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Kindle again his torch, and hold it high,
Loth. Unjust Calista! dost thou call it ruin,
Cal. Oh, let me hear no more; I cannot bear it; 'Tis deadly to remembrance. Let that night, That guilty night, be blotted from the year ; “ Let not the voice of mirth or music know it; “ Let it be dark and desolate; no stars " To glitter o’er it; let it wish for light, “ Yet want it still, and vainly wait the dawn;" For 'twas the night that gave me up to shame, To sorrow, to the false Lothario.
Loth. Hear this, ye pow'rs! mark, how the fair de
Cal. Art thou so base to upbraid me with a crime,
Loth. How have I fail'd in justice, or in love? Burns not my Aame as brightly as at first? Ev'n now my heart beats high, I languish for thee, My transports are as fierce, as strong my wishes, As if thou ne'er hadst blest me with thy beauty.
Cal. How didst thou dare to think that I would live A slave to base desires, and brutal pleasures, To be a wretched wanton for thy leisure,
To toy, and waste an hour of idle time with ?
Loth. The driving storm of passion will have way,
Enter behind them ALTAMONT. Alt. “ I have lost my peace"—Ha! do I live and
wake? Cal. Hadst thou been true, how happy had I been! Not Altamont, but thou, hadst been my lord. But wherefore nam'd I happiness with thee? It is for thee, for thee, that I am curst; For thee my secret soul each hour arraigns me, Calls me to answer for my virtue stain'd, My honour lost to thee: for thee it haunts me; With stern Sciolto vowing vengeance on me : With Altamont complaining for his wrongsAlt. Behold him here
[Coming forward. Cal. Ah!
We've long been foes, this moment ends our quarrel; Earth, Heav'n, and fair Calista judge the combat ! Cal. Distraction! Fury! Sorrow ! Shame! and
death! " Alt. Thou hast talk'd too much, thy breath is
poison to me; “ It taints the ambient air; this for my father, “ This for Sciolto, and this last for Altamont."
[They fight; Lothario is wounded once or twice,
and then falls. Loth. Oh, Altamont! thy genius is the stronger! Thou hast prevail'd!—My fierce ambitious soul Declining droops, and all her fires grow pale ; Yet let not this advantage swell thy pride, I conquer'd in my turn, in love I triumph’d. Those joys are lodg'd beyond the reach of fate; That sweet revenge comes smiling to my thoughts, Adorns my fall, and cheers my heart in dying. [Dies.
Cal. And what remains for me, beset with shame, Encompassid round with wretchedness? There is 120 But this one way to break the toil, and 'scape.
[She catches up Lothario's sword, and offers to kill
herself; Altamont runs to her, and wrests it from
her. Alt. What means thy frantic rage ! Cal. Off! let me go. Alt. Oh! thou hast more than murder'd me; yet
still, Still art thou here! and my soul starts with horror, At thought of any danger that may reach thee.
Cal. Think'st thou I mean to live? to be forgiv'n? Oh, thou hast known but little of Calista! If thou had'st never heard my shame, if only The midnight moon and silent stars had seen it, I would not bear to be reproach'd by them, But dig down deep to find a grave beneath, And hide me from their beams.
Sciolto within.] What, hol my son !
“ Alt. It is Sciolto calls; come near and find me; “ The wretched'st thing of all my kind on earth."
Cal. Is it the voice of thunder, or my father? Madness! Confusion! let the storm come on, Let the tumultuous roar drive all upon me; Dash
my devoted bark, ye surges, break it! 240 'Tis for my ruin that the tempest rises, When I am lost, sunk to the bottom low, Peace shall return, and all be calm again.
Alt. Oh! press me not to speak;
Sci. It is enough! but I am slow to execute,