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Why wilt thou force me back into the gulf
Of agonies I had block’d up from thought 2
But since thou hast replunged me in my torture,
I will be satisfy’d.—Confess, confess,-
Where did I find this picture ?
Leon. Ha, Don Carlos I
By my best hopes, more welcome than thy own.
Alon. I know it; but is vice so very rank,
That thou shouldst dare to dash it in my face 2
Nature is sick of thee, abandon'd woman
Leon. Repent.
Alon. Is that for me 2
Leon. Fall, ask my pardom.
Alon. Astonishment 1
Leon. Darest thou persist to think I am dishonest ?
Alon. I know thee so.
Leon. This blow, then, to thy heart 4.
[She stabs herself, he endeavouring to prevent
her.
Alon. Hoa, Zanga! Isabella! hoa she bleeds !
Descend, ye blessed angels, to assist her
Leon. This the only way I would wound thee,
Though most unjust. Now think me guilty still.

Enter Is ABELLA.

Aloor her to instant help. The world to save er Leon. Unhappy man well may’st thou gaze and tremble: But fix thy terror and amazement right; Not on my blood, but on thy own distraction. What hast thou done : Whom censured 2–Leonora! When thou hadst censured, thou wouldst save her life: O inconsistent! Should I live in shame; Or stoop to any other means but this To assert my virtue 2 No; she who disputes, Admits it possible she might be guilty.

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While aught but truth could be my inducement toit,
While it might look like an excuse to thee,
I scorn’d to vindicate my innocence:
But now, I let thy rashness know, the wound,
Which least I feel, is that my dagger made.
[ISABELLA leads out LeonorA.

Alon. Ha! was this woman guilty?–And if not—

How my thoughts darken that way Grant, kind
Heaven,

That she prove guilty; or my being end.
Is that my hope, then 2

Is it in man the sore distress to bear,
When hope itself is blacken'd to despair,
When all the bliss I pant for, is to gain
In hell, a refuge from severer pain : [Erii,

Enter ZANGA.

Zan How stands the great account 'twixt meand vengeance 2 Though much is paid, yet still it owes me much And I will not abate a single groan Ha! that were well—but that were fatal tooWhy, be it so—Revenge so truly great would come too cheap if bought with less than so, Come, death, come, hell, then 'tis resolved, 'til done.

Enter Isa BELLA.

Isa. Ah, Zanga, see me tremble Has not yet Thy cruel heart its fill?—Poor Leonora—i.

%an, westers in blood, and gasps for her ho

breath.

What then We all must die.

Isa. Alonzo raves,
And, in the tempest of his grief, has thrice
Attempted on his life. At length disarm’d,
He calls his friends that save him, his worst fo,

And importunes the skies for swift perdition.
After a pause,
He started up, and call’d aloud for Zanga,
For Zanga raved ; and see, he seeks you here,
To learn that truth, which most he dreads to know.
Zan. Begone. Now, now, my soul, consummate
all. - [Exit ISABELLA.

Enter ALONZO.

Alon. Oh, Zanga Zan. Do not tremble so, but speak. Alon. I dare not. [Falls on him, Zan. You will drown me with your tears. Alon. Have I not cause 2 Zan. As yet you have no cause. Alon. Dost thou too rave 2 Zan. Your anguish is to come: You much have been abused. Alon. Abused by whom * Zan. To know were little comfort. Alon. O’twere much 1 2am. Indeed Alon. By Heaven! Oh, give him to my fury! Zan. Born for your use, I live but to oblige you. Know, then, 'twas——I. Alon. Am I awake * 2am. For ever. Thy wife is guiltless—that’s one transport to me; And I, I let thee know it—that's another. I urged Don Carlos to resign his mistress; I forged the letter; I disposed the picture ;I hated, I despised, and I destroy. Alon. Oh |Swoons, ano this is well—why, this is blow for ow ! Where . you? Crown me, shadow me with laureis, Ye spirits, which delight in just revenge |

Let Europe and her pallid sons go weep;
Let Afric and her hundred thrones rejoice:
O, my dear countrymen, look down, and see
How I bestride your prostrate conqueror
I tread on haughty Spain, and all her kings.
But this is mercy, this is my indulgence;
*Tis peace, ’tis refuge from my indignation.
I must awake him into horrors. Hoa"
Alonzo, hoa the Moor is at the gate!
Awake, invincible, omnipotent!
Thou, who dost all subdue.
Alon. Inhuman slave!
Zan. Fall'n Christian, thou mistak'st my character.
Look on me. Who am I? I know, thou say'st,
The Moor, a slave, an abject, beaten slave:
(Eternal woes to him that made me so ()
But look again. Has six years cruel bondage
Extinguish'd majesty so far, that nought
Shines here to give an awe of one above thee?
When the great Moorish king, Abdallah, fell,
Feli by thy hand accursed, I fought fast by him,
His son, though, through his fondness, in disguise,
Less to expose me to th’ ambitious foe—
Ha! does it wake thee —O'er my father's corse
I stood astride, till I had clove thy crest; {
And then was made the captive of a squadron,
And sunk into thy servant—But, Oh! what,
What were my wages Hear nor Heaven, nor
earth! - - *
My wages were a blow ! by Heaven, a blow !
And from a mortal hand! -
Alon. Oh, villain, villain
Zan. All strife is vain. [Showing a Dagger,
Alon. Is thus my love return'd? w
Is this my recompense Make friends of tigers!
Lay not your young, O, mothers, on the breast,
For fear they turn to serpents as they lie,
And pay you for their nourishment with death.

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Carlos is dead, and Leonora dying 1 -
Both innocent, both murder’d, both by me.

Oh, shame ! Oh, guilt Oh, horror Oh, remorse!

Oh, punishment! Had Satan never fall’n,
Hell had been made for me.—Oh, Leonora ! Leo-
nora ! Leonora ! -
Zan. Must I despise thee too, as well as hate
thee — - . . . . . . .
Complain of grief! complain thou art a man.
Priam from fortune’s lofty summit fell;
Great Alexander 'midst his conquests mourn’d ;
Heroes and demigods have known their sorrows;
Caesars have wept ; and I have had my blow:
But 'tis revenged, and now my work is done.
Yet, ere I fall, be it one part of vengeance
To make ev'n thee confess that I am just.—
Thou seest a prince, whose father thou hast slain,
Whose native country thou hast laid in blood,
Whose sacred person, Oh! thou hast profaned f
Whose reign extinguish'd : What was left to me,
So highly born ? No kingdom, but revenge;
No treasure, but thy tortures and thy groans.
If cold white mortals censure this great deed,
Warn them, they judge not of superior beings,
Souls made of fire, aud children of the sun,
With whom revenge is virtue, Fare thee well—
Now, fully satisfied, I should take leave; -
But one thing grieves me, since thy death is near,
I leave thee my example how to die. *

As he is going to stab himself, Alonzo rushes upon
him, and prevents him. Enter Don ALWAREz, with
ATTEND ANTs. They seize ZANGA. ALONzo puts
the Dagger in his bosom. -
Alon. No, monster, thou shalt not escape by death.
My father! . . . . !
/v. O Alonzo—Isabella,

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