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Gar.Osmyn, who led the Moorish horse; buthe, And, by releasing you, enslave myself. Great sir, at her request, attends on Zara.
Zuri. Such favours, so conferred, though when King. He is your prisoner; as you please dis- unsought,
Deserve acknowledgment from noble minds. Gar. I would oblige him, but he shuns my Such thanks, as one hating to be obligedkindness;
Yet hating more ingratitude, can pay,
King. Born to excel, and to command !
All eves; so, by pre-eminence of soul, At least to talk where he must not command. To rule all hearts !
King. Such sullenness, and in a man so brave, Garcia, what's he, who, with contracted brow, Must have some other cause than his captivity.
[Beholding Osmyn, as they unbind him. Did Zara, then, request he might attend her? And sullen port, glooms downwards with his Gar. My lord, she did.
At once regardless of his chains, or liberty ? King. That, joined with his behaviour,
Gar. That, sir, is he of whom I spoke; that's Begets a doubt. I'd have them watched; per- Osmyn. haps
King. He answers well the character you gave Her chains bang heavier on him than his own.
Whence comes it, valiant Osmyn, that a man Enter Aloxzo, Zara, and Osmyn bound, con- So great in arms, as thou art said to be,
ducted by Perez und a guard, and attended so hardly can endure captivity, by SELIẢ and several mutes and eunuchs in a The conimon chance of war?" train.
Osm. Because captivity King. What welcome, and what honours, Has robbed me of a dear and just revenge. beauteous Zara,
King. I understand not that. A king and conqueror can give, are yours.
Osm. I would not have you. A conqueror indeed, where you are won;
Zara. That gallant Moor in battle lost a friend, Who with such lustre strike admiring eyes, Whom more than life he loved ; and the regret, That had our pomp been with your presence Of not revenging on his foes that loss, graced,
Has caused this melancholy and despair. The expecting crowd had been deceived; and seen King. She does excuse him; 'tis as I suspected. The monarch enter, not triumphant, but,
(10 Gon. In pleasing triumph led, your beauty's slave. Gon. That friend might be herself; seem not Zara. If I on any terms could condescend
to heed To like captivity, or think those honours, His arrogant reply: she looks concerned, Which conquerors in courtesy bestow,
King. I'll have enquiry made; perhaps his Of equal value with unborrowed rule
friend And native right to arbitrary sway,
Yet lives, and is a prisoner. His name?
king. Garcia, that search shall be your care : These bonds, I look with loathing on myself, It shall be mine to pay devotion here; And scorn vile slavery, though doubly hid At this fair shrine to lay my laurels down, Beneath mock praises, and dissembled state. And raise love's altar on the spoils of war. king. Those bonds! 'Twas my command you Conquest and triumph, now, are mine no more; should be free.
Nor will I victory in camps adore : How durst you, Perez, disobey ?
For, lingering there, in long suspence she stands, Per. Great sir,
Shifting the prize in unresolving hands; Your order was she should not wait your triumph, Unused to wait, I broke through her delay, But at soine distance follow, thus attended. Fixed her by force, and snatched the doubtful King. 'Tis false ; 'twas more; I bid she should day. be free;
Now late I find that war is but her sport; li pot in words, I bid it by my eyes.
In love the goddess keeps her awful court;
SCENE I.— Representing the Aisle of a Temple. Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle.
Leon. Hark! Gar. This way, we're told, Osmyn was seen Alm. No, all is hushed, and still as death— tis to walk;
dreadful ! Chusing this lonely mansion of the dead, How reverend is the face of this tall pile, To mourn, brave Heli, thy mistaken fate. Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, Heli. Let Heaven with thunder to the centre To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof, strike me,
By its own weight made stedfast and immoveable, If to arise in very deed from death,
Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe And to revisit, with my long-closed eyes, And terror on my aching sight; the tombs This living light, could to my soul or sense And monumental caves of death look cold, Afford a thought, or shew a glimpse of joy, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. In least proportion to the vast delight
Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; I feel, to hear of Osmyn's name; to hear Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear That Osmyn lives, and I again shall see him. Thy voice--my own affrights me with its echoes. Gar. I've heard, with admiration, of your Leon. Let us return; the horror of this place, friendship.
And silence, will encrease your melancholy. Per. Yonder, my lord, behold the noble Moor. Alm. It may my fears, but cannot add to that, Hel. Where? Where?
No, I will on; shew me Anselmo's tonıb, Gar. I saw him not, nor any like him— Lead me o'er bones and skulls, and mouldering
Per. I saw him when I spoke, thwarting my view, earth, And striding with distempered haste; his eyes Of human bodies; for I'll mix with them, Seemed fame, and flashed upon me with a glance; Or wind me in the shroud of some pale corpse, Then forward shot their fires which he pursued, Yet green in earth, rather than be the bride As to some object frightful, yet not feared. Of Garcia's more detested bed : that thought Gar. Let's haste to follow him, and know the Exerts my spirits, and my present fears
Are lost in dread of greater ill. Then shew me, Hel. My lord, let me intreat you to forbear: Lead me, for I am bolder grown : lead me Leave me alone, to find and cure the cause. Where I may kneel, and pay my vows again, I know his melancholy, and such starts
To him, to Heaven, and my Alphonso's soul. Are usual to his temper. It might raise him Leon. I go; but Heaven can tell with what reTo act some violence upon himself,
(Exeunt. So to be caught in an unguarded hour, And when his soul gives all her passion way,
Enter HELT. Secure and loose in friendly solitude.
Heli. I wander through this maze of monuI know his noble heart would burst with shame, ments, To be surprised by strangers in its frailty. Yet cannot find him-Hark! sure 'tis the voice Gar. Go, generous Heli
, and relieve your friend. Of one complaining—There it sounds !—I'll folFar be it froin me officiously to pry
[Exit. Or press upon the privacies of others.
[Erit Heli. SCENE II.- Opening, discovers a place of Tombs : Perez, the king expects, from our return,
one Monument, fronting the view, greater than To have bis jealousy confirmed, or cleared,
the rest. Of that appearing love which Zara bears To Osmvn; but some other opportunity
Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. Must make that plain.
Leon. Behold the sacred vault, within whose Per. To me 'twas long since plain,
womb And every look from him and her confirms it. The poor remains of good Anselmo rest,
Gar. If so, unhappiness attends their love, Yet fresh and unconsumed by time or worms. And I could pity them. I hear some coming. What do I see? Oh, Heaven! either my eyes The friends, perhaps, are met; let us avoid them. Are false, or still the marble door remains
[E.reunt. Unclosed; the iron gates, that lead to death
Beneath, are still wide stretched upon their hinge, Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA.
And staring on us with unfolded leaves ! Alm. It was a fancied noise, for all is hushed. Alm. Sure 'tis the friendly yawn of death for Leon. It bore the accent of a human voice.
me; Alm. It was thy fear, or else some transient And that dumb mouth, significant in show, wind
Invites me to the bed, where I alone
Shall rest; shews me the grave, where nature, Alm. I have sworn I'll not wed Garcia : why weary
do ye force me? And long oppresed with woes and bending cares, Is this a father ? May lay the burthen down, and sink in slumbers Osm. Look on thy Alphonso. Of peace eternal. Death, grim death, will fold Thy father is not here, my love, nor Garcia : Me in his leaden arms, and press me close Nor am I what I seem, but thy Alphonso. To his cold clayey breast: My father, then, Wilt thou not know me? Hast thou then forgot Will cease his tyranny; and Garcia, too,
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 Alm. It is, it is Alphonso ! 'tis his face, In liquid light, and float, on seas of bliss,
His 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; Osuyx 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 circumstance, from the grave,
Or means, by which I have thee
And gaze upon thy eyes, is so much joy,
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 me 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, 1 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,
thinkSo 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 warm! '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 HELI.
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 Oh, my 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 Osin. Where is she?
to thee. Let me behold, and touch her, and be sure Thou hast 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.
A Miction is no more, now thou art found. Look up, Almeria, bless me with thy eyes; 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 grief would lead you to lament Anselmo.
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;
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 leaven 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 Ileaven, 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 poiuting, seem to mark this place. Then, then, 'twill be enough—I shall be old, Alm. Sure I have dreaint, if we must part so I shall have passed all aras 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 Schim, sir, I saw and know Alm. 'Tis more than recoinpence to see thy face:
them : 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 sce 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 Alia. 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 cain'st thou thither? How Turn your lights inward, eyes, and view my thus! -Ha!
Oh, impotence of sight! Mechanic sense!
. 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; of seas
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 :
Essaving 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 chated At once, as I before have seen her oiten- Thy temples, till reviving blood arose,
And, like the morn, vermilioned 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 thiy respiring lips ! Stiff'ning in thought, a statue among statues. Osm. Oh, call not to my inind 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 einpire lost? Which shows me poor and bankrupt even in But what is loss of honour, faine, and empire?
hopes. Is this the recompence reserved for love?
Zara. The faithful Selim, and my women, know Why dost thou leave soy eyes, and fly iny arins, The danger which I tempted to conceal you. To hnd this place of horror and obscurity? You know how I abused the credulous king; Am I more loathsoine 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 inan! 05! why do I relate what I have done? Am I neglected thus? Am I despised !
What did I not? Was it not for
you Not heard! Ungrateful Osymn!
Commenced? Not knowing who you were, nor (sm. Ha, 'tis Zara !
why Zara. Yes, traitor; Zara, lost, abandoned Zara, You hated Manuel, I urged my husband Is a regardless suppliant now, to Osinyn.
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 Zura.
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 OsZara. Now then you see me-
myn? But with such dumb and thankless eyes you look, Osm. Å 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,
Zaru. 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 mourn,
their end, I cone to mourn with thee, to share thy griefs, And are, like lumber, to be left and scorned. And give thee, for them, in exchange, my love. (sm. Why was I made the instrument, to throw Osin. Oh, that's the greatest grief-i am so In bonds the frame of this exalted mind? poor,
Zaru. We may be free; the conqueror is mine; I have not wherewithal to give again.
Io chains unseen I hold him by the heart, Cara. Thou hast a heart, though it is a savage And can unwind or strain bim as I please.
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 lide 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;
Cura. Not who thou art : Compassion! scarce willit own that name, so soon, But what this last ingratitude declares, Su quickly, was it lore; for thoa wert godlike This grovelling baseness-Thou sayest true, I know