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I pray, forbear-transported at his sight,
Zan. Pray be calm. After so long a bondage, and your friend,
Alon. As hurricanes :—be thou assured of that. Who could suspect him of an artifice ?
Zan. Is this the wise Alonzo ? No farther I inquired, but let him pass,
Alon. Villain, no! False to my trust, at least imprudent in it. He died in the arbour-he was murdered there! Our watch relieved, I went into the garden, I am his demon though-my wife !-my wife! As is my custom, when the night's serene,
Zan. Alas! he weeps. And took a moon-light walk : when soon I heard Alon. Go, dig her grave! A rustling in arbour that was near me.
Zan. My lord! I saw two lovers in each other's arms,
Alon. But that her blood's too hot, I would caEmbracing and embraced. Anon the man
Alon. But I may talk too fast. Pray let me There softly sighed; 'oh, night of ecstasy!
think. When shall we meet again ?-Don Carlos then And reason mildly.-Wedded and undone Led Leonora forth.
Before one night descends.--Oh, hasty evil ! Alon. Oh, oh, my heart! (he sinks into a chair] What friend to comfort me in my extreme ! Zan. Groan on, and with the sound refresh my Where's Carlos ? why is Carlos absent from me? soul!
Does he know what has happened ? 'Tis through his heart, his knees smite one another. Zan. My good lord ! 'Tis through his brain, his eye-balls roll in anguish. Alon. Oh, depth of horror! hel-my bosom
(aside] friend! My lord, my lord, why do you rack my soul ? Zan. Alas, compose yourself, my lord. Speak to me, let me know that you still live. Alon. To death! Do not you know me, sir? pray, look upon me: Gaze on her with both eyes so ardently! You think too deeply—I'm your own Zanga, Give them to the vultures, tear them all in pieces! So loved, so cherished, and so faithful to you. Zan. Most excellent! [aside] Why start you in such fury?—nay, my lord, Alon. Hark! you can keep a secret. For heaven's sake sheathe your sword! what can In yonder arbour bound with jasminethis mean?
Who's that? what villain's that? unhand her?Fool that I was, to trust you with the secret,
murder! And you unkind to break your word with me. Tear them asunder-murder-how they grind Oh, passion for a woman!-on the ground ! My heart betwixt them !-oh, let go my heart! Where is your boasted courage? where your scorn, Yet let it go — embracing and embraced! And prudent rage, that was to cure your grief, Oh, pestilence !—who let him in ?-a traitor. And chase your love-bred agonies away ?"
(Goes to stab Zanga, he prevents him.] Rise, sir, for honour's sake. Why should the Alas! my head turns round, and my limbs fail nie. Moors,
Zan. My lord ! Why should the vanquished triumph ?
Alon. Oh, villain, villain, most accurst! Alon. Would to heaven
If thou didst know it, why did'st let me wed? That I were lover still; oh, she was all!
Zan. Hear me, my lord, your anger will abate. My fame, my friendship, and my love of arms, I knew it not :- I saw them in the garden; All stooped to her, my blood was her possession. But saw no more than you might well expect Deep in the secret foldings of my heart
To see in lovers destined for each other; She lived with life, and far the dearer she, By heaven I thought their meeting innocent. But-and-no more-set nature on a blaze, Who could suspect fair Leonora's virtue, Give her a fit of jealousy-away
Till after proofs conspired to blacken it ? To think on’t is the torment of the damned, Sad proofs, which came too late, which broke not And not to think on't is impossible.
out. How fair the cheek that first alarmed my soul! Eternal curses on Alvarez' haste! How bright the eye that set it on a flame !
Till holy rites had made the wanton yours: How soft the breast on which I laid my peace And then, I own, I laboured to conceal it, For years to slumber unawaked by care ! In duty and compassion to your peace. How fierce the transport! how sublime the bliss ! Alon. Live now, be damned hereafter-for I How deep, how black, the horror and despair !"
want thee. Zan. You said you'd bear it like a man. Oh, night of ecstacy !-ha! was't not so ? Alon. I do.
I will enjoy this murder.—Let me thinkAm I not almost distracted ?
'The jasmine bower— tis secret and remote •
Go wait me there, and take my dagger with thee. Alon. Art thou concerned for me?
(Erit Zanga. Leon. My lord you fright me. How the sweet sound still sings within my ear! Is this the fondness of your nuptial hour ? When shall we meet again ?--to-night, in hell. I am ill-used, my lord, I must not bear it.
Why, when I woo your hand, is it denied me? As he is going, enter LEONORA.
Your very eyes, why are they taught to shun me? Ha! I'm surprised! I stagger at her charms ! Nay, my good lord, I have a title here Oh, angel-devil shall I stab her now?
(taking his hand. No it shall be as I at first determined.
And I will have it. Am I not your wife?
That heart which I have purchased with my
own? Leon. My lord, excuse me; see a second time Lay it before me then; it is my due. I come in embassy from all your friends, Unkind Alonzo! though I might demand it; Whose joys are languid, uninspired by you. Behold I kneel! see, Leonora kneels!
Alon. This moment, Leonora, I was coming And deigns to be a beggar for her own! To thee, and all—but sure, or I mistake, Tell me the secret, I conjure you tell me. Or thou can'st well inspire my friends with joy. The bride foregoes the homage of her day, Leon. Why sighs my lord ?
Alvarez' daughter trembles in the dust. Alon. I sighed not, Leonora.
Speak then, I charge you speak, or I expire, Leon. I thought you did; your sighs are mine, And load you with my death. My lord, my lord !
Alon. Ha, ha, ha! And shall I feel them all.
[he breaks from her, she sinks upon the floor. Alon. Dost flatter me?
Leon. Are these the joys which fondly I conLeon. If my regards for you are flattery,
ceived ? Full far indeed I stretched the compliment And is it thus a wedded life begins? In this day's solemn rite.
What did I part with, when I gave my heart? Alon. What rite?
I knew not that all happiness went with it. Leon. You sport me.
Why did I leave my tender father's wing, Alon. Indeed I do; my heart is full of mirth. And venture into love! the maid that loves,
Leon. And so is mine- I look on cheerfulness Goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, As on the health of virtue.
And puts her trust in miracles for safety. Alon. Virtue !-damn
Where shall I sigh?—where pour out my comLeon. What says my lord ?
plaints Alon. Thou art exceeding fair.
He that should hear, should succour, should reLeon. Beauty alone is but of little worth;
dress, But when the soul and body of a piece,
He is the source of all. Both shine alike, then they obtain a price, Alon. Go to thy chamber; And are a fit reward for gallant actions, I soon will follow; that which now disturbs thee Heaven's pay on earth for such great souls as yours; Shall be cleared up, and thou shalt not condemn If fair and innocent I am your due.
(erit Leonora, Alon. Innocent! (aside.]
Oh how like innocence she looks!—what, stab her! Leon. How, my lord! I interrupt you.
And rush into her blood !-I never can! Alon. No, my best life! I must not part with In her guilt shines, and nature holds my hand.' thee
How then? why, thus-no more ! it is determined. This hand is mine-oh! what a hand is here!
Zan. I fear his heart has failed him. She must Alon. What less can speak my joy?
die. I gaze, and I forget my own existence;
Can I not rouse the snake that's in his bosom, 'Tis all a vision-my head swims in heaven. To sting out human nature and effect it ? [aside. Wherefore! oh, wherefore this expense of beauty? Alon. This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, And wherefore, oh!
Those skics through which it rolls, must all have Why, I could gaze upon thy looks for ever,
end. And drink in all my being from thine eyes; What then is man? the smallest part of nothing. And I could snatch a flaming thunderbolt, Day buries day, month month, and year the year, And hurl destruction !
Our life is but a chain of many deaths ; Leon. How, my lord! what mean you? Can then death's self be feared ? our life much Acquaint me with the secret of your heart,
rather, Or cast me out for ever from your love. Life is the desert, life the solitude,
Death joins us to the great majority;
While her last kiss still glows upon his cheek. 'Tis to be borne to Platos, and to Cæsars ;
(aside. 'Tis to be great for ever;
But when he finds Alonzo is no more, 'Tis pleasure, 'tis ambition then to die.
How will he rush like lightning to her arms! Zan. I think, my lord, you talked of death. There sigh, there lauguish, there pour out his Alon. I did.
soul; Zan. I give you joy, then Leonora's dead. But not in grief-sad obsequies to thee!
Alon. No, Zanga, the greatest guilt is mine. But thou wilt be at peace, nor see, nor hear 'Tis mine who might have marked his midnight The burning kiss, the sigh of ecstacy, visit,
Their throbbing hearts, that jostle one another; Who might have marked his tameness to resign Thank heaven, these torments will be all my own. her;
Alon. I'll ease thee of that pain. Let Carlos die, Who might have marked her sudden turn of love: O'ertake him on the road, and see it done, These, and a thousand tokens more; and yet, 'Tis my command.
[gives his signet. For which the saints absolve my soul! did wed. Zan. I dare not disobey. Zan. Where does this tend ?
Alon. My Zanga now, I have thy leave to die. Alon. To shed a woman's blood
Zan. Ah, sir! think, think again. Are all men Would stain my sword, and make my wars in- buried glorious!
In Carlos' grave ? you know not womankind. But just resentment to myself, bears in it When once the throbbing of the heart has broke A stamp of greatness above vulgar minds. The modest zone with which it first was tied, He who, superior to the checks of nature, Each man she meets will be a Carlos to her. Dares make his life the victim of his reason, Alon. That thought has more of hell than had Does in some sort that reason deify,
the former. And takes a sight at heaven.
Another, and another, and another! Zan. Alas, my lord,
And each shall cast a sınile upon my tomb. 'Tis not your reason, but her beauty finds I am convinced; I must not, will not die. Those arguments, and throws you on your sword. Zan. You can not die; nor can you murder her. You can not close an eye that is so bright, What then remains ? in nature no third way, You can not strike a breast that is so soft, But to forget, and so to love again. That has ten thousand ecstacies in store
receive her to your grace again, Nor more upbraid the weakness of thy lord. The world will call you very, very kind. I own, I tried, I quarrelled with my heart
Alon. Zanga, I understand thee well. She dies, And pushed it on, and bid it give her death; Though my arm trembles at the stroke, she dies. But, oh, her eyes struck first, and murdered me. Zan. That's truly great. What think you 'twas
Zan. I know not what to answer to my lord. Men are but men; we did not make ourselves. The reek and Roman name in such a lustre, Farewell then, my best lord, since you must die. But doing right in stern despite to nature, Oh, that I were to share your monument, Shutting their ears to all her little cries, And in eternal darkness close these eyes
When great, august, and godlike justice called ? Against those scenes which I am doomed to suffer! At Aulis, one poured out a daughter's life, Alon. What dost thou mean?
And gained more glory than by all his wars; Zan. And is it then unknown?
Another slew his sister in just rage; Oh, grief of heart to think that you should ask it! A third; the theme of all succeeding times, Sure you distrust that ardent love I bear you, Gave to the cruel axe a darling son. Else could you doubt when you are laid in dust, Nay more, for justice some devote themselves, But it will cut my poor heart through and through, As he at Carthage, an immortal name! To see those revel on your sacred tomb,
Yet there is one step left above them all, Who brought you thither by their lawless loves. Above their history, above their fable : For there they'll revel, and exult to find A wife, bride, mistress unenjoyed-do that, Him sleep so fast, who else might mar their joys. And tread upon the Greek and Roman glory. Alon. Distraction !--but Don Carlos well thou Alon. 'Tis done!-again new transports fire my knowest,
brain : Is sheathed in steel, and bent on other thoughts. I had forgot it, 'tis my bridal night,
Zan. I'll work him to the murder of his friend. Friend, give me joy, we must be gay together; Yes, till the fever of his blood returns,
See that the festival be duly honoured.
And when with garlands the full bowl is crown- And such her ardent wish it should be true, ed,
That she, at length, was fully satisfied. And music gives the elevating sound,
Alon. 'Twas well she was. In our late interview And golden carpets spread the sacred floor, My passion so far threw me from my guard, And a new day the blazing tapers pour, Methinks 'tis strange that conscious of her guilt, Thou, Zanga, thou my solemn friends invite, She saw not through its thin disguise my heart. From the dark realms of everlasting night. Zan. But what design you sir, and how? Call vengeance, call the furies, call despair, Alon. I'll tell thee. And death, our chief invited guest, be there; Thus I've ordained it. In the jas’mine bower, He with pale hand shall lead the bride, and The place which she dishonoured with her guilt, spread
There will I meet her; the appointment's made; Eternal curtains round our nuptial bed. And calmly spread, for I can do it now,
[exeunt. The blackness of her crime before her sight,
And then with all the cool solemnity
Of public justice, give her to the grave. (e.cit
Sisters of Acheron, go hand in hand,
Go dance around the bower, and close them in;
Toads pant, and adders rustle through the leaves, Ican not bear the sight-what sight?—where am I! May serpents winding up the trees let fall There's nothing here—if this was fancy's work, Their hissing necks upon them from above, She draws a picture strongly
And mingle kisses—such as I should give them.
[erit. Enter ZANGA.
SCENE II.--THE BOWER-LEONORA SLEEPING.
Zan. Ha !-you're pale.
Are ye not blasted as I enter in ? Alon. Oh, Zanga! Zanga!
Yes, see how every flower lets fall its head But I'll not think: for I must act, and thinking How shudders every leaf without a wind Would ruin me for action. Oh, the medley How every green is as the ivy pale! Of right and wrong! the chaos of my brain! Did ever midnight ghosts assemble here? He should and should not die-you should obey Have these sweet echoes ever learned to groan ? And not obey. It is a day of darkness, Joy-giving, love-inspiring, holy bower! Of contradictions, and of many deaths.
Know, in thy fragrant vosom thou receivest Where's Leonora, then ? quick, answer me; A- -murderer! oh, I shall stain thy lilies, I'm deepin horrors, I'll be deeper still.
And horror will usurp the seat of bliss. I find thy artifice did take effect,
So Lucifer broke into paradise, And she forgives my late deportment to her. And soon damnation followed. [advances.] Ha! Zan. I told her from your childhood you was she sleeps“
The day's uncommon heat has overcome her. On any great surprise, but chiefly then Then take, my longing eyes, your last full gaze. When cause of sorrow bore it company,
Oh, what a sight is here! how dreadful fair!
To give such charms as these, and then call man,
Mere man, to be your executioner.
My close long-laboured scheme at once is blasted. Was it because it was too hard for you? That dagger, found, will cause her to inquire; But see, she smiles! I never shall smile more. Inquiry will discover all; my hopes It strongly tempts me to a parting kiss.
Of vengeance perish; I myself am lost
(going, starts back. Curse on the coward's heart! wither his hand Ha! smile again. She dreams of him she loves. Which held the steel in vain. What can be done? Curse on her charms! I'll stab her through them all. Where can I fix?—that's something still — twill
(as he is going to strike, she wakes. breed Leon. My lord your stay was long, and yonder lull Fell rage and bitterness betwixt their souls, Of falling waters tempted me to rest,
Which may, perchance, grow up to greater evil; Dispirited with noon's excessive heat.
If not, 'tis all I can-it shall be som [aside. Alon. Ye powers! with what an eye she mends Leon. Oh, Zanga, I am sinking in my fears! the day!
Alonzo dropped this dagger as he left me, While they were closed I should have given the And left me in a strange disorder too. blow.
What can this mean? angels preserve his life! Oh, for a last embrace ! and then for justice: Zan. Yours, madam, yours. Thus heaven and I shall both be satisfied. [aside. Leon. What, Zanga, dost thou say? Leon. What says my lord ?
Zan. Carry your goodness, then to such exAlon. Why this Alonzo says;
tremes, If love were endless, men were gods; 'tis that So blinded to the faults of him you love, Does counterbalance travel, danger, pain- That you perceive not he is jealous ? 'Tis heaven's expedient to make mortals bear Leon. Heavens ! The light, and cheat them of the peaceful grave. And yet a thousand things recur that swear it.
Leon. Alas, my lord! why talk you of the grave? What villain could inspire him with that thought? Your friend is dead; in friendship you sustain It is not of the growth of his own nature. A mighty loss; repair it with my love.
Zan. Some villain, who, hell knows; but he is Alun. Thy love, thou piece of witchcraft! I jealous,
And 'tis most fit a heart so pure as yours Thou brightest angel! I could gaze for ever. Do itself justice and assert Where hadst thou this, enchantress, tell me where, And make him conscious of its stab of virtue. Which with a touch works miracles, boils up Leon. Jealous! it sickens at my heart. Unkind, My blood to tumults, and turns round my brain? Ungenerous, groundless weak, and insolent! E'en now thou swim'st before me, I shall lose thee- Why, wherefore, and what shadow of occasion ? No, I will make thee sure, and clasp thee all. 'Tis fascination, 'tis the warmth of heaven Who turned this slender waist with so much art, For the collected crimes of all his race. And shut perfection in so small a ring ? Oh, how the great man lessens to my thought! Who spread that pure expanse of white above, How could so mean a vice as jealousy, On which the dazzled sight can find no rest; Unnatural child of ignorance and guilt, But, drunk with beauty, wanders up and down. Which tears and feeds upon its parent's heart, For ever, and for ever finds new charms! Live in a throng of such exalted virtues ? But oh, those eyes! those murderers! oh, whence, I scorn and hate, yet love him and adore. Whence didst thou steal their burning orbs from I can not, will not, dare not think it true, heaven?
Till from himself I know it.
[esit. Thou did'st; and 'tis religion to adore them. 2an. This succeeds
Leon. My best Alonzo, moderate your thoughts. Just to my wish. Now she, with violence, Extremes still fright me, though of love itself. Upbraids him; he, well knowing she is guilty,
Alon. Extremes indeed ! it hurried me away; Rages no less; and if on either side
Alon. Oh, Zanga, hold thy peace! I am no [drops the dagger, and goes off. coward; Leon. Ha, a dagger!
But heaven itself did hold my hand; I felt it, What dost thou say, thou minister of death? By the well-being of my soul, I did. What dreadful tale dost tell me? let me think- I'll think of vengeance at another season.
Zan. My lord, her guiltZan. Death to my towering hopes: oh, fall from Alon. Perdition on thee, Moor, high!
For that one word ! ah, do not rouse that thought!