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Dox MANUEL, attendant of Don CARLOS.





Ort has the buskin'd muse, with action mean, Pity and rage, their mingled force employ.
Debas'd the glory of the tragic scene :

Here the soft virgin sees, with secret shame,
While puny villains, dress’d in purple pride, Her charms excelled by friendship's purer flame,
With crimes obscene, the heaven-born rage be Fored with reluctant virtue to approve

lied. To her belongs to mourn the hero's fate,

The generous hero who rejects her love.

Behold him there, with gloomy passions stain'd, To trace the errors of the wise and great; To mark the excess of passions too refin’d,

A wife suspected, and an injur'd friend;

Yet such the toil, where innocence is caught, And paint the tumults of a godlike mind;

That rash suspicion seems without a fault. Where, mov'd with ragé, exalted thoughts com

We dread a while lest beauty should succeed, bine,

And almost wish even virtue's self may bleed. And darkest deeds with beauteous colours shine. Mark well the black revenge, the cruel guile, So lights and shades, in a well-mingled draught, | The traitor-fiend trampling the lovely spoil By curious touch of artful pencils wrought, With soft deceit amuse the doubtful eye,

Of beauty, truth, and innocence opprest ; Pleas’d with the conflict of the various dye.

Then let the rage of furies fire your breast.

Yet may his mighty wrongs, his just disdain, Thus through the following scenes, with sweet. His bleeding country, his lov'd fåther slain,

surprise, Virtue and guilt in dread confusion rise,

His martial pride, your admiration raise,
And love and hate, at once, and grief and joy,

And crown him with involuntary praise,

ZANGA, a captive Moor.
Dox Alonzo, the Spanish Generals

LEONORA, ALVAREZ's daughter,

ISABELLA, the Moor's mistress,



Don Carlos, his friend.
Don Alvarez, a courtier.





SCENE I.- Battlements, with a Sea Prospect. I then was young; he placed me near his persons Enter ZANGA.

And thought me not dishonoured by his service.

One day, (may that returning day be night, Zan. Whether first nature, or long want of The stain, the curse, of each succeeding year!) peace,

For something, or for nothing, in his pride Has wrought my mind to this, I cannot tell :

He struck me-While I tell it, do I live? But horrors now are not displeasing to me:

He smote me on the cheek-I did not stab him,

[Thunder. For that were poor revenge E’er since, his I like this rocking of the battlements.

folly Rage on, ye winds ! burst, clouds, and waters Has strove to bury it beneath a heap roar!

Of kindnesses, and thinks it is forgot. You bear a just resemblance of my fortune,

Insolent thought! and like a second blow! And suit the gloomy Irabit of my soul.

Affronts are innocent, where men are worthless ; Enter ISABELLA.

And such alone can wisely drop revenge.

Isa. But with more temper, Zanga, tell your Who's there? My love?

story; Isa. Why have you left my bed?

To see your strong emotions startles me. Your absence more affrights me than the storm.

Zun. Yes, woman, with thetemper that befits it. Zan. The dead alone, in such a night, can rest,

Has the dark adder venom ? So have I, And I indulge my meditation here.

When trod upon. Proud Spaniard, thou shalt Woman, away. I chuse to be alone.

feel me! Isa. I know you do, and therefore will not For from that day, that day of my dishonour. leave you;

I from that day have cursed the rising sun, Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you. Which never failed to tell me of my shame.' Is this a night for walks of contemplation ?

I from that day have blessed the coming night, Something unusual hangs upon your heart,

Which promised to conceal it; but in vain; And I will know it: by our loves I will.

The blow returned for ever in my dream. To you I sacrificed my virgin fame;

Yet on I toiled, and groaned for an occasion Ask I too much to share in your distress?

Of ample vengeance ; none is yet arrived. Zan. In tears? Thou fool! Then hear me, and

Howe'er, at présent I conceive warm hopes be plunged

Of what may wound him sore in his ambition, In hell's abyss, if ever it escape thee.

Life of his life, and dearer than his soul. To strike thee with astonishment at once,

By nightly march he purposed to surprise I hate Alonzo. First recover that,

The Moorish camp; but I have taken care And then thou shalt hear farther.

They shall be ready to receive his favour. Isa. Hate Alonzo!

Failing in this, a cast of utmost moment, I own, I thought Alonzo most your friend,

Would darken all the conquests he has won. And that he lost the master in that name.

Isa. Just as I entered, an express arrived. Zan. Hear then. 'Tis twice three years since

Zun. To whom? that great man

Isa. His friend, Don Carlos. (Great let me call bim, for he conquered me) Zan. Be propitious, Made me the captive of his arm in fight.

| Oh, Mahomet, on this important hour,
He slew my father, and threw chains o'er me,
While I, with pious rage, pursued revenge.

And give, at length, my famished soul revenge!
What is revenge, but courage to call in

Our honour's debts, and wisdom to convert L. Car. Oh, Leonora! why art thou in tears?
Others' self-love into our own protection?. Because I am less wretched than I was?
But see, the morning dawns;

Before your father gave me leave to woo you,
I'll seek Don Carlos, and enquire my fate. Hushed was your bosom, and your eyes serene.

[Exeunt. | Will you for ever help me to new pains,

And keep reserves of torment in your hand,
SCENE II.—The Palace.

To let them loose on every dawn of joy?

Leon. Think you my father too indulgent to me, Enter Don MANUEL and Don CARLOS.

That he claims no dominion o'er my tears? Man. My lord Don Carlos, what brings your A daughter sure may be right dutiful, express?

Whose tears alone are free from a restraint. Car. Alonzo's glory, and the Moors' defeat. Car. Ah, my torn heart! The field is strewed with twice ten thousand slain, Leon. Regard not me, my lord; Though he suspects his measures were betrayed. I shall obey my father. He'll soon arrive. Oh, how I long to embrace Car. Disobey him, The first of heroes, and the best of friends! Rather than come thus coldly, than come thus I loved fair Leonora long before

With absent eyes, and alienated mien, The chance of battle gave me to the Moors, Suffering address, the victim of my love. From whom so late Alonzo set me free:

Oh, let me be undone the common way, And while I groaned in bondage, I deputed And have the common comfort to be pitied, This great Alonzo, whom her father honours, | And not be ruined in the mask of bliss, To be my gentle advocate in love,

And so be envied, and be wretched too! To stir her heart, and fan its fires for me. Love calls for love. Not all the pride of beauty, Man. And what success?

Those eyes that tell us what the sun is made of, Cer. Alas, the cruel maid !

Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life, Indeed her father, who, though high at court, Those hills of driven-snow, which seen are felt; And powerful with the king, has wealth at heart, All these, possessed, are nought but as they are To beal his devastation from the Moors,

The proof, the substance of an inward passion, Knowing I am richly freighted from the east, And the rich plunder of a taken heart. My fleet now sailing in the sight of Spain,

Leon. Alas, my lord, we are too delicate ; (Heaven guard it safe through such a dreadful And when we grasp the happiness we wished, storm!)

We call on wit to argue it away: Caresses ine, and urges her to wed.

A plainer man would not feel half your pains; Man. Her aged father, see,

But some have too much wisdom to be happy. Leads her this way.

Car. Had I known this before, it had been Car. She looks like radiant Truth,

well: Brought forward by the hand of hoary Time. I had not then solicited your father You to the port with speed, 'tis possible

To add to my distress; as you behave,
Some vessel is arrived. Heaven grant it bring Your father's kindness stabs me to the heart.
Tidings, which Carlos may receive with joy! Give me your hand-nay, give it, Leonora ;

You give it not-nay, yet you give it not-

I ravish it.
Alt. Don Carlos, I am labouring in your fa Leon. I pray, my lord, no more.

Car. Ah, why so sad? You know each sigh With all a parent's soft authority,

. does shake me: And earnest counsel.

Sighs there, are tempests here. Car. Angels second you !

I've heard, bad men would be unblest in Heaven: For all my bliss or misery hangs on it.

What is my guilt, that makes me so with you? Alu. Daughter, the happiness of life depends Have I not languished prostrate at thy feet ? On our discretion, and a prudent choice;

Have I not lived whole days upon thy sight? Look into those they call unfortunate,

Have I not seen thee where thou hast not been, And, closer viewed, you'll find they are unwise: And, mad with the idea, clasped the wind, Some flaw in their own conduct lies beneath, And doated upon nothing? And 'tis the trick of fools, to save their credit, Leon. Court me not, Which brought another language into use. Good Carlos, by recounting of my faults, Don Carlos is of ancient, noble blood,

And telling how ungrateful I have been. And then his wealth might mend a prince's for- | Alas, my lord, if talking would prevail, tune.

I could suggest much better arguments For him the sun is labouring in the mines, . Than those regards you threw away on me; A faithful slave, and turning carth to gold; | Your valour, honour, wisdom, praised by all. His keels are freighted with that sacred power, But bid physicians talk our veins to temper, By which even kings and emperors are made. And with an argument new-set a pulse; Sir, you have my good wishes, and I hope | Then think, my lord, of reasoning into love.

[TO CARLOS. Car. Must I despair then? Do not shake me My daughter is not indisposed to hear you. [Ext.

thus :

My tempest-beaten heart is cold to death ; Zan. She will, my lord, and soon.
Ah, turn, and let me warm me in thy beauties! 1 Alon. Come near me, Zanga;
Heavens! what a proof I gave, but two nights For I dare open all my heart to thee.

Never was such a day of triumph known!
Of matchless love! To fling me at thy feet, There's not a wounded captive in my train,
I slighted friendship, and I few from fame, That slowly followed my proud chariot wheels,
Nor heard the summons of the next day's battle: With half a life, and beggary, and chains,
But darting headlong to thy arms, I left

But is a god to me: I am most wretched. The promised fight, I left Alonzo too,

In his captivity thou know'st, Don Carlos, To stand the war, and quell a world alone. My friend, (and never was a friend more dear)

"[Trumpets. Deputed me his advocate in love, Leon. The victor comes. My lord, I inust To talk to Leonora's heart, and make a withdraw.

A tender party in her thoughts for him. Car. And must you go?

What did I do? I loved myself. Indeed, Leon. Why should you wish me stay?

One thing there is might lessen my offence, Your friend's arrival: will bring comfort to you, (If such offence admits of being lessened). My presence none; it pains you and myself ; I thought him dead; for (by what fate I know not) For both our sakes, permit me to withdraw, His letters never reached me.

[Erit. Zun. Thanks to Zanga, Car. Sure, there is no peril but in love. Oh, Who thence contrived that evil which has haphow


[Aside. My foes would boast to see me look so pale ! Alon. Yes, cursed of Heaven! I loved myself,

and now, Enter Don Alonzo.

In a late action rescued from the Moors, Car. Alonzo!

I have brought home my rival in my friend. Alon. Carlos! I am whole again ;

Zan. We hear, my lord, that in that action too, Clasped in thy arms, it makes my heart entire. Your interposing arm preserved his life. Cur. Whom dare I thus embrace? The con-| Alon. It did with more than the expence of queror

mine; Of Afric?"

For, oh, this day is mentioned for their nuptials. Alon. Yes, much more-Don Carlos' friend. But see, she comes-I'll take my leave, and die. The conquest of the world would cost me dear, Zan. Hadst thou a thousand lives, thy death Should it beget one thought of distance in thee.

would please me. I rise in virtues to come nearer to thee,

Unhappy fate! My country overcome! I conquer with Don Carlos in my eye,

My six years hope of vengeance quite expired! And thus I claim my victory's reward.

Would nature were I will not fall alone; a [Embracing him. But others' groans shall tell the world my death. Car. A victory indeed! your godlike arm

(Aside, and exit. Has made one spot the grave of Africa, Such numbers fell! and the survivors filed,

Enter LEONORA. As frighted passengers from off the strand,

Alon. When nature ends with anguish like to When the tempestuous sea comes roaring on them, Alon. 'Twas Carlos conquered, 'twas his cruel | Sinners shall take their last leave of the sun, chains

And bid his light adieu. Inflamed me to a rage unknown before,

Leon. The mighty conqueror And threw my former actions far behind.

Dismayed! I thought you gave the foe your sorCar. I love fair Leonora,-how I love her!

rows. Yet still I find (I know not how it is)

Alon. Oh, cruel insult! Are those tears your Another heart, another soul for thee.

sport, Thy friendship warms, it raises, it transports | Which nothing but a love for you could draw ! Like music; pure the joy, without allay,

Afric I quelled, in hope by that to purchase Whose very rapture is tranquillity :

Your leave to sigh unscorned ; but I complain But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss,

not; Heightened, indeed, beyond all mortal pleasures, | 'Twas but a world, and you are-Leonora. But mingles pangs and madness in the bowl.

Leon. That passion, which you boast of, is your Enter ZANGA.


A treason to your friend. You think mean of me, Zan. Manuel; my lord, returning from the To plead your crimes as motives of my love. port,

Alon. You, madam, ought to thank those crimet On business both of moment and of haste,

you blame; Humbly begs leave to speak in private with you. 'Tis they permit you to be thus inhuman,

Car. In private! Ha! Alonzo, I will return : Without the censure both of earth and heaven No business can detain me long from thee. (Exit. I fondly thought a last look might be kind.

Zan. My lord Alonzo, I obeyed your orders. Farewell for ever! This severe behaviour
Alon. Will the fair Leonora pass this way? Has, to my comfort, made it sweet to die.


Leon. Farewell for ever! Sweet to die ! Oh, ( It was unsafe to leave that part to me?
Heaven -

Aside. Alon. Is not the day, then, fixed for your es. Alonzo, stay; you must not thus escape me,

pousals? But hear your guilt at large.

León. Indeed, my father once had thoughts dlon. Oh, Leonora !

that way; What could I do! In duty to my friend, But, marking how the marriage pained my heart, I saw you; and to see is to admire.

Long he stood doubtful; but at last resolved, For Carlos did I plead, and most sincerely; Your counsel, which determines him in all, Witness the thoušand agonies it cost me! Should finish the debate. You know I did. I sought but your esteem; Alon. O, agony ! If that is guilt, an angel had been guilty. Must I not only lose her, but be made I often sighed, nay, wept, but could not help it: Myself the instrument ? Not only die, And sure it is no crime to be in pain.

But plunge the dagger in my heart myself? But grant my crime was great ; I am greatly cùr This is refining on calainity. sed;

Leon. What! do you tremble lest you should What would you more? Am I not most undone ?

be mine? This usage is like stamping on the murdered, For what else can you tremble? Not for that When life is fled; most barbarous and unjust.

| My father places in your power to alter. Leon. If from your guilt none suffered but dlon. What's in my power? Oh, yes; to stab yourself,

my friend! It might be so— Farewell.

[Going. Leon. To stab your friend were barbarous inAlon. Who suffers with me?

deed; Laon. Enjoy your ignorance, and let me go. Spare him-and murder me. I own, Alonzo,

Alon. Alas! what is there I can fear to know, | You well may wonder at such words as these; Since I already know your hate? Your actions I start at them myself; they fright my nature, Have long since told me that.

Great is my fault; but blame me not alone : Leon. They flattered you.

Give him a little blame who took suci ains Alon. How! flattered me!

To make me guilty. Leon. Oh, search in fate no farther!

Alon. Torment ! [After a pause, LEON. speaks. I hate thee-Oh, Alonzo, how I hate thee!

Leon. O my shame! Alon. Indeed! and do you weep for hatred | 'I sue, and sue in vain : it is most just; too!

When women sue, they sue to be denied. Oh, what a doubtful torment heaves my heart! You hate me, you despise me! you do well; I hope it most, and yet I dread it more.

For what I've done I hate and scorn myself. Should it be so-should her tears flow from thence, Oh, night, fall on me! I shall blush to death. How would my soul blaze up in ecstacy!

Alon. First perish all !
Ah no! how sink into the depth of horrors! Leon. Say, what have you resolved ?

Leon. Why would you force my stay? My father comes ; , what answer will you giye
Alon. What mean these tears?

him? Leon. I weep by chance, nor have my tears Alon. What answer ! let me look upon that a meaning;

face, But, oh! when first I saw Alonzo's tears, And read it there.-Devote thee to another! I knew their meaning well!

Not to be borne! a second look undoes me. (ALON. falls passionately on his knees, and Leon. And why undo you? Is it then, my lord, takes her hand.

So terrible to yield to your own wishes, Alon. Heavens! what is this? That excellence, Because they happen to concur with mine? for which

Cruel! to take such pains to win a heart, Desire was planted in the heart of man;

Which you was conscious you must break with Virtue's supreme reward on this side Heaven;

parting. The cordial of my soul-and this destroys me Alon. No, Leonora, I am thine for ever, Indeed, I flattered me that thou didst hate.

[Runs and embraces her. Leon. Alonzo, pardon me the injury

In spite of Carlos-Ha! who's that? My friend! Of loving you. I struggled with my passion,

(Starts wide from her. And struggled long : let that be some excuse. Alas, I see him pale! I hear him groan! Alon. Vnkind, you know I think your love a He foams, he tears his hair, he raves, he bleeds, blessing

(I know him by myself) he dies distracted ! Beyond all human blessings ! 'tis the price

Leon. How dreadful to be cut from what we Of sighs and groans, and a whole year of dying. But, oh! the curse of curses! Oh, my Alon. Ah, speak no more! friend!

Leon. And tied to what we hate!
Leon. Alas!

Alon. Oh!
Alon. What says my love ? Speak, Leonora. Leon. Is it possible ?

Leon. Was it for you, my lord, to be so quick Alon. Death!
In finding out objections to our love?

Leon. Can you ? Think you so strong my love, or weak my virtue, ! Alon. Oh

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