The modest zone, with which it first was ty'd, Each man she meets will be a Carlos to her. Alonzo. That thought has more of hell than had the former; Another, and another, and another! And each shall cast a smile upon my tomb! I am convinc'd ; I must not, will not, die. Zanga. You cannot die; nor can you murder her. What then remains? In nature no third way, But to forget, and so to love again. Alonzo. Zanga. If Oh ! you forgive, the world will call you Good: If you forget, the world will call you Wise; If you receive her to your grace again, The world will call you very, very kind. Alonzo. Zanga, I understand thee well. She dies; Tho' my arm tremble at the stroke, she dies. Zanga. That's truly great. set up What think you 'twas The Greek and Roman name in such a lustre, When great, august, and godlike justice call'd ? A third, the theme of all succeeding times, A wife, bride, mistress, unenjoy'd-Do That And tread upon the Greek and Roman glory. Alonzo. 'Tis done-again new transports fire my brain; I had forgot it; 'tis my bridal night: Friend, give me joy; we must be gay together: See that the festival be duly honour'd. And when with garlands the full bowl is crown'd, [Exeunt. А СТ V. SCENE I. Enter ALONZO. Alonzo. O PITIFUL! O terrible to sight! I cannot bear the sight-What sight ?-Where am I ? Zanga. Enter ZANGA. Ha! You're pale. I obey'd your order. Alonzo. Is Carlos murder'd? Zanga. Six ruffians overtook him on the road; He fought as he was wont, and four he slew; His last breath blest Alonzo, and desir'd His bones might rest near yours. Alonzo. Of right and wrong! the chaos in my brain! And she forgives my late deportment to her. Zanga. I told her, from your childhood you was wont, On any great surprise, but chiefly then, When cause of sorrow bore it company, To have your passion shake the seat of reason; At first she doubted; But such the honest artifice I us'd, And such her ardent wish it should be true, That she, at length, was fully satisfy'd. Alonzo. 'Twas well she was. In our late interview, My passion so far threw me from my guard, (Methinks 'tis strange !) that conscious of her guilt, She saw not, thro' its thin disguise, my heart. Zanga. But what design you, Sir; and how? Alonzo. I'll tell thee. Thus I've ordain'd it: In the jess'min bow'r, The blackness of her crime before her sight; Of public justice, give her to the grave. [Exit. Zanga. Why, get thee gone! Horror and night go with thee! Sisters of Acheron, go hand in hand; Go dance around the bow'r, and close them in ; LEONORA sleeping. Enter ALONZO. Alonzo. Ye amaranths! ye roses, like the morn! Sweet myrtles, and ye golden orange-groves! Yes; see how every flow'r lets fall its head! Did ever midnight ghosts assemble here? And soon damnation follow'd. [He advances.] Ha! she sleeps- The day's uncommon heat has overcome her: Where shall I strike? who strikes her, strikes himself. my distracted heart !-O cruel heav'n! To give such charms as those, and then call man, Was it because it was too hard for you ? But see, she smiles! I never shall smile more; [Going, he starts back. Ha smile again! She dreams of him she loves : Curse on her charms! I'll stab her thro' them all. [As he is going to strike, she wakes. Leonora. My lord, your stay was long; and yonder lull Of falling waters tempted me to rest, Alonzo. Ye pow'rs, with what an eye she mends the day! While they were clos'd, I should have giv'n the blow. O for a last embrace! and then for justice: [Aside. |