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Leon. If, from your guilt, none suffer'd but your.

self, It might be so Farewell.

[Going. Alon. Who suffers with me? [Takes her hand. Leon. Enjoy your ignorance, and let me go.

[Weeps. Alon. What mean these tears ? Leon. I weep by chance; nor have my tears a

meaning. But, O, when first I saw Alonzo's tears, I knew their meaning well!

Alon. Heavens! what is this?

Leon. Alonzo, pardon me the injury
Of loving you. I struggled with my passion,
And struggled long : let that be some excuse.
You well may wonder at such words as these;
I start at them myself, they fright my nature.
Great is my fault'; but blame me not alone ;
Give him a little blame, who took such pains
To make me guilty.
· Alon. Blame you! you know I think your love a

blessing
Beyond all human blessings ! 'tis the price
Of sighs and groans, and a whole year of dying.
But, 0, the curse of curses ! O, my friend!

Leon. Alas!
Alon. What says my love? Speak, Leonora.

Leon. Was it for you, my lord, to be so quick
In finding out objections to our love?
Think you so strong my love, or weak my virtue,
It was unsafe to leave that part to me?
Alon. Is not the day then fixed for your espou.

sals ? Leon. Indeed my father once had thought that

way; But marking how the marriage pain'd my heart, Long he stood doubtful; but at last resolved,

I thought it strange; 'tis now no longer 80.
Zan. Was't his request? Are you right sure of

that?
I fear the letter was not all a tale.

Alon. A tale! There's proof equivalent to sight. Zan. I should distrust my sight on this occasion. Alon. And so should I; by Heaven, I think I

should. What ! Leonora, the divine, by whom We guess'd at angels! Oh! I'm all confusion ! Zān. You now are too much ruffled to think

clearly. Since bliss and horror, life and death hang on it, Go to your chamber, there maturely weigh Each circumstance ; consider, above all, That it is jealousy's peculiar nature To swell small things to great; nay, out of nought To conjure much, and then to lose its reason Amid the hideous phantoms it has form’d.

Alon. Had I ten thousand lives, I'd give them all To be deceived. I fear 'tis doomsday with me. And yet she seem'd so pure, that I thought Heaven Borrow'd her form for Virtue's self to wear, To gain her lovers with the sons of men. O Leonora! Leonora !

[Exit. Enter ISABELLA. Zan. Thus far it works auspiciously. My pa

tient Thrives underneath my hand in misery. He's gone to think; that is, to be distracted.

Isa. I overheard your conference, and saw you, To my amazement, tear the letter.

Zun. There,
There, Isabella, I outdid myself.
For, tearing it, I not secure it only
In its first force, but superadd a new.
For after tearing it, as loth to show

Her name will tremble with a feeble moan,
And love with fate divide my dying groan.

[Exit.

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE 1.

The Palace. Enter Don MANUEL and ZANGA: Zan. If this be true, I cannot blame your pain : For wretched Carlos; 'tis but human in you. But when arrived your dismal news?

Man. This hour.

Zan. What, not a vessel saved ? And is Alvarez Determined to deny his daughter to him? That treasure was on shore; must that too join The common wreck?

Man. Alvarez pleads, indeed, That Leonora's heart is disinclined, And pleads that only; so it was this morning, When he concurrid: the tempest broke the match, And sunk his favour, when it sunk the gold. The love of gold is double in his heart, The vice of age and of Alvarez too.

Zan. How does Don Carlos bear it ?

Man. Like a man, Whose heart feels most a human heart can feel, And reasons best a human heart can reason.'

Zan. But is he then in absolute despair ?

Man. Never to see his Leonora more.
And, quite to quench all future hope, Alvarez
Urges Alonzo to espouse his daughter
This very day; for he has learnt their loves.

Zan. Ha! was not that received with ecstacy
By Don Alonzo

Man. Yes, at first; but soon
A damp came o'er him, it would kill his friend.

Zan. Not if his friend consented: and since now
He can’t himself espouse her

Man. Yet, to ask it
Has something shocking to a generous mind;
At least, Alonzo’s spirit startles at it.
But I must leave you. Carlos wants support
In his severe affliction. [Eril.

Zan. Ha, it dawns !
It rises to me like a new-found world
To mariners long time distress'd at sea,
Sore from a storm, and all their viands spent.
Hoa, Isabella

Enter IsabelLA.

I thought of dying : better things come forward; i
Wengeance is still alive : from her dark covert, |
With all her snakes erect upon her crest, T
She stalks in view, and fires me with her charms.
When, Isabella, arrived Don Carlos here 2

Isa. Two nights ago. - W Zan. That was the very night Before the battle—Memory, set down that; l

It has the essence of the crocodile, T
Though yet but in the shell—I’ll give it birth- T
What time did he return ? T
Isa. At midnight. ()
Zan. So- T
Say, did he see that night his Leonora?
Isa. No, my good lord.
Zan. No matter—

Go and fetch my tablets hither. [Exit Is ABELLA.
Two nights ago my father's sacred shade
Thrice stalk’d around my bed, and smiled upon me;
He smiled a joy then little understood—
It must be so—and if so, it is vengeance
Worth waking of the dead for.

Enter Isa BELLA with the Tablets ; ZANGA writes ; then reads, as to himself.

Thus it stands

The father’s fix’d—Don Carlos cannot wed—
Alonzo may—but that will hurt his friend
Nor can he ask his leave or, if he did,
He might not gain it—It is hard to give
Our own consent to ills, though we must bear them.
Were it not then a masterpiece, worth all
The wisdom I can boast, first to persuade
Alonzo to request it of his friend, w
His friend to grant, then, from that very grant,
The strongest proof of friendship man can give,
To work out a cause
Of jealousy, to rack Alonzo's peace!—
I have turn'd o'er the catalogue of woes,
Which sting the heart of man, and find mone equal,
It is the hydra of calamities, -
The seven-fold death; the jealous are the damn'd.
Isa. Alonzo comes this way.
Zan. Most opportunely. -- * -
Withdraw. (Exit 1s ABELLA.] Ye subtle demons,
which reside
In courts, and do your work with bows and smiles,
That little enginery, more mischievous
Than fleets and armies, and the cannon’s murder,
Teach me to look a lie; give me your maze
9f gloomy thought and intricate design,
To catch the man I hate, and then devour.

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