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ACT THE FIRST.
Battlements, with a Sea Prospect.
Isu. Why have you left my bed?
Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you.
Isa. Hate Alonzo !
great man (Great let me call him, for he conquer'd me) Made me the captive of his arm in right. He slew my father, and threw chains o'er me, While I, with pious rage, pursued revenge. I then was young, he placed me near his person, And thought me not dishonour'd by his service. One day, (may that returning day be night, The stain, the curse, of each succeeding year!) For something, or for nothing, in his pride He struck me. (While I tell it, do l live?) He smote me on the cheek I did not stab him, For that were poor revenge- E'er since, his folly Has strove to bury it beneath a heap Of kindnesses, and thinks it is forgot. Insolent thought! and like a second blow! Affronts are innocent, where men are worthless ; And such alone can wisely drop revenge.
Isa. But with more temper, Žanga, tell your story; To see your strong emotions startles me.
Zan. Yes, woman, with the temper that befits it.
Has the dark adder venom? So have I,
Isa. Just as I enter'd, an express arrived.
Zan. Be propitious,
Enter DON CARLOS and Don MANUEL.
Man. And what success? .: Car. Alas, the cruel maidane Indeed her father, who, though high at court, And powerful with the king, has wealth at heart To heal his devastation from the Moors, Knowing l’m richly freighted from the east, My fleet now sailing in the sight of Spain, (Heav'n guard it safe through such a dreadful storm!). Caresses me, and urges her to wed.
Man. Her aged father, see, Leads her this way.
Car. She looks like radiant Truth, Brought forward by the hand of hoary Time You to the port with speed, 'tis possible Some vessel is arrived. [Exit Man.Heav'n grant it
bring Tidings which Carlos may receive with joy!
Enter DoN ALvAREz and LEoNoRA.
Alv. Don Carlos, I am labouring in your favour With all a parent’s soft authority, And earnest counsel. Car. Angels second you! For all my bliss or misery hangs on it. Alu Daughter, the happiness of life depends On our discretion, and a prudent choice; Don Carlos is of ancient, noble blood, And then his wealth might mend a prince’s fortune. For him the sun is labouring in the mines, to A faithful slave, and turning earth to gold. His keels are freighted with that sacred power By which even kings and emperors are made. Sir, you have my good wishes, and I hope [To CARLos. My daughter is not indisposed to hear you. [Erit. Car. Oh, Leonora ! why art thou in tears 2 Because I am less wretched than I was 2 Before your father gave me leave to woo you, Hush’d was your bosom, and your eye serene. Leon. Think you my father too indulgent to me That he claims no dominion o'er my tears 2 A daughter, sure, may be right dutiful, Whose tears alone are free from a restraint. Car. Ah, my torn heart! Leon. Regard not me, my lord, I shall obey my father. Car. Disobey him, Rather than come thus coldly, than come thus With absent eyes and alienated mien, Suff’ring address, the victim of my love. Love calls for love... Not all the pride of beauty, Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of, Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life, Those hills of driven snow, which seen art felt; B