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Ant. What manner of woman is she? Does call their churches by the natural name of meetshe not want two of the four elements ? has she ing-houses. Therefore I warn thee in good time, any thing about her but air and fire ?

not more of devotion than needs must, good fuSero. Truly, she flies about the room, as if she ture spouse, and always in a veil; for those eyes had wings instead of legs; I believe she's just of thine are damn'd enemies to mortification. turning into a bird : a house-bird, I warrant her, Mor. The best thing I have heard of Christenand so hasty to fly to you, that, rather than fail dom is, that we women are allow'd the privilege of entrance, she would come tumbling down the of having souls; and, I assure you, I shall make chimney, like a swallow.

bold to bestow mine upon some lover, whenever Enter MORAYMA.

you begin to go astray, and, if I find no conveni

ence in a church, a private chamber will serve Ant. (Running to her and embracing her.) the turn. Look if she be not here already: what, no denial, Ant. When that day comes, I must take my it seems, will serve your turn? why! thou little revenge, and turn gardener again : for I find I am dun, is thy debt so pressing?

much given to planting. Mor. Little devil if you please: your lease is Mor. But take heed, in the mean time, that out, good Mr Conjurer; and I am come to fetch some young Antonio does not spring up in your you, soul and body; not an hour of lewdness own family, as false as his father, though of anolonger in this world for you.

ther man's planting. Ant. Where the devil hast thou been? and how the devil didst thou find me here?

Re-enter DORAX, with SEBASTIAN and Al. Mor. I follow'd you into the castle-yard: but

MEYDA; SEBASTIAN enters speaking to Do there was nothing but tumult and confusion :

RAX, while in the mean time ANTONIO presents and I was bodily afraid of being pick'd up by

MORAYMA to ALMEYDA. some of the rabble: considering i had a double- Scb. How fares our royal prisoner, Muley Zeycharge about me- my jewels and my maiden

dan? head,

Dor. Dispos’d to grant whatever I desire, Ant. Both of 'em intended for my worship’s To gain a crown and freedom: well I know him, sole use and property.

Of easy temper, naturally good,
Mor. And what was poor little I among'em all? And faithful to his word.
Ant. Not a mouthful a piece: 'twas too much Seb. Yet one thing wants
odds in conscience.

To fill the measure of my happiness : Mor. So seeking for shelter, I naturally ran to I'm still in pain for poor Alvarez' life. the old place of assignation, the garden-house ; Dor. Release that fear; the good old man is where, for want of instinct, you did not follow me.

safe : Ant. Well, for thy comfort, I have secur'd thy I paid his ransom, father; and I hope thou hast secur'd his effects And have already order'd his attendance. for us.

Seb. O bid bim enter, for I long to see him. Mor. Yes, truly,l.had the prudent foresight to consider that, when we grow old, and weary of Enter Alvarez with a Servant, who departs solacing one another, we might have, at least,

when ALVAREZ is entered. wherewithal to make merry with the

world; and Alo. (Falling down and embracing the king's take up with a worse pleasure of eating and knees.] Now by my soul, and by these hoary drinking, when we were disabled for a better.

hairs, Ant. Thy fortune will be e'en too good for I am so o'erwhelm'd with pleasure, that I feel thee: for thou art going into the country of se- A latter spring within my with’ring limbs, renades and gallantries; where the street will That shoots me out again. be haunted every night with thy foolish lovers Seb. (Raising him.) Thou good old man ! and my rivals ; who will be sighing and singing Thou hast deceiv'd me into morc, more joys, under thy inexorable windows, lamentable ditties, who stood brimful before. and call thee cruel, and goddess, and moon, and Alr. O, my dear child ! stars, and all the poetical names of wicked rhyme: (I love thee so, I cannot call thee king,) while thou and I are minding our business, and Whom I so oft have dandled in these arms! jogging on, and laughing at 'em at leisure mi- What, when I gave thee lost to find thee living! nutes, which will be very few, take that by way | 'Tis like a father, who himself had scap'd of threatening.

A falling house, and, after anxious search, Mor, I am afraid you are not very valiant, Hears from afar his only son within, that you huff so much before-hand: but, they say, And digs through rubbish, till he drags him out your churches are fine places for love-devotion: To see the friendly light. many a she-saint is there worshipp'd.

Such is my haste, so trembling is my joy, Ant. Temples are there, as they are in all To draw thee forth from underneath thy fate. other countries, good conveniences for dumb in- Seb. The tempest is o'erblown; the skies are terviews: I hear the protestants an't much re

clear, form'd in that point neither; for their sectaries and the sea charm’d into a calm so still,


That not a wrinkle ruffles her smooth face.

lv. And to themselves, Alo. Just such she shows before a rising storm : Th greatest curse that can be were to join. And therefore am I come, with timely speed, Seb. Did I not love thee past a change to hate, To warn you into port.

That word had been thy ruin; but no more, Alm. My soul forebodes

[ Aside. I charge thee on thy life, perverse old man ! Some dire event involv'd in those dark words, Alv. Know, sir, I would be silent if I durst: And just disclosing, in a birth of fate.

But, if on shipboard I should see my friend
Alr. Is there not yet an heir of this vast empire, Grown frantic in a raging calenture,
Who still survives, of Muley-Moluch’s branch? And he, imagining vain flowery fields,

Dor. Yes, such an one there is, a captive here, would headlong plunge himself into the deep, And brother to the dead.

Should I not hold him from that mad attempt, Ald. The powers above

Till his sick fancy were by reason cur'd ? Be prais'd for that! My prayers for my good master Scb. I pardon thee th' effects of doting age; I hope are heard.

Vain doubts, and idle cares, and over-caution; Seb. Thou hast a right in heav'n ;

The second nonage of a soul, more wise;
But why these prayers for me?

But now decay'd, and sunk into the socket,
Alv. A door is open yet for your deliv’rance. Peeping by fits, and giving feeble light.
Now you, my countrymen, and you, Almeyda, Alv. Have you forgot ?
Now all of us, and you (my all in one)

Seb. Thou mean'st my father's will,
May yet be happy in that captive's life.

In bar of marriage to Almeyda's bed: Seb. We have him here an honourable hostage Thou seest my faculties are still entire, For terms of peace : what more he can contribute Tho' thine are much impair’d; I weigh'd that will, To make me blest, I know not.

And found 'twas grounded on our diff'rent faiths; Alv. Vastly more:

But, had he lived to see her happy change, Almeyda may be settled in the throne,

He would have cancell'd that harsh interdict, And you review your native clime with fame : And join'd our hands himself. A firm alliance, and eternal peace,

Aio. Still had he lived and seen this change, (The glorious crown of honourable war,) He still had been the same. Are all included in that prince's life:

Seb. I have a dark remembrance of my father; Let this fair queen be giv’n to Muley-Zeydan, His reasonings and his actions both were just; And make her love the sanction of your league. And, granting that, he must have chang’d his

Seb. No more of that : his life's in my dispose, And pris'ners are not to insist on terins ;

Alv. Yes, he was just and therefore could not Or, if they were, yet he demands not these.

change. Alv. You should exact 'em.

Seb. 'Tis a base wrong thou offer'st to the dead. Alm. Better may be made ;

Alr. Now, heav'n forbid,
These cannot : I abhor the tyrant's race; That I should blast his pious memory !
My parents' murderers, my throne's usurpers. No, I am tender of his holy fame;
But, at one blow, to cut off all dispute,

For, dying, he bequeath'd it to my charge.
Know this, thou busy, old, officious man, Believe I am, and seek to know no more,
I am a Christian; now be wise no more; But pay a blind obedience to his will ;
Or, if thou would'st be still thought wise, be silent. For, to preserve his fame, I would be silent.
Alo. O! I perceive you think your

interest Seb, Craz’d fool, who would'st be thought an touch'd;

oracle, 'Tis what before the battle I observ'd :

Come down from off thy tripos, and speak plain! But I must speak, and will.

My father shall be justified, he shall : Seb. I prithee, peace;

'Tis a son's part to rise in his defence, Perhaps she thinks they are too near of blood. And to confound thy malice, or thy dotage.

Alr. I wish she may not wed to blood more near. Alv. It does not grieve me that you hold me
Seb. What if I make her mine?

Alo. Now heav'n forbid !

But, to be clear'd at my dead master's cost,
Seb. Wish rather heav'n may grant:

O there's the wound! but let me first adjure you,
For, if I could deserve, I have desery'd her: By all you owe that dear departed soul,
My toils, my hazards, and my subjects' lives, No more to think of marriage with Almeyda.
(Provided she consent) may claim her love; Seb. Not heav'n and earth combin'd can hin-
And, that once granted, I appeal to these,

der it. If better I could chuse a beauteous bride.

Alv. Then, witness heav'n and earth, how Ant. The fairest of her sex.

loth I am Mor. The pride of nature.

To say, you must not, nay, you cannot wed. Dor. He only merits her, she only him; And since not only a dead father's fame, So pair'd, so suited in their minds and persons, But more, a lady's honour must be touch'd, That they were fram’d the tallies for each other. Which, nice as ermines, will not bear a soil, If any alien love had interpos’d,

Let all retire, that you alone may hear It must have been an eye-sore io beholders, What ev’n in whispers I would tell your ear. And to themselves a curse.

[All are going out. 7

Alm. Not one of you depart; I charge you stay! Alm. Thou liest, impostor! perjur'd fiend, thou And, were my voice a trumpet loud as tame,

liest! To reach the round of heav'n, and earth, and sea, Seb. Was't not enough to brand my father's All nations should be summon’d to this place,

fame, So little do I fear that fellow's charge:

But thou must load a lady's memory? So should my honour, like a rising swan, O infamous and base beyond repair! Brush with her wings the falling drops away, And to what end this ill-concerted lie, And proudly plough the waves.

Which, palpable and gross, yet granted true, Seb. This noble pride becomes thy innocence: It bars not my inviolable vows. And I dare trust my father's inemory;

Alv. Take heed, and double not your father's To stand the charge of that foul forging tongue.

crimes; Alv. It will be soon discover'd it I forge: To his adultery do not add your incest. Have you not heard your father in his youth, Know, she is the product of unlawful love; When newly married, travell’d into Spain, And ’tis your carnal sister you would wed. And made a long abode in Philip's court? Seb. Thou shalt not say thou wert condemn'd Seb. Why so remote a question, which thyself

unheard, Can answer to thyself, for thou wert with hiin, Else, by my soul, this moment were thy last. His favourite, as I oft have heard thec boast, Alm. But think not oaths shall justify thy And nearest to his soul ?

charge, Alr. Too near indeed; forgive me, gracious Nor imprecations on thy cursed head ; heaven,

For who dares lie to heaven, thinks heaven a jest. That ever I should boast I was so near,

Thou hast confess'd thyself the conscious pander The confidant of all his young amours ! Of that pretended passion : [To Aưm.) And have not you, unhappy beauty, A single witness, infamously known, heard,

Against two persons of unquestion'd fame. Have you not often heard, your exild parents Alv. What interest can I have, or what des Were refug’d in that court, and at that time?

light, Alm. 'l'is true: and often since, my mother To blaze their shame, or to divulge my own ? own'd

If prov'd you hate me, if unprov'd, condemn. How kind that prince was to espouse her cause; Not racks or tortures could have forc'd this She counsell’d, nay enjoin’d me on her blessing,

secret, To seek the sanctuary of your court :

But too much care, to save you from a crime Which

gave me first encouragement to come, Which would have sunk you both. For, let me say, And, with my brother, beg Sebastian's aid. Almeyda's beauty well deserves your love. Seb. [To Alm.] Thou help’st me well, to jus- Alm. Out, base impostor, I abhor thy praise ! tify my war:

Dor. It looks not like imposture, but a truth, My dying father swore me, then a boy,

On utmost necd reveal’d. And made me kiss the cross upon his sword, Seb. Did I expect from Dorax this return? Never to sheath it, till that exil'd queen

Is this the love renew'd ? Were by my arms restor’d,

Dor. Sir, I am silent; Alo. And can you find

Pray heav'n my fears prove false. No mystery couch'd in this excess of kindness? Seb. Away! you all combine to make me Were kings e'er known, in this degenerate age,

wretched. So passionately fond of noble acts,

Alv. But hear the story of that fatal love, Where interest shar'd not more than half with Where every circumstance shall prove another; honour ?

And truth so shine, by her own native light, Seb. Base, grovelling soul, who know'st not ho- | That, if a lie were mix’d, it must be seen. nour's worth,

Seb. No; all may still be forg’d, and of a piece. But weigh’st it out in mercenary scales! No; I can credit nothing thou can'st say. The secret pleasure of a generous act,

Alv. One proof remains, and that's your faIs the great mind's great bribe.

ther's hand, Alv. Show me that king, and I'll believe the Firm'd with his signet; both so fully known, phænix.

That plainer evidence can hardly be, But knock at your own breast, and ask your soul Unless his soul would want her heav'n a while, If those fair fatal eyes edg’d not your sword, And come on earth to swear. More than your father's charge, and all your Seb. Produce that writing. vows?

Alv. (To Dor.) Alonzo has it in his custody. If so,—and so your silence grants it is, The same, which, when his nobleness redeem'd Know, king, your father had, like you, a soul;

me, And love is your inheritance from him.

And, in a friendly visit, own'd himself Almeyda's mother too had eyes, like her, For what he is, I then deposited, And not less charming, and were charm’d no less And had his faith to give it to the king. Than your's are now with her, and her's with Dor. (Giving a sealed paper to the King.) you.

Untouch'd, and scal'd as when intrusted with me,

Such I restore it, with a trembling hand, With joints so close, as not to be perceiv’d;
Lest aught within disturb your peace of soul. Yet are they both each other's counterpart.
Seb. (Tearing open the seals.) Draw near, Al- Her part had Juan inscrib'd, and his had Zayila;

meyda; thou art most concern’d, (You know those names are theirs :) and in the For I am most in thee.

midst Alonzo, mark the characters :

A heart divided in two halves was plac'l. Thou know'st my father's hand; observe it weli: Now if the rivets of those rings, inclos’d, And if th' impostor's pen have made one slip, Fit not each other, I have forg'd this lie: That shows it counterfeit, mark that, and save me. But if they join, you must for ever part. Dor. It looks, indeed, too like my master's (SEBASTIAN pulling off his ring; ALMEYDA hand;

does the same, and gives it to ALVAREZ, who So does the signet: more I cannot say,

unscrews both the rings, and fits one half to But wish 'twere not so like.

the other. Seb. Methinks it owns

Seb. Now life, or death! The black adultery, and Almeyda's birth;

Alm. And either thine, or ours.- I'm lost But such a mist of grief comes o'er my eyes,

for ever!

(Swoons. I cannot, or I would not, read it plain.

[The women and MORAYMA take her up and Alm. Heav'n cannot be more true than this is

carry her off. SEBASTIAN here stands afalse,

muzed without motion, his eyes fired upward. Seb. O could'st thou prove it, with the same Seb. Look to the queen my wife ; for I am past assurance !

All pow'r of aid to her or to myself.
Speak, bast thou ever seen my father's hand ? Ålo. His wife, said he? his wife! O fatal sound;
Alm. No; but my mother's honour has been For, had I known it, this unwelcome news

Had never reach'd their ears !
By me, and by the world, in all her acts, So they had still been blest in ignorance,
In characters more plain and legible

And I alone unhappy.
Than this dumb evidence, this blotted lie.

Dor. I knew it, but too late, and durst not Oh that I were a man, as my soul's one,

speak. To prove thee, traitor, an assassinate

Seb. (Starting out of his amazement.) I will Of her fair faine : thus would I tear thee, thus,

not live; no, not a moment more ; (Tearing the paper. I will not add one moment more to incest. And scatter o'er the field thy coward limbs, I'll cut it off, and end a wretched being; Like this foul offspring of thy forging brain. For, should I live, my soul's so little mine, [Scattering the paper.

And so much her's, that I should still enjoy. Alo. Just so shalt thou be torn from all thy Ye cruel powers ! hopes;

Take me as you have made me, miserable ; For know, proud woman, know, in thy despite, You cannot inake me guilty ; 'twas my fate, The most authentic proof is still behind. And you made that, not I. (Draus his sword. Thou wear'st it on thy finger ; 'tis that ring, [ANTONIO and Alv. lay hold on him, and DoWhich, match'd with that on his, shall clear the RAX wrests the sword out of his hand. doubt ;

Ant. For heav'n's sake hold, and recollect 'Tis no dumb forgery: for that shall speak, And sound a rattling peal to either's conscience. Alt. Consider whom you punish, and for what;

Seb. This ring indeed, my father, with a cold Yourself; unjustly: You have charg'd the fault And shaking hand, just in the panys of death, On heav'n, that best may bear it. Put on my finger, with a parting sigh,

Though incest is indeed a deadly crime, And would have spoke; but faulter'd in his speech, You are not guilty, since unknown 'twas done, With undistinguish'd sounds.

And, known, had been abhorr'd. Alo. I know it well,

Seb. By heav'n ye're traitors all, that hold my For I was present: Now, Almeyda, speak,

hands. And truly tell us, how you came by yours? If death be but cessation of our thought, Alm. My mother, when I parted from her Then let me die, for I would think no more. sight,

I'll boast my innocence above, To go to Portugal, bequeath'd it to me, And let 'em see a soul they could not sully: Presaging she should never see me more : I shall be there before my father's ghost; She puli'd it from her finger, shed some tears, That yet inust languish long, in frosts and fires, Kiss'd it, and told me 'twas a pledge of love, For making me unhappy by his crime : And hid a mystery of great importance

(Struggling again.) Stand off, and let me take Relating to my fortunes.

my fill of death; Aln. Mark me now,

For I can hold my breath in your despite, While I disclose that fatal mystery.

And swell my heaving soul out, when I please. Those rings, when you were born, and thought Alc. Heav'n comfort you! another's,

Seb. What! art thou giving comfort ? Your parents, glowing yet in sinful love, Wouldst thou give comfort, who hast given deBid me bespeak: a curious artist wrought 'em,

your mind.



Thou seest Alonzo silent; he's a man; Shake heav’n’s eternal pavement with their trem. He knows that men, abandon’d of their hopes,

bling, Should ask no leave, nor stay for suing out To view that act, would you but barely die? A tedious writ of ease, from ling’ring heav'n, But stretch your limbs, and turn on t'other side, But help themselves as timely as they could, To lengthen out a black voluptuous slumber, And teach the fates their duty.

And dream you had your sister in your arms? Dor. (To Alv. and Ant.] Let him go :

Seb. To expiate this, can I do more than die? He is our king, and he shall be obey'd.

Dor. O yes: you must do more; you must Alv. What, to destroy himself! O parricide!

be damn'd, Dor. Be not injurious in your foolish zeal, You must be damn'd to all eternity; But leave him free; or, by my sword I swear And, sure, self-murder is the readiest way. To hew that arm away, that stops the passage Seb. How, damn'd? To his eternal rest.

Dor. Why, is that news? Ant. (Letting go his hold.] Let him be guilty Alv. 0, horror! horror! of his own death if he pleases : for I'll not be Dor. What, thou a statesman, guilty of mine, by holding him.

And make a business of damnation ? (The king shakes off ALVAREZ. In such a world as this, why 'tis a trade. Alo. (To Dor.) Infernal fiend!

The scriv'ner, usurer, lawyer, shopkeeper, Is this a subject's part ?

And soldier, cannot live, but by damnation. Dor. 'Tis a friend's office.

The politician does it by advance, He has convinc'd me that he ought to die; And gives all gone before-hand. And, rather than he should not, here's my sword Seb. O thou hast giv’n me such a glimpse of To help him on his journey..

hell, Seb. My last, my only friend, how kind art So push'd me forward, even to the brink, thou,

Of that irremeable burning gulph, And how inhuman these !

That looking in th' abyss, I dare not leap. Dor. To make the trifle death, a thing of mo- And now I see what good thou meanst my soul, ment!

And thank thy pious fraud: Thou hast indeed Seb. And not to weigh th' important cause I | Appear’d a devil

, but didst an angel's work. had,

Dor. 'Twas the last remedy, to give you lei. To rid myself of life. Dor. True; for a crime,

For, if you could but think, I knew you safe. So horrid in the face of men and angels,

Seb. I thank thee, my Alonzo: I will live, As wilful incest is!

But never more to Portugal return : Seb. Not wilful neither.

For, to go back and reign, that were to show Dor. Yes, if you liv’d, and with repeated acts Triumphant incest, and pollute the throne. Refresh'd your sin, and loaded crimes with Alo. Since ignorancecrimes,

Seb. O, palliate not my wound! To swell your scores of guilt.

When you have argued all you can, 'tis incest. Seb, True ; if I liv'd.

No, 'tis resolv’d, I charge you plead no more; Dor. I said so, if you liv'd.

I cannot live without Almeyda's sight, eb. For hitherto 'twas fatal ignorance, Nor can I see Almeyda but I sin. And no intended crime.

Heav'n has inspir’d me with a sacred thought, Dor. That you best know;

To live alone to heav'n, and die to her. But the malicious world will judge the worst. Dor. Mean you to turn an anchoret?

Alo. O what a sophister has hell procur’d, Seb. What else? To argue for damnation!

The world was once too narrow for my mind, Dor. Peace, old dotard !

But one poor little nook will serve me now, Mankind, that always judge of kings with malice, To hide me from the rest of human kind. Will think he knew this incest, and pursu'd it. Afric has desarts wide enough to hold His only way to rectify mistakes,

Millions of monsters, and I am, sure, the greatest. And to redeem her honour, is to die.

Alv. You may repent, and wish your crown Seb. Thou hast it right, my dear, my best

too late. Alonzo!

Seb. O never, never: I am past a boy; And that, but petty reparation too ;

A sceptre’s but a play-thing, and a globe But all I have to give.

A bigger bounding stone. He who can leave Dor. Your pardon, sir;

Almeyda, may renounce the rest with ease. You may do more, and ought.

Dor. O truly great! Seb. What, more than death?

A soul fix'd high, and capable of heav'n. Dor. Death? Why that's children's sport: a Old as he is, your uncle cardinal stage-play, death.

Is not so far enamour'd of a cloister, We act it every night we go to bed.

But he will thank you for the crown you leave Death to a man in misery is sleep.

him. Would you, who perpetrated such a crime

Seb. To please him more, let him believe me As frigliten’d nature, made the saints above



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