Ran. A dreadful instance of the last remorse! May all our woes end here! 0. Wil. O would they end A thousand ages hence, I then should suffer You'll do but justice to inform the world, [Dies. Rev. Edward Young, D. D. THE REVENGE. ZANGA, a noble Moor, is taken captive by DoN ALONZO, by whom he is held in Servitude. He narrates the history of his Wrongs to his Wife ISABELLA. Battlements, with a Sea Prospect. Enter ZANGA. Zan. Whether first nature, or long want of peace, Has wrought my mind to this, I cannot tell; But horrors now are not displeasing to me: I like this rocking of the battlements. [Thunder. Rage on, ye winds; burst, clouds; and waters, roar! And suit the gloomy habit of my soul. Enter ISABElla. Who's there? My love! Isa. Why have you left my bed? Your absence more affrights me than the storm. Zan. The dead alone in such a night can rest, And I indulge my meditation here. Woman, away. I choose to be alone. Isa. I know you do, and therefore will not leave you; Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you. Is this a night for walks of contemplation? Something unusual hangs upon your heart, And I will know it; by our loves, I will. Ask I too much, to share in your distress? Zan. In tears? thou fool! then hear me, and be plunged In hell's abyss, if ever it escape thee. To strike thee with astonishment at once I hate Alonzo. First recover that, And then thou shalt hear further. Isa. Hate Alonzo ! I own, I thought Alonzo most your friend, Zan. Hear then. 'Tis twice three years since that great man (Great let me call him, for he conquered me) Made me the captive of his arm in fight. I then was young; he placed me near his person, For something, or for nothing, in his pride Of kindnesses, and thinks it is forgot. Affronts are innocent, where men are worthless ; And such alone can wisely drop revenge. Isa. But with more temper, Zanga, tell your story; To see your strong emotions startles me. Zan. Yes, woman, with the temper that befits it. Has the dark adder venom? So have I When trod upon. Isa. Just as I entered, an express arrived. Isa. His friend, Don Carlos. Zan. Be propitious, O Mahomet! on this important hour, ! [Exeunt. ZANGA, to carry out his revenge, infuses jealousy into the mind of ALONZO, by persuading him that his Wife LEONORA, Daughter of ALVAREZ, has proved false to her marriage-vows, with Don Carlos. ALONZO taxes LEONORA with infidelity; and she, maddened by the imputation, kills herself. The final catastrophe is developed in the following Scene. ZANGA. Zan. How stands the great account 'twixt me and vengeance? Though much is paid, yet still it owes me much, And I will not abate a single groan. Ha! that were well-but that were fatal too. Why, be it so-Revenge so truly great, Would come too cheap, if bought with less than life. Enter I8ABELla. Isa. Ah, Zanga, see me tremble! Has not yet Thy cruel heart its fill? Poor Leonora Zan. Welters in blood, and gasps for her last breath. What then? We all must die. Isa. Alonzo raves, And, in the tempest of his grief, has thrice Attempted on his life. At length, disarmed, He calls his friends, that save him, his worst foes, For Zanga raved; and see, he seeks you here, To learn that truth, which most he dreads to know. Enter ALONZO. Alon. Oh, Zanga! Zan. Do not tremble so: but speak. Alon. I dare not. Zan. You will drown me with your tears. Alon. Have I not cause? Zan. As yet, you have no cause. [Exit ISABELLA. [Falls on him. Alon. Dost thou too rave? Zan. Your anguish is to come : You much have been abused. Alon. Abused! by whom? Zan. To know, were little comfort. Alon. Oh, 'twere much! Zan. Indeed! Alon. By Heaven! oh, give him to my fury! Zan. Born for your use, I live but to oblige you. Know, then, 'twas-I. Alon. Am I awake? Zan. Forever. Thy wife is guiltless-that's one transport to me; And I, I let thee know it-that's another. I urged Don Carlos to resign his mistress, I forged the letter, I disposed the picture; |