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Diego. What dreadful shock affects me? a Don Alphonso de Luna: I am a scholar of this mist comes over my eyes, and my knees knock university, and am willing to submit to whatever together as if I had got a fit of the shaking palsy. punishment he, through your means, shall inflict; Mun. I tell you a word in your ear.
but wreak not your vengeance here. Diego. Has any stranger broke into my house? Diego. Thus then my hopes and cares are at
Mun. Yes, by —hic—a fine young gentle- once frustrated : possessed of what I thought a man, he now in a next room with missy. jewel, I was desirous to keep it for myself; I
Diego. Holy St. Francis! is it possible ? raised up the walls of this house to a great height;
Mun. Go you round softly—you catch them I barred up my windows toward the street ; I put together.
double bolts on my doors; I banished all that had Diego. Confusion! Distraction! I shall run the shadow of man or male kind; and I stood mad.
[Erit. continually sentinel over it myself, to guard my Re-enter URSULA.
suspicion from surprise : thus secured, I left my Urs. O shame, monstrous ! you drunken swab, watch for one little moment, and in that momentyou have been in the cellar, with a plague to you.
Leon. Pray, pray, guardian, let me tell you the Mun. Let me put my hands about your neck story, and you'll find I am not to blame. Urs. Oh, I shall be ruin'd! Help, help! ruin, should have considered that sixteen and sixty
Diego. No, child, I only am to blame, who ruin !
agree ill together. But, though I was too old to Re-enter LEANDER and LEONORA.
be wise, I am not too old to learn; and so, I say, Leon. Goodness me, what's the matter? send for a smith directly, beat all the grates from Urs. Oh, dear child, this black villain has my windows, take the locks from my doors, and frightened me out of my wits; he has wanted let egress and regress be given freely
Mun. Me! curse a heart, I want nothing wid Leon. And will you be my husband, Sir? her—what she say I want for
Diego. No, child, I will give you to one that Leon. Ursula, the gentleman says he has some will make you a better husband: here, young friends waiting for him at the other side of the man, take her: if your parents consent, to-morrow garden wall, that will throw him over a ladder shall see you joined in the face of the church; and made of ropes, which he got up by.
the dowry which I promised her, in case of failure DUET.-LEANDER and LEONORA.
on my side of the contract, shall now go with her,
as a marriage portion. Leand. Then must I go?
Leand. Signior, this is so generous Leon. Yes, good Sir, yes.
Diego. No thanks; perhaps I owe acknowLeand. A parting kiss!
ledgments to you; but you, Ursula, have no es Leon. No, good Sir, no.
cuse, no passion to plead, and your age should Leand. It must be so.
have taught you better. I'll give you five hunBy this, and this,
dred crowns, but never let me see you more. Here I could for ever grow.
Mun. And what you give me, massa ? 'Tis more than mortal bliss.
Diego. Bastinadoes, for your drunkenness and Leon. Well, now good night;
infidelity. Call in my neighbours and friends. Pray, ease our fright:
Oh, man! man! how short is your foresight; You're very bold, Sir,
how ineffectual your prudence; while the very Let loose your hold, Sir;
means you use are destructive of your ends! I think you want to scare me quite. Leand. Oh fortune's spight!
FINALE. Leon. Good night, good night.
Diego. Go, forge me fetters, that shall bind Hark! the neighb'ring convent's bell
rage of the tempestuous wind; Tolls, the vesper hour to tell ;
Sound with a needle-full of thread The clock now chimes;
The depth of ocean's steepy bed; A thousand times,
Snap like a twig the oak's tough tree; A thousand times, farewell!
Quench Etna with a cup of tea;Re-enter Don DIEGO.
In these manœuvres show your skill, Diego. Stay, Sir, let nobody go out of the room.
Then hold a woman if you will. Urs. (Falling doron.) Ah! ah! a ghost! a Chor. In these manœuvres, &c. ghost !
Urs. Permit me to put in a word: Diego. Woman, stand up.
My master here is quite absurd: Urs. I wont, I wont: murder! don't touch me.
That men should rule our sex is meet, Diego. Leonora, what am I to think of this ?
But art, not force, must do the feat; Leon. Oh, dear Sir, don't kill me.
Remember what the fable says, Diego. Young man, who are you, who have
Where the sun's warm and melting thus clandestinely, at an unseasonable hour, broke into my house? Am I to consider you as a robber,
Soon bring about what wind and rain, or how?
With all their fuss, attempt in vain Leand. As one whom love has made indiscreet; of one whom love taught industry and art
Chor. Soon bring about, &c. to compass his designs. I love the beautiful Leo- Mun. And, massa, be not angry pray, uora, and she me; but, further than what you
If neger man a word should say; hear and see, neither one nor the other have been
Me have a fable pat as she, culpable.
Which wid dis matter will agree: Mun. Hear him, hear him.
An owl once took it in his head, Leand. Don Diego, you know my father well, Wid some young pretty bird to wed;
But when his worship came to woo,
What locks, what bars, should then im. He could get none but de cuckoo.
pede, Chor. But when his worship, &c.
Or keep me from my charming maid ! Leon. Ye youth select, who wish to taste
When a woman's front is wrinkled,
And her hairs are sprinkled
How her lovers fall away!
Like fashions past
Aside she's cast,
No one respect will pay:
And while the sun shines make hay
You must not expect, in December,
The flowers you gather'd in May.
And above and below,
From my top to my toe,
Are running about, hurry scurry.
My heart in my bosom a bumping,
And jumping, Round me light your wings display,
And thumping; And bear a lover on his way.
Is't a spectre 1 see? Oh, could I but, like Jove of old,
Hence, vanish.—Ah me! Transform myself to showery gold;
My senses deceive me; Or in a swan my passion shroud,
Soon reason will leave me; Or wrap it in an orient cloud;
What a wretch am I destin'd to be! Vou I ...2 T
IN FIVE ACTS.
BY DR. YOUNG.
'Tus tragedy is the dramatic master-piece of its valuable author, but at first was not so successful as Busirin and his other plays. Though similar, in some degree, to the story of Shakspeare's Othello, the motives for resens. ment in Zanga are of a more noble and consistent nature, and the credulous object of his deadly hatred more ercusable and more pitied in yielding to its subtlety.
There is great scope for talent in the character of Zanga; but the whining nonsense of Alonzo and Carlos would tire in any hands.
We have inserted at the foot of the page, * a narrative of an event said to have really happened in Spain a few years before this piece was written; it is so nearly followed by Dr. Young, in his admirable Revenge, as to leave no doubt of having formed its ground-work.
COVENT GARDEN, 1814.
COVENT GARDEN, 1814.
Messrs. Brown, Grant, fc
Mrs. Egerton. ... Miss Logan SCENE.—Spain.
Has wrought my mind to this, I cannot tell; SCENE I.-Battlements, with a sea prospect.
But horrors now are not displeasing to me:
(Thunder, Enter ZANGA.
I like this rocking of the battlements. Zan. Whether first nature, or long want of Rage on, ye winds; burst, clouds, and, waters, peace,
* Mr. Hughes, in his criticism on Othello, introduces the following narrative, to which allusion is made in out reinarks.-" The short story I am going to tell is a just warning to those of jealous honour to look about them, and begin to possess their souls as they ought: for no man of spirit knows how terrible a creature he is, till he comes to be provoked.
* Don Alonzo, a Spanish nobleman, had a beautiful and virtuous wife, with whom he had lived some years in great tranquillity. The gentleman, however, was not free from the faults usually imputed to his nation; he was prond, suspicious, and impetuous. He kept a Moor in his house, whom, on a complaint from his lady, be had punished for a small offence with the utmost severity. The slave vowed revenge, and communicated his resoloijon to one of the lady's women with whom he had lived in a criminal way. This creature also hated her mistress, for she feared she was observed by her; she therefore undertook to make Don Alonzo jealous, by insinuating that the gardener was often admitted to his lady in private, and promising to make him an eye witness of it
. At a proper time, agreed on between her and the Morisco, she sent a message to the gardener, that his lady. having some hasty orders to give him, would have him come that moment to her in her chamber. In the mean time she had placed Alonzo privately in an outer room, that he might ulserve who passed that way. It was not long before he saw the gardener appear. Alonzo had not patience, but following him into the apartment, struck him
at one blow with a dagger to the heart; then dragging his lady by the hair, without inquiring further, he instantly killed her.
" Here he paused, looking on the dead bodies with all the agitations of a demon of revenge; when the wench who had occasioned these terrors, distracted with remorse, threw herself at his feet, and in a voice of lamentation, without sense of the consequence, repeated all her guill. Alonzo was overwhelmed with the violent passivas at one instant, and uttered the broken voices and motions of each of them for a moment; till at last he recollected himself enough to end his agony of love, anger, disdain, revenge, and remorse, by murdering the maid, the Mor and himself."
You bear a just resemblance of my fortune, 10, Mahomet! on this important hour,
And give at length my famish'd soul revenge!
What is revenge, but courage to call in
Our honour's debts, and wisdom to convert Who's there? My love!
Others' self-love into our own protection ? Isa. Why have you left my bed?
But see, the morning dawn breaks in upon us; Your absence more affrights me than the storm. I'll seek Don Carlos, and inquire my fate.
Zan. The dead alone in such a night can rest,
SCENE II.-The Palace.
Enter Don Manuel and Don CARLOS. you;
Man. My lord Don Carlos, what brings your Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you.
express ? Is this is a night for walks of contemplation? Car. Alonzo's glory, and the Moor's defeat. Something unusual hangs upon your heart, The field is strew'd with twice ten thousand slain, And I will know it: by our loves, I will.
Though he suspects his measures were betray'd. Ask I too much to share in your distress? He'll soon arrive. Oh, how I long t’ embrace Zan. In tears ? thou fool! then hear me, and The first of heroes, and the best of friends! be plung'd
I lov'd fair Leonora long before In hell's abyss, if ever it escape thee.
The chance of battle gave me to the Moors, To strike thee with astonishment at once From whom so late Alonzo set me free; I hate Alonzo. First recover that,
And while I groan'd in bondage, I deputed And then thou shalt hear further.
This great Alonzo, whom her father honours, Isa. Hate Alonzo!
To be my gentle advocate in love,
Man. And what success ? Zan. Hear then. 'Tis twice three years since Car. Alas, the cruel maidthat great man
Inderd her father, who, though high in court, (Great let me call him, for he conquer'd me) And powerful with the king, has wealth at heart Made me the captive of his arm fight.
To heal his devastations from the Moors. He slew my father, and threw chains o'er me, Knowing I'm richly freighted from the east, While I with pious rage pursued revenge. My fleet now sailing in the sight of Spain, I then was young; he plac'd me near his person, (Heaven guard it safe through such a dreadful And thought me not dishonour'd by his service.
storm!) One day (may that returning day be night, Caresses me, and urges her to wed. The stain, the curse, of each succeeding year!) Man. Her aged father, see, For something, or for nothing, in his pride Leads her this way. He struck me. (While I tell it, do 1 live?) Car. She looks like radiant truth, He smote me on the cheek—I did not stab him, Brought forward by the hand of hoary time For that were poor revenge-E'er since, his folly You to the port with speed ; 'tis possible Has strove to bury it beneath a heap
Some vessel is arriv'd. Heaven grant it bring Of kindnesses, and thinks it is forgot.
Tidings which Carlos may receive with joy! Insolent thought! and like a second blow!
[Erit Don MANUEL. Affronts are innocent, where men are worthless; Enter Don ALVAREZ and LEONORA. And such alone can wisely drop revenge.
Alv. Don Carlos, I am labouring in your favour Isa. But with more temper, Zanga, tell your With all a parent's soft authority, story;
And earnest counsel.
Car. Angels second you !
Alv. Daughter, the happiness of life depends When trod upon. Proud Spaniard, thou shalt On our discretion, and a prudent choice. feel me!
Look into those they call unfortunate, For from that day, the day of my dishonour, And, closer view'd, you'll find they are unwise : From that day have I curs'd the rising sun, Some flaw in their own conduct lies beneath. Which never fail'd to tell me of my
shame. Don Carlos is of ancient, noble blood, From that day have I bless'd the coming night, And then his wealth might mend a prince's forWhich promis'd to conceal it; but in vain;
tune. The blow return'd for ever in my dream. For hirn the sun is lab’ring in the mines, Yet on I toil'd, and groan'd for an occasion A faithful slave, and turning earth to gold: Of ample vengeance; none has yet arrived. His keels are freighted with that sacred power, Howe'er, at present, I conceive warm hopes By which e'en kings and emperors are made. Of what may wound him sore in his ambition, Sir, you have my good wishes, and I hope Life of his life, and dearer than his soul.
My daughter is not indispos'd to hear you. By nightly march he purpos’d to surprise
(Eriti The Moorish camp; but I have taken care Car, Oh, Leonora ! why art thou in tears? They shall be ready to receive his favour. Because I am less wretched than I was? Failing in this, a cast of utmı st moment, Before your father gave me leave to woo you, Would darken all the conquests he has won. Hush'd was your bosom, and your eye serene.
Isa. Just as I enter'd, an express arriv'd. Leon. Think you my father too indulgent to me, Zan. To whom?
That he claims no dominion o'er my tears ? Isa. His friend, Don Carlos.
A daughter sure may be right dutiful, Zan. Be propitious,
Whose tears alone are free from a restraint
Car. Had I known this before, it had been well : For I dare open all my heart to thee. ( had not then solicited your father
Never was such a day of triumph known! To add to my distress;
There's not a wounded captive in my train, Have I not languish'd prostrate at thy feet? That slowly follow'd my proud chariot wheels, Have I not liv'd whole days upon thy sight? With half a life, and beggary, and chains, Have I not seen thee where thou hast not been? But is a god to me: I am most wretched. And, mad with the idea, clasp'd the wind, In his captivity, thou know'st, Don Carlos, And doted upon nothing ?
My friend (and never was a friend more dear) Leon. Court me not,
Deputed me his advocate in love,
What did I do?-I lov'd myself. Indeed,
One thing there is might lessen my offence Than those regards you throw away on me; (If such offence admits of being lessen'd;) Your valour, honour, wisdom, prais'd by all. I thought him dead; for (by what fate I know not) But bid physicians talk our veins to temper,
His letters never reach'd me. And with an argument new set a pulse;
Zan. Thanks to Zanga, Then think, my lord, of reasoning into love. Who thence contriv'd that evil which has bapCar. Must I despair then? do not shake me pen'd.
Alon. Yes, curs’d of Heaven! I lov'd myself, My temper-beaten heart is cold to death.
and now, Ah, turn, and let me warm me in thy beauties. In a late action, rescu'd from the Moors, Heavens! what a proof I gave, but two nights I have brought home my rival in my friend. past,
Zan. We hear, my lord, that in that action too, Of matchless love! To fling me at thy feet, Your interposing arm preserv'd his life. I slighted friendship, and I flew from fame; Alon. It did -- with more than the expense of Nor heard the summons of the next day's battle:
mind: But darting headlong to thy arms, I left For, oh, this day is mention'd for their nuptials. The promis'd fight, I left Alonzo too,
But see, she comes; I'll take my leave and die. To stand the war, and quell a world alone.
(Retires [Trumpets. Zan. Hadst thou a thousand lives, thy death Leon. The victor comes. My lord, I must
would please me. withdraw
(Erit. Unhappy fate! my country overcome! Enter DON ALONZO.
My six years' hope of vengeance quite expir’d
Would nature were— I will not fall alone: Car. Alonzo!
But others' groans shall tell the world my death Alon. Carlos !-I am whole again; Clasp'd in thy arms, it makes my heart entire. Car. Whom dare I thus embrace? The con
Alon. When nature ends with anguish like to Alon. Yes, much more- Don Carlos' friend.
this, The conquest of the world would cost me dear, Sinners shall take their last leave of the sun, Should it beget one thought of distance in thee. And bid his light adieu. I rise in virtues to come nearer to thee.
Leon. The mighty conqueror I conquer with Don Carlos in mine eye, Dismay'd! I thought you gave the foe your sorAnd thus I claim my victory's reward.
(Embraces him. Alon. Oh, cruel insult! are those tears Four Car. A victory indeed! your godlike arm
sport, Has made one spot the grave of Africa;
Which nothing but a love for you could draw? Such nuinbers fell; and the survivors filed Afric l' quell'd, in hope by that to purchase As frighted passengers from off the strand, Your leave to sigh unscorn'd; but I complain not; When the tempestuous sea comes roaring on 'Twas but a world—and you are Leonora. them.
Leon. That passion which you boast of is your Alon. 'Twas Carlos conquer'd, 'twas his cruel
A treason to your friend. You think mean of me, Inflam'd me to a rage unknown before,
To plead your crimes as motives of my love. And threw my former actions far behind.
Alon. You, Madam, ought to thank those Car. I love fair Leonora. How I love her!
crimes you blame! Yet still I find (I know not how it is)
'Tis they perinit you to be thus inhuman, Another heart, another soul, for thee.
Without the censure both of earth and Heaven
I fondly thought a last look might be kind.
Farewell for ever.---This severe behaviour
Leon. Farewell for ever! Sweet to die! Oh, Humbly begs leave to speak in private with you.
(Exit. Alon. Oh, Leonora !
For Carlos did I plead, and most sincerely.
Witness the thousand agonies it cost me.
quer of Afric.