in person at their head. I came prepar'd to die, and see thee die
Gar. Were it a truth, I fear 'tis now too late. Nay, came prepar'd myself to give thee death But I'll omit no care, nor haste; and try, But cannot bear to find thee thus, my OsmynOr to repel their force, or bravely die. [Erit. Oh, this accurs'd, this base, this treacherous
Sel. I've sought in vain, for no where can the As but an hour ago I'd not have done,
king Though for the crown of universal empire. Be found But what are kings reduc'd to common clay? Zar. Get thee to hell, and seek him there. Or what can wound the dead ?-I've from the
[Stabs hem. body
His hellish rage had wanted means to act, Sever'd the head, and in an obscure corner But for thy fatal and pernicious counsel. Dispos'd it, muffied in the mute's attire,
Sel. You thought it better then--but I'm reLeaving to view of them who enter next,
warded. Alone the undistinguishable trunk:
The mute you sent, by some mischance was seen, Which may be still mistaken by the guards And forc'd to yield your letter with his life; For Osmyn, if in seeking for the king,
I found the dead and bloody body stripp'd They chance to find it.
My tongue falters, and my voice fails--I sinkGon. 'Twas an act of horror:
Drink not the poison—for Alphonso is—[Dies. And of a piece with this day's dire misdeeds. Zar. As thou art now-and I shall quickly be. But 'tis no time to ponder or repent.
'Tis not that he is dead: for 'twas decreed Haste thee, Alonzo, haste thee hence with speed, We both should die. Nor is't that I survive; To aid my son. I'll follow with the last I have a certain remedy for that. Reserve to reinforce his arms: at least,
But, oh, he died, unknowing in my heart. I shall make good and shelter his retreat. He knew I lov’d, but knew not to what height,
(Exeunt severally. Nor that I meant to fall before his eyes,
A martyr and a victim to my vows. Enter Zara, followed by Selim and two Mutes, Insensible of this last proof he's gone; bearing the Bowls.
Yet fate alone can rob his mortal part
Of sense; his soul still sees and knows each pur Zar. Silence and solitude are every where.
pose Through all the gloomy ways and iron doors And fix'd event of my persisting faith. That hither lead, nor human face nor voice Then wherefore do I pause? give me the bowl. Is seen or heard. A dreadful din was wont
(A Mute kneels, and gives one of the bowle. Tograte the sense, when enter'd here, from groans Hover a moment, yet, thou gentle spirit, And howls of slaves, condemn'd; from clink of Soul of my love, and I will wait thy flight. chains,
This to our mutual bliss, when join'd above. And crash of rusty bars and creeking hinges :
(Drinks. And ever and anon the sight was dash'd Oh, friendly draught, already in my heart, With frightful faces, and the meagre looks Cold, cold; my veins are icicles and frost. Of grim and ghastly executioners.
I'll creep into his bosom, lay me there ; Yet more this stillness terrifies my soul, Cover us close-or I shall chill his breast, Than did that scene of complicated horrors. And fright him from my arms-- See, see, he slides It may be that the cause of this my errand Still farther from me, look he hides his face, And purpose, being chang'd from life to death, I cannot feel it-quite beyond my reach,Has also wrought this chilling change of temper. Oh, now he's gone, and all is dark- (Dies. Or does my heart bode more? What can it more (The Mutes kneel, and mourn over her. Than death? Let 'em set down the bowls, and warn Alphonso
Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. That I am here-50. You return and find
(Mutes go in. Alm. Oh, let me seek him in this horrid cell . The king ; tell him what he requir'd, I've done, For in the tomb, or prison I alone And wait his coming to approve the deed. Must hope to find him.
(Exit Selim. Leon. 'Heavens! what dismal scene
Of death is this! The eunuch Selim slain!
Alm. Show me; for I am come in search at
death, Zar. What have you seen ? Ha! wherefore But want a guide, for tears have dimm'd my sight. stare you thus,
Leon. Alas! a little farther, and behold [The Mutes return and look affrighted. | Zara all pale and dead! two frightful men,