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Touch'd with remorse to see her mistress' pangs, Told all the dreadful tale.

Alon. What groan was that?

Zan. As I have been a vulture to thy heart,
So will I be a raven to thine ear,

Enter MANUEL, who whispers ALVAREZ,
And true as ever snuff'd the scent of blood,
As ever flapp'd its heavy wing against
The window of the sick, and croak'd despair.
Thy wife is dead.

Alo. The dreadful news is true.
Alon. Prepare the rack; invent new torments for

him.
Zan. This too is well. The fix'd and noble mind
Turns all occurrence to its own advantage;
And I'll make vengeance of calamity.
Were I not thus reduced, thou wouldst not know,
That, thus reduced, I dare defy thee still.
Torture thou may’st, but thou shalt ne'er despise me.
The blood will follow where the knife is driven,
The fleshi will quiver where the pincers tear,
And sighs and cries by nature grow on pain.
But these are foreign to the soul: not mine
The groans that issue, or the tears that fall;
They disobey me: on the rack I scorn thee,
As when my faulchion clove thy helm in battle.

Alu. Peace, villain!

Zan. While I live, old man, I'll speak:
And well I know thou darest not kill me yet;
For that would rob thy bloodhounds of their prey.

Alon. Who call'd Alonzo ?
Again !-'Tis Carlos' voice, and I obey.
Oh, how I laugh at all that this can do!

[Stabs himself. The wounds that pain'd, the wounds that murder'd

me, Were given before; I was already dead;

Nor shall, I from my soul believe, till death.
My life, our friends expect thee.
Leon. I obey.

[Exit.
Alon. Is that the face of cursed hypocrisy?
If she is guilty, stars are made of darkness,
And beauty shall no more belong to Heaven.
Don Carlos did return at dead of night-
Proceed, good Zanga, so thy tale began.

Zan. Don Carlos did return at dead of night;
That night, by chance (ill chance for me) did I
Command the watch that guards the palace gate.
He told me he had letters for the king,
Dispatch'd from you.

Alon. The villain lied !

Zan. My lord,
I pray, forbear--Transported at his sight,
After so long a bondage, and your friend,
(Who could suspect him of an artifice ?)
No farther I enquired, but let him pass,
False to my trust, at least imprudent in it.
Our watch relieved, I went into the garden,
As is my custom when the night's serene,
And took a moon-light walk ; when soon I heard
A rustling in an arbour that was near me.
I saw two lovers in each other's arms,
Embracing and embraced. Anon the man
Arose, and, falling back some paces from her,
Gazed ardently awhile, then rush'd at once,
And throwing all himself into her bosom,
There softly sighed, “ O, night of ecstacy!
When shall we meet again ?-Don Carlos then
Led Leonora forth.

Alon. Oh! O, my heart! (He sinks into a chair. · Zan. Groan on, and with the sound refresh my

soul! 'Tis through his brain, his eyeballs roll in anguish.

[Aside. My lord, my lord, wby will you rack me thus ?

Speak to me, let me know that you still live.
I'm your own Zanga,
So loved, so cherish’d, and so faithful to you.
Rise, sir, for honour's sake. Why should the Moors,
Why should the vanquish'd triumph ?

Alon. Oh, she was all !
My fame, my friendship, and my love of arms,
All stoop'd to her, my blood was her possession.
Deep in the secret foldings of my heart
She lived with life, and far the dearer she.
To think on’t is the torment of the damn'd;
And not to think on’t is impossible.
How fair the cheek, that first alarm'd my soul!
How bright the eye that set it in a flame!
How soft the breast, on which I laid my peace
For years to slumber, unawaked by care !
How fierce the transport ! how sublime the bliss !
How deep, how black, the horror and despair!

Zan. You said you'd bear it like a man.

Alon. I do.
Am I not most distracted ?

Zan. Pray, be calm.
Alon. As hurricanes :-be thou assured of that.
Zan. Is this the wise Alonzo ?

Alon. Villain, no!
He died in the arbour-he was murder'd there!
I am his demon though My wife !--my wife! -
Zan. He weeps,ếhe weeps!

[Aside. Alon. O villain, villain, most accursed ! If thou didst know it, why didst let me wed?

Zan. Hear me, my lord, your anger will abate. I knew it not :- I saw them in the garden; But saw no more than you might well expect To see in lovers destined for each other. Who could suspect fair Leonora's virtue, Till after-proofs conspired to blacken it ? Sad proofs, which came too late, which broke not

out,

(Eternal curses on Alvarez' haste!)
Till holy rites had made the wanton yours ;
And then, I own, I labour'd to conceal it,
In duty, and compassion to your peace.
Alon. Live now, be damn'd hereafter-for I want

thee. 66 O, night of ecstacy!"-Ha! was't not so? I will enjoy this murder. Let me thinkThe jasmine bower-'tis secret and remote ; Go wait me there, and take thy dagger with thee.

Exit ZANGA. How the sweet sound still sings within my ear! " When shall we meet again?" -To-night, in hell.

Enter LEONORA.
Ha! I'm surprised! I stagger at her charms!

Leon. My lord, excuse me; see, a second time
I come in embassy from all your friends,
Whose joys are languid, uninspired by you.

Alon. This moment, Leonora, I was coming
To thee, and all but sure, or I mistake,
Or thou canst well inspire my friends with joy. Oh!

Leon. Why sighs my lord ?
Alon. I sigh'd not, Leonora.
Leon. I thought you did; your sighs are mine,

my lord,
And I shall feel them all.

Alon. Dost flatter me?

Leon. If my regards for you are flattery,
Full far, indeed, I stretch'd the compliment
In this day's solemn rite.

Alon. What rite?
Leon. You sport me.
Alon. Indeed I do; my heart is full of mirth.

Leon. And so is mine- I look on cheerfulness, As on she health of virtue.

Alon. Virtue !---Damn-
Leon. What says my lord?

And is enamour'd of the face of death. ....'
How then could he decline the next day's battle,
But for the transports- Oh, it must be so!
Inhuman! by the loss of his own honour,
To buy the ruin of his friend!

Zan. You wrong him;
He kwew not of your love.

Alon. Ha!
Zan. That stings home.

Aside.
Alon Indeed, he knew not of my treacherous

love Proofs rise on proofs, and still the last tlie strongest. Th' eternal law of things declares it true, Which calls for judgment on distinguish'd guilt, And loves to make our crime our punishment. Love is my torture, love was first my crime; For she was liis, my friend's, and be (O horror !) Confided all in me. 0, sacrcd faith! How dearly I abide thy violation !

Zan. Were then their loves far gone?

Alon. The father's will.
There bore a total sway; and be, as soon
As news arrived that Carlos' feet was seen
From off our coast, fired with the love of gold,
Determined, that the very sun which saw
Carlos' return, should see his daughter wed.

Zan. Indeed, my lord ? then you must pardon me,
If I presume to mitigate the crime.
Consider, strong allurements soften guilt;
Long was his absence, ardent was his love,
At midnight his return, the next day destined
For his espousals--'twas a strong temptation. .

Alon, Templation ! :.
Zan. 'Twas but gaining of one night!
Alon. One night!
Zan. That crime could ne'er return again.
Alon. Again ! By Heaven thou dost insult thy
.. lord.

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