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Shall rest; shews me the grave, where nature, Alm. I have sworn I'll not wed Garcia : why weary
me? Will fly my pale deformity with loathing: Hast thou thy eyes, yet canst not see Alphonso ? My soul, enlarged from its vile bonds, will mount, Am I so altered, or art thou so changed, And range the starry orbs, and milky ways, That, seeing my disguise, thou seest not me? Of that refulgent world, where I shall swim Alin. It is, it is Alphonso ! 'tis his face, In liquid light, and float, on seas of bliss, Ilis voice, I know him now, I know him all. To my Alphonso's soul. Oh, joy too great ! Oh, take me to thy arms, and bear me hence, Oh, ecstacy of thought! Help me, Anselmo; Back to the bottom of the boundless deep, Help me, Alphonso; take me, reach thy hand; To seas beneath, where thou so long hast dwelt. To thee, to thee I call; to thee, Alphonso : Oh, how hast thou returned? How hast thou Oh, Alphonso !
The wildness of the waves and rocks to this; Osmyn ascending from the tomb,
That, thus relenting, they have given thee back Osm. Who calls that wretched thing that was To earth, to light and life, to love and me? Alphonso ?
Osm. Oh, I'll not ask, nor answer, how or why Alm. Angels, and all the host of heaven, sup- We both have backward trod the paths of fate,
To meet again in life; to know I have thee, Osm. Whence is that voice, whose shrillness, Is knowing more than any
Or means, by which I have thee-
And gaze upon thy eyes, is so much joy,
Or trifle time in thinking. Comfort me, help me, hold me, hide me, hide me, Alm. Stay a whileLeonora, in thy bosom, from the light,
Let me look on thee yet a little more. And from my eyes !
Osm. What wouldst thou? thou dost put mo Osm. Amazement and illusion !
from thee. Rivet and nail me where I stand, ye powers,
[Coming forward. Osm. And why? What dost thou mean? Why That, motionless, I may be still deceived.
dost thou gaze so? Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve Alm. I know not; 'tis to see thy face, I That tender, lovely form of painted air,
think So like Almeria. Ha! it sinks, it falls;
It is too much! too much to bear and live! I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade! To see thee thus again is such profusion 'Tis life ! 'tis warın ! 'uis she, 'tis she herself! Of joy, of bliss--I cannot bear-I must Nor dead, nor shade, but breathing and alive! Be mad— I cannot be transported thus. It is Almeria, it is my wife !
Osm. Thou excellence, thou joy, thou heaven
of love! Enter IELI.
Alm. Where hast thou been? and how art Leon. Alas! she stirs not yet, nor lifts her eyes; thou alive? He, too, is faintingHelp me, help me, stran- How is all this? All-powerful Heaven, what are ger,
we? Whoe'er thou art, and lend thy hand to raise
strained heart— let me again behold thee, These bodies.
For I weep to see thee-Art thou not paler ? Hel. Ha! 'tis he! and with Almeria ! Much, much; how thou art changed ! Oh, miracle of happiness! Oh, joy
Osm. Not in my love. Unhoped for! Does Almeria live?
Alm. No, no! thy griefs, I know, have done this Osm. Where is she?
to thee, Let me behold, and touch her, and be sure Thou bast wept much, Alphonso; and, I fear, 'Tis she; shew me her face, and let me feel Too much, too tenderly, lamented me. Her lips with mine--'Tis she, I am not deceived; Osm. Wrong not my love, to say too tenderly. I taste her breath, I warm her and am warm- No more, my life; talk not of tears or grief; ed.
Afliction is no more, now thou art found. Look up, Almeria, bless me with thy eves; Why dost thou weep, and hold thee from my Look on thy love, thy lover, and thy husband,
My arms which ache to hold thee fast, and grow | And as yourself made free; hither I came,
Alm. I will, for I should never look enough. Your-griet would lead you to lament Anselmo.
Heli. I saw you on the ground, and raised you + Osin. Perfection of all faithfulness and love!
up; Alm. Indeed I would-Nay, I would tell thee When with astonishment I saw Almeria. all,
Osm. I saw her too, and therefore saw not If I could speak; how I have mourned and thee. prayed :
Alm. Nor I; nor could I, for my eyes were For I have prayed to thee, as to a saint;
yours. And thou hast heard my prayer; for thou art Osm. What means the bounty of all-gracious
Ileaven, To my distress, to my despair, which Ileaven That persevering still, with open hand, Could only, by restoring thee, have cured. It scatters good, as in a waste of mercy! Osm. Grant me but life, good Heaven, but Where will this end? But Heaven is infinite length of days,
In all, and can continue to bestow, To pay some part, some little of this debt, When scanty number shall be spent in telling. This countless sum of tenderness and love,
Leon. Or I am deceived, or I beheld the For which I stand engaged to this all-excellence : glimpse Then bear me in a whirlwind to my fate, Of two in shining habits cross the aisle; Snatch me from life, and cut me short unwarned: Who by their pointing, seem to mark this place. Then, then, 'twill be enough-I shall be old, Alm. Sure I have dreamt, if we must part so I shall have passed all æras then Of yet unmeasured time; when I have made Osm. I wish at least our parting were a dream, This exquisite, this most amazing goodness, Or we could sleep 'till we again were met. Some recompence of love and matchless truth. Heli. Zara and Selim, sir, I saw and know
Alm. 'Tis more than recompence to see thy face : If heaven is greater joy, it is no happiness, You must be quick, for love will lend her wings. For 'tis not to be borne-What shall I say? Alm. What love? Who is she? Why are you I have a thousand things to know and ask,
alarmed? And speak— That thou art here beyond all hope, Osm. She's the reverse of thee; she's my unAll thought; that all at once thou art before me, happiness. And with such suddenness hast hit my sight, Harbour no thought that may disturb thy peace; Is such surprise, such mystery, such extasy, But gently take thyself away, lest she It hurries all my soul, and stuns my sense.
Should come, and sec the straining of my eyes Sure from thy father's tomb thou didst arise? To follow thee. Osm. I did; and thou, my love, didst call me; Retire, my love, I'll think how we may meet thou.
To part no more; my friend will tell thee all; Alm. True; but how cam'st thou there? Wert How I escaped, how I am here, and thus ; thou alone?
How I am not called Alphonso now, but Osmyn; Osm. I was, and lying on my father's lead, And he Heli. All, all he will unfold, When broken echoes of a distant voice
Ere next we meetDisturbed the sacred silence of the vault,
Alm. Sure we shall meet again In murmurs round my head. I rose and lis- Osm. We shall; we part not but to meet again. tened,
Gladness and warmth of ever-kindling love And thought I heard thy spirit call Alphonso; Dwell with thee, and revive thy heart in absence. I thought I saw thee too; but, Oh, I thought not
(Ereunt Alm. Leon. and Heli. That I indeed should be so blest to see thee- Yet I behold her-yet-and now no more. Alm. But still, how cam'st thou thither? How Turn your lights inward, eyes, and view my thus ?-Ha!
thoughts, What is he, who, like thyself, is started here So shall you still behold her—'twill not be. Ere seen?
Oh, impotence of sight! Mechanic sense! Osm. Where? Ha! What do I see, Antonio ! Which to exterior objects ow'st thy faculty, I am fortunate indeed--
my friend, too, safe! Not seeing of election, but necessity. Heli
. Most happily, in finding you thus blessed. Thus do our eyes, as do all common mirrors, Alm. More miracles ! Antonio escaped ! Successively reflect succeeding images : Osm. And twice escaped; both from the rage Not what they would, but must; a star, or toad;
Just as the hand of chance administers. And war: for in the fight I saw him fall. Not so the mind, whose undetermined view
Heli. But fell unhurt, a prisoner as yourself, Resolves, and to the present adds the past :
Essaying farther to futurity;
Even then. Kneeling on earth, I loosed my hair, But that in vain. I have Almeria here
And with it dried thy watery cheeks, then chafed At once, as I before have seen her often- Thy temples, till reviving blood arose,
And, like the morn, verinilioned o'er thy face. Enter Zara and Selim.
Oh, heaven ! how did my heart rejoice and ache, Zara. See where he stands, folded and fixed to When I beheld the day-break of thy eyes, earth,
And felt the balm of thy respiring lips! Stiff’ning in thought, a statue among statues. Osm. Oh, call not to my mind what
have Why, cruel Osmyn, dost thou fly me thus?
done; Is it well done? Is this then the return
It sets a debt of that account before me, » For fame, for honour, and for empire lost? Which shews me poor and bankrupt even in But what is loss of honour, fame, and empire?
hopes. Is this the recompence reserved for love?
Zara. The faithful Selim, and my women, know Why dost thou leave my eyes, and fly my arins, The danger which I tempted to conceal you. To find this place of horror and obscurity ? You know how I abused the credulous king; Am I more loathsome to thee than the grave, What arts I used to make you pass on him, That thou dost seek to shield thee there, and shun When he received you as the prince of Fez; My love? But to the grave I'll follow thee- And, as my kinsman, honoured and advanced you. He looks not, minds not, hears not! barbarous man! Oh! why do I relate what I have done? Am I neglected thus? Am I despised !
What did I not? Was it not for
this Not heard ! Ungrateful Osymn!
Commenced? Not knowing who you were, nor Osm. Ha, 'tis Zara !
why Zura. Yes, traitor; Zara, lost, abandoned Zara, You hated Manuel, I urged my husband Is a regardless suppliant now, to Osmyn. To this invasion; where he late was lost, The slave, the wretch that she redeemed from Where all is lost, and I am made a slave. death,
Look on me now, from empire fallen to slavery; Disdains to listen now, or look on Zara.
Think on my sufferings first, then look on me; Osm. Far be the guilt of such reproaches from Think on the cause of all, then view thyself: me;
Reflect on Osmyn, and then look on Zara, Lost in myself, and blinded by my thoughts, The fallen, the lost, and now the captive Zara, I saw you not till now.
And now abandoned- Say, what then is Os Zara. Now then you see me
myn? But with such dumb and thankless cyes you look, Osm. A fatal wretch--A huge, stupendous ruin, Better I was unseen, than seen thus coldly. That tumbling on its prop, crushed all beneath, Osm. What would you from a wretch who And bore contiguous palaces to earth. came to mourn,
Zara. Yet thus, thus fallen, levelled with the And only for his sorrows chose this solitude?
for what are riches, empire, power, Zara. Inhuman! Why, why dost thou rack me But larger means to gratify the will? thus?
The steps on which we tread, to rise and reach And, with perverseness, from the purpose an- Our wish; and that obtained, down with the scafswer?
folding What is it to me, this house of misery?
Of sceptres, crowns, and thrones; they've served What joy do I require? if thou dost inourn,
their end, I come to mourn with thee, to share thy griefs,
like lumber, to be left and scorned. And give thee, for them, in exchange, my love. Osm. Why was I made the instrument, to throw Osm. Oh, that's the greatest grief-I am so In bonds the frame of this exalted mind? poor,
Zura. We may be free; the conqueror is mine; I have not wherewithal to give again.
In chains unscen I hold him by the heart, Zara. Thou hast a heart, though it is a savage And can unwind or strain him as I please. one
Give me thy love, I'll give thee liberty. Give it me, as it is; I ask no more
Osm. In vain you offer, and in vain require, For all I've done, and all I have endured: What neither can bestow. Set free yourself, For saving thee, when I beheld thee first, And leave a slave the wretch that would be so. Driven by the tide upon my country's coast, Zara. Thou canst not mean so poorly as thou Pale and expiring, drenched in briny waves,
talkest. Thou and thy friend, 'till my compassion found Osm. Alas! You know me not. thee;
Zara. Not who thou art : Compassion! scarce willit own that name, so soon, But what this last ingratitude declares, So quickly, was it love; for thou wert godlike Thisgrovelling baseness-Thou sayest true, I know
Thee not; for what thou art yet wants a name; That Zara must be made thé sport of slaves?
Presume to-day to plead audacious love,
King. Better for him to tempt the rage of To love above him; for 'tis dangerous.
Heaven, 'Tis that, I know; for thou dost look, with eyes And wrench the bolt red-hissing from the hand Sparkling desire, and trembling to possess. Of him that thunders, than but to think that inI know my charms have reached thy very soul,
solence. And thrilled thee through with darted fires; but 'Tis daring for a god. Hence to the wheel thou
With that Ixion, who aspires to hold Dost fear so much, thou darest not wish. The Divinity embraced; to whips and prisons king!
Drag him with speed, and rid me of his face. There, there's the dreadful sound ! the king's thy
[Guards seize Osmyn, and exeunt. rival !
Zara. Compassion led me to bemoan his state, Sel. Madam, the king is here, and entering now. Whose former faith had merited much more : Zura. As I could wish; by Heaven I'll be re- And, through my hopes in you, I undertook venged.
He should be set at large! thence sprung his in
solence, Enter the King, Perez, and Attendants.
And what was charity, he construed love.
And spread, like roses to the morning sun:
And love shall wing the tedious wasting dav. King. How? better than my hopes? Does Lite, without love, is load; and time stands still: she accuse him?
[ Aside. What we refuse to him, to death we give; Zara. Am I become so low by my captivity, And then, then only, when we love, we live. And do your arms so lessen what they conquer,
SCENE I.--A Prison:
'Tis wanting what should follow-Heaven should
follow, Osmyn with a Paper.
But 'tis torn off-Why should that word alone Osm. But now, and I was closed within the Be torn from this petition? 'Twas to Heaven, tomb,
But Heaven was deaf, Heaven heard him not; That holds my father's ashes; and but now,
but thus, Where he was prisoner, I too am imprisoned. Thus as the name of Heaven from this is torn, Sure 'tis the hand of Heaven that leads me thus, So did it tear the ears of mercy from And for some purpose points out these reinem- His voice, shutting the gates of prayer against brances.
bim. In a dark corner of my cell I found
If piety be thus debarred access This paper; what it is this light will shew : On high, and of good men the very best • If my Alphonso' - -Ha!
[Reading. Is singled out to bleed, and bear the scourge,
Precedes the will to think, and error lives
turns, 'Tears from my hoary and devoted head, Fooling the follower, betwixt shade and shining. • Be doubled in shv mercies to my son:
What noise! Who's there? My friend? llow Not for myselí, bút bin, hear me, all-gracious'- camest thou hither?
Can beat and futter in my cage, when I
Would soar and stoop at victory beneath. Heli. The time's too precious to be spent in Heli. Abate this ardour, sir, or we are lost; telling.
And think on what we may reduce to practice. The captain, influenced by Almeria's power,
Zara, the cause of your restraint, may Gave order to the guards for my admittance. The means of liberty restored. That gained,
Osm. How does Almeria ? But I know she is Occasion will not fail to point out ways As I am. Tell me, may I hope to see her? For your escape.
Mean time, I have thought Heli. You may. Anon, at midnight, when the already king
With speed and safety to convey myself, Is gone to rest, and Garcia is retired,
Where, not far off, some malcontents hold counWho takes the privilege to visit late,
cil Presuming on a bridegroom's right, she'll come. Nightly, who hate this tyrant; some, who love Osm. She'll come; 'tis what I wish, yet what Anselmo's memory, and will, for certain, I fear.
When they shall know you live, assist your cause. She'll come; but whither, and to whom? Oh, Osın. My friend and counsellor, as thou think'st Heaven!
fit, To a vile prison, and a captived wretch; So do. I will, with patience, wait my fortune. To one, whom, had she never known, she had Heli. When Zara comes, abate of your averBeen happy. Why, why was that heavenly crea
Osm. I hate her not, nor can dissemble love : Abandoned o'er to love what Heaven forsakes? But as I may I'll do. I have a paper Why does she follow, with unwearied steps, Which I would shew thee, friend, but that the One, who has tired misfortune with pursuing?
sight One driven about the world, like blasted leaves Would hold thee here, and clog thy expedition. And chaff, the sport of adverse winds; 'till late, Within I found it, by my father's hand At length imprisoned in some cleft of rock, 'Twas writ; a prayer for me, wherein appears On earth it rests, and rots to silent dust? Paternal love, prevailing o'er his sorrows; Heli. Have hopes, and hear the voice of better Such sanctity, such tenderness, so mixed fate.
With grief, as would draw tears from inhuI have learned there are disorders ripe for mutiny manity. Among the troops, who thought to share the Heli. The care of Providence sure left it there, plunder,
To arm your mind with hope. Such piety Which Manuel to his own use and avarice Was never heard in vain. Heaven has in store Converts. This news has reached Valentia's For you those blessings it withheld from him. frontiers,
In that assurance live; which time, I hope,
[Erit Heli. Osm. By Heaven thou hast roused me from I have been to blame, and questioned, with immy lethargy!
piety, The spirit which was deaf to my own wrongs, The care of Heaven. Not so my father bore And the loud cries of my dead father's blood, More anxious grief. This should have better Deaf to revenge—nay, which refused to hear
taught me; The piercing sighs and murmurs of my love This lesson, in some hour of inspiration Yet unenjoyed; what not Almeria could By him set down, when his pure thoughts were Revive or raise, my people's voice has wakened. borne,
Heli. Our posture of affairs, and scanty time, Like fumes of sacred incense, o'er the clouds, My lord, require you should compose yourself. And wafted thence, on angels' wings, through Osm. Oh, my Antonio ! I am all on fire;
ways My soul is up in arms, ready to charge
Of light, to the bright source of all. For there
I'll treasure as more worth than diadems,
Enter Zara, veiled.
Osm. What brightness breaks upon me thus, Off, slavery. Oh, curse! that I alone
through shades, VOL. I.