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And Garcia's well-tried valour, all oblige me. And native right to arbitrary sway,
This day we triumph; but to-morrow's sun, I might be pleased, when I behold this train
Garcia, shall shine to grace thy nuptials- With usual homage wait: but when I feel
Alm. Oh!

(Faints. These bonds, I look with loathing on myself, Gar. She faints! Help to support her. And scorn vile slavery, though doubly hid Gon. She recovers.

Beneath mock praises, and dissembled state. Kiny. A fit of bridal fear. How is't, Almeria? King. Those bonds! 'Twas my cominand you Alm. A sudden chillness seizes on my spirits.

should be free.
Your leave, sir, to retire.

How durst you, Perez, disobey ?
King. Garcia, conduct her.

Per. Great sir,
(Garcia leads ALMERIA to the door, and returns. Your order was she should not wait your triumph,
This idle vow hangs on her woman's fears; But at some distance follow, thus attended.
I'll have a priest shall preach her from her faith, King. 'Tis false; 'twas more; I bid she should
And make it sin, not to renounce that vow

be free;
Which I'd have broken.— Now, what would If not in words, I bid it by my eyes.
Alonzo ?

Her eyes did more than bid—Free her and her's,

With speed, yet stay—my hands alone can make
Enter ALONZO.

Fit restitution here. Thus I release you,
Alon. Your beauteous captive, Zara, is arrived, And, hy releasing you, enslave myself.
And with a train as if she still were wife

Zaru. Such favours, so conferred, though when
To Albucacim, and the Moor had conquered.

unsought,
King. It is our will she should be so attended. Deserve acknowledgment from noble minds.
Bear hence these prisoners. Garcia, which is he, Such thanks as one, hating to be oblige:l,
Of whose mute valour you relate such wonders? Yet hating more ingratitude, can pay,

[Prisoners led off. I offer.
Gar. Osmyn, who led the Moorish horsc; King. Born to excel, and to command !
but he,

As by transcendent beauty to attract
Great sir, at her request, attends on Zara. All eyes; so, by pre-eminence of soul,
King. He is your prisoner; as you please dis- To rule all hearts !-

Garcia, what's he, who, with contracted brow, Gar. I would oblige him, but he shuns my (Beholding Osmyn as they unbind him. kindness;

And sullen port, glooms downward with his eyes, And with a haughty mien, and stern civility, At once regardless of his chains, or liberty? Dumbly declines all offers. If he speak,

Gar. That, sir, is he of whom I spoke; that's 'Tis scarce above a word; as he were born

Osmyn.
Alone to do, and did disdain to talk;

King. He answers well the character you gave
At least to talk where he must not command.

him.
King. Such sullenness, and in a man so brave, Whence comes it, valiant Osmyn, that a man
Must have some other cause than his captivity. So great in arms, as thou art said to be,
Did Zara, then, request he might attend her? So hardly can endure captivity,
Gur. My lord, she did.

The common chance of war?
King. That, joined with his behaviour,

Osm. Because captivity
Begets a doubt. I'd have them watched; per- Has robbed me of a dear and just revenge.
baps

King. I understand not that.
Her chains hang heavier on him than his own.

Osm. I would not have you.

Zara. That gallant Moor in battle lost a friend,
Enter Alonzo, ZARA, and OSMYN bound, con- Whom more thairlife he loved; and the regret,

ducted by Perez and a guard, and attended Of not revenging on his focs that loss,
by SELIM and severul mutes and eunuchs in a Has caused this melancholy and despair.
train.

King. She does excuse him; 'tis as I suspected.
King. What welcome, and what honours,

(To Gon. beauteous Zara,

Gon. That friend might be herself; seem not A king and conqueror can give, are yours.

to heed A conqueror indeed, where you are won; His arrogant reply: she looks concerned. Who with such lustre strike admiring eyes, King. I'll have inquiry made; perhaps his That had our pomp been with your presence

friend graced,

Yet lives, and is a prisoner. His name? The expecting crowd had been deceived; and Zura. Heli.

King. Garcia, that search shall be your care: The monarch enter, not triumphant, but, It shall be nine to pay devotion here; In pleasing triumph led, your beauty's slave. At this fair shrine to lay my laurels down,

Žarn. If I on any termis could condescend And raise love's altar on the spoils of war. To like captivity, or think those honours, Conquest and triumph, now, are mine no more; Which conquerors in courtesy bestow,

Nor will I victory in camps adore : Of equal value with unborrowed rule,

For, lingering there, in long suspence she stands,

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Shifting the prize in unresolving hands; In love the goddess keeps her awful court;
Unused to wait, I broke through her delay, Fickle in fields, unsteadily she flies,
Fixed her by force, and snatched the doubtful But rules with settled sway in Zara's eyes.
day.

(Eseunt. Now late I find that war is but her sport;

ACT II.

strike me,

SCENE I.— Representing the Aisle of a Temple.

Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA.
GARCIA, HELI, PEREZ.

Alm. It was a fancied noise, for all is hushed. Gar. This way, we're told, Osmyn was seen Leon. It bore the accent of a human voice. to walk;

Alm. It was thy fear, or else some transient Chusing this lonely mansion of the dead,

wind To mourn, brave Heli, thy mistaken fate. Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle. Heli. Let Heaven with thunder to the centre We'll listen

Leon. Hark! If to arise in very deed from death,

Alm. No, all is hushed, and still as death—'tis And to revisit, with my long-closed eyes,

dreadful! This living light, could to my soul or sense How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Afford a thought, or shew a glimpse of joy, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, In least proportion to the vast delight

To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof, I feel, to hear of Osmyn's name; to hear By its own weight made stedfast and immoveable, That Osmyn lives, and I again shall see him. Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe Gar. I've heard, with admiration, of your And terror on my aching sight; the tombs friendship.

And monumental caves of death look cold, Per. Yonder, my lord, behold the noble Moor. And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Heli. Where? Where?

Give me thy hand, and let ine hear thy voice; Gar. I saw him not, nor any like him— Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear

Per. I saw him when I spoke, thwarting my view, Thy voice—my own affrights me with its echoes. And striding with distempered haste; his eyes Leon. Let us return; the horror of this place, Seemed flame, and flashed upon me with a glance; And silence, will increase your melancholy: Then forward shot their fires which he pursued, Alm. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. As to some object frightful, yet not feared. No, I will on; shew me Anselmo's tomb, Gar. Let's haste to follow him, and know the Lead me o'er bones and skulls, and mouldering

earth, Heli. My lord, let me entreat you to forbear: Of human bodies ; for I'll mix with them, Leave me alone, to find and cure the cause. Or wind me in the shroud of some pale corpse, I know his melancholy, and such starts

Yet green in earth, rather than be the bride Are usual to his temper. It might raise him Of Garcia's more detested bed: that thought To act some violence upon himself,

Exerts my spirits, and my present fears So to be caught in an unguarded hour,

Are lost in dread of greater ill. Then shew me, And when his soul gives all her passion way, Lead me, for I am bolder grown: lead on Secure and loose in friendly solitude.

Where I may kneel, and pay my vows again, I know his noble heart would burst with shame, To him, to Heaven, and my Alphonso's soul. To be surprised by strangers in its frailty.

Leon. I go; but Heaven can tell with what reGar. Go, generous Heli, and relieve your

gret.

(Ercant. friend. Far be it from me officiously to pry

Enter HELI. Or press upon the privacies of others.

Heli. I wander through this maze of monu (Exit HELI.

ments, Perez, the king expects, from our return, Yet cannot find him—Hark! sure 'tis the voice To have his jealousy confirmed, or cleared, Of one complaining—There it sounds !-I'll folOf that appearing love which Zara bears

low it.

(Exit. To Osmyn; but some other opportunity Must make that plain.

SCENE II.-Opening, discovers a place of Tombs : Per. To me 'twas long since plain,

one Monument, fronting the view, greater than And every look from him and her confirms it. the rest.

Gar. If so, unhappiness attends their love, And I could pity them. I hear some coming.

Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. The friends, perhaps, are met; let us avoid them. Leon. Behold the sacred vault, within whose

(Ereunt.

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The poor remains of good Anselmo rest,

Osm. Where is she!
Yet fresh and unconsumed by time or worms. Let me behold, and touch her, and be sure
What do I see? Oh, Heaven! either my eyes 'Tis she; shew me her face, and let me feel
Are false, or still the marble door remains Her lips with mine—'Tis she, I am not deceived;
Unclosed; the iron gates, that lead to death I taste her breath, I warm her and am warmed.
Beneath, are still wide stretched upon their hinge, Look up, Almeria, bless me with thy eyes;
And staring on us with unfolded leaves ! Look on thy love, thy lover, and thy husband !
Alm. Sure 'tis the friendly yawn of death for Alm. I have sworn I'll not wed Garcia: why
me;

do ye force me?
And that dumb mouth, significant in show, Is this a father?
Invites me to the bed, where I alone

Osm. Look on thy Alphonso.
Shall rest; shews me the grave, where nature, Thy father is not here, my love, nor Garcia:
weary

Nor am I what I seem, but thy Alphonso.
And long oppressed with woes and bending cares, Wilt thou not know me? Hast thou then forgot
May lay the burthen down, and sink in slumbers

me?
Of peace eternal. Death, grim death, will fold Hast thou thy eyes, yet canst not see Alphonso?
Me in his leaden arms, and press me close Am I so altered, or art thou so changed,
To his cold clayey breast: My father, then, That, seeing my disguise, thou seest not me?
Will cease his tyranny; and Garcia, too,

Alm. It is, it is Alphonso ! 'tis his face,
Will fly my pale deformity with loathing. His voice-I know him now, I know him all.
My soul, enlarged from its vile bonds, will mount, Oh, take me to thy arms, and bear me hence,
And range the starry orbs, and milky-ways, Back to the bottom of the boundless deep,
Of that refulgent world, where I shall swim To seas beneath, where thou so long hast dwelt.
In liquid light, and float, on seas of bliss, Oh, how hast thou returned? How hast thou
To niy Alphonso's soul. Oh, joy too great!

charmed
Oh, ecstacy of thought! Help me, Anselmo; The wildness of the waves and rocks to this;
Help me, Alphonso; take me, reach thy hand; That, thus relenting, they have given thee back
To thee, to thee I call; to thee, Alphonso: To earth, to light and lite, to love and me?
Oh, Alphonso !

Osm. Oh, I'll not ask, nor answer, how or why

We both have backward trod the paths of fate, OSMYN ascending from the tomb.

To meet again in life; to know I have thee,
Osm. Who calls that wretched thing that was Is knowing more than any circumstance,
Alphonso ?

Or means, by which I have thee
Alm. Angels, and all the host of heaven, sup- To fold thee thus, to press thy balmy lips,

And gaze upon thy eyes, is so much joy,
Osm. Whence is that voice, whose shrillness, I have not leisure to reflect, or know,
from the grave,

Or trifle time in thinking.
And growing to his father's shroud, roots up Alm. Stay a while--
Alphonso ?

Let me look on thee yet a little more.
Alm. Mercy! Providence! Oh, speak,

Osm. What would'st thou? thou dost put me
Speak to it quickly, quickly; speak to me,

from thee.
Comfort me, help me, hold me, hide me, hide me,

Alm. Yes.
Leonora, in thy bosom, from the light,

Osm. And why? What dost thou mean? Why
And from my eyes !

dost thou gaze so? Osm. Amazement and illusion!

Alm. I know not; 'tis to see thy face, I Rivet and nail me where I stand, ye powers,

think

(Coming forward. It is too much! too much to bear and live!
That, motionless, I may be still deceived ! To see thee thus again is such profusion
Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve Of joy, of bliss—I cannot bear I must
That tender, lovely form of painted air,

Be mad—I cannot be transported thus.
So like Almeria. "Ha! it sinks, it falls;

Osm. Thou excellence, thou joy, thou heaven
I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade!

of love!
'Tis life! 'tis warm! 'tis she, 'tis she herself ! Alm. Where hast thou been? and how art
Nor dead, nor shade, but breathing and alive!

thou alive?
It is Almeria, it is my
wife!

How is all this ? All-powerful Heaven, what are

we?
Enter Heli.

Oh, my strained heart--let me again behold thee,
Leon. Alas! she stirs not yet, nor lifts her eyes; For I weep to see thee-Art thou not paler?
He, too, is fainting--Help me, help me, stran- Much, much; how thou art changed !
ger,

Osm. Not in my love.
Whoc'er thou art, and lend thy hand to raise Alm. No, no! 'thy griefs, I know, have done
These bodies.

this to thee.
Hel. Ha! 'tis he! and with Almeria! Thou hast wept much, Alphonso; and, I fear,
Oh, miracle of happiness! Oh, joy

Too much, too tenderly, lamented me.
Unhoped for! Does Almeria live?

Osint. Wrong not my love, to say tuo tendeir.

port me!

vours.

come

soon.

No more, my life; talk not of tears or grief; Osm. And twice escaped; both from the rage Aliction is no more, now thou art found.

of seas Why dost thou weep, and hold thee from my And war: for in the fight I saw him fall. arms,

Heli. But fell unhurt, a prisoner as yourself, My arms which ache to hold thee fast, and grow And as yourself made free; hither I came, To thee with twining? Come, come to my heart! Impatiently to seek you, where I knew

Alm. I will, for I should never look enough. Your grief would lead you to lament Anselmo. They would have married me; but I had sworn Osm. There are no wonders; or else all is To Heaven and thee, and sooner would have

wonder. died

Heli. I saw you on the ground, and raised you Osm. 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 ; And thou hast heard my prayer; for thou art Osm. What means the bounty of all-gracious

Heaven, To my distress, to my despair, which Heaven 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 un- Who, by their pointing, seem to mark this place. warned :

Alm. Sure I have dreamt, if we must part so Then, then, 'twill be enough-I shall be old, I shall have passed all æras then

Osm. I wish at least our parting were a dream, Of yet unmeasured time; when I have made Or we could sleep 'till we again were met. This exquisite, this most amazing goodness, Heli. Zara and Selim, sir, I saw and know Some recompence of love and matchless truth.

them : Alm. 'Tis more than recompence to see thy You must be quick, for love will lend her wings. face:

Alm. What love? Who is she? Why are you If Heaven is greater joy, it is no happiness,

alarmed? For 'tis not to be borne-What shall I say? Osm. She's the reverse of thee; she's my ubI have a thousand things to know and ask,

happiness. And speak—That thou art here beyond all hope, Harbour no thought that may disturb thy peace; All thought; and all at once thou art before me, But gently take thyself away, lest she And with such suddenness hast hit my sight, Should come, and see the straining of my eyes Is such surprise, such mystery, such extasy, To follow thee. It hurries all my soul, and stuns my sense. Retire, my love, I'll think how we may meet Sure from thy father's tomb thou didst arise ?

To part no more; my friend will tell thee all; Osm. I did; and thou, my love, didst call me; How I escaped, how I am here, and thus; thou.

How I am not called Alphonso now, but Osmyn; Alm. True; but how cam’st thou there? Wert And he Heli. All, all he will unfold, thou alone?

Ere next we meet--
Osm. I was, and lying on my father's lead, Alm. Sure we shall meet again-
When broken echoes of a distant voice

Osm. We shall; we part not but to meet Disturbed the sacred silence of the vault,

again. In murmurs round my head. I rose and lis- Gladness and warmth of ever-kindling love tened,

Dwell with thee, and revive thy heart in absence! And thought I heard thy spirit call Alphonso;

(Ereunt Alm. Leon, and HELI. I thought I saw thee too; but, Oh, I thought Yet I behold her-yet-and now no more.

Turn your lights inward, eyes, and view my That I indeed should be so blest to see thee

thoughts, Alm. But still, how cam’st thou thither? How So shall you still behold her-'twill not be. thus? -Ha!

Oh, impotence of sight! Mechanic sense! What's he, who, like thyself, is started here Which to exterior objects ow'st thy faculty, Ere seen?

Not seeing of election, but necessity. Osm. Where? Ha! What do I see, Antonio! Thus do our eyes, as do all common mirrors, I am fortunate indeed—my friend, too, safe! Successively reflect succeeding images :

Heli. Most happily, in finding you thus blessed. Not what they would, but must; a star, or Alm. More miracles! Antonio escaped !

toad;

not

Just as the hand of chance administers. Compassion! scarce will it own that name, so Not so the mind, whose undetermined view

soon, Resolves, and to the present adds the past, So quickly, was it love ; for thou wert godlike 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, vermillioned o'er thy face. Enter ZARA and SELIM.

Oh, Heaven! how did my heart rejoice and ache, Zura. See where he stands, folded and fixed When I beheld the day-break of thy eyes, to earth,

And felt the balm of thy respiring lips! Stiff'ning in thought, a statue among statues ! - Osm. Oli, call not to my mind what you 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, Why dost thou leave my eyes, and fly my arms,

know To find this place of horror and obscurity? The danger which I tempted to conceal you. Am I more loathsome to thee than the grave, You know how I abused the credulous king; That thou dost seek to shield thee there, and What arts I used to make you pass on him, 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 Oh! why do I relate what I have done? man !

What did I not ? Was't not for you this war Am I neglected thus ! Am I despised !

Commenced? Not knowing who you were, nor Not heard! Ungrateful Osmyn!

why Osm. Ha, 'tis Zara !

You hated Manuel, I urged my husband Zara. Yes, traitor; Zara, lost, abandoned Zara, To this invasion; where he late was lost, Is a regardless suppliant now, to Osmyn.

Where all is lost, and I am made a slave. The slave, the wretch that she redeemed from Look on me now; from empire fallen to slavery; death,

Think on my sufferings first, then look on me; Disclains to listen now, or look on Zara.

Think on the cause of all, then view thyself: Osm. Far be the guilt of such reproaches from Reflect on Osmyn, and then look on Zara, me;

The fallen, the lost, and now the captive Zara, Lost in myself, and blinded by my thoughts, And now abandoned—Say, what then is OsI saw you not till now.

myn? Zara. Now then you see me

Osm. A fatal wretch-A huge, stupendous ruin, But with such dumb and thankless eyes you look, That, tumbling on its prop, crushed all beneath, Better I was unseen, than seen thus coldly. And bore contiguous palaces to earth. Osm. What would you from a wretch who Zara. Yet thus, thus fallen, thus levelled with came to mourn,

the vilest, And only for his sorrows chose this solitude ? If I have gained thy love, 'tis glorious ruin; Look round; joy is not here, nor cheerfulness. Ruin ! 'tis still to reign, and to be more You have pursued misfortune to its dwelling, A queen; for what are riches, empire, power, Yet look for gaiety and gladness there.

But larger means to gratify the will? Zara. Inhuman! Why, why dost thou rack me The steps on which we tread, to rise and reach thus,

Our wish; and that obtained, down with the And, with perverseness, from the purpose an- scaffolding swer?

Of sceptres, crowns, and thrones; they've serv'd What is it to me, this house of misery?

their end, What joy do I require? if thou dost mourn,

like lumber, to be left and scorned. I come to mourn with thee, to share thy griefs, Osm. Why was I made the instrument, to throw And give thee, for them, in exchange, my love. In bonds the frame of this exalted mind! Osin. Oh! that's the greatest grief-I am so Zura. We may be free; the conqueror is mine; poor,

In chains unseen I hold himn by the heart, I have not wherewithal to give again.

And can unwind or strain him as I please. Zara. Thou hast a heart, though 'tis a savage Give me thy love, I'll give thee liberty. one

Osm. In vain you ofter, and in vain require, Give it me as it is; I ask no more

What neither can bestow. Set free yourself, For all I've done, and all I have endured: And leave a slave the wretch that would be so.. For saving thee, when I beheld thee first,

Zara. Thou canst not mean so poorly as thou Driven by the tide upon my country's coast,

talk'st. Pale and expiring, drenched in briny waves,

Osm, Alas! You know me not. Thou and thy friend, 'till my compassion found Zura. Not who thou art : thee;

But what this last ingratitude declares,

And are,

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