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Thee not; for what thou art yet wants a name;" That Zara must be made the sport of slaves? But something so unworthy and so vile,
And shall the wretch, whom yester sun beheld That to have loved thee makes me yet more lost Waiting my nod, the creature of my power, Than all the malice of my other fate.
Presume to-day to plead audacious love, Traitor, monster, cold, and perfidious slave! And build bold hopes on my dejected fate? A slave not daring to be free ; nor dares
King. Better for him to tempt the rage of To love above him; for 'tis dangerous.
Heaven, 'Tis that, I know; for thou dost look, with eyes And wrench the bolt red-hissing from the hand Sparkling desire, and trembling to possess. Of him that thunders, than but to think that inI know my charms have reached thy very soul,
solence. And thrilled thee through with darted fires; but 'Tis daring for a god. Hence to the wheel thou
With that Ixion, who aspires to hold Dost fear so much, thou darest not wish. The Divinity embraced; to whips and prisons king!
Drag him with speed, and rid me of his face. There, there's the dreadful sound! the king's thy
(Guards seize Osmyn, and ereunt. rival!
Zura. Compassion led me to bemoan his state, Sel. Madam, the king is here, and entering now. Whose former faith had merited much more: Zara. As I could wish; by Heaven I'll be re- And, through my hopes in you, I undertook venged.
He should be set at large ! thence sprung his in
solence, Enter the King, Perez, and Attendants.
And what was charity, he construed love. King. Why does the fairest of her kind with- King. Enough; his punishment be what you draw
please. Her shining from the day, to gild this scene But let me lead you from this place of sorrow, Of death and night? Ha! what disorder's this? To one where young delights attend, and joys, Somewhat I heard of king and rival mentioned. Yet new, unborn, and blooming in the bud, What’s he that dares be rival to the king, Which wait to be full-blown at your approach, Or lift his eyes to like where I adore ?
And spread, like roses to the morning sun : Zara. There, he, your prisoner, and that was Where every hour shall roll in circling joys,
And love shall wing the tedious wasting day. King. How? better than my hopes? Does Life, without love, is load; and time stands still: she accuse him?
[ Aside. What we refuse to him, to death we give; Zara. Am I become so low by my captivity, And then, then only, when we love, we live. And do your arms so lessen what they conquer,
SCENE I.-A Prison.
'Tis wanting what should follow-Heaven should
follow, Osmyn with a Paper.
But 'tis torn off-Why should that word alone Osm. But now, and I was closed within the Be torn from this petition? 'Twas to Heaven, tomb,
But Heaven was deaf, Heaven heard him not; That holds my father's ashes; and but now,
but thus, Where he was prisoner, I too ain imprisoned. Thus as the name of Heaven from this is torn, Sure 'tis the hand of Heaven that leads me thus, So did it tear the ears of mercy from And for some purpose points out these reinem- His voice, shutting the gates of prayer against brances.
him. In a dark corner of my cell I found
If piety be thus debarred access
[Reading. Is singled out to bleed, and bear the scourge, If my Alphonso live, restore him, Heaven; What is reward? Or what is punishment? Give me more weight, crush my declining years But who shall dare to tax eternal justice ! With bolts, with chains, imprisonment, and Yet I may think I may, I musť; for thought want;
Precedes the will to think, and error lives ' But bless my son, visit not him for me.' Ere reason can be born. Reason, the power It is his hand; this was
prayer- -yet more: To guess at right and wrong, the twinkling lamp Let every hair, which sorrow by the roots Of wandering life, that winks and wakes by
[Reading. turns, • Tears from my hoary and devoted head, Fooling the follower, betwixt shade and shining. • Be doubled in thy mercies to my son:
What noise! Who's there? My friend? Hors 'Not for myself, but him, hear me, all-gracious'
camest thou bither?
Can beat and flutter in my cage, when I
Would soar and stoop at victory beneath. Heli. The time's too precious to be spent in Heli. Abate this ardour, sir, or we are lost; telling
And think on what we may reduce to practice. The captain, influenced by Almeria's power, Zara, the cause of your restraint, may be Gave order to the guards for my admittance. The means of liberty restored. That gained,
Osm. How does Almeria ? But I know she is Occasion will not fail to point out ways As I am. Tell me, may I hope to see her? For your escape. Mean time, I have thought Heli. You may. Anon, at midnight, when the already king
With speed and safety to convey myself, Is gone to rest, and Garcia is retired,
Where, not far off, some malcontents hold counWho takes the privilege to visit late,
cil Presurning on a bridegroom's right, she'll come. Nightly, who hate this tyrant; some, who love Osm. She'll come; 'tis what I wish, yet what Anselmo's memory, and will, for certain, I fear.
When they shall know you live, assist your cause. She'll come; but whither, and to whom? Oh, Osin. My friend and counsellor, as thou think'st Heaven!
fit, To a vile prison, and a captived wretch; So do. I will, with patience, wait my
fortune. To one, whom, had she never known, she had Heli. When Zara comes, abate of your averBeen happy. Why, why was that heavenly crea- sion. ture
Osm. I hate her not, nor can dissemble love : Abandoned o'er to love what Heaven forsakes? But as I may I'll do. I have a paper Why does she follow, with unwearied steps, Which I would shew thee, friend, but that the One, who has tired misfortune with pursuing ?
sight One driven about the world, like blasted leaves Would hold thee here, and clog thy expedition. And chaff, the sport of adverse winds; 'till late, Within I found it, by my father's hand At length imprisoned in some cleft of rock, 'Twas writ; a prayer for me, wherein appears On earth it rests, and rots to silent dust? Paternal love, prevailing o'er his sorrows; Heli. Have hopes, and hear the voice of better Such sanctity, such tenderness, so mixed fate.
With grief, as would draw tears from inhuI have learned there are disorders ripe for mutiny manity. Among the troops, who thought to share the Heli. The care of Providence sure left it there, plunder,
To arm your mind with hope. Such piety Which Manuel to his own use and avarice Was never heard in vain. Heaven has in store Converts. This news has reached Valentia's For you those blessings it withheld from him. frontiers,
In that assurance live; which time, I hope,
[Erit Heli. Osm. By Heaven thou hast roused me from I have been to blame, and questioned, with immy lethargy!
piety, The spirit which was deaf to my own wrongs, The care of Heaven. Not so my father bore And the loud cries of my dead father's blood, More anxious grief. This should have better Deaf to revenge—nay, which refused to hear
taught me; The piercing sighs and murmurs of my love This lesson, in some hour of inspiration Yet unenjoyed; what not Alineria could By him set down, when his pure thoughts were Revive or raise, my people's voice has wakened. borne,
Heli. Our posture of affairs, and scanty time, Like fumes of sacred incense, o'er the clouds, My lord, require you should compose yourself. And wafted thence, on angels' wings, through Osm. Oh, my Antonio ! I am all on fire;
ways My soul is up in arms, ready to charge
Of liglıt, to the bright source of all. For there
I'll treasure as more worth than diadems,
Enter Zara, veiled.
Osm. What brightness breaks upon me thus , Off, slavery. Oh, curse! that I alone
through shades, Vol. I.
And promises a day to this dark dwelling? . Have I done this? Tell me, am I so cursed? Is it my love?
Osm. Time may have still one fated hour to Zara. Oh, that thy heart had taught
[Lifting her veil. Which, winged with liberty, might overtake Thy tongue that saying !
Occasion past. Osm. Zara! I am betrayed
Zara. Swift as occasion, I By my surprise.
Myself will fly; and earlier than the morn, Zara. What! does my face displease thee? Wake thee to freedom. Now 'tis late; and That, having seen it, thou dost turn thy eyes
yet Away, as from deformity and horror
Some news few minutes past arrived, which If so, this sable curtain shall again
seemed Be drawn, and I will stand before thee, seeing, To shake the temper of the king—Who knows And unseen.
Is it my love?' Ask again What racking cares disease a monarch's bed? That question; speak again in that soft voice; Or love, that late at night still lights his lamp, And look again with wishes in thy eyes.
And strikes his rays through dusk and folded lids, Oh, no! thou canst not, for thou seest me now, Forbidding rest, may stretch his eyes awake, As she, whose savage breast hath been the cause And force their balls abroad at this dead hour. Of these thy wrongs; as she, whose barbarous I'll try.
Osm. I have not merited this grace; Has loaded thee with chains and galling irons. Nor, should my secret purpose take effect, Well dost thou scorn me, and upbraid iny false-Can I repay, as you require, such benefits. ness;
Zara. Thou canst not owe me more, nor have Could one who loved, thus torture whom she I more loved?
To give, than I have already lost. But now, No, no, it must be hatred, dire revenge,
So does the form of our engagements rest, And detestation, that could use thee thus. Thou hast the wrong till I redeem thee hence; So dost thou think; then do but tell me so; That done, I leave thy justice to return Tell me, and thou shalt sce how I'll revenge My love. Adicu.
[E.rit. Thec on this false one, how I'll stab and tear Osm. This woman has a soul, This heart of lint, 'till it shall bleed; and thou Of godlike mould, intrepid and commanding, Shall
weep for mine, forgetting thy own miseries. And challenges, in spite of me, my best Osm. You wrong me, beauteous Zara, to be-Esteem; to this, she's fair, few more can boast lieve
Of personal charms, or with less vanity I bear my fortunes with so low a mind,
Might hope to captivate the hearts of kings; As still to meditate revenge on all,
But she has passions which outstrip the wind, Whom chance, or fate, working by secret causes, And tear her virtues up, as tempests root Has made, per-force, subservient to that end
I fear, when she shall know the truth, The heavenly powers allot me; no, not you,
Some swift and dire event of her blind rage But destiny, and inauspicious stars,
Will make all fatal. But, behold, she comes llave cast me down to this low being. Or, For whom I fear, to shield me froin my fears, Granting you had, from you I have deserved it. The cause and comfort of my boding heart. Zuru. Canst thou forgive me, then? wilt thou believe
Enter ALMERIA. So kindly of my fault, to call it madness? My life, my health, my liberty, my all! Oh, give that madness yet a milder name, How shall I welcome thee to this sad place? And call it passion! then, be still more kind, How speak to thee the words of joy and transAnd call that passion love.
port? Osm. Give it a name,
How run into thy arms, withheld by fetters? Or being, as you please, such I will think it. Or take thee into mine, while I am thus manaZara. Oh, thou dost wound me more with this cled, thy goodness,
And pinioned, like a thief or murderer? Than e'er thou couldst with bitterest reproaches; Shall I not hurt and bruise thy tender body, Thy anger could not pierce thus to my heart. And stain thy bosom with the rust of these Osm. Yet I could wish
Rude irons ? Must I meet thee thus, Almeria? Zara. Haste me to know it; what?
Alm. Thus, thus; we parted, thus to meet aOsm. That at this time I had not been this gain. thing.
Thou toldst me thou wouldst think how we might Zara. What thing?
meet, Osm. This slave.
To part no more- -Now, we will part no more; Zara. Oh, Heaven! my fears interpret For these thy chains, or death, shall join us ever. This thy silence; somewhat of high concern, Osm. Hard means to ratify that word! Oh Long fashioning within thy labouring mind,
cruelty ! And now just ripe for birth, my rage has ruined. That ever I should think beholding thee
A torture ! Yet such is the bleeding anguish Why dost thou thus unman me with thy words, Of my heart, to see thy fufferings—Oh, Heaven! And melt me down to mingle with thy weepings? That I could almost turn my eyes away,
Why dost thou ask? Why dost thou talk thus Or wish thee from my sight.
piercingly? Alm. Oh, say not so!
Thy sorrows have disturbed thy peace of mind, Though 'tis because thou lovest me. Do not say, And thou dost speak of miseries impossible. On any terms, that thou dost wish me from thee. Alm. Didst not thou say, that racks and wheels No, no, 'tis better thus, that we together
were balm, Feed on each other's heart, devour our woes And beds of ease, to thinking me thy wife? With mutual appetite; and, mingling in
Osm. No, no; nor should the subtlest pains One cup the cominon stream of both our eyes,
that hell, Drink bitter draughts, with never-slaking thirst; Or hell-born malice, can invent, extort Thus better, than for any cause to part.
A wish, or thought, from me to have thee other. What dost thou think? Look not so tenderly But thou wilt know what harrows up my heart : Upon me--speak, and take me in thy arms- Thou art my wife--nay, thou art yet my brideThou canst not; thy poor arms are bound, and The sacred union of connubial love strive,
Yet unaccomplished: his mysterious rites In vain, with the remorseless chains, which gnaw Delayed; nor has our Hymeveal torch And eat into thy flesh, festering thy limbs Yet lighted up his last most grateful sacrifice; With rankling rust.
But dashed with rain from eyes, and swailed with Osm. Oh! O
sighs, Alm. Give me that sigh.
Burns dim, and glimmers with expiring light, Why dost thou heave, and stifle in thy griefs? Is this dark cell a temple for that god ? Thy heart will burst, thy eyes look red, and start; Or this vile earth an altar for such offerings ? Give thy soul way, and tell me thy dark thought. This den for slaves, this dungeon damped with Osm. For this world's rule, I would not wound
woes; thy breast
Is this our marriage-bed? are these our joys ? With such a dagger as then stuck my heart. Is this to call thee mine? Oh, hold, my heart! Alm. Why? why? To know it, cannot wound To call thee mine! Yes; thus, even thus, to call
Thee inine, were comfort, joy, extremnest extasy, Than knowing thou hast felt it. Tell it me, But, Oh, thou art not mine, not even in misery; Thou givest me pain with too much tenderness. And’tis denied to me to be so blessed,
Osm. And thy excessive love distracts my sense. As to be wretched with thee, Oh, wouldst thou be less killing, soft, or kind, Alm. No; not that Grief could not double thus his darts against me. The extremést malice of our fate can hinder : Alm. Thou dost me wrong, and grief, too, robs That still is left us, and on that we'll feed,
As on the leavings of calamity. If there he shoot not every other sliaft;
There we will feast and smile on past distress, Thy second self should feel each other wound, And hug, in scorn of it, our mutual ruin. And woe should be in equal portions dealt. Osm. Oh, thou dost talk, my love, as one reI am thy wife
solved, Osm. Oh, thou hast searched too deep: Because not knowing danger. But look forward; There, there I bleed; the re pull the cruel cords, Think of to-morrow, when thou shalt be torn That strain my cracking nerves; engines and from these weak, struggling, unextended arms: wheels,
Think how my heart will heave, and eyes will That piece-meal grind, are beds of down and strain, balm
To grasp and reach what is denied
hands : To that soul-racking thought,
Think how the blood will start, and tears will Alm, 'Then I am cursed
gush, Indeed, if that be so ! if I am thy torment, To follow thee, my separating soul. Kill me, then, kill me, dash me with thy chains, Think how I am, when thou shalt wed with Tread on me : What, am I the bosom-snake
Garcia! That sucks thy warm life-blood, and gnaws thy Then will I smear these walls with blood, distiheart?
gure Oh, that thy words had force to break those And dash my face, and rive my clotted hair, bonds,
Break on the flinty floor my throbbing breast, As they have strength to tear this heart in sun- And grovel, with gashed hands, to scratch a grave, der;
Stripping my vails to tear this parement up, So shouldst thou be at large from all oppression. And bury me alive. Am I, am I of all thy woes the worst?
Alm. Heart-breaking horror! Osm. My all of bliss, my crerlasting life, Osm. Then Garcia shall lie panting on thy boa Soul of my soul, and end of all iny wishes,
Luxurious, revelling amidst thy charms; Choak in my rage, and know the utmost depth And thou, per-force, must yield, and aid his trans- of this deceiver—You seem much surprised. port.
Osm. At your return so soon, and unexpected! Hell! hell! have I not cause to rage and rave? Zara. And so unwished, unwanted too, it seems. What are all racks, and wheels, and whips, to this? Confusion ! Yet I will contain myself, Are they not soothing softness, sinking ease, You are grown a favourite since last we parted; And wafting air, to this? Oh, my Almeria! Perhaps I am saucy and intrudingWhat do the damned endure, but to despair, Osm. Madam! But knowing heaven, to know it lost for ever? Zara. I did not know the princess' favourite. Alm. Oh, I am struck; thy words are bolts of Your pardon, sir—mistake me not; you think ice,
I am angry; you are deceived. I came to set Which, shut into my breast, now melt and chill You free; hut shall return much better pleased,
To find you have an interest superior. I chatter, shake, and faint, with thrilling fears. Osm. You do not come to mock my miseries? No, hold me not! Oh, let us not support,
Zara. I do. But sink each other, deeper yet, down, down, Osm. I could at this time spare your mirth. Wherc, levelled low, no more we'll lift our eyes, Zara. I know thou couldst; but I am not often But prone, and dumb, rot the firm face of earth pleased, With rivers of incessant scalding rain.
And will indulge it now. What miseries?
Who would not be thus happily confined,
To be the care of weeping majesty; Zara. Somewhat of weight to me requires his To have contending queens, at dead of night, freedom.
Forsake their down, to wake with watery eyes, Dare you dispute the king's command? Behold And watch, like tapers, o'er your hours of rest? The royal signet.
Oh, curse! I cannot holdPer. I obey; yet beg
Osm. Come, it is too much. Your majesty one moment to defer
Zara. Villain! Your entering, till the princess is returned
Osm. How, madam! From visiting the noble prisoner.
Zara. Thou shalt die. Zara. Ha!
Osm. I thank you. What sayest thou?
Zara. Thou liest, for now I know for whom Osm. We are lost! undone ! discovered !
thou wouldst live. Retire, my life, with speed- Alas! we are seen : Osm. Then you may know for whom I would Speak of compassion, let her hear you speak
die. Of interceding for me with the king;
Zara. Hell! hell! Say somewhat quickly to conceal our loves, Yet I will be calm_Dark and unknown be If possible
trayer! Alm. I cannot speak.
But now the dawn begins, and the slow hand Osm. Let me
Of fate is stretched to draw the veil, and leave Conduct you forth, as not perceiving her, Thee bare, the naked mark of public view. But till she's
then bless me thus again. Osm. You may be still deceived, 'tis in my Zara. Trembling and weeping as he leads her powerforth !
Zara. Ha! sayest thou—but I will prevent itConfusion in his face, and grief in hers! Who waits there? As you will answer it, look 'Tis plain I have been abused-Death and de- this slave
[To the guard. struction!
Attempt no means to make himself away. Ilow shall I search into this mystery?
I have been deceived. The public safety now The bluest blast of pestilential air
Requires he should be more confined, and done, Strike, damp, deacen her charms, and kill his No, not the princess, suffered or to see eyes;
Or speak with him. I will quit you to the king. Perdition catch them both, and ruin part them. Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent Osm. This charity to one unknown, and thus The base injustice thou hast done my love :
(Aloud to Almeria as she goes out. Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past distress, Distressed, Heaven will repay; all thanks are And all those ills which thou so long hast mournpoor.
[Erit Almeria. Cura. Damned, damned dissembler! Yet I Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, will be calm,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned [Exeunt.