Alon. Your beauteous captive, Zara, is arrived, And with a train as if she still were wife To Albucacim, and the Moor had conquered. King. It is our will she should be so attended. Bear hence these prisoners. Garcia, which is he, Of whose mute valour you relate such wonders? [Prisoners led off. Gar. Osmyn, who led the Moorish horse; but he, Great sir, at her request, attends on Zara. King. He is your prisoner; as you please dispose him. Gar. I would oblige him, but he shuns my And with a haughty mien, and stern civility, King, That, joined with his behaviour, Begets a doubt. I'd have them watched; perbaps Her chains hang heavier on him than his own. Enter ALONZO, ZARA, and OSMYN bound, conducted by PEREZ and a guard, and attended by SELIM and severul mutes and eunuchs in a train. King. What welcome, and what honours, A king and conqueror can give, are yours. The expecting crowd had been deceived; and seen The monarch enter, not triumphant, but, Per. Great sir, Your order was she should not wait your triumph, But at some distance follow, thus attended. King. 'Tis false; 'twas more; I bid she should If not in words, I bid it by my eyes. Zara. Such favours, so conferred, though when Deserve acknowledgment from noble minds. King. Born to excel, and to command! Garcia, what's he, who, with contracted brow, [Beholding OSMYN as they unbind him. And sullen port, glooms downward with his eyes, At once regardless of his chains, or liberty? Gar. That, sir, is he of whom I spoke; that's Osmyn. King. He answers well the character you gave him. Whence comes it, valiant Osmyn, that a man Osm. Because captivity Has robbed me of a dear and just revenge. Osm. I would not have you. Zara. That gallant Moor in battle lost a friend, Whom more than life he loved; and the regret, Of not revenging on his foes that loss, Has caused this melancholy and despair. King. She does excuse him; 'tis as I suspected. [To Gon. Gon. That friend might be herself; seem not to heed His arrogant reply: she looks concerned. Yet lives, and is a prisoner. His name? King. Garcia, that search shall be your care: For, lingering there, in long suspence she stands, Shifting the prize in unresolving hands; Now late I find that war is but her sport; In love the goddess keeps her awful court; (Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-Representing the Aisle of a Temple. GARCIA, HELI, PEREZ. Gar. This way, we're told, Osmyn was seen to walk; Chusing this lonely mansion of the dead, Heli. Let Heaven with thunder to the centre strike me, If to arise in very deed from death, Per. Yonder, my lord, behold the noble Moor. Gar. I saw him not, nor any like him— Per. I saw him when I spoke, thwarting my view, And striding with distempered haste; his eyes Seemed flame, and flashed upon me with a glance; Then forward shot their fires which he pursued, As to some object frightful, yet not feared. Gar. Let's haste to follow him, and know the cause. Heli. My lord, let me entreat you to forbear: Leave me alone, to find and cure the cause. I know his melancholy, and such starts Are usual to his temper. It might raise him To act some violence upon himself, So to be caught in an unguarded hour, And when his soul gives all her passion way, Secure and loose in friendly solitude. I know his noble heart would burst with shame, To be surprised by strangers in its frailty. Gar. Go, generous Heli, and relieve your friend. Far be it from me officiously to pry [Exit HELI. Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. Alm. It was a fancied noise, for all is hushed. Leon. It bore the accent of a human voice. Alm. It was thy fear, or else some transient wind Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle. We'll listen Leon. Hark! Alm. No, all is hushed, and still as death-'tis dreadful! How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Alm. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. Of human bodies; for I'll mix with them, The poor remains of good Anselmo rest, Alm. Sure 'tis the friendly yawn of death for me; And that dumb mouth, significant in show, And long oppressed with woes and bending cares, OSMYN ascending from the tomb. Osm. Who calls that wretched thing that was Alm. Angels, and all the host of heaven, sup- Osm. Whence is that voice, whose shrillness, And growing to his father's shroud, roots up hide me, Alm. Mercy! Providence! Oh, speak, Speak to it quickly, quickly; speak to me, Comfort me, help me, hold me, hide me, Leonora, in thy bosom, from the light, And from my eyes! Osm. Amazement and illusion! Rivet and nail me where I stand, ye powers, [Coming forward. That, motionless, I may be still deceived! Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve That tender, lovely form of painted air, So like Almeria. Ha! it sinks, it falls; I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade! 'Tis life! 'tis warm! 'tis she, 'tis she herself! Nor dead, nor shade, but breathing and alive! It is Almeria, it is my wife! Enter HELI. Leon. Alas! she stirs not yet, nor lifts her eyes; He, too, is fainting--Help me, help me, stranger, Whoe'er thou art, and lend thy hand to raise Hel. Ha! 'tis he! and with--Almeria ! Osm. Where is she! Let me behold, and touch her, and be sure Is this a father? Osm. Look on thy Alphonso. Thy father is not here, my love, nor Garcia: Hast thou thy eyes, yet canst not see Alphonso? Alm. It is, it is Alphonso! 'tis his face, The wildness of the waves and rocks to this; That, thus relenting, they have given thee back To earth, to light and life, to love and me? Osm. Óh, I'll not ask, nor answer, how or why We both have backward trod the paths of fate, To meet again in life; to know I have thee, Is knowing more than any circumstance, Or means, by which I have theeTo fold thee thus, to press thy balmy lips, And gaze upon thy eyes, is so much joy, I have not leisure to reflect, or know, Or trifle time in thinking. Alm. Stay a while- Alm. I know not; 'tis to see thy face, I think It is too much! too much to bear and live! Alm. Where hast thou been? and how art thou alive? How is all this? All-powerful Heaven, what are we? Oh, my strained heart-let me again behold thee, For I weep to see thee-Art thou not paler? Much, much; how thou art changed! No more, my life; talk not of tears or grief; arms, My arms which ache to hold thee fast, and grow To thee with twining? Come, come to my heart! Alm. I will, for I should never look enough. They would have married me; but I had sworn To Heaven and thee, and sooner would have died Osm. Perfection of all faithfulness and love! Alm. Indeed I would-Nay, I would tell thee all, If I could speak; how I have mourned and prayed: For I have prayed to thee, as to a saint; come To my distress, to my despair, which Heaven To pay some part, some little of this debt, Then, then, 'twill be enough-I shall be old, Of yet unmeasured time; when I have made If Heaven is greater joy, it is no happiness, Alm. True; but how cam'st thou there? Wert Osm. I was, and lying on my father's lead, And thought I heard thy spirit call Alphonso; not That I indeed should be so blest to see theeAlm. But still, how cam'st thou thither? How thus? -Ha! What's he, who, like thyself, is started here Osm. Where? Ha! What do I see, Antonio! I am fortunate indeed-my friend, too, safe! Heli. Most happily, in finding you thus blessed. Alm. More miracles! Antonio escaped! Osm. And twice escaped; both from the rage of seas And war: for in the fight I saw him fall. Heli. But fell unhurt, a prisoner as yourself, And as yourself made free; hither I came, Impatiently to seek you, where I knew Your grief would lead you to lament Anselmo. Osm. There are no wonders; or else all is wonder. Heli. I saw you on the ground, and raised you up, When with astonishment I saw Almeria. Osm. I saw her too, and therefore saw not thee. Alm. Nor I; nor could I, for my eyes were happiness. Harbour no thought that may disturb thy peace; Retire, my love, I'll think how we may meet Alm. Sure we shall meet again Osm. We shall; we part not but to meet again. Gladness and warmth of ever-kindling love Dwell with thee, and revive thy heart in absence! [Exeunt ALM. LEON, and HELI. Yet I behold her-yet--and now no more. Turn your lights inward, eyes, and view my thoughts, So shall you still behold her-'twill not be. Just as the hand of chance administers. But that in vain. I have Almeria here Enter ZARA and SELIM. Zura. See where he stands, folded and fixed Stiff'ning in thought, a statue among statues!- My love? But to the grave I'll follow thee- Am I neglected thus! Am I despised! Osm. Ha, 'tis Zara! Zara. Yes, traitor; Zara, lost, abandoned Zara, Is a regardless suppliant now, to Osmyn. The slave, the wretch that she redeemed from death, Disdains to listen now, or look on Zara. Osm. Far be the guilt of such reproaches from me; Lost in myself, and blinded by my thoughts, Zara. Now then you see me But with such dumb and thankless eyes you look, Better I was unseen, than seen thus coldly. Osm. What would you from a wretch who came to mourn, And only for his sorrows chose this solitude? Look round; joy is not here, nor cheerfulness. You have pursued misfortune to its dwelling, Yet look for gaiety and gladness there. Zara. Inhuman! Why, why dost thou rack me thus, And, with perverseness, from the purpose answer? What is it to me, this house of misery? I have not wherewithal to give again. Zara. Thou hast a heart, though 'tis a savage one Give it me as it is; I ask no more For all I've done, and all I have endured: thee; Compassion! scarce will it own that name, so soon, So quickly, was it love; for thou wert godlike And, like the morn, vermillioned o'er thy face. Osm. Oh, call not to my mind what you have done; It sets a debt of that account before me, Which shews me poor and bankrupt even in hopes. Zara. The faithful Selim, and my women, know The danger which I tempted to conceal you. You hated Manuel, I urged my husband Osm. A fatal wretch-A huge, stupendous ruin, That, tumbling on its prop, crushed all beneath, And bore contiguous palaces to earth. Zara. Yet thus, thus fallen, thus levelled with the vilest, If I have gained thy love, 'tis glorious ruin; Of sceptres, crowns, and thrones; they've serv'd their end, And are, like lumber, to be left and scorned. Osm. Why was I made the instrument, to throw In bonds the frame of this exalted mind! Zara. We may be free; the conqueror is mine; In chains unseen I hold him by the heart, And can unwind or strain him as I please. Give me thy love, I'll give thee liberty. Osm. In vain you offer, and in vain require, What neither can bestow. Set free yourself, And leave a slave the wretch that would be so. Zara. Thou canst not mean so poorly as thou talk'st. Osm. Alas! You know me not. Zara. Not who thou art : But what this last ingratitude declares, |