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Is manifest, from every circumstance.

Why art thou mute? Base and degenerate maid ! This tumult, and the lords who iled with Heli, Gons. Dear madam, speak, or you'll incense Are confirmation ;--that Alphonso lives,

the king. Agrees expressly too, with her report.

Alm. What is it to speak? Or wherefore should Gons. I grant it, sir; and doubt not, but in I speak ? rage

What mean these tears but grief unutterable ? Of jealousy, she has discovered what

King. They are the dumb confessions of thy She now repents. It may be l'in deceived.

mind; But why that needless caution of the princess? They mean thy guilt, and say thou wert confedeWhat if she had seen Osmyn? Though it were strange ;

With damned conspirators, to take my life. But if she had, what was't to her, unless Oh, impious parricide! Now canst thou speak? She feared her stronger charms might cause the Alm. O earth, behold, I kneel upon thy boson, Moor's

And bend my flowing eyes to stream upon Affection to revolt ?

Thy face, imploring thee that thou wilt yield; King. I thank thee, friend.

Open thy bowels of compassion, take There's reason in thy doubt, and I am warned.- Into the womb the last and most forlorn But think'st thou that my daughter saw this Of all thy race. Hear me, thou common parent, Moor?

- I have no parent else—be thou a mother, Gons. If Osmyn be, as Zara has related, And step between me and the curse of him, Alphonso's friend, 'tis not impossible

Who was

is--who was, but is no more, a father; But she might wish, on his account, to see him. But brands my innocence with horrid crimes; King. Say'st thou? By Heaven, thou hast And, for the tender names of child and daughter, roused a thought,

Now calls me murderer and parricide. That, like a sudden earthquake, shakes my frame. King. Rise, I command thee, rise-and if thou Confusion ! then my daughter's an accomplice,

wouldst And plots in private with this hellish Moor. Acquit thyself of these detested names, Gons. That were too hard a thought- -but Swear thou hast never seen that foreign dog, see, she comes

Now doomed to die, that most accursed Osmyn. 'Twere not amiss to question her a little,

Alm. Never, but as with innocence I might, And try, howe'er, if I've divined aright.

And free of all bad purposes. So Heaven's If what I fear be true, she'll be concerned My witness. For Osmyn's deash, as he's Alphonso's friend : King. Vile equivocating wretch ! Urge that, to try if she'll solicit for him. With innocence! Oh, paticnce! hear-she owns

it! Enter ALMERIA and Leonora.

Confesses it! By heaven, I'll have him racked, King. Your coming has prevented me, Al- Torn, mangled, Aayed, impaled--all pains and

meria; I had determined to have sent for you.

That wit of man, or dire revenge, can think, Let your attendant be dismissed; I have Shall he, accumulated, underbear.

[Leonora retires. Alm. Oh, I am lost.-There fate begins to To talk with you. Coine near; why dost thou

wound. shake?

King. Hear me, then; if thou canst reply; What mean those swollen and red-hecked eyes, know, traitress, that look

I'm not to learn that cursed Alphonso lives; As they had wept in blood, and worn the night Nor am I ignorant what Osinyn isIn waking anguish? Why this on the day

Alm. Then all is ended, and we both must die, Which was designed to celebrate thy nuptials; Since thou'rt revealed, alone thou shalt not die; But that the beams of light are to be stained And yet alone would I have died, Heaven knows, With reeking gore, from traitors on the rack? Repeated deaths, rather than have revealed thee. Wherefore I hare deferred the marriage-rites; Yes, all my father's wounding wrath, though each Nor shall the guilty horrors of the day

Reproach cuts deeper than the keenest sword, Prophane that jubilee.

And cleaves my heart, I would have borne it all, Alm. All days to ine

Nay all the pains that are prepared for thee; Henceforth are equal : this, the day of death, To the remorseless rack I would have given To-morrow, and the next, and each that follows, This weak and tender flesh, to have been bruised Will undistinguished roll, and but prolong And torn, rather than have revealed thy being. One hated line of more extended woe.

King. Hell, hell! Do I hear this, and yet enKing. whence is thy grief? Give me to know dure ! the cause;

What! darest thou to my face avow thy guilt? And look thou answer me with truth; for know Hence, ere I cursc-fly my just rage with speed; I ain not unacquainted with thy falshood. Lest I forget us both, and spurn thee from me.


or hear?

I will not go


Alm. And yet a father! Think, I am your | Cursed my own tongue, that could not move his child!

pity; Turn not your eyes away—look on me kneeling; Cursed these weak hands, that could not hold Now, curse me if you can, now spurn me off.

him here! Did ever father curse his kneeling child? For he is gone, to doom Alphonso's death. Never : for always blessings crown that posture. Gons. Your too excessive grief works on your Nature inclines, and half way meets that duty,

fancy, Stooping to raise from earth the filial reverence; And deludes your sense. Alphonso, if living, For bended knees returning folding arms,

Is far from hence, beyond your father's power. With prayers, and blessings, and paternal love. Alm. Hence, thou detested, ill-timed Hatterer; Oh, hear me, then, thus crawling on the earth-Source of my woes: thou and thy race be cursed;

King. Be thou advised, and let me go, while yet But doubly thou, who couldst alone have policy The light impression thou hast made remains. And fraud to find the fatal secret out,

Alm. No, never will I rise, nor lose this hold, And know that Osmyn was Alphonso.

you are moved, and grant that he may live. Gons. Ha!
King. Ha! Who may live? Take heed! No Alm. Why dost thou start? What dost thou see

more of that; For, on my soul, he dies, though thou and I, Was it the doleful bell, tolling for death? And all, should follow to partake his doom. Or dying groans from my Alphonso's breast? Away, off, let me go -Call her attendants. See, see, look yonder! where a grizzled, pale,

(Leonora and women return. And ghastly head glares by, all smeared with Alm. Drag me; and harrow the earth with my blood, bare bosom;

Gasping as it would speak; and after, see,
have spared my

husband! Behold, a damp, dead hand has dropped a dagKing. Ha ! What sayest thou > Husband ! ger : Husband! damnation !

I will catch it-Hark! a voice cries murder! ah! What husband! which? Who?

My father's voice! hollow it sounds, and calls Alm. He, he is my husband.

Me from the tomb~I will follow it; for there King. Poison and daggers! Who?

I shall again behold my dear Alphonso. Alm. Oh


(Exeunt Almeria and Leonore. Gons. Help! support her.

Gons. She is greatly grieved; nor am I less Alm. Let me go, let me fall, sink deep-I will surprized. dig,

Osmyn Alphonso ! No; she over-rates I will dig a grave, and tear up death; I will; My policy; I never suspected it; I will scrape, till I collect his rotten bones, Nor now had known it, but from her mistake. And cloath their nakedness with my own flesh; Her husband too! Ha! where is Garcia then? Yes, I will strip off life, and we will change : And where the crown that should descend on I will be death! then, though you kill my hus- him, band,

To grace the line of my posterity? He shall be mine still, and for ever mine. Hold, let me think-if I should tell the king

King. What husband? whom dost thou mean? Things come to this extremity: his daughter Gons. She raves !

Wedded already—what if he should yield? Alm. Oh, that I did. Osmyn, he is my husband. Knowing no remedy for what is past, King. Osmyn!

And, urged by nature pleading for his child, Alm. Not Osmyn, but Alphonso, is my dear With which he seems to be already shaken. And wedded husband-Heaven, and air, and seas, And though I know he hates, beyond the grave, Ye winds and waves, I call ye all to witness. Anselmo's race; yet if-that If concludes me. King. Wilder than winds or waves thyself dost To doubt, when I may be assured, is folly.

But how prevent the captive queen, who means Should I hear morė, I too should catch thy mad- To set him free? Ay, now 'tis plain. O well

Invented tale! He was Alphonso's friend. Yet somewhat she must mean of dire import, This subtle woman will amuse the king. Which I will not hear, till I am more at peace. If I delay—'twill do-or better so. Watch her returning sense, and bring me word; One to my wish. Alonzo thou art welcome. And look that she attempt not on her life.

FErit King.

Enter ALONZO. Alm. Oh, stay, yet stay; hear me, I am not Alon. The king expects your lordship. mad.

Gons. 'Tis no matter. I would to Heaven I were-He is gone.

I am not in the way at present, good Alonzo. Gons. Have comfort.

Alm. If it please your lordship, I will returo, Alm. Cursed be that tongue that bids me be of comfort;



I have not seen you.

and say

Gons. Do, my best Alonzo.

And privacy, the wearing garb of one Yet stay, I would—but go; anon will serve Of those, though purchased by his death, I would Yet I have that requires thy speedy help.

give I think thou wouldst not stop to do me service. Thee such reward, as should exceed thy wish. Alon. I am your creature.

Alon. Conclude it done. Where shall I wait Gons. Say thou art my friend.

your lordship? I have seen thy sword do noble execution. Gons. At my apartment. Use thy utmost diAlon. All that it can, your lordship shall com

ligence; mand.

And say I have not been seen-laste, good Gons. Thanks; and I take thee at thy word. Alonzo.

[Erit Alonzo. Thou hast seen,

So, this can hardly fail. Alphonso slain, Amongst the followers of the captive queen, The greatest obstacle is then removed. Dumb men, who make their meaning known by Almeria widowed, yet again may wed; signs.

And I yet fix the crown on Garcia's head, Alon. I have, my lord.

[Erit. Gons. Couldst thou procure,

with speed


SCENE I.-A Room of State. Oh, give me patience, all ye powers ! No, rather

Give me new rage, implacable revenge,
Enter King, PEREZ, und Alonzo.

And trebled fury--Ha! who's there?
King. Not to be found! in an ill hour he is Per. My lord.

King. Hence, slave! how darest thou bide to None, say you ? none! What, not the favourite watch, and pry eunuch?

Into how poor a thing a king descends ? Nor she herself, nor any of her mutes,

How like thyself, when passion treads him down! Have yet required admittance?

Ha! stir not, on thy life; for thou wert fixed, Per. None, my lord.

And planted here, to see me gorge this bait, King. Is Osmyn so disposed, as I commanded? And lash against the hook-by lleaven, you are, Per. Fast bound in double chains, and at full

all length,

Rank traitors ! thou art with the rest combined : He lics supine on earth; with as much ease Thou knewest that Osmyn was Alphonso; knewest She might reinore the centre of this carth, My daughter privately with him conferred; As loose the rivets of his bonds.

And wert the spy and pandar to their meeting. King. It is well.

Per. By all that's holy, I am amazed (A mute appears, and, seeing the king, retires. King. Thou liest. Ha! stop and seize that mute; Alonzo, follow Thou art accomplice too with Zara; here him. ,

Where she sets down-Still I will set thee free.' Entering, he met my eyes, and, starting back,

[Reading Frighted, and fumbling one hand in his bosom, That somewhere is repeated— I have power As to conceal the importance of his errand. O'er them that are thy guards' —Mark that, thou

[Alonzo follows him, and returns with a paper. traitor. Alon. A bloody proof of obstinate fidelity! Per. It was your majesty's command I should King. What dost thou mean?

Obey her order. Alon. Soon as I seized the man,

King. [Reading.] · And still will I set He snatched from out his bosom this—and strove, Thee frce, Alphonso:—Hell! cursed, curscd, AlWith rash and greedy haste, at once, to cram

phonso ! The morsel down his throat. I caught his arm, False and perfidious Zara! Strumpet daughter! And hardly wrenched his hand to bring it from Away, begone, thou feeble boy, fond Love! bim;

All nature, softness, pity, and compassion, Which done, he drew a poinard from his side, This hour I throw ye off, and entertain And, on the instant, plunged it in his breast. Fell hate within my breast, revenge and gall.

King. Remove the body thence, ere Zara see it. By Heaven, I will meet, and counterwork this Alon. I will be so bold to borrow his attire;

treacherv. 'Twill quit me of my promise to Gonsalez. Hark thee, villain, traitor-answer me, slave!

[Aside. Erit. Per. My service has not merited those titles. Per. Whate'er it is, the king's complexion King. Darest thou reply? Take that--thy serturns.

vice! thine!

[Strikes him. King. How is this? My mortal foe beneath What is thy whole life, thy soul, thy all, to my

[Having read the letter. 'One moment's ease? Hlear my coinmand: and look. VOL. I.

II h

my roof!


That thou obey, or horror on thy head :

Zara. I have not leisure now to take so poor Drench me thy dagger in Alphonso's heart- A forfeit as thy life; somewhat of high, Why dost thou start? Resolve, or

And more important fate, requires my thought. Per. Sir, I will.

When I have concluded on myself, if I King: 'Tis well—that when she comes to set Think fit, I will leave thee my command to die. him free,

Regard me well; and dare not to reply His teeth may grin, and mock at her remorse. To what I give in charge; for I am resolved.

[Perez going. Give order that the two remaining mutes Stay thee- I have farther thought-I will add to Attend me instantly, with each a bowl this,

Of such ingredients mixed, as will, with speed, And give her eyes yet greater disappointment: Benumb the living faculties, and give When thou hast ended him, bring me his robe; Most easy and inevitable death. And let the cell, where she will expect to see him, Yes, Osmyn, yes; be Osmyn or Alphonso, Be darkened, so as to amuse the sight.

I will give thee freedom, if thou darest be free: I will be conducted thither-mark me well Such liberty as I embrace myself, There with his turban, and his robe arrayed, Thou shalt partake. Since fates no more afford; And laid along, as he now lies, supine,

I can but die with thee, to keep my word. I shall convict her, to her face, of falsehood.

(Ereunt. When, for Alphonso's, she shall take my hand, And breathe her sighs upon my lips, for his ; SCENE II.Opening, shews the Prison. Sudden I will start, and dash her with her guilt. But see, she comes. I will shun the encounter;

Enter Gonsalez disguised like a Mute, with a thou

dagger. Follow me, and give heed to my direction. Gon. Nor centinel, nor guard! the doors un



And all as still, as at the noon of night!
Enter ZARA and Selim.

Sure death already has been busy here. Zara. The mute not yet returned ! ha! it was There lies my way; that door, too, is unlocked. the king,

[Looking in. The king that parted hence! frowning he went; Ha! sure he sleeps—all is dark within, save what His eyes, like meteors, rolled, then darted down A lamp, that feebly lifts a sickly fame, Their red and angry beams; as if his sight By fits reveals his face seems turned, to favour Would, like the raging dog-star, scorch the earth, The attempt: I'll steal and do it unperceived. And kindle ruin in its course: Dost think

What noise! somebody coming! is it Alonzo? He saw me?

Nobody. Sure he'll wait without I would Scl. Yes: but then, as if he thought

'Twere done—I'll crawl, and sting him to the eyes had erred, he hastily recalled

heart, The imperfect look, and sternly turned away, Then cast my skin, and leave it there to answer Zara. Shun me when seen! I fear thou hast


(Gocs ia. undone me. Thy shallow artifice begets suspicion,

Enter Garcia and Alonzo. And, like a cobweb veil, but thinly shades Gar. Where, where, Alonzo, where's my fa The face of thy design ! alone disguising

ther? where What should have ne'er been seen; imperfect The king? Confusion ! all is on the rout! mischief!

All is lost, all ruined by surprize and treachery. Thon, like the adder, venomous and deaf, Where, where is he? Why dost thou mislead me?

Alon. My lord, he entered but a moment his pursuing voice; even when thou thinkst

since, To hide, the rustling leaves and bended grass And could not pass me unperceived—What hoa! Confess, and point the path which thou hast crept. My lord, my lord! What hoa! my lord GonsaOh, fate of fools! officious in contriving;

lez! In executing, puzzled, lame, and lost. Scl. Avert it, Heaven, that you should ever suffer

Enter Gonsalez, bloody. Por my defect; or that the means which I

Gons. Perdition choak


clamours—whenco Devised to serve, should ruin your design.

this rudeness? Prescience is Heaven's alone, not given to man; Garcia! If I have failed, in what, as being man,

Gar. Perdition, slavery, and death, I needs must fail, impute not as a crime Are entering now our doors. Where is the king? My nature's want, but punish nature in me; What means this blood; and why this face of I plead not for a pardon, and to live,

horror? But to be punished and forgiven. Here, strike; Gons. No matter-give me first to know the I bare ny breast, to meet your just revenge.


Worstung the traveller, and after hearest


you call

Of these your rash, and ill-timed exclamations. While the other bore the crown (to wreath thy

Gar. The eastern gate is to the foe betrayed, brow), Who, but for heaps of slain that choak the pas- Whose weight has sunk me, ere I reached the sage,

shore. Had entered, long ere now, and borne down all Gar. Fatal ambition! Hark! the foe is enterBefore them, to the palace walls. Unless


(Shout. The king in person animate our men,

The shrillness of that shout speaks them at hand. Granada's lost; and, to confirm this fear, We have no time to search into the cause The traitor Perez, and the captive Moor, Of this surprising, and most fatal error. Are through a postern fied, and joined the foo. What's to be done? the king's death known, Gons. Would all were false as that! for whom

would strike

The few remaining soldiers with despair, The Moor, is dead. That Osmyn was Alphonso; And make them yield to mercy of the conqueror. In whose heart's blood this poniard yet is warm. Alon. My lord, I've thought how to conceal Gar. Impossible; for Osmyn was, while fly

the body. ing,

Require me not to tell the means, till done,
Pronounced aloud by Perez for Alphonso. Lest

forbid what you may


approve. Gons. Enter that chamber, and convince your

(Goes in. Shout. eyes,

Gons. They shout again! Whate'er he means How much report has wronged your easy faith.

to do,

[Garcia goes in. 'Twere fit the soldiers were amused with hopes Alon. My lord, for certain truth, Perez is filed; And, in the mean time, ted with expectation And has declared, the cause of his revolt To see the king in person at their head. Was to revenge a blow the king had given him. Gur. Were it a truth, I fear it is too late. Gar. [Returning.] Ruin and horror! Oh, But I'll omit no care, nor haste, and try, heart-wounding sight !

Or to repel their force, or bravely die. Gons. What says my son? What ruin? Ha!

[E.rit Garcia, what horror? Gar. Blasted my eyes, and speechless be my

Re-enter Alonzo. tongue,

Gons. What hast thou done, Alonzo ?
Rather than or to see, or to relate

Alon. Such a deed,
This deed -Oh, dire mistake! Oh, fatal blow ! As but an hour ago I'd not have done,
The king

Though for the crown of universal empire.
Gons. Alon. The king!

But what are kings, reduced to common clay? Gar. Dead, weltering, drowned in blood. Or who can wound the dead? I have from the See, see, attired like Osınyn, where he lies.


[They look in. Severed the head, and in an obscure corner
Oh, whence, or how, or wherefore was this done? Disposed it, muffled in the mute's attire,
But what imports the manner or the cause? Leaving to view of them who enter next,
Nothing remains to do, or to require,

Alone the undistinguishable trunk;
But that we all should turn our swords against Which may be still mistaken by the guards
Ourselves, and expiate, with our own, his blood. For Osmyn, if, in seeking for the king,
Gons. Oh, wretch! Oh, cursed, rash, deluded They chance to find it.

Gons. 'Twas an act of horror;
On me, on me turn your avenging swords. And of a piece with this day's dire misdeeds.
I, who have spilt my royal master's blood, But 'tis no time to ponder or repent.
Should make atonement by a death as horrid, Haste thee, Alonzo, haste thee hence, with speed,
And fall beneath the hand of mine own son. To aid

I'll follow, with the last Gar. Ha! what! atone this murder with a Reserve, to reinforce his arms: at least, greater!

I shall make good, and shelter, his retreat. The horror of that thought has damped my rage.

[Ereunt severally. The earth already groans to bear this deed; Oppress her not, nor think to stain her face Enter Zara, followed by Selim, and two Mutes With more unnatural blood. Murder my father!

bearing the bowls. Better with this to rip up my own bowels,

Zara. Silence and solitude are every where. And bathe it to the hilt, in far less damnable Through all the gloomy ways, and iron doors, Self-murder.

That hither lead, nor human face nor voice Gons. Oh, my son! from the blind dotage Is seen or heard. A dreadful din was wont Of a father's fondness these ills arose.

To grate the sense, when entered here, fron For thee I've been ambitious, base, and bloody:

groans, For thee I've plunged into this sea of sin; And howls of slaves condemned; from clink of Stemming the tide with only one weak hand,


my son.

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