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Enter Heli. Leon. Alas! she stirs not yet, nor lifts her eyes ; He, too, is fainting—Help me, help me, stranger, Whoe'er thou art, and lend thy hand to raise : These bodies.
Hel. Ha ! 'tis he! and with. Almeria! Oh, miracle of happiness! Oh, joy Unhoped for! Does Almeria live?
Osm. Where is she ! Let me behold, and touch her, and be sure 'Tis she; shew me her face, and let me feel Her lips with mine—'Tis she, I am not deceived ; I taste her breath, I warm her and am warmed. Look up, Almeria, bless me with thy eyes ; Look on thy love, thy lover, and thy husband ! Alm. I have sworn I'll not wed Garcia: why do
force me? Is this a father?
Osm. Look on thy Alphonso. Thy father is not liere, my love, nor Garcia : Nor am I what I seem, but thy Alphonso. Wilt thou not know me? Hast thou then forgot
Hast thou thy eyes, yet canst not see ·Alphonso ?
Alm. It is, it is Alphonso ! 'tis his face,
Oh, how hast thou returned? How hast thou
Osm. Oh, I'll not ask, nor answer, how or why
by which I have thee
Alm. Stay a while
thee. Alm. Yes. Osm. And why? What dost thou mean? Why
dost thou gaze so ? Alm. I know not; 'tis to see thy face, I think It is too much! too much to bear and live! To see thee thus again in such profusion Of joy, of bliss-I cannot bear-I must Be mad I cannot be transported thus. Osm. Thou excellence, thou joy, thou heaven of
love! Alm. Where hast tliou been ? and how art thou
alive? How is all this? All-powerful Heaven, what are we?
Oh, my strained heart-Jet me again behold thee,
Osm, Not in my love.
Osm. Wrong not my love, to say too tenderly. No more, my life; talk not of tears or grief; Affliction is no more, now thou art found. Why dost thou weep, and hold thee from my arms, My arms which ache to hold thee fast, and grow To thee with twining? Come, come to my heart !
Alm. I will, for I should never look enough. They would have married me; but I had sworn To Heaven and thee, and sooner would have died Osm. Perfection of all faithfulness and love !
Alm. Indeed I would-Nay, I would tell thee all, If I could speak; how I have mourned and prayed: For I have prayed to thee, as to a saint; And thou hast heard my prayer; for thou art come To my distress, to my despair, which Heaven Could only, by restoring thee, have cured. Osm. Grant me but life, good Heaven, but length
of days, To pay some part, some little of this debt, This countless sum of tenderness and love, For which I stand engaged to this all-excellence; Then bear me in a whirlwind to my fate, Snatch me from life, and cut me short unwarned :
Then, then, 'twill be enough-I shall be old,
Alm. 'Tis more than recompense to see thy face
thou. Aln. True ; but how cam’st thou there? Wert
: Osm. Where? Ha! What do I see, Antonio! I am fortunate indeed my friend, too, safe! · Heli. Most happily, in finding you thus blessed.
Alm. More miracles ! Antonio escaped ! - Osm. And twice escaped ; both from the rage of
And war : for in the fight I saw him fall.
Heli. But fell unhurt, a prisoner as yourself,
Osm. There are no wonders; or else all is wonder.
Heli. I saw you on the ground, and raised you up, When with astonishment I saw Almeria.
Osm. I saw her too, and therefore saw not thee. Alm. Nor I; nor could I, for my eyes 2 were
yours. Osm. What means the bounty of: all-gracious
Leon. Or I am deceived, or I beheld the glimpse
soon, Osm. I wish at least our parting were a dream, Or we could sleep :till we again were met.