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He cannot himself espouse her
Man. Yet, to ask it
And sunk his favour, when it sunk the gold.
The love of gold is double in his heart,
The vice of age, and of Alvarez too.
Zan. How does Don Carlos bear it?
Man. Like a man,
Whose heart feels most a human heart can feel,
And reasons best a human heart can reason.
Zan. But is he then in absolute despair?
Man. Never to see his Leonora more.
And, quite to quench all future hope, Alvarez
Urges Alonzo to espouse his daughter
This very day; for he has learnt their loves.
Zan. Ha! was not that received with ecstacy By Don Alonzo?
Man. Yes, at first; but soon
A damp came o'er him, it would kill his friend. Zan. Not if his friend consented and since
Has something shocking to a generous mind;
At least, Alonzo's spirit startles at it.
Wide is the distance between our despair,
And giving up a mistress to another.
But I must leave you. Carlos wants support
In his severe affliction.
Zan. Ha, it dawns!
It rises to me, like a new-found world
To mariners long time distressed at sea,
Sore from a storm, and all their viands spent ;
Or like the sun just rising out of chaos,
Some dregs of ancient night not quite purged off.
But I shall finish it.-Hoa, Isabella!
I thought of dying; better things come forward; Vengeance is still alive; from her dark covert, With all her snakes erect upon her crest,
She stalks in view, and fires me with her charms.
When, Isabella, arrived Don Carlos here?
Isa. Two nights ago.
Zan. That was the very night
Before the battle-Memory, set down that; It has the essence of the crocodile,
Though yet but in the shell-I'll give it birthWhat time did he return?
Isa. At midnight.
Say, did he see that night his Leonora? Isa. No, my good lord.
Zun. No matter-tell me, woman,
Is not Alonzo rather brave than cautious,
Honest than subtle, above fraud himself,
Slow, therefore, to suspect it in another?
Isa. You best can judge; but so the world thinks of him.
Zan. Why, that was well-go, fetch my tablets [Exit Isa.
Two nights ago my father's sacred shade
Thrice stalked around my bed, and smiled upon
He smiled a joy then little understood-
It must be so--and if so, it is vengeance
Worth waking of the dead for.
Re-enter ISABELLA with the tablets; ZANGA writes, then reads as to himself. Thus it stands
The father's fixed-Don Carlos cannot wed-
Alonzo may--but that will hurt his friend-
Nor can he ask his leave-or, if he did,
He might not gain it-It is hard to give
Our own consent to ills, though we must bear
Were it not then a master-piece, worth all
The wisdom I can boast, first to persuade
Alonzo to request it of his friend,
His friend to grant-then from that very grant,
The strongest proof of friendship man can give,
(And other motives) to work out a cause
Of jealousy, to rack Alonzo's peace?-
I have turned o'er the catalogue of human woes, Which sting the heart of man, and find none ←◄ qual.
It is the Hydra of calamities,
The seven-fold death; the jealous are the damned.
Oh, jealousy, each other passion's calm
To thee, thou conflagration of the soul!
Thou king of torments, thou grand counterpoise
For all the transports beauty can inspire!
Isa. Alonzo comes this way.
Zan. Most opportunely.
Withdraw-Ye subtle dæmons, which reside
In courts, and do your work with bows and
That little enginery, more mischievous
Than fleets and armies, and the cannon's murder, | Is Leonora worth one pang or not?
Teach me to look a lie; give me your maze
Of gloomy thought and intricate design,
To catch the man I hate, and then devour.
Enter Don ALONZO.
May see Alonzo in Don Carlos' fortune;
A higher bidder is a better friend,
And there are princes sigh for Leonora.
When your friend's gone you'll wed; why, then,
Which gives you Leonora now, will cease.
Carlos has lost her; should you lose her too,
Why, then you heap new torments on your friend,
By that respect which laboured to relieve him-
'Tis well-he is disturbed; it makes him pause.
Alon. Think'st thou, my Zanga, should I ask Don Carlos, His goodness would consent that I should wed her?
Zan. I know it would.
Alon. But then the cruelty
To ask it, and for me to ask it of him!
Zan. Methinks you are severe upon your friend. Who was it gave him liberty and life?
Alon. That is the very reason which forbids it. Were I a stranger I could freely speak: In me it so resembles a demand, Exacting of a debt, it shocks my nature.
San. My lord, you know the sad alternative.
It hurts not me, my lord, but as I love you:
Warmly as you I wish Don Carlos well;
But I am likewise Don Alonzo's friend:
There all the difference lies between us two.
In me, my lord, you hear another self;
And, give me leave to add, a better too,
Cleared from those errors, which, though caused
Are such as may hereafter give you pain—
Don Lopez of Castile would not demur thus.
Alon. Perish the name! What, sacrifice the
To age and ugliness, because set in gold?
I'll to Don Carlos, if my heart will let me.
I have not seen him since his sore affliction;
But shunned it, as too terrible to bear.
How shall I bear it now? I'm struck already.
Zan. Half of my work is done. I must secure Don Carlos, ere Alonzo speak with him.
[He gives a message to a servant, then returns. Proud hated Spain, oft drenched in Moorish blood!
Dost thou not feel a deadly foe within thee?
Shake not thy towers where'er I pass along,
Conscious of ruin, and their great destroyer?
Shake to the centre, if Alonzo's dear!
Look down, oh, holy prophet! see me torture
This Christian dog, this infidel, who dares
To smite thy votaries, and spurn thy law;
And yet hopes pleasure from two radiant eyes,
Which look as they were lighted
Shall he enjoy thy paradise below?
Blast the bold thought, and curse him with her
But see, the melancholy lover comes.
Enter Don CARLOS.
Car. Hope, thou hast told me lies from day to day,
For more than twenty years; vile promiser!
None here are happy, but the very fool,
Or very wise; and I wasn't fool enough
To smile in vanities, and hug a shadow;
Nor have I wisdom to elaborate
An artificial happiness from pains:
Even joys are pains, because they cannot last.
Yet much is talked of bliss; it is the art
Of such as have the world in their possession,
To give it a good name, that fools may envy;
For envy to small minds is flattery.
How many lift the head, look gay, and smile
Against their consciences! and this we know,
Yet, knowing, disbelieve, and try again
What we have tried, and struggle with conviction.
Each new experience gives the former credit;
And reverend grey threescore is but a voucher,
That thirty told us true.
Zan. My noble lord,
I mourn your fate: But are no hopes surviving?
Car. No hopes. Alvarez has a heart of steel. 'Tis fixed-'tis past-'tis absolute despair!
Zan. You wanted not to have your heart made tender,
By your own pains, to feel a friend's distress. Car. I understand you well. Alonzo loves; I pity him.
Zan. I dare be sworn you do. Yet he has other thoughts.
Car. What canst thou mean?
Zan. Indeed he has; and fears to ask a favour A stranger from a stranger might request; What costs you nothing, yet is all to him: Nay, what indeed will to your glory add, For nothing more than wishing your friend well. Car. I pray, be plain; his happiness is mine. Zan. He loves to death; but so reveres his friend,
He can't persuade his heart to wed the maid
Without your leave, and that he fears to ask.
In perfect tenderness I urged him to it.
Knowing the deadly sickness of his heart,
Your overflowing goodness to your friend,
Your wisdom, and despair yourself to wed her,
I wrung a promise from him he would try:
And now I come, a mutual friend to both,
Without his privacy, to let you know it,
And to prepare you kindly to receive him.
Cur. Ha! if he weds I am undone indeed;
Not Don Alvarez' self can then relieve me.
Zan. Alas, my lord, you know his heart is steel: 'Tis fixed, 'tis past, 'tis absolute despair.
Car. Oh, cruel Heaven! and is it not enough That I must never, never see him more? Say, is it not enough that I must die; But I must be tormented in the grave?Ask my consent!-Must I then give her to him? Lead to his nuptial sheets the blushing maid? Oh!--Leonora! never, never, never! Zan. A storm of plagues upon him! he refuses. [Aside.
Car. What, wed her?—and to-day? Zan. To-day, or never.
To-morrow may some wealthier lover bring,
And then Alonzo is thrown out like you:
Then whom shall he condemn for his misfortune?
Carlos is an Alvarez to his love.
Car. Oh, torment! whither shall I turn? Zan. To peace,
Car. Which is the way?
Zan. His happiness is yours
I dare not disbelieve you.
Car. Kill my friend!
-Alas! and can there be a worse?
A worse there is; nor can my nature bear it.
Zan. You have convinced me 'tis a dreadful
Zan. No, my good lord; but since you cant comply,
I find Alonzo's quitting her this morning For Carlos' sake, in tenderness to you, Betrayed me to believe it less severe Than I perceive it is.
Car. Thou dost upbraid me.
'Tis my misfortune that I mentioned it; For had I not, Alonzo would indeed Have died, as now, but not by your decree. Car. By my decree! Do I decree his death? I do- -Shall I then lead her to his arms? Oh, which side shall I take? Be stabbed, orstab?
'Tis equal death! a choice of agonies?-
Ah, no! all other agonics are ease
To one- -Oh, Leonora! never, never!
Go, Zanga, go, defer the dreadful trial,
Though but a day; something, perchance, may
To soften all to friendship and to love.
Go, stop my friend, let me not see him now;
But save us from an intervie⚫ of death.
Zan. My lord, I am bound in duty to obey you
If I not bring him, may Alonzo prosper! [Erit. Car. What is this world? Thy school, Oh misery!
Our only lesson is to learn to suffer;
And he, who knows not that, was born for nothing.
Though deep my pangs, and heavy at my heart, My comfort is, each moment takes away
A grain, at least, from the dead load that's on
Car. Pray, forbear.
Which, like a dæmon, writhes him to and fro;
Alon. Art thou undone, and shall Alonzo And shall I pour in new? No, fond desire!
No, love! one pang at parting, and farewell.
I have no other love but Carlos now.
Car. Alas! my friend, why with such eager
Dost press my hand, and weep upon my cheek? Alon. If, after death, our forms (as some believe)
Alonzo, who, perhaps, in some degree
Contributed to cause thy dreadful fate?
I was deputed guardian of thy love;
But, Oh, I loved myself! Pour down afflictions
On this devoted head, make me your mark;
And be the world by my example taught,
How sacred it should hold the name of friend!
Shall be transparent, naked every thought,
And friends meet friends, and read each other's
Thou'lt know one day that thou wert held most
Car. Alonzo, stay-he cannot speak-
Lest it should grieve me-Shall I be outdone?
And lose in glory, as I lose in love? [Aside.
I take it much unkindly, my Alonzo,
You think so meanly of me, not to speak,
When well I know your heart is near to burst-
Have you forgot how you have bound me to you?
Your smallest friendship's liberty and life.
Alon. There, there it is, my friend! it cuts me
How dreadful is it to a generous mind
To ask, when sure he cannot be denied!
Car. How greatly thought! In all he towers above me.
[Aside. Then you confess you would ask something of me?
Alon. No, on my soul.
Zan. [To Alon.] Then lose her.
Car. Glorious spirit!
Why what a pang
has he run through for this!
By Heaven, I envy him his agonies.
Why was not mine the most illustrious lot,
Of starting at one action from below,
And flaming up into consummate greatness?
Ha! angels strengthen me !-It shall be so→→→→→
I cannot want strength. Great actions, once con-
That Heaven is pleased to make distress become | For such occasions. Silence, tears, embraces, her,
Are languid eloquence; I'll seek relief
In absence from the pain of so much goodness,
There thank the blest above, thy sole superiors,
Adore, and raise my thoughts of them by thee.
And dresses her most amiably in tears.
Take then my heart in dowry with the fair!
Be thou her guardian, and thou must be mine;
Shut out the thousand pressing ills of life
With thy surrounding arms-Do this, and then
Set down the liberty and life thou gavest me,
As little things, as essays of thy goodness,
And rudiments of friendship so divine.
Alon. There is a grandeur in thy goodness to
Which with thy foes would render thee adored.
But have a care, nor think I can be pleased
With any thing that lays in pains for thee.
Thou dost dissemble, and thy heart's in tears.
Car. My heart's in health, my spirits dance
And at my eyes pleasure looks out in smiles.
Alon. And canst thou, canst thou part with
Car. I do not part with her, I give her thee.
Alon. O Carlos!
Car. Don't disturb me, I'm sincere,
Nor is it more than simple justice in me.
This morn didst thou resign her for my sake;
I but perform a virtue learnt from thee;
Discharge a debt, and pay her to thy wishes.
Alon. Ah, how?-But think not words were
[Erit. Zan. Thus far success has crowned my boldest hope.
My next care is to hasten these new nuptials,
And then my master-works begin to play.
Isa. What commands my Moor? Zan. My fair ally! my lovely minister! 'Twas well Alvarez, by my arts impelled, (To plunge Don Carlos in the last despair, And to prevent all future molestation) Finished the nuptials soon as he resolved them; This conduct ripened all for me and ruin.
Why this was greatly done, without one sigh
To carry such a glory to its period.
Car. Too soon thou praisest me. He's gone, and now
I must unsluice my over-burthened heart,
And let it flow. I would not grieve my friend
With tears, nor interrupt my great design;
Great sure as ever human breast durst think
But now my sorrows, long with pain supprest,
Burst their confinment with impetuous sway,
O'er-swell all bounds, and bear even life away:
So, till the day was won, the Greek renowned
With anguish bore the arrow in his wound,
Then drew the shaft from out his tortured side,
Let gush the torrent of his blood, and died.
Scarce had the priest the holy rite performed,
When I, by sacred inspiration, forged
That letter, which I trusted to thy hand;
Zan. O Joy, thou welcome stranger! twice That letter, which, in glowing terms, conveys, three years
From happy Carlos to fair Leonora,
I have not felt thy vital beam; but now
It warms my veins, and plays around my heart:
A fiery instinct lifts me from the ground,
And I could mount! The spirits numberless
Of my dear countrymen, which yesterday
Left their poor bleeding bodies on the field,
Are all assembled here, and o'er-inform me.-
O, bridegroom! great indeed thy present bliss;
Yet even by me unenvied; for be sure
It is thy last, last smile, that which now
Sits on thy cheek; enjoy it while thou mayest;
Anguish, and groans, and death bespeak to mor-
The most profound acknowledgments of heart,
For wondrous transports which he never knew.
This is a good subservient artifice,
To aid the nobler workings of my brain.
Isa. I quickly dropt it in the bride's apartment, As you commanded.
Zan. With a lucky hand;
For soon Alonzo found it; I observed him
From out my secret stand. He took it up;
But scarce was it unfolded to his sight,
When he, as if an arrow pierced his eye,
Started, and, trembling, dropt it on the ground.
Pale and aghast awhile my victim stood,
Disguised a sigh or two, and puffed them from
Then rubbed his brow, and took it up again.
At first he looked as if he meant to read it;
But, checked by rising fears, he crushed it thus,
And thrust it, like an adder, in his bosom.
Isa. But if he read it not, it cannot sting him,
At least not mortally.
Zan. At first I thought so;
But farther thought informs me otherwise,