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Cal. Is this the famous friend of Altamont, That my swift sword may find out the offender, For noble worth and deeds of arms renowned? And do thee ample justice. Is this the tale-bearing officious fellow,

Cal. Turn to him. That watches for intelligence from eyes ;

Alt. Horatio! This wretched Argus of a jealous husband,

Cal. To that insolent. That fills his easy ears with monstrous tales, Alt. My friend! And makes him toss, and rave, and wreak at Could he do this ? He, who was half myself? length

One faith has ever bound us, and one reason Bloody revenge on his defenceless wife,

Guided our wills. Have I not found him jusly Who guiltless dies, because her fool ran mad? Honest as truth itself? And could he break

Hor. Alas, this rage is vain; for if your fame The sanctity of friendship? Could he wound Or peace be worth your care, you must be calm, The heart of Altamont in his Calista? And listen to the means are left to save them. Cal. I thought what justice I should find from 'Tis now the lucky minute of your fate.

thee! By me your genius speaks, by me it warns you, Go fawn upon him, listen to his tale, Never to see that curst Lothario more;

Applaud his malice, that would blast my fame, Unless you mean to be despised, be shunned And treat me like a common prostitute. By all our virtuous maids and noble matrons ; Thou art perhaps confederate in his mischief, Unless you have devoted this rare beauty And wilt believe the legend, if he tells it. To infamy, diseases, prostitution

Ait. Oh, impious! what presumptuous wretch Cal. Dishonour blast thee, base, unmannered

shall dare slave!

To offer at an injury like that?
That dar'st forget my birth, and sacred sex, Priesthood, nor age, nor cowardice itself,
And shock me with the rude unhallowed sound! Shall save him from the fury of my vengeance.
Hor. Here kneel, and in the awful face of Cal. The man who dared to do it was Horao

Breathe out a solemn vow, never to see,

Thy darling friend ; 'Twas Altamont's Horatia Nor think, if possible, on him that ruined thee; But mark me well; while thy divided heart Or, by my Altamont's dear life, I swear, Doats on a villain that has wronged me thus, This paper,—nay; you must not fly,—this paper, No force shall drag me to thy hated bed.

(Holding her. Nor can my cruel father's power do more This guilty paper shall divulge your shame. Than shut me in a cloister: there, well pleased, Cai. What mean’st thou by that paper? What Religious hardships will I learn to bear, contrivance

To fast and freeze at midnight hours of praye ; Hast thou been forging to deceive my father ; Nor think it hard, within a lonely cell, To turn his heart against his wretched daughter, | With melancholy, speechless saints to dwell; That Altamont and thou may share his wealth? But bless the day I to that refuge ran, A wrong like this will make me even forget Free from the marriage-chain, and from that tyThe weakness of my sex.---Oh, for a sword,

rant man.

(Erit Calista To urge my vengeance on the villain's hand, Alt. She's gone; and, as she went, ten thous That forged the scroll !

sand fires Hor. Behold! Can this be forged?

Shot from her angry eyes, as if she meant See where Calista's name

Too well to keep the cruel vow she made. [Showing the Letter near. Now, as thou art a man, Horatio, tell me, Cal. To atoms thus,

[Tearing it. What means this wild confusion in thy looks, Thus let me tear the vile detested falsehood, As if thou wert at variance with thyself, The wicked, lying evidence of shame.

Madness and reason combating within thee, Hor. Confusion !

And thou wert doubtful which should get the Cal. Henceforth, thou officious fool,

better? Meddle no more, nor dare, even on thy life, Hor. I would be dumb for ever; but thy fate To breathe an accent that may touch my virtue. Has otherwise decreed it. Thou hast seen I am myself the guardian of my honour, That idol of thy soul, that fair Calista; And will not bear so insolent a monitor,

Thou hast beheld her tears.

Alt. I've seen her weep;

I've seen that lovely one, that dear Calista, Alt. Where is my life, my love, my charming Complaining, in the bitterness of sorrow, bride,

That thou, my friend, Horatio, thou hast wronged Joy of my heart and pleasure of my eyes,

her. The wish, the care, and business of my youth? Hor. That I have wronged her! had her eyes Oh, let me find her, snatch her to my breast,

been fed And tell her she delays my bliss too long, From that rich stream which warms her heart, Till my soft soul even sickens with desire.

.and numbered Disordered !—and in tears !-Horatio too! For every falling tear a drop of blood, My friend is in amaze-What can it mean? It had not been too much; for she has ruined Tell me, Calista, who has done thee wrong,


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Even thee, my Altamont. She has undone thee: Avoid thy bride, shun her detested bed;

Alt. Dóst thou join ruin with Calista's name? The joys it yields are dashed with poison-
What is so fair, so exquisitely good ?

Alt. Off?
Is she not more than painting can express, To urge me but a minute more is fatal.
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?

Hor. She is polluted, stained-
Does she not come, like wisdom, or good fortune, Alt. Madness and raging !
Replete with blessings, giving wealth and honour? But hence
The dowry which she brings is peace and plea- Hor. Dishonoured by the man you hate

Alt. I prithee loose me yet, for thy own sake,
And everlasting joys are in her arms.

If life be worth the keeping-
Hor. It had been better thou hadst lived a Hor. By Lothario.

Alt. Perdition take thee, villain, for the false-
And fed on scraps at great men's surly doors,


(Strikes him. Than to have matched with one so false, so fa- Now, nothing but thy life can make atonement. tal.

Hor A blow ! thou hast used me well-
Alt. It is too much for friendship to allow

(Draws. thee.

Alt. This to thy heartBecause I tamnely bore the wrong thou didst her, Hor. Yet hold-By Heaven, his father's in Thou dost avow the barbarous, brutal part,

his face ! And urge the injury even to my face !

Spite of my wrongs, my heart runs o'er with tenHor. I see she has got possession of thy heart;

derness, She has charmed thee, like a syren, to her bed, And I could rather die myself than hurt him. With looks of lote, and with enchanting sounds: Alt. Defend thyself; for, by my much wrongToo late the rocks and quicksands will appear,

ed love, When thou art wrecked upon the faithless shore, I swear, the poor evasion shall not save thee. Tben vainly wish thou hadst not left thy friend, Hor. Yet hold—thou know'st I dare-think To follow her delusion.

how we've livedAlt. If thy friendship

[They fight : Altamont presses on HoDo churlishly deny my love a room,

RATIO, who retires. It is not worth my keeping; I disclaim it. Nay then, 'tis brutal violence; and thus, Hor. Canst thou so soon forget what I've been Thus nature bids me guard the life she gave. to thee?

[They fight. I shared the task of nature with thy father, And formed with care thy inexperienced youth

LAVINIA enters, and runs between their swords. To virtue and to arms.,

Lan. My brother, my Horatio ! Is it possible! Thy noble father, oh, thou light young man ! Oh, turn your cruel swords upon Lavinia ! Would he have used ine thus? One fortune fed If you must quench your impious rage in blood, 118 ;

Behold, my heart shall give you all her store, For his was ever mine, mine his, and both To save those dearer streams that flow from Together flourished, and together fell.

yours. lle called me friend, like thee: would he have Alt. 'l is well thou hast found a safe-guard; left me

none but this, Thus for a woman, and a vile one, too? No power on earth could save thee from my fury. Alt. Thou canst not, dar’st not mean it! Speak Luv. O fatal, deadly sound! again!

Hor. Safety from thee! Say, who is vile; but dare not name Calista. Away, vain boy! Hast thou forgot the reve

Hor. Í had not spoke at first, unless compelled, And forced to clear myself; but since thus urged, Due to my arm, thy first, thy great example, I must avow, I do not know a viler.

Which pointed out thy way to noble daring, Alt. Thou wert my father's friend; he loved And shewed thee what it was to be a man? thee well ;

Lev. What busy, meddling fiend, what foe to A kind of venerable mark of him

goodness, Hangs round thee, and protects thee from my could kindle such a discord! Oh, lay by vengeance.

Those most ungentle looks, and angry weapons, I cannot, dare not, lift my sword against thee; Unless you mean my griefs and killing fears But henceforth never let me see thee more. Should stretch me out at your relentless feet,

(Going out. A wretched corse, the victim of your fury. flor. I love thee still, ungrateful as thou art, Hor. Ask'st thou what made us foes?' 'Twas And must and will preserve thee from dishonour,

base ingratitude; Even in despite of thee.

(Holds him. 'Twas such a sin to friendship, as Heaven's mercy, Alt. Let go my arm !

That strives with man's untoward, monstrous Hor. It honour be thy care, if thou would'st

wickedness, live

Unwearied with forgiving, scarce could pardon. Without the name of credulous, wittol husband, He, who was all to me, child, brother, friend,


from her.

(She catches up LOTHARIO's sword, Even thee, thou venerable good old man,

and offers to kill herself ; ALTA. For being author of a wretch like me.
MONT runs to her, and wrests it Alt. Listen not to the wildness of her raving;

Remember nature ! Should thy daughter's murAlt. What means thy frantic rage ?

der Cal, Off! let me go.

Defile that hand, so just, so great in arms, Alt. Oh! thou hast more than murdered me; Her blood would rest upon thee to posterity, yet still,

Pollute thy name, and sully all thy wars. Still art thou here ! and my soul starts with hor- Cal. Have I not wronged his gentle nature ror,

much? At thought of any danger that may reach thee. And yet behold him pleading for my life! Cal Think'st thou I mean to live to be for- Lost as thou art to virtue, oh, Calista! given ?

I think thou canst not bear to be outdone; Oh, thou hast known but little of Calista! Then haste to die, and be obliged no more. If thou hadst never heard my shame; if only Sci. Thy pious care has given me time to think, The midnight moon and silent stars had seen it, And saved me from a crime; then rest, my sword: I would not bear to be reproached by them, To honour have I kept thee ever sacred, But dig down deep to find a grave beneath, Nor will I stain thee with a rash revenge. And hide me from their beams.

But mark me well! I will have justice done;. Sci. (within.) What, ho! my son !

Hope not to bear away thy crimes unpunished: Alt. It is Sciolto calls ; come near and find me, I will see justice executed on thee, The wretchedest thing of all my kind on earth. Even to a Roman strictness; and thou, Nature,

Cal. Is it the voice of thunder, or my father! Or whatsoe'er thou art, that plead'st within me, Madness! Confusion ! let the storm come on, Be still; thy tender strugglings are in vain. Let the tumultuous roar drive all upon me; Cal. Then am I doomed to live, and bear you Dash my devoted bark, ye surges, break it !

triumph? 'Tis for my ruin that the tempest rises.


groan beneath your scoin and fierce upbraids When I am lost, sunk to the bottom low,

ing, Peace shall return, and all be calm again. Daily to be reproached, and have my misery

At morn, at noon, at night, told over to me, Enter SCIOLTO.

Lest my remembrance might grow pitiful, Sci. Even now Rossano leaped the garden And grant a moment's interval of peace! wall

Is this, is this the mercy of a father? Ha! Death has been among you-Oh, my fears ! I only beg to die, and he denies me. Last night thou had'st a difference with thy friend; Sci, Hence, from my sight! thy father cannot The cause thou gav'st me was a damned one.

bear thee; Didst thou not wrong the man who told thee Fly with thy infamy to some dark cell, truth?

Where, on the confines of eternal night, Answer me quick

Mourning, misfortune, cares, and anguish dwell

; Alt. Oh! press me not to speak;

Where ugly shame hides her opprobrious head, Even now my heart is breaking, and the mention And death and hell detested rule maintain; Will lay me dead before thee. See that body, There howl out the remainder of thy life, And guess my shame, my ruin! Oh, Calista! And wish thy name may be no more remember. Sci. It is enough! but I am slow to execute,

ed! And justice lingers in my lazy hand;

Cal. Yes, I will fly to some such dismal place, Thus let me wipe dishonour from my name, And be more cursed than you can wish I were; And cut thee from the earth, thou stain to good. This fatal form, that drew on my undoing, ness !

Fasting, and tears, and hardships shall destroy: (Offers to kill Calista, ALTAMONT holds him. Nor light, nor food, nor comfort will I know,

Alt. Stay thee, Sciolto! thou rash father, stay! Nor aught that may continue hated life. Or turn the point on me, and through my breast Then, when you see me meagre, wan, and changes Cut out the bloody passage to Calista!

Stretched at my length, and dying in my cave, So shall my love be perfect, while for her On that cold earth I mean shall be my grave, I die, for whom alone I wished to live.

Perhaps you may relent, and sighing say, Cal. No, Altamont; my heart, that scorned thy At length her tears have washed her stains away; love,

At length 'tis time her punishment should cease ; Shall never be indebted to thy pity.

Die, thou poor suffering wretch, and be at peace

. Thus torn, defaced, and wretched as I seem,

(Erit CALISTA Still I have something of Sciolto's virtue.

Sci. Who of my servants wait there?
Yes, yes, my father, I applaud thy justice;
Strike home, and I will bless thee for the blow!

Enter two or three Servants.
Be merciful, and free me from my pain ; Raise that body, and bear it in. On your lives
'Tis sharp, 'tis terrible, and I could curse Take care my doors be guarded well, that none
The cheerful day, med, earth, and heaven, and Pass out, or enter, but by my appointment.

[Ereunt Servants, with LOTHARIO's body.


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Alt. There is a fatal fury in your visage;

And longs to mingle with its kindred earth. It blazes fierce, and menaces destruction.

[A tumultuous noise, with clashing of My father, I am sick of many sorrows,

swords, as at a little distance.
Even now my easy heart is breaking with them; Enter LAVINIA, with two Servants, their swords
Yet, above all, one fear distracts me most ;
I tremble at the vengeance which you meditate

On the poor, faithless, lovely, dear Calista. Lav. Fly, swiftly fly, to my Horatio's aid,
Sci. Hast thou not read what brave Virginius Nor lose your vain oficious cares on me!

Bring me my lord, my husband, to my arms !
With his own hand he slew his only daughter, He is Lavinia's life! bring him me safe,
To save her from the fierce Decemvir's lust. And I shall be at ease, be well, and happy.
He slew her, yet unspotted, to prevent

(Ereuni Servants. The shame which she might know. Then what Alt. Art thou Lavinia ? Oh! what barbarous should I do?

But thou hast tied my hand. I will not kill her; Could wrong thy poor defenceless innocence,
Yet, by the ruin she has brought upon us, And leave such marks of more than savage fury?
The common infamy that brands us both,

Lav. My brother! Oh! my heart is full of
She shall not 'scape.

Alt. You mean that she shall die then? Perhaps even now my dear Horatio bleeds!
Sci. Ask me not what, nor how, I have re- Not far from hence, as passing to the port,

By a mad multitude we were surrounded,
For all within is anarchy and uproar !

Who ran upon us with uplifted swords,
Oh, Altamont! What a vast scheme of joy And cried aloud for vengeance, and Lothario.
Has this one day destroyed ? Well did I hope My lord, with ready boldness, stood the shock,
This daughter would have blest my latter days; To shelter me from danger; but in vain,
That I should live to see you the world's wonder, Had not a party from Sciolto's palace
So happy, great, and good, that none were like Rushed out, and snatched me from amidst the fray.

Alt. What of my friend? While 1, from busy life and care set free,

Lav. Ha ! by my joys, 'tis he! [Looking out. Had spent the evening of my age at home, He lives, he comes to bless me! be is safe! Among a little prattling race of yours ! There, like an old man, talked awhile, and then

Enter HORATIO, with two or three Serrants, Lain down and slept in peace. Instead of this,

their swords drawn. Sorrow and shame must bring me to my gravem 1st Ser. 'Twere at the utmost hazard of your Oh, damn her! damn her!


To venture forth again, till we are stronger :
Enter a Servant.

Their number trebles ours.
Sero. Arm yourself, my lord :

Hor. No matter; let it:
Rossano, who but now escaped the garden, Death is not half so shocking as that traitor.
Has gathered in the street a band of rioters, My honest soul is mad with indignation,
Who threaten you, and all your friends, with To think her plainness could be so abused,

As to mistake that wretch, and call bin friend; Unless Lothario be returned in safety. [Exit. I cannot bear the sight.

Sci. By Heaven, their fury rises to my wish, Alt. Open, thou earth, Nor shall misfortune know my house alone, Gape wide, and take me down to thy dark bosom, But thou, Lothario, and thy race, shall pay me To hide me from Horatio ! For all the sorrows which my age is cursed with! Hor. Oh, Lavinia ! I think my name as great, my friends as po- Believe not but I joy to see thee safe: tent,

Would our ill fortune had not drove us hither! As any in the state ; all shall be summoned; I could even wish we rather had been wrecked I know that all will join their hands to ours, On any other shore, than saved on this. And vindicate thy vengeance. When our force Lav. Oh! let us bless the mercy that preserved Is full, and armed, we shall expect thy sword To join with us, and sacrifice to justice. That gracious power that saved us for each other :

(Erit Sciolto. And, to adorn the sacrifice of praise, Alt. There is a stupid weight upon my senses; Offer forgiveness too; be thou like Heaven, # A dismal sullen stillness, that succeeds

And put away the offences of thy friend,
The storm of rage and grief, like silent death, Far, far from thy remembrance.
After the tumult and the noise of life.

Alt. I have marked him,
Would it were death, as sure 'tis wondrous like it, To see if one forgiving glance stole hither;
For I am sick of living ! my soul's palled, If any spark of friendship were alive,
She kindles not with anger or revenge :

That would, by sympathy, at meeting glow, Love was the informing, active fire within : And strive to kindle up the flame a-new. Now that is quenched, the mass forgets to move, / 'Tis lost, 'tis gone; his soul is quite estranged, VOL. 1.


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And knows me for its counterpart no more! But, Oh ! had I been wronged by thee, Horatio, Hor. Thou know’st thy rule, thy empire in Ho. There is a yielding softness in my heart ratio ;

Could ne'er have stood it out; but I had ran, Nor canst thou ask in vain, command in vain, With streaming eyes, and open arms, upon thee, Where nature, reason, nay, where love is judge; And pressed thee close, close! But when you urge my temper to comply

Hor. I must hear no more ; With what it most abhors, I cannot do it. Thy weakness is contagious ; I shall catch it, Lav. Where didst thou get this sullen gloomy And be a tame, fond wretch. hate?

Lav. Where wouldst thou go? It was not in thy nature to be thus ;

Wouldst thou part thus? you shall not, ’tis ime Come, put it off, and let thy heart be cheerful!

possible; Be gay again, and know the joys of friendship, For I will bar thy passage, kneeling thus : The trust, security, and mutual tenderness, Perhaps, thy cruel hand may spurn me off, The double joys, where each is glad for both; But I will throw my body in thy way, Friendship, the wealth, the last retreat and And thou shalt trample o'er my faithful bosom, strength,

Tread on me, wound me, kill me, ere thou pass. Secure against ill fortune, and the world.

Alt. Urge not in vain thy pious suit, Lavinia, Hor. I am not apt to take a light offence, I have enough to rid me of my pain. But patient of the failings of my friends, Calista, thou hadst reached my heart before ; And willing to forgive; but when an injury To make all sure, my friend repeats the blow : Stabs to the heart, and rouses my resentment, But in the grave our cares shall be forgotten, (Perhaps it is the fault of my rude nature) There love and friendship cease. I own I cannot easily forgive its

(LAVINIA runs to him, and endeavours to raise Alt. Thou hast forgot me!

him. Hor. No.

Lar. Speak to me, Altamont !Alt. Why are thy eyes

He faints ! He dies ! Now, turn and see thy triImpatient of me then, scornful, and fierce ?

umph! Hor. Because they speak the meaning of my My brother ! But our cares shall end together; heart;

Here will I lay me down by thy dear side, Because they're honest, and disdain a villain! Bemoan thy too hard fate, then share it with Alt. I've wronged thee much, Horatio.

thee, Hor. True, thou hast.

And never see my cruel lord again. When I forget it, may I be a wretch,

(HORATIO runs to ALTAMONT, and raises hist Vile as thyself, a false perfidious fellow,

in his arms. An infamous, believing, British husband.

Hor. It is too much to bear! Look up, my Alt. I've wronged thee much, and Heaven has

Altamont ! well avenged it.

My stubborn, unrelenting heart has killed him. I have not, since we parted, been at peace, Look up and bless me! tell me that thou liv'st! Nor known one joy sincere; our broken friend-Oh! I have urged thy gentleness too far; ship

(He reites. Pursued me to the last retreat of love,

Do thou and my Lavinia both forgive me ; Stood glaring like a ghost, and made me cold with a flood of tenderness comes o'er my soul; horror.

I cannot speak—I love, forgive, and pity thee, Misfortunes on misfortunes press upon me, Alt. I thought that nothing could have stayed Swell o'er my head like waves, and dash me down;

my soul ; Sorrow, remorse, and shame, have torn my soul; That long ere this her flight had reached the They hang, like winter, on my youthful hopes,

stars ; And blast the spring and promise of my year. But thy known voice has lured her back agaio. Luv. So flowers are gathered to adorn a grave, Methinks, I fain would set all right with thee

, To lose their freshness amongst bones and rot- Make up this most unlucky breach, and then, tenness,

With thine and Heaven's forgiveness on my soul, And have their odours stifled in the dust. Shrink to my grave, and be at ease for ever. Canst thou hear this, thou cruel, hard Horatio ? Hor. By Heaven, my heart bleeds for thee; Canst thou behold thy Altamont undone ?

even this moment, That gentle, that dear youth! canst thou behold I feel thy pangs of disappointed love. him,

Is it not pity that this youth should fall, His

poor heart broken, death in his pale visage, That all his wondrous goodness should be lost, And groaning out his woes, yet stand unmoved? And the world never know it? Oh, my Altamon!

Hor. The brave and wise I pity in misfortune; Give me thy sorrows, let me bear them for thee, But when ingratitude and folly suffers,

And shelter thee from ruin ! 'Tis weakness to be touched.

Lav. Oh, my brother, Alt. I will not ask thee

Think not but we will share in all thy woes; To pity or forgive me; but confess,

We'll sit all day, and tell sad tales of love: This scorn, this insolence of hate, is just; And when we light upon some faithless woman, 'Tis constancy of mind, and manly in thee. Some beauty, like Calista, false and fair,

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