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To die with joy, and straight to live again; It is for thee, for thee, that I am curst; Speechless to gaze, and with tumultuous trans- For thee my secret soul each hour arraigns port
me, Cal. Oh, let me hear no more! I cannot bear Calls me to answer for my virtue stained, it;
My honour lost to thee: for thee it haunts me, 'Tis deadly to remembrance. Let that night, With stern Sciolto vowing vengeance on me, That guilty night, be blotted from the year! With Altamont complaining for his wrongsLet not the voice of mirth or music know it ! Alt. Behold him here ! [Coming forward. Let it be dark and desolate; no stars
Starting To glitter o'er it! let it wish for light,
Alt. The wretch, whom thou hast made! Yet want it still, and vainly wait the dawn! Curses and sorrows hast thou heaped upon him, For 'twas the night that gave me up to shame, And vengeance is the only good that's left. To sorrow, to the false Lothario.
[Drawing. Loth. Ilear this, ye powers! mark, how the Loth. Thou hast taken me somewhat unawares, fair deceiver
'tis true : Sadly complams of violated truth;
But love and war take turns, like day and night, She calls me false, even she, the faithless she, And little preparation serves my turn, Whom day and night, whom heaven and earth Equal to both, and armed for either field. have heard
We've long been foes, this moment ends our quar. Sighing to vow, and tenderly protest, Ten thousand times, she would be only mine; Earth, fleaven, and fair Calista judge the comAnd yet, behold, she has given herself away,
bat! Fled from my arms, and wedded to another, Cal. Distraction! Fury! Sorrow! Shame! and Even to the man whom most I hate on earth.
death! Cal. Art thou so base to upbraid ine with a Alt. Thou hast talked too much, thy breath is crime,
poison to me; Which nothing but thy cruelty could cause? It taints the ambient air; this for my fatherIf indignation, raging in my soul,
This for Sciolto—and this last for Altamont. For thy unmanly insolence and scorn,
[They fight; Lothario is wounded once Urged me to a deed of desperation,
or twice, and then falls. And wound myself to be revenged on thee, Loth. Oh, Altamont! thy genius is the stronger! Think whom I should devote to death and hell, Thou hast prevailed !—My fierce ambitious soul Whom curse as my undoer, but Lothario! Declining droops, and all her fires grow pale; Hadst thou been just, not all Sciolto's power, Yet let not this advantage swell thy pride; Not all the vows and prayers of sighing Altamont, I conquered in my turn, in love I triumphed. Could have prevailed, or won me to forsake thee. Those joys are lodged beyond the reach of fate;
Loth. How have I failed in justice, or in love? | That sweet revenge comes smiling to my thoughts, Burns not my flame as brightly as at first ? Adorns my fall, and cheers my heart in dying. Even now my heart beats high, I languish for
Cal. And what remains for me, beset with My transports are as fierce, as strong my wishes, shame, As if thou ne'er hadst blest me with thy beauty. Encompassed round with wretchedness? There is Cal. How! didst thou dare to think that I would But this one way to break the toil, and 'scape. live
[She catches up Lothario's sword, and A slave to base desires, and brutal pleasures,
offers to kill herself; Altamont runs To be a wretched wanton for thy leisure,
to her, and wrests it from her. To toy, and waste an hour of idle time with? Alt. What means thy frantic rage? My soul disdains thee for so mean a thought.
Cal. Off! let me go. Loth. The driving storm of passion will have Alt. Oh! thou hast more than murdered me;
way, And I must yield before it. Wert thou calm, Still art thou here ! and my soul starts with horLove, the poor criminal, whom thou hast doomed, ror, llas yet a thousand tender things to plead, At thought of any thing that may reach thee. To charm thy rage, aud mitigate his fate.
Cal. Think'st thou I mean to live to be for
given? Enter behind them ALTAMONT,
Oh, thou hast known but little of Calista! Alt. I have lost my peace-Ha! do I live and If thou hadst never heard my shame, if only wake?
The inidnight moon and silent stars had seen it, Cal. Hadst thou been true, how happy had II would not bear to be reproached by them, been!
But dig down deep to find a grave beneath, Not Altamont, but thou, hadst been my lord, And hide me from their beams. But wherefore nained I happiness with thee? Sciolto within. What, ho! my son!
Alt. It is Sciolto calls; come near and find me; | Nor will I stain thee with a rash revenge. The wretchedest thing of all any kind on earth. But mark me well! I will have justice done;
Cal. Is it the voice of thunder, or my father! Hope not to bear away thy crimes unpunished : Madness! Confusion ! let the storm come on, I will see justice executed on thee, Let the tumultuous roar drive all upon me; Even to a Roman strictness; and thou, Nature, Dash my devoted bark, ye surges, break it! Or whatsoe'er thou art, that plead'st within me, 'Tis for my ruin that the tempest rises.
Be still; thy tender strugglings are in vain. When I am lost, sunk to the bottom low,
Cal. Then am I doomed to live, and bear your Peace shall return, and all be calm again.
To groan beneath your scorn and fierce upbraidEnter SCIOLTO.
ing, Sci. Even now Rossano leaped the garden Daily to be reproached, and have my misery wall
At morn, at noon, at night, told over to me,
Sci. Hence, from my sight! thy father cannot Answer me quick
bear thee; Alt. Oh! press me not to speak;
Fly with thy infamy to some dark cell, Even now my heart is breaking, and the mention where, on the contines of eternal night, Will lay me dead before thee. See that body, Mourning, misfortune, cares, and anguish dwell; And guess my shame, my ruin! Oh, Calista? Where ugly shame hides her opprobrious head,
Sci. It is enough! but I am slow to execute, And death and hell detested rule maintain; And justice lingers in my lazy hand;
There howl out the remainder of thy life, Thus let me wipe dishonour from my name, And wish thy name may be no more rememberAnd cut thee from the earth, thou stain to good
Cal. Yes, I will Ay to some such dismal place, [Offers to kill Calista, Altumont holds him. And be more cursed than you can wish I were; Alt. Stay thee, Sciolto! thou rash father, stay! This fatal form, that drew on my undoing, Or turn the point on me, and through my breast Fasting, and tears, and hardships shall destroy;. Cut out the bloody passage to Calista!
Nor light, nor food, nor comfort will I know, So shall my love be perfect, while for her Nor ought that may continue hated life. I die, for whom I wished to live.
Then, when you see me meagre, wan, and changed, Cal. No, Altamont; my heart, that scorned thy Stretched at my length, and dying in my cave, love,
On that cold earth I mean shall be my grave, Shall never be indebted to thy pity.
Perhaps you may relent, and sighing say, Thus torn, detaced, and wretched as I seem, At length ber tears have washed her stains away; Still I have something of Sciolto's virtue. At length 'tis time her punishment should cease; Yes, yes, my father, I applaud thy justice; Die, thou poor suffering wretch, and be at peace. Strike home, and I will bless thee for the blow !
[Erit Calista. Be mercitul, and free me from my paim;
Sci. Who of my servants wait there? 'Tis sharp, 'tis terrible, and I could curse
Enter two or three Servants. The cheerful day, men, earth, and heaven, and thee,
Raise that body, and bear it in. On your lives Even thee, thou venerable good old man, Take care my doors he guarded well, that none For being author of a wretch like me.
Pass out, or enter, but by my appointment. Alt. Listen not to the wildness of her raving;
Ereunt Servants, with Lothario's body. Reinember nature! Should thy daughter's mur- Alt. There is a fatal fury in your visage ; der
It blazes fierce, and menaces destruction. Defile that hand, so just, so great in arms, My father, I am sick of many sorrows, Hler blood would rest upon thee to posterity, Even now my easy heart is breaking with them; Pollute thy name, and sully all thy wars.
Yet, above all, one fear distracts me most; Cal. Have I not wronged his gentle nature I tremble at the vengeance which you meditate inuch?
On the poor, faithless, lovely, dear Calista. And yet behold him pleading for my life!
Sci. Dast thou not read what brave Virginius Lost as thou art to virtue, oh, Calista!
did? I think thou can'st not bear to be outdone; With his own hand he slew his only daughter, Then haste to die, and be obliged no more. To save her from the fierce Decenivir's lust.
Sci. Thy pious care has given ine time to think, He slew her, yet unspotted, to prevent And saved me from a crime; then rest, my sword: The shame which she might know. Then what To honour have I kept thee ever sacred,
should I do?
But thou hast tied my hand.--I will not kill her; Alt. Art thou Lavinia ? Oh! what barbarous Yet, by the ruin she has brought upon us,
hand The common infamy that brands us both, Could wrong thy poor defenceless innocence, She shall not 'scape.
And leave such marks of more than savage fury? Alt. You mean that she shall die then?
Lav. My brother! Oh! my heart is full of Sci. Ask me not what, nor how, I have resolved,
Perhaps even now my dear Horatio bleeds !For all within is anarchy and uproar!
Nor far from hence, as passing to the port, Oh, Altamont! What a vast scheme of joy By a mad multitude we were surrounded, Has this one day destroyed? Well did I hope Who ran upon us with uplifted swords, This daughter wonld have blest my laiter days; And cried aloud for vengeance, and Lothario, That I should live to see you the world's wonder, My lord, with ready boldness, stood the shock, So happy, great, and good, that none were like to shelter me from danger; but in vain, you,
Had not a party froin Sciolto's palace While i, from busy life and care set free, Rushed out, and snatched me from amidst the fray. Had spent the evening of my age at home, Alt. What of my friend? Among a little prattling race of yours !
Lav. Ha! by my joys, 'tis he! Looking out. There, like an old man, talked awhile, and then He lives, he coincs to bless me! he is safe?Lain down and slept in peace. Instead of this, Sorrow and shame must bring me to my gravemas
Enter Horatio, with two or three Servants,
their swords drawn. Oh, damın her! damn her!
1st Ser. "Twere at the utmost hazard of your Enter a Servant,
life Serv. Arın yourself, my lord :
To venture forth again, till we are stronger : Rossano, who but now escaped the garden, Their number trebles ours. Has gathered in the street a band of rioters, Hor. No matter; let it : Who threaten you, and all your friends, with Death is not half so shocking as that traitor. ruin,
My honest soul is mad with indignation, Unless Lothario be returned in safety. (Eröt. To think her plainness could be so abused,
Sci. By Heaven, their fury rises to my wish, As to mistake that wretch, and call him friend; Nor shall misfortune know iny house alone, I cannot bear the sight! But thou, Lothario, and thy rare, shall pay me Alt. Open, thou earth, For all the sorrows which my age is cursed with! Gape wide, and take me down to thy dark bosom, I think my name as great, my friends as po- To hide me froin Horatio ! tent,
Hor. Oh, Lavinia ! As any in the state; all shall be summoneri; Believe not but I joy to sce thee safe : I knw that all will join their hands to ours, Would our ill-fortune had not drove us bither: And vindicate thy vengeance. When our force I could even wish we rather had been wrecked Is full, and armed, we shall expect thy sword On any other shore, than saved on this. To join with us, and sacrifice to justice.
Lav. Oh! let us bless the mercy that preserved [Erit Sciolto.
us, Alt. There is a stupid weight upon my senses; That gracious power that saved us for each other : A disınal sullen stillness, that succeeds
And, to adorn the sacrifice of praise,
And put away the offences of thy friend,
Alt. I have marked him,
[A tumultuous noise, with clashing' of 'Tis lost, 'tis gone; his soul is quite estranged,
And knows me for its counterpart no more!
Hor. Thou know'st thy rule, thy empire in HoEnter Lavinia, with two Sorvants, their suords
Nor canst thou ask in vain, command in vain, Lav. Ily, swiftly fly, to iny Iloratio's aid, Where nature, reason, nay, where love is judge; Nor lose your vain ofticious cares on me! But when you urge my temper to comply Bring me my lord, my husband, to my arins ! With what it most abhors, I cannot do it. He is Lavinia's life! bring him me sate,
Lao. Where didst thou get this sullen gloomy And I shall be at ease, be well, and happy.
Come, put it off, and let thy heart be cheerful ! And be a tame, fond wretch.
Perhaps, thy cruel hand may spurn me off, Secure against ill-fortune, and the world. But I will throw my body in thy way,
Hor. I am not apt to take a light offence, And thou shalt trainple over my faithful bosom, But patient of the failings of my friends, Tread on me, wound me, kill me, ere thou pass. And willing to forgive; but when an injury Alt. Urge not in vain thy pious suit, Lavinia, Stabs to the heart, and rouses my resentment, I have enough to rid me of my pain. (Perhaps it is the fault of my rude nature) Calista, thou hadst reached my heart before; I own I cannot easily forgive it.
To make all sure, my friend repeats the blow : Alt. Thou hast forgot me!
But in the grave our cares shall be forgotten, Hor. No.
There love and friendship cease. [Falls. Alt. Wlay are thy eyes
(Lavinia runs to him, and endeuvours to raise Impatient of me then, scornful, and fierce?
him. Hor. Because they speak the meaning of my Lav. Speak to me, Altamont! hcart;
lle faints! He dies ! Now, turu and sce thy triBecause they are honest, and disdain a villain ! umph!
Alt. I've wronged thee much, Horatio. My brother! But our cares shall end together; Hor. True, thou hast.
Tiere will I lay me down by thy dear side, When I forget it, may I be a wretch,
Bemoan thy too hard fate, then share it with l'ile as thyselt, a false perfidious fellow,
thee, An intainous, believing, British husband, And never see my cruel lord again. Alt. I've wronged thee much, and Heaven has (Horatio runs to Altamont, and raises him in well avenged it.
his arms. I have not, since we parted, been at peace,
Hor. It is too much to bear! Look up, my Nor known one joy sincere; our broken friend
My stubborn, unrelenting heart lias killed him. Pursued me to the last retreat of love,
Look up and bless me! tell me that thou livest! Stood glaring like a ghost, and made me cold with Oh! I have urged thy gentleness too far; horror.
(He revives. Misfortunes on inisfortunes press upon me,
Do thou and my Lavinia both forgive me; Swell o'er my head like waves, und dash me down; | A food of tenderness comes o'er my soul; Sorrow, remorse, and shame, have turn my soul; I cannot speak--I love, forgive, and pity theeThey hang, like winter, on my youthful hopes, Alt. I thought that nothing could have stayed And blast the spring and promise of my year.
my soul; Lav. So Aowers are gathered to adoru a grave, That long cre this her fight had reached the To lose their freshness amongst bones and rot
But thy known voice has lured her back again. And have their odours stifed in the dust. Metbinks, I fain would sct all right with thee, Canst thou hear this, thou cruc!, hard lioratio?
this moyt unlucky breach, and then, Canst thou bebold thy Altamont undone ? With thine and Ileaven's forgiveness on my soul, That gentle, that dear youth ! canst thou behold Shrink to my grave, and be at ease for ever. him,
Hor. By Heaven, my heart bleeds for thee; His pour heart broken, death in his pale visage, even this moment, And groaning out his woes, yet stand unmoved? I feel thy pangs of disappointed love. Hor
. The brave and wise I pity in mustörtunc; Is it not pity that this youth should fall, But when ingratitude and tilly suiters,
That all his wondrous gooduces should be lost, 'Tis weakness to be touched.
And ihe world never know it? Oh, my Altamont! Alt. I will not ask thee
Give me thy sorrows, let me bear them for thee, To pity or forgive ine; but confess,
And shelter thee from ruin! This scorn, this insolence of hate, is just;
Luv. Oh, my brother, Tis constancy of mind, and manly in thee. Think not but we will share in all thy woes; But, Oh! had I been wronged by thee, floratio, We'll sit all day, and well sad tales of love: There is a yielding softness in my heart
And when we light upon suine faithless woman, Could ne'er have stood it out; but I had ran, Sonue beauty, like Calista, false and fair, With streaming eyes, and open arms, upon thee, We'll fix our grief, and vor complaining there; And pressed thee close, close!
We'll curse the nymph that drew the ruin on, Hör. I must hear no more;
And mourn the youth that was, like thee, unIby weakness is contagious; I shall catch it,
SCENE I.— A Room hung with black; on one
Enter SCIOLTO. side Lothario's body on a bier ; on the other a table, with a skull and other bones, a book and Sci. This dead of night, this silent hour of a lamp on it.
Nature for rest ordained, and soft repose; Calista is discovered on a couch, in black ; her And yet distraction, and tumultuous jars,
hair hanging loose and disordered. After soft Keep all our frighted citizens awake:
The senate, weak, divided, and irresolute,
Want power to succour the afflicted state.
Vainly in words and long debates they are wise, Hear, you midnight phantoms, hear,
While the fierce factions scorn their peaceful orYou who pale and wan appear,
ders, And fill the wretch who wakes with fear; And drown the voice of law in noise and anarYou, who wunder, scream and groan
chy. Round the mansions once your own ;
Amidst the general wreck, see where she stands, You, who still your crimes upbraid;
[Pointing to Calista. You, who rest not with the deud;
Like Helen, in the night when Troy was sacked, From the coverts where you stray,
Spectatress of the mischief which she made. Where
Cal. It is Sciolto! Be thyself, my soul;
Be strong to bear his fatal indignation, Hither huste ye, hither come.
That he may see thou art not lost so far,
But somewhat still of his great spirit lives Chide Calista for delay,
In the forlorn Calista. Tell her, 'tis for her you stay ;
Sci. Thou wert once Bid her die and come away.
My daughter. See the serton with his spade,
Cal. Happy were it had I died, See the grave already made ;
And never lost that name. Listen, fuir one, to thy knell,
Sci. That's something yet ; This music is thy passing bell.
Thou wert the very darling of my age :
I thought the day too short to gaze upon thee, Cal. 'Tis well! these solemn sounds, this pomp That all the blessings I could gather for thee, of horror,
By cares on earth, and by my prayers to HeaAre ft to feed the frenzy in my soul. Here's room for meditation even to madness; Were little for my fondness to bestow; Till the mind burst with thinking. This dull Why didst thou turn to folly, then, and curse flame
me? Sleeps in the socket. Sure the book was left Cal. Because my soul was rudely drawn from To tell me something; for instruction then
yours; He teaches holy sorrow and contrition,
A poor imperfect copy of my father, And penitence. Is it become an art, then? Where goodness, and the strength of manly virA trick, that lazy, dull, luxurious gownmen
tue, Can teach us to do over? I'll no more on't; Was thinly planted, and the idle void
[Throwing away the book. Filled up with light belief, and easy fondness; I have more real anguish in my heart,
It was, because I loved, and was a woman. Than all their pedant discipline ever knew.
Sci. Iladst thou been honest, thou hadst been What charnel has been rifled for these bones?
a cherubim; Fie! this is pageantry; they look upcouthly. But of that joy, as of a gem long lost, But what of that, if he or she, that owned Beyond redemption gone, think we no more. them,
Hast thou e'er dared to meditate on death? Safe from disquiet sit, and smile to see
Cal. I have, as on the end of shame and sorThe farce their miserable relicks play? But here's a sight is terrible indeed!"
Sci. Ha! answer me ! Say, hast thou coolly Is this that haughty, gallant, gay, Lothario?
thought? That dear perfidious—Ah! how pale he looks ! 'Tis not the stoick's lessons got by rote, How grim with clotted blood, and those dead The pomp of words, and pedant dissertations, eyes !
That can sustain thee in that hour of terror; Ascend, ye ghosts, fantastic forms of night, Books have taught cowards to talk nobly of it, In all your different dreadful shapes ascend, But when the trial comes, thev stand achat; And match the present horror, if ye can! Hast thou considered what may happen after it?