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That thou obey, or horror on thy head :
Zara. I have not leisure now to take so poor Drench me thy dagger in Alphonso's heart A forfeit as thy life; somewhat of high, Why dost thou start? Resolve, or
And more important fate, requires my thought. Per. Sir, I will.
When I have concluded on myself, if I King: 'Tis well—that when she comes to set Think fit, I will leave thee my command to die. him free,
Regard me well; and dare not to reply His teeth may grin, and mock at her remorse. To what I give in charge; for I am resolved.
[Perez going. Give order that the two remaining mutes Stay thee--I have farther thought-I will add to Attend me instantly, with each a bowl this,
Of such ingredients mixed, as will, with speed, And give her eyes yet greater disappointment: Benumb the living faculties, and give When thou hast ended him, bring me his robe; Most easy and inevitable death. And let the cell, where she will expect to see him, Yes, Osmyn, yes; be Osmyn or Alphonso, Be darkened, so as to amuse the sight.
I will give thee freedom, if thou darest be free: I will be conducted thither-mark me well Such liberty as I embrace myself, There with his turban, and his robe arrayed, Thou shalt partake. Since fates no more afford; And laid along, as he now lies, supine,
I can but die with thee, to keep my word. I shall convict her, to her face, of falsehood.
[Ereunt. When, for Alphonso's, she shall take my hand, And breathe her sighs upon my lips, for his ; SCENE II.—Opening, shews the Prison. Sudden I will start, and dash her with her guilt. But see, she comes. I will shun the encounter; Enter Gonsalez disguised like a Mute, with a thou
dagger. Follow me, and give heed to my direction. Gon. Nor centinel, nor guard ! the doors un
as still, as at the noon of night! Enter Zara and Selim.
Sure death already has been busy here. Zara. The mute not yet returned ! ha! it was There lies my way; that door, too, is unlocked. the king,
[Looking in. The king that parted hence! frowning he went; Ha! sure he sleeps--all is dark within, save what His eyes, like meteors, rolled, then darted down A lamp, that feebly lifts a sickly flame, Their red and angry beams; as if his sight By fits reveals—his face seems turned, to favour Would, like the raging dog-star, scorch the earth, The attempt: I'll steal and do it unperceived. And kindle ruin in its coursc: Dost think
What noise! somebody coming! is it Alonzo ? He saw ine?
Nobody. Sure he'll wait without I would Scl. Yes: but then, as if he thought
'T'were done—I'll crawl, and sting him to the His eyes had crred, he hastily recalled
heart, The imperfect look, and sternly turned away. Then cast my skin, and leave it there to answer bara. Shun me when seen! I fear thou hast
[Goes in. undone me. Thy shallow artifice begets suspicion,
Enter Garcia and Alonzo. And, like a cobweb veil, but thinly shades
Gar. Where, where, Alonzo, where's my fa, The face of thy design ! alone disguising
ther? where What should have ne'er been seen; imperfect The king? Contusion ! all is on the rout! mischief!
All is lost, all ruined by surprize and treachery. Thou, like the adder, venomous and deaf, Where, where is he? Why dost thou mislead me? Ilast stung the traveller, and after hearest
Alon. My lord, he entered but a moment Not his pursuing voice; even when thou thinkst since, To hide, the rustling leaves and bended grass And could not pass me unperceived—What hoa! Confess, and point the path which thou hast crept. My lord, my lord! What'hoa! my lord GonsaOh, fate of fools! oflicious in contriving;
lez ! In executing, puzzled, lame, and lost. Scl. Avert it, Heaven, that you should ever suffer
Enter Gonsalez, bloody. For my defect; or that the means which I Gons. Perdition choak your clamours-whence Devised to serve, should ruin your design.
this rudeness? Prescience is Heaven's alone, not given to man; Garcia ! If I have failed, in what, as being man,
Gar. Perdition, slavery, and death, I needs must fail, impute not as a crime
Are entering now our doors. Where is the king ? My nature's want, but punish nature in me; What means this blood; and why this face of I plead not for a pardon, and to live,
horror? But to be punished and forgiven. Here, strike; Gons. No matter-give me first to know the I bare my breast, to meet your just revenge.
Of these your rash, and ill-timed exclamations. While the other bore the crown (to wreath thy
Gar. The eastern gate is to the foe betrayed, brow), Who, but for heaps of slain that choak the pas- Whose weight has sunk me, ere I reached the sage,
shore. Had entered, long ere now, and borne down all Gar. Fatal ambition! Hark! the foe is enterBefore them, to the palace walls. Unless
(Shout. The king in person animate our men,
The shrillness of that shout speaks them at hand. Granada's lost; and, to confirm this fear, We have no time to search into the cause The traitor Perez, and the captive Moor, Of this surprising, and most fatal error. Are through a postern fled, and joined the foe. What's to be done? the king's death known, Gons. Would all were false as that! for whom would strike
The few remaining soldiers with despair, The Moor, is dead. That Osmyn was Alphonso ; | And make them yield to mercy of the conqueror, In whose heart's blood this poniard yet is warm. Alon. My lord, I've thought how to conceal Gar. Impossible; for Osmyn was, while fly
the body. ing,
Require me not to tell the means, till done,
forbid what you may then approve, Gons. Enter that chainber, and convince your
(Goes in. Shout. eyes,
Gons. They shout again! Whate'er he means How much report has wronged your easy faith.
[Garcia goes in. 'Twere fit the soldiers were amused with hopes Alon. My lord, for certain truth, Perez is Alęd; And, in the mean time, ted with expectation And has declared, the cause of his revolt To see the king in person at their head. Was to revenge a blow the king had given him. Gur. Were it a truth, I fear it is too late. Gar. (Returning.] Ruin and horror! Oh, But I'll omit no care, nor haste, and try, beart-wounding sight !
Or to repel their force, or bravely die. Gons. What says my son? What ruin? Ha!
[Erit Garcia what horror? Gar. Blasted my eyes, and speechless be my
Re-enter ALONZO. tongue,
Gons. What hast thou done, Alonzo ?
Alon. Such a deed,
Though for the crown of universal empire.
But what are kings, reduced to common clay? Gar. Dead, weltering, drowned in blood. Or who can wound the dead? I have from the See, see, attired like Osınyn, where he lies.
[They look in. Severed the head, and in an obscure corner
Alone the undistinguishable trunk;
Gons. 'Twas an act of horror;
I shall make good, and shelter, his retreat. The horror of that thought has damped my rage.
Exeunt severally. The earth already groans to bear this deed; Oppress her not, nor think to stain her face Enter Zara, followed by Selim, and two Mutes With more unnatural blood. Murder my father!
bearing the bowls. Better with this to rip up my own bowels,
Zara. Silence and solitude are every where. And bathe it to the hilt, in far less damnable Through all the gloomy ways, and iron doors, Self-murder.
That hither lead, nor human face nor voice Gons. Oh, my son ! from the blind dotage Is seen or beard. A dreadful din was wont Of a father's fondness these ills arose.
To grate the sense, when entered here, from For thee I've been ambitious, basc, and bloody:
groans, For thee I've plunged into this sea of sin; And howls of slaves condemned; from clink of Stemming the tide with only one weak hand,
And crash of rusty bars and creaking hinges ! A martyr, and a victim to my vows.
Of sense : his soul still sees, and knows each
purYet more this stillness terrifies my soul,
[A mute kneels, and gives one of the bowls.
This to our mutual bliss, when joined above.
[Drinks. That I am here--50. You return, and find Oh, friendly draught, already in my heart.
(Mutes going in. Cold, cold; my veins are icícles and frost. The king; tell him, what he required, I've done, I'll creep into his bosom, lay me there; And wait his coming to approve the deed. Cover us close-or I shall chill his breast,
[Exit Selim. And fright him from my armsm-See, see, he
slides Enter Mutes.
Still farther from me; look, he hides his face, Zara. What have you seen? Ha! wherefore I cannot feel it-quite beyond my reach, stare you thus,
Oh, now he's gone, and all is dark [Dies. (The mutes return, and look affrighted.
[The mutes kneel, and mourn over her. With haggard eyes? Why are your arms across ? Your heavy and desponding heads hung down?
Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. Why is it you more than speak in these sad Alm. Oh, let me seek him in this horrid cell; signs?
For in the tomb, or prison, I alone Give me more ample knowledge of this mourn Must hope to find him. ing.
Leon. 'Heavens! what dismal scene [They go to the scene, which openeng, she Of death is this? The eunuch, Selim, slain ! perceives the body.
Alm. Shew me, for I am come in search of Ha! prostrate! bloody? headless ! Oh I'm death; lost.
But want a guide ; for tears have dimmed my Oh, Osmyn! Oh, Alphonso ! Cruel fate!
sight. Cruel, cruel, oh, more than killing object!
Leon. Alas, a little farther, and behold
But haste away, Ay froin this fatal place,
Where miseries are multiplied; return,
Return, and look not on; for there's a dagger Sel. I've sought in vain, for no where can the Ready to stab the sight, and make your eyes king
Rain bloodBe found
Alm. Oh, I foreknow, foresee that object. Zura. Get thee to hell, and seek him there. Is it at last then so? Is he then dead ?
[Stabs him. What! dead at last ? quite, quite, for ever dead?
Had they or hearts or eyes, that did this deed?
Zara. As thou art now and I shall quickly be. And of a sudden I am calm, as if
dered! I have a certain remedy for that.
Yes, yes, I know to mourn! I'll sluice this heart,
I hope they murder all on whom they look. Into thy lips pour the soft trickling halm
Give a new birth to thy long-shaded eyes, And come prepared to yield my throat—They Then double on the day reflected light! shake
Alm. Where am I? Heaven! what does this Their heads, in sign of grief and innocence !
dream intend? [They point at the bowl on the ground. Alph. Oh, may'st thou never dream of less deAnd point! What mean they? Ha! a cup; Oh, light, well
Nor ever wake to less substantial joys! I understand what medicine has been here. Alm. Given me again from death! Oh, all ye Oh, noble thirst ! yet greedy to drink all
powers, -Oh, for another draught of death—What Confirm this miracle! Can I believe
mean they? (They point at the other cup. My sight against my sight? and shall I trust Ha! point again! 'tis there, and full, I hope. That sense, which, in one instant, shews him dead Thanks to the liberal hand that filled thee thus ! And living ?-Yes, I will; I've been abused I'll drink my glad acknowledgment —
With apparitions and affrighting phantoms :
This is my lord, my life, my only husband;
Alph. Oh, my heart's comfort; 'tis not given Seest thou not there? Behold who prostrate lies,
to this And pleads against thee; who shall then pre- Frail life to be entirely blessed. Even now, vail ?
In this extremest joy my soul can taste, Yet I will take a cold and parting leave Yet I am dashed to think that thou must weep; From his pale lips; I'll kiss him ere 1 drink, Thy father fell where he designed my death. Lest the rank juice should blister on my mouth, Gonsalez and Alonzo, both of wounds And stain the colour of my last adieu.
Expiring, have, with their last breath, confessed Horror! a headless trunk! nor lips nor face, The just decree of Heaven, which on themselves [Coming near the body, starts and lets fall Has turned their own most bloody purposes.
Nay, I must grant, 'tis fit you should be thusBut spouting veins, and mangled Alesh! Oh, Oh!
Let them remove the body from her sight. Enter Alphonso, Heli, Perez, with Garcia Ill-fated Zara! Ha! a cup! Alas! prisoner. Guards and Attendants.
Thy error then is plain! but I were flint Alph. Away, stand off! Where is she? let me Not to o'erflow in tribute to thy memory. fly,
Oh, Garcia !Save her from death, and snatch her to my heart. Whose virtue has renounced thy father's crimes, Alm. Oh!
Seest thou how just the hand of Heaven has Alph. Forbear; my arms alone shall hold her been? up,
Let us, who through our innocence survive,
And not from past or present ills despair; The words of joy and peace; warm thy cold For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds; beauties
And, though a late, a sure reward succeeds. With the new-flushing ardour of my cheek;
SCENE I.- Before Tamerlane's Tent. As if it said, 'Go forth, and be my champion,
Thou, most like me of all my works below.' Enter the Prince of Tanais, Zama, and Mir
Pr. No lust of rule, the common vice of kings,
No furious zeal, inspired by hot-brained priests,
E’er drew his temperate courage to the field:
Is all bis end of war. And, when he draws
That, had not nature made hin great by birth,
Yet all the brave had sought him for their friend.
The Christian prince, Axalla, nicely bred
Pr. Pleased with the gentle manners of that