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Heaven's pay on earth for such great souls as | I soon will follow; that which now disturbs thee yours;

Shall be cleared up, and thou shall not condemn If fair and innocent, I am your due.

[Erit Leon. Alon. Innocent!

[Aside. Oh, how like innocence she looks !What, stab Leon. How, my lord! I interrupt you.

her! Alon. No, my best life! I must not part with And rush into her blood !

-I never can! thee

In her guilt shines, and nature holds my hand. This hand is mine- -Oh, what a hand is here! How then? Why thus-No more; it is deterSo soft, souls sink into it, and are lost!

mined. Leon. In tears, my lord ? Alon. What less can speak my joy?

Enter ZANGA. 1 gaze, and I forget my own existence :

Zan. I fear his heart has failed him. She must 'Tis all a vision-my head swims in heaven!

die. Wherefore ! oh, wherefore this expence of beau- Can I not rouse the snake that's in his bosom, ty?

To sting our human nature, and effect it! And wherefore-Oh!

[Aside. Why, I could gaze upon thy looks for ever,

Alon. This vast and solid earth, that blazing And drink in all my being from thine eyes :

sun, And I could snatch a flaming thunderbolt,

Those skies through which it rolls, must all have And hurbi destruction !

end! Leon. How, my lord! what mean you? What then is man? the smallest part of nothing! Acquaint me with the secret of your heart

, Day buries day, month month, and year the yearOr cast me out for ever from your love! Our life is but a chain of many deaths ! Alon. Art thou concerned for me?

Can, then, death's self be feared? our life much Leon. My lord, you fright me.

Is this the fondness of your nuptial hour? Life is the desert, life the solitude,
I am ill-used, my lord, I must not bear it. Death joins us to the great majority :
Why, when I woo your hand, is it denied me? 'Tis to be borne to Plato's, and to Cæsars;
Your very eyes, why are they taught to shun me? | Tis to be great for ever;
Nay, my good lord, I have a title here, 'Tis pleasure, 'tis ambition then to die.

[Taking his hand. Zan. I think, my lord, you talked of death. And I will have it. Am not I your wife?

Alon. I did. Have not I just authority to know

Zan. I give you joy, then Leonora's dead! That heart which I have purchased with my

own? Alon. No, Zanga, the greatest guilt is mine, Lay it before me then; it is my due.

'Tis minė, who might have marked his midnight Unkind Alonzo! though I might demand it,

visit; Behold I kneel! See, Leonora kneels !

Who might have marked bis tameness to resign And deigns to be a beggar for her own! Tell me the secret, I conjure you tell me.

Who might have marked her sudden turn of lore: The bride foregoes the homage of her day,

These, and a thousand tokens more; and yet Alvarez' daughter trembles in the dust.

(For which the saints absolve my soul!) did wed. Speak, then, I charge you speak, or I expire,

Zan. Where does this tend? And load you with my death! My lord, my

Alon. To shed a woman's blood lord!

Would stain my sword, and make my wars iaAlon. Ha, ha, ha!

[He breaks from her, and she sinks upon But just resentment to myself bears in it
the floor.

A stamp of greatness above vulgar minds. Leon. Are these the joys which fondly I con- He, who, superior to the checks of nature, ceived ?

Dares make his life the victim of his reason, And is it thus a wedded life begins?

Does, in some sort, that reason deity,
What did I part with, when I gave my heart; And take a flight at Heaven,
I knew not that all happiness went with it.

Zan. Alas, my lord,
Why did I leave my tender father's wing, 'Tis not your reason, but her beauty finds
And venture into love! The maid that loves, Those arguments, and throws you on your sword.
Goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, You cannot close an eye that is so bright;
And puts her trust in miracles for safety.

You cannot strike a breast that is so soft, Where shall I sigh - Where pour out my com- That has ten thousand ecstacies in store plaints ?

For Carlos—No, my lord, I mean for you. He that should hear, should succour, should re- Alon. Oh, through my heart and marrow! dress,

Prithee spare me; He is the source of all.

Nor more upbraid the weakness of thy lord, Alon. Go to thy chamber;

I own, I tried, I quarrelled with my heart,


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And pushed it on, and bid it give her death; Alon. That thought has more of hell than had But, oh, her eyes struck first, and murdered me! the former.

Zan. I know not what to answer to my lord. Another, and another, and another ! Men are but men; we did not make ourselves. And each shall cast a smile upon my tomb! Farewell, then, my best lord, since you must die. I am convinced; I must not, will not die. Oh, that I were to share your monument,

Zan. You cannot die; nor can you murder her. And in eternal darkness close these eyes

What then remains ? In nature no third way, Against those scenes which I am doomed to suf- But to forget, and so to love again. fer!

Alon. Oh! Alon. What dost thou mean?

Zan. If

f you forgive, the world will call you Zan. And is it then unknown?

good; Oh, grief of heart to think that you should ask it! If you forget, the world will call you wise; Sure you distrust that ardent love I bear you, If you receive her to your grace again, Else could you doubt when you are laid in dust, The world will call you—very, very kind. But it will cut my poor heart through and through, Alon. Zanga, I understand thee well. She dies, To see those revel on your sacred tomb, Though my arm trembles at the stroke, she dies. Who brought you thither by their lawless loves. Zan. That's truly great. What think you

'twas For there they'll revel, and exult to find Him sleep so fast, who else might mar their joys. The Greek and Roman name in such a lustre, Alon. Distraction !But Don Carlos, well But doing right in stern despite to nature, thou know'st,

Shutting their ears to all her little cries, Is sheathed in steel, and bent on other thoughts. When great, august, and godlike justice called? Zan. I'll work him to the murder of his friend. At Aulis, one poured out a daughter's life,

[Aside. And gained more glory than by all his wars ; Yes, tell the fever of his blood returns,

Another slew his sister in just rage; While her last kiss still glows upon his cheek. A third, the theme of all succeeding times, But when he finds Alonzo is no more,

Gave to the cruel axe a darling son. How will he rush like lightning to her arms! Nay, more, for justice soine devote themselves, There sigh, there languish, there pour out his As he at Carthage, an immortal name! soul;

Yet there is one step left above them all, But not in grief

-sad obsequies to thee! Above their history, above their fable, But thou wilt be at peace, nor see, nor hear A wife, bride, mistress, unenjoyed

do that, The burning kiss, the sigh of ecstacy,

And tread upon the Greek and Roman glory. Their throbbing hearts that jostle one another : Alon. 'Tis donc ! -Again new transports Thank Heaven, these torments will be all my fire my brain :

I had forgot it, 'tis my bridal night. Alon. I'll ease thee of that pain. Let Carlos Friend, give me joy, we must be gay together; die !

See that the festival he duly honoured. O'ertake him on the road, and see it done. And when with garlands the full bowl is crowned, 'Tis my command.

[Gives his signet. And music gives the elevating sound, Zan. I dare not disobey.

And golden carpets spread the sacred floor, Alon. My Zanga, now I have thy leave to die. And a new day the blazing tapers pour; Zan. Ah, sir ! think, think again. Are all men Thou, Zanga, thou my solemn friends invite, buried

From the dark realms of everlasting night; In Carlos' grave ! You know not womankind. Call Vengeance, call the furies, call Despair, When once the throbbing of the heart has broke And Death, our chief invited guest, be there; 'The modest zone with which it first was tied, He, with pale hand, shall lead the bride, and spread Each man she meets will be a Carlos to her. Eternal curtains round our nuptial bed. (Exeunt.

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Ha! Carlos ?-Horror ! Carlos?-Oh, away!

Co to the grave, or let me sink to mine.

I cannot bear the sight-What sight?-Where Alor. Oh, pitiful! Oh, terrible to sight! There's nothing here-If this was fancy's work, Poor mangled shade ! all covered o'er with She draws a picture strongly.

wounds. And so disguised with blood ! -Who murder

Enter Zanga, ed thee?

Zan. Ha ! -you're pale. Tell thy sad tale, and thou shalt be revenged. Alon, I's Carlos murdered?


Zan. I obeyed your order.

Sweet myrtles, and ye golden orange groves! Six ruffians overtook him on the road;

Why do you smile? Why do you look so fair? He fought as he was wont, and four he slew. Are ye not blasted as I enter in? Then sunk beneath an hundred wounds to death. Yes, see how every flower lets fall its head! His last breath blest Alonzo, and desired How shudders every leaf without a wind ! llis bones might rest near yours.

How every green is as the ivy pale ! Alon. Oh, Zanga! Zanga!

Did ever midnight ghosts assemble here? But I'll not think : for I must act, and thinking Have these sweet echoes ever learned to groan? Would ruin me for action. Oh, the medley Joy-giving, love-inspiring, holy bower! Of right and wrong! the chaos of my brain ! Know, in thy fragrant bosom thou receivest Ile should, and should not die—You should obey, Amurderer! Oh, I shall stain thy lilies, And not obey—“It is a day of darkness, And horror will usurp the seat of bliss. Of contradictions, and of many deaths.

So Lucifer broke into paradise, Where's Leonora, then ? Quick, answer me: And soon damnation followed. (He advances.) I'm deep in horrors, I'll be deeper still.

Ha! she sleepsI find thy artifice did take effect,

The day's uncommon heat has overcome her. And she forgives my late deportment to her. Then take, my longing eyes, your last full gaze. Zan. I told her, from your childhood you was Oh, what a sight is here! bow dreadful fair! wont,

Who would not think that being innocent? On any great surprise, but chiefly then

Where shall I strike? Who strikes her, strikes When cause of sorrow bore it company,

hinself. To have your passions shake the seat of reason; My own life-blood will issue at her wound. A momentary ill, which soon blew o'er.

Oh, my distracted heart!-Oh, cruel Heaven! Then did I tell her of Don Carlos' death, To give such charms as these, and then call man, (Wisely suppressing by what means he fell) Mere man, to be your executioner. And laid the blame on that. At first she doubt- Was it because it was too hard for you?

But see, she smiles! I never shall smile more. But such the honest artifice I used,

It strongly tempts me to a parting kiss. And such her ardent wish it should be true,

[Going, he starts back. That she, at length, was fully satisfied.

Ha! smile again. She dreams of him she loves. Alon. 'Twas well she was. In our late inter- Curse on her charms! I'll stab her through them view,

all. [As he is going to strike, she wukes. My passion so far threw me from my guard, Leon. My lord, your stay was long, and yonder (Methinks 'tis strange) that, conscious of her guilt, lull She saw not, through its thin disguise, my heart. Of falling waters tempted me to rest,

Zun. But what design you, sir, and how? Dispirited with noon's excessive heat.
Alon. I'll tell thee.

Ålon. Ye powers! with what an eye she mends Thus I've ordained it. In the jasmine bower,

the day! The place which she dishonoured with her guilt, While they were closed, I should have given the There will I meet her; the appointment's made ;


[.1 side. And calınly spread (for I can do it now) Oh, for a last embrace ! and then for justice : The blackness of her crime before her sight, Thus, Heaven and I shall both be satistied. And then, with all the cool solemnity

Leon. What says my lord ! Of public justice, give her to the grave. [Erit. Alon. Why this Alonzo says; Zan. Why, get thee gone! horror and night go If love were endless, men were gods; 'tis that with thee.

Does counterbalance travel, danger, painSisters of Acheron, go hand in hand;

Tis Ileaven's expedient to make mortals bear Go dance around the bower, and close them in; The light, and cheat them of the peaceful grave. And tell them that I sent you to salute them. Leon. Alas, my lord! why talk you ot the Profane the ground, and for th' ambrosial rose, And breath of jasmine, let hemlock blacken, Your friend is dead : in friendship you sustain And deadly nightshade poison all the air. A mighty loss; repair it with my love. For the sweet nightingale may ravens croak, Alon. Thy love, thou piece of witchcraft! I Toads pant, and adders rustle through the leaves; May serpents, winding up the trees, let fall Thou brightest angel! I could gaze for ever. Their bissing necks upon them from above, Where hadst thou this, enchantress, tell me where, And mingle kisses--such as I could give them. Which, with a touch, works miracles, boils up

[Erit. My blood to tumults, and turns round my brain? SCENE II.-The bower.

Even now thou swim'st before me. I shall lose

theeLeonora sleeping. Enter Alonzo. No, I will make thee sure, and clasp thee all. Alon. Ye amaranths ! ye roses, like the morn! Who turned this slender waist with so much art,


would say,

And shut perfection in so small a ring? 'Tis fascination, 'tis the wrath of Heaven
Who spread that pure expanse of white above, For the collected crimes of all his race.
On which the dazzled sight can find no rest, Oh, how the great man lessens to my thought!
But, drunk with beauty, wanders up and down How could so mean a vice as jealousy,
For ever, and for ever finds new charms? Unnatural child of ignorance and guilt,
But oh, those eyes! those murderers! Oh, Which tears and feeds upon its parent's heart,

Live in a throng of such exalted virtues ?
Whence didst thou 'steal their burning orbs? I scorn and hate, yet love him and adore.
From heaven?

I cannot, will not, dare not think it true, Thou didst; and 'tis religion to adore them. Till from himself I know it.

[Erit. Leon. My best Alonzo, moderate your thoughts; Zan. This succeeds Extremes still fright me, though of love itself. Just to my wish. Now she, with violence,

Alon. Extremes indeed! it hurried me away ; Upbraids him; he, well knowing she is guilty, But I come home again—and now for justice Rages no less; and if, on either side, And now for death–It is impossible The waves run high, there still live hopes of Sure such were made by Heaven guiltless to sin,

ruin. Or in their guilt to laugh at punishment. [Aside.

Enter Alonzo. I leave her to just Heaven.

[Drops the dagger, and goes off. My lord Leon. Ha, a dagger!

'Alon. Oh, Zanga, hold thy peace! I am no What dost thou say, thou minister of death?

coward; What dreadful tale dost tell me?- -Let me But Heaven itself did hold my hand; I felt it, think

By the well-being of my soul, I did.

I'll think of vengeance at another season.
Enter ZANGA,

Zan. My lord, her guilt-
Zan. Death to my towering hopes ! Oh, fall Alon. Perdition on thee, Moor,
from high !

For that one word! Ah, do not rouse that My close, long-laboured scheme at once is blasted. thought! That dagger, found, will cause her to enquire; I have o'erwhelmed it as much as possible : Enquiry will discover all; my hopes

Away, then, let us talk of other things. Of vengeance perish; I myself am lost

I tell thee, Moor, I love her to distraction. Curse on the coward's heart! wither his hand, If 'tis my shame, why, be it so—I love her; Which held the steel in vain !-What can be Nor can I help it; 'tis imposed upon me


By some superior and resistless power.
Where can I fix?-

That's something still—'twill I could not hurt her to be lord of earth; breed

It shocks my nature like a stroke from Heaven. Fell rage and bitterness betwixt their souls, Angels defend her, as if innocent. Which may, perchance, grow up to greater evil : But see, my Leonora comes- -Begone. If not, 'tis all I can— It shall be so- [Aside.

[Erit Zanga, Leon. Oh, Zanga, I am sinking in my fears !

Alonzo dropped this dagger as he left me,
And left me in a strange disorder too.

Oh, seen for ever, yet for ever new!
What can this mean? Angels preserve his life! The conquered thou dost conquer o'er again,
Zan. Yours, madam, yours.

Inflicting wound on wound. Leon. What, Zanga, dost thou say?

Leon. Alas, my

lord ! Zan. Carry you goodness, then, to such ex- What need of this to me? tremes,

Alon. Ha! dost thou weep? So blinded to the faults of him you love,

Leon. Have I no cause? That you perceive not he is jealous?

Alon. If love is thy concern, Leon. Heavens !

Thou hast no cause : none ever loved like me, And yet a thousand things recur that swear it. But wherefore this? Is it to break my heart, What villain could inspire him with that thought? Which loses so much blood for every tear? It is not of the growth of his own nature.

Leon. Is it so tender? Zan. Some villain, who, hell knows; but he is Alon. Is it not? Oh, Heaven! jealous;

Doubt of my love! Why, I am nothing else ; And 'tis most fit a heart so pure as yours It quite absorbs my every other passion. Do itself justice, and assert its honour,

Oh, that this one embrace would last for ever! And make him conscious of its stab to virtue. Leon. Could this man ever mean to wrong my Leon. Jealous ! it sickens at my heart. Un- virtue? kind,

Could this man e'er design upon my life? Ungenerous, groundless, weak, and insolent ! Iinpossible ! I throw away the thought. [Aside. Why, wherefore, and what shadow of occasion ? These tears declare how much I taste the joy

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Of being folded in your arms and heart; Guilt, conscious guilt!
My universe does lie within that space.

Leon. This to my face ! Oh, Heaven!
This dagger bore false witness.

Alon. This to thy very soul.
Alon. Ha, my dagger!

Leon. Thou art not in earnest?
It rouses horrid images.

Alon. Serious as death.
Away with it, and let us talk of love,

Leon. Then Heaven have mercy on thee. Plunge ourselves deep into the sweet illusion, Till now, I struggled not to think it true; And hide us there from every other thought. I sought conviction, and would not believe it. Leon. It touches you.

And dost , thou force me? This shall not be Alon. Let's talk of love.

borne; Leon. Of death!

Thou shalt repent this insult.

(Going. Alon. As thou lov'st happiness

Alon. Madam, stay; Leon. Of inurder!

Your passion's wise ; 'tis a disguise for guilt : Alon. Rash,

'Tis my turn now to fix you here awhile; Rash woman! yet forbear.

You and your thousand arts shall not escape me. Leon. Approve my wrongs !

Leon. Arts ! Alon. Then must I fly, for thy sake and my Alon. Arts. Confess; for death is in my hand.

Leon. 'Tis in your words. Leon. Nay, by my injuries, you first must Alon. Confess, confess, confess! hear me :

Nor tear my veins with passion to compel thee. Stab me, then think it much to hear my groan ! Leon. I scorn to answer thee, presumptuous

Alon. Heaven strike me deaf!
Leon. It well may sting you home.

Alon. Deny, then, and incur a fouler shame. Alon. Alas, thou quite mistak’st my cause of Where did I find this picture? pain !

Leon. Ha, Don Carlos ! Yet, yet disiniss me; I am all in flames. By my best hopes, more welcome than thy own. Leon. Who has most cause, you or myself? Alon. I know it; but is vice so very rank, What act

That thou shouldst dare to dash it in my face? Of my whole life encouraged you to this? Nature is sick of thee, abandoned woman! Or of your own, what guilt has drawn it on you ? Leon. Repent. You find me kind, and think me kind to all; Alon. Is that for me? The weak, ungenerous error of your sex.

Leon. Fall, ask my pardon. What could inspire the thought? We oftenest Alon. Astonishment ! judge

Leon. Dar’st thou persist to think I am disFom our own hearts; and is yours then so honest? frail,

Alon. I know thee so. It prompts you to conceive thus ill of me?

Leon. This blow, then, to thy heartHe that can stoop to harbour such a thought,

[She stabs herself, he endeavours to preDeserves to find it true.

[Holding him.

vent her. Alon. Oh, sex, sex, sex ! Turning on her. Alon. Hoa, Zanga! Isabella ! hoa! she bleeds! The language of you all. Ill-fated woman! Descend, ye blessed angels, to assist her! Why hast thou forced me back into the gulf Leon. This is the only way I would wound Of agonies I had blocked up from thought?

thee, I know the cause; thou saw'st me impotent Though most injust. Now think me guilty still. Ere while to hurt thee, therefore thou turn'st on

Enter ISABELLA. me; But, by the pangs I suffer, to thy woe:

Alon. Bear her to instant help! The world to For, since thou hast replunged me in my torture, I will be satisfied.

Leon. Unhappy man! well mayst thou gaze Leon. Be satisfied !

and tremble : Alon. Yes, thy own mouth shall witness it a- But fix thy terror and amazement right; gainst thee.

Not on my blood, but on thy own distraction. I will be satified.

What hast thou done! Whoin censured ?-Leo Leon. Of what?

nora! Alon. Of what !

When thou hast censured, thou wouldst save her How dar'st thou ask that question ? Woman, wo

life; man,

Oh, inconsistent ! Should I live in shame, Weak and assured at once! thus 'tis for ever. Or stoop to any other means but this Who told thee that thy virtue was suspected? To assert my virtue ? No; she who disputes Who told thee I designed upon thy life? Admits it possible she might be guilty. You found the dagger; but that could not speak : While aught but truth could be my inducement Nor did I tell thee; who did tell thee, then?

to it, S

save her!

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