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And I have heard imperfectly his loss ;

This torrent of your grief; for, this I fear, But, fearful to renew your troubles past,

'Twill urge his wrath, to see you drowned in tears. I never did presume to ask the story.

When joy appears in every other face. Alm. If for my swelling heart I can, I'll tell thee. Alm. And joy he brings to every other heart, I was a welcome captive in Valentia,

But double, double weight of woe to mine: Even on the day when Manuel, my father, For with him Garcia comes-Garcia, to whom Led on his conquering troops bigh as the gates I must be sacrificed, and all the vows Of king Anselmo's palace; which, in rage, I gave my dear Alphonso basely broken. And heat of war, and dire revenge, he fired. No, it shall never be; for I wil die The good king, flying to avoid the flames, First, die ten thousand deaths-Look down, look Started amidst his foes, and made captivity

down, His fatal refuge-Would that I had fallen Alphonso, hear the sacred vow I make! (Kneels. Amidst those flames—but 'twas not so decreed. One moment, cease to gaze on perfect bliss, Alphonso, who foresaw my father's cruelty, And bend thy glorious eyes to earth and nie! Had borne the queen and me on board a ship, And thou, Anselmo, if yet thou art arrived, Ready to sail; and, when this news was brought, Through all impediments of purging fire, We put to sea; but being betrayed by some To that bright heaven, where my Alphonso reigns, Who knew our flight, we closely were pursued Behold thou also, and attcud my vow! And almost taken; when a sudden storm If ever I do yield, or give consent,

Drove us, and those that followed, on the coast By any action, word, or thought, to wed ning Of Afric: There our vessel struck the shore, Another lord, may then just heaven shower down

and, bulging 'gainst a rock, was dashed in pieces; Unhcard-of curses on me, greater far But heaven spared me for yet much more afflic- (If such there be in angry heaven's vengeance) tion!


any I have yet endur'd! And now (Resing. Conducting them who followed us, to shun My heart has some relief; having so well The shore, and save me floating on the waves, Discharged this debt, incumbent on my love. While the good queen and my Alphonso perished. Yet one thing more I would engage from thee. Leon. Alas! were you then wedded to Al- Leon. My heart, my life, and will, are only phonso ?

yours. Alm. That day, that fatal day, our hands were

Alm. I thank thee. 'Tis but this : anon, when

all For when my lord beheld the ship pursuing, Are wrapped and busied in the general joy, And saw her rate so far exceeding ours,

Thou wilt withdraw, and privately with me He came to me, and begged me by my love, Steal forth, to visit good Anselmo's tomb. I would consent the priest should make us one; Leon. Alas! I fear some fatal resolution. That, whether death or victory ensued,

Alm. No, on my life, my faith, I mean no ill, I might be his, beyond the power of fate; Nor violence, I feel myself more light, The

queen too did assist his suit—I granted; And more at large, since I have made this vow. And in one day was wedded and a widow. Perhaps I would repeat it there more solemnly. Leon. Indeed 'twas mournful

'Tis that, or some such melancholy thought; Alm. 'Twas as I have told thee

Upon my word, no more.
For which I mourn, and will for ever mourn;

Leon. I will attend you.
Nor will I change these black and disinal robes,
Or ever dry these swoln and watery eyes,

Or ever taste content, or peace of heart,

Alon. The lord Gonsalez comes to tell your While I have life, and thought of my Alphonso.

Leon. Look down, good heaven, with pity on The king is just arrived.
her sorrows,

Alm. Conduct him in.

[Erit Alon. And grant that time may bring her some relief! That's his pretence; bis errand is, I know, Alm. Oh, no! time gives increase to my afflic- To fill my ears with Garcia's valiant deeds, tions.

And gild and magnify his son's exploits. The circling hours, that gather all the woes But I am armed with ice around my heart, Which are diffused through the revolving year, Not to be warmed with words, or idle eloquence. Come heavy laden with the oppressing weight

Enter GONSALEZ. To me; with me successively, they leave The sighs, the tears, the groans, the restless cares, Gon. Be ev'ry day of your long life like this ! And all the damps of grief, that did retard their The sun, bright conquest, and your brighter eyes, flight:

Have all conspired to blaze promiscuous light, They shake their downy wings, and scatter all And bless this day with most unequalled lustre. The dire collected dews on my poor head, Your royal father, my victorious lord, Then fly with joy and swiftness from me. Loaden with spoils, and ever-living laurel,

[Shouts at a distance. Is entering now, in martial pomp, the palace. Leon. Hark!

Five hundred mules precede his solemn march, The distant shouts proclaim your father's triumph. Which groen beneath the weight of Moorish O cease, for heaven's sake, assuage a little


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Chariots of war, adorned with glittering gems, King. Your zeal to heaven is great, so is your Succeed; and next, a hundred neighing steeds,

debt: White as the fleecy rain on Alpine hills, Yet something, too, is due to me, who gave That bound and foam, and champ the golden bit, That life, which heaven preserved. A day beAs they disdained the victory they grace.

stowed Prisoners of war in shining fetters follow; In filial duty, had atoned and given And captains of the noblest blood of Afric A dispensation to your vow-No more! Sweat by his chariot wheel, and lick and grind, 'Twas weak and wilful and a woman's error. With gnashing teeth, the dust his triumphs raise. Yet, upon thought, it doubly wounds my sight, The swarming populace spread every wall, To see that sable worn upon the day, And cling, as if with claws they did enforce Succeeding that, in which our deadliest foc, Their hold; through clifted stones stretching and Hated Anselmo, was interred-By heaven, staring,

It looks as thou didst mourn for him! just 39 As if they were all eyes, and every limb

Thy senseless vow appeared to bear its dlate, Would feel its faculty of admiration;

Not from that hour wherein thou wert preserved, While you alone retire, and shun this sight; But that wherein the cursed Alphonso perishal. This sight, which is indeed not seen (though Ha! What? thou dost not weep to think of that! twice

Gon. Ilave patience, royal sir ; the princess The multitude should gaze) in absence of your

weeps eyes.

To have offended you. If fate decreed, Alm. My lord, my eyes ungratefully behold One 'pointed hour should be Alphonso's loss, The gilded trophies of exterior honours ; And her deliverance, is she to blame? Nor will my ears be charmed with sounding King. I tell thee she's to blame, not to have words,

feasted Or pompous phrase, the pageantry of fools. When my first fve was laid in earth; such enmity, But that my father is returned in safety,

Such detestation bears my blood to his, I bend to heaven with thanks.

My daughter should have revelled at his death, Gon. Excellent princess !

She should have made these palace walls to shake, But 'tis a task unfit for my weak age,

And all this high and ample roof to ring With dying words to offer at your praise. With her rejoicings. What, to mourn and weep! Garcia, my son, your beauty's lowest slave Then, then to weep, and pray, and grieve! by Has better done, in proving with his sword

heaven, The force and influence of your matchless charms. There's not a slave, a shackled slave of mine,

Alm. I doubt not of the worth of Garcia's deeds, But should have smiled that hour through all his Which had been brave, though I had ne'er been

care, born.

And shook his chains, in transport and rude harLeon. Madam, the king.


mony. Alm. My women. I would meet him.

Gon. What she has done, was in excess of [Attendants to ALMERIA enter in mourning.

Enter the King, As if she had offended. Sure, no more.

Betrayed by too much piety, to seem
Symphony of warlike music. Enter the King,
attended by GARCIA and several officers. Files

King. To seem is to commit, at this conjuncture. of prisoners in chains, and guards, who are

would not have a seeming sorrow seen ranged in order round the stage. ALMERIA To-day.—Retire; divest yourself with speed meets the King, and kneels: afterwards Gon

Of that offensive black: on me be all SALEZ kneels and kisses the king's hand, while The violation of your vow; for you Garcia does the same to the princess.

It shall be your excuse, that I command it. King. Almeria, rise-My best Gonsalez, rise. Gar. [Kneeling.) Your pardon, sir, if I preWhat, tears ! my good old friend

sume so far, Gon. But tears of joy.

As to remind you of your gracious promise. Believe me, sir, to see you thus, has filled

King. Rise, Garcia, I forgot.—Yet stay, AlMine eyes with more delight than they can hold.

meria. King. By heaven, thou lov’st me, and I'm Alm. My boding heart !-What is your plea

pleased thou dost; Take it for thanks, old man, that I rejoice King. Draw near, and give your hand, and, To see thee weep on this occasion-Some

Garcia, yours : Here are, who seem to mourn at our success. Receive this lord, as one whom I have found Why is’t, Almeria, that you meet our eyes, Worthy to be your husband, and my son. Upon this solemn day, in these sad weeds ? Gar. Thuslet me kneel to take not to take In opposition to my brightness, you

But to devote, and yield myself for ever And yours are all like daughters of affliction. The slave and creature of my royal mistress!

Alm. Forgive me, sir, if I in this offend. Gon. O let me prostrate pay my worthless The year, which I have vowed to pay to heaven,

thanks In mourning and strict life, for my deliverance King. No more: my promise long since passFrom wreck and death, wants yet to be expired.

ed, thy services,

sure, sir?

pose him.

And Garcia's well-tried valour, all oblige me. And native right to arbitrary sway,
This day we triumph; but to-morrow's sun, I might be pleased, when I behold this train
Garcia, shall shine to grace thy nuptials- With usual homage wait: but when I feel
Alm. Oh!

{Faints. These bonds, I look with loathing on myself, Gar. She faints! Help to support her. And scorn vile slavery, though doubly hid Gon. She recovers.

Beneath mock praises, and dissembled state. King. A fit of bridal fear. How is't, Almeria? King. Those bonds! 'Twas my command you Alm. A sudden chillness seizes on my spirits.

should be free. Your leave, sir, to retire.

How durst you, Perez, disobey ? King. Garcia, conduct her.

Per. Great sir, (GARCIA leads ALMERIA to the door, and returns. Your order was she should not wait your triumph, This idle vow hangs on her woman's fears; But at some distance follow, thus attended. I'll have a priest shall preach her from her faith, King. 'Tis false; 'twas more; I bid she should And make it sin, not to renounce that vow

be free; Which I'd have broken.-Now, what would If not in words, I bid it by my eyes. Alonzo?

Her eyes did more than bid— Free her and her's,

With speed, yet stay-my hands alone can make Enter ALONZO.

Fit restitution here. Thus I release you, Alon. Your beauteous captive, Zara, is arrived, And, by releasing you, enslave myself. And with a train as if she still were wife

Zara. Such favours, so conferred, though when To Albucacim, and the Moor had conquered.

unsought, King. It is our will she should be so attended. Deserve acknowledgment from noble minds. Bear hence these prisoners. Garcia, which is he, Such thanks as one, hating to be obliged, Of whose mute valour you relate such wonders? Yet hating more ingratitude, can pay,

(Prisoners led off. I offer. Gar. Osmyn, who led the Moorish horse; King. Born to excel, and to command ! but he,

As by transcendent beauty to attract Great sir, at her request, attends on Zara. All eyes; so, by pre-eminence of soul, King. He is your prisoner; as you please dis- To rule all hearts !

Garcia, what's he, who, with contracted brow, Gar. I would oblige him, but he shuns my And sullen port, glooms downward with his eyes,

(Beholding Osmyn as they unbind him. kindness; And with a haughty mien, and stern civility, At once regardless of his chains, or liberty? Dumbly declines all offers. If he speak,

Gar. That, sir, is he of whom I spoke; that's 'Tis scarce above a word; as he were born

Osmyn. Alone to do, and did disdain to talk;

King. He answers well the character you gave At least to talk where he must not command.

him. King. Such sullenness, and in a man so brave, Whence comes it, valiant Osmyn, that a man Must have some other cause than his captivity. So great in arms, as thou art said to be, Did Zara, then, request he might attend her? So hardly can endure captivity, Gar. My lord, she did.

The common chance of war?' King. That, joined with his behaviour,

Osm. Because captivity Begets a doubt. I'd have them watched; per- Has robbed me of a dear and just revenge. haps

King. I understand not that. Her chains hang heavier on him than his own.

Osm. I would not have you.

Zara. That gallant Moor in battle lost a friend, Enter ALONZO, ZARA, and Osmyn bound, con- Whom more than life he loved; and the regret,

ducted by Perez and a guard, and attended Of not revenging on his foes that loss, by SELIM and severul mutes and eunuchs in a Has caused this melancholy and despair. train.

King. She does excuse him; 'tis as I suspected. King. What welcome, and what honours,

(To Gon. beauteous Zara,

Gon. That friend might be herself; seem not A king and conqueror can give, are yours.

to heed A

conqueror indeed, where you are won; His arrogant reply: she looks concerned. Who with such lustre strike admiring eyes,

King. I'll have inquiry made; perhaps his That had our pomp been with your presence

friend graced,

Yet lives, and is a prisoner. His name? The expecting crowd had been deceived; and Para. Heli.

King. Garcia, that search shall be your care: The monarch enter, not triumphant, but, It shall be mine to pay devotion here; In pleasing triumph led, your beauty's slave. At this fair shrine to lay my laurels down,

Zara. If I on any terms could condescend And raise love's altar on the spoils of war. To like captivity, or think those honours, Conquest and triumph, now, are mine no more; conquerors in courtesy bestow,

Nor will I victory in camps adore: Of equal value with unborrowed rule,

For, lingering there, in long suspence she stands,



Shifting the prize in unresolving hands;

In love the goddess keeps her awful court;
Unused to wait, I broke through her delay, Fickle in fields, unsteadily she flies,
Fixed her by force, and snatched the doubtful But rules with settled sway in Zara's eyes.

(Eseunt. Now late I find that war is but her sport;


SCENE I.— Representing the Aisle of a Temple.


Alm. It was a fancied noise, for all is hushed. Gar. This way, we're told, Osmyn was seen Leon. It bore the accent of a human voice. to walk;

Alm. It was thy fear, or else some transient Chusing this lonely mansion of the dead,

wind To mourn, brave Heli, thy mistaken fate. Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle. Heli. Let Heaven with thunder to the centre We'll listenstrike me,

Leon. Hark! If to arise in very deed from death,

Alm. No, all is hushed, and still as death—'tis And to revisit, with my long-closed eyes,

dreadful! This living light, could to my soul or sense How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Afford a thought, or shew a glimpse of joy, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, In least proportion to the vast delight

To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof, I feel, to hear of Osmyn's name; to hear By its own weight made stedfast and immoveable, That Osmyn lives, and I again shall see him. Looking tranquillity. It strikes an awe Gar. I've heard, with admiration, of your And terror on my aching sight; the tombs friendship

And monumental caves of death look cold, Per. Yonder, my lord, behold the noble Moor. And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Heli. Where? Where?

Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Gar. I saw him not, nor any like him

Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Per. I saw him when I spoke, thwarting my view, Thy voice-my own aftrights me with its echoes. And striding with distempered haste; his eyes Leon. Let us return; the horror of this place, Seemed flame, and flashed upon me with a glance; And silence, will increase your melancholy. Then forward shot their fires which he pursued, Alm. It may iny fears, but cannot add to that. As to some object frightful, yet not feared. No, I will on; shew me Anselmo's tomb, Gar. Let's haste to follow him, and know the Lead me o'er bones and skulls, and mouldering

carth, Heli. My lord, let me entreat you to forbear: Of human bodies; for I'll mix with them, Leave me alone, to find and cure the cause. Or wind me in the shroud of some pale corpse, I know his melancholy, and such starts

Yet green in earth, rather than be the bride Are usual to his temper. It might raise him Of Garcia's more detested bed: that thought To act some violence upon himself,

Exerts my spirits, and my present fears So to be caught in an unguarded hour,

Are lost in dread of greater ill. Then shew me, And when his soul gives all her passion way, Lead me, for I am bolder grown: lead on Secure and loose in friendly solitude.

Where I may kneel, and pay my vows again, I know his noble heart would burst with shame, To him, to Heaven, and my Alphonso's soul. To be surprised by strangers in its frailty.

Leon. I go; but Heaven can tell with what reGar. Go, generous Heli, and relieve your


(Ereunt. friend. Far be it from me officiously to pry

Enter Heli. Or press upon the privacies of others.

Heli. I wander through this maze of monu(Exit HELI.

ments, Perez, the king expects, from our return, Yet cannot find him-Hark! sure 'tis the voice To have his jealousy confirmed, or cleared, Of one complaining — There it sounds !—I'll fol. Of that appearing love which Zara bears

low it.


. To Osmyn; but some other opportunity Must make that plain.

SCENE II.-Opening, discovers a place of Tombs : Per. To me 'twas long since plain,

one Monument, fronting the vicw, greater than And every look from him and her confirms it. the rest.

Gar. If so, unhappiness attends their love, And I could pity them. I hear some coming.

Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. The friends, perhaps, are met; let us avoid them. Leon. Behold the sacred vault, within whose




The poor remains of good Anselmo rest,

Osm. Where is she! Yet fresh and unconsumed by time or worms. Let me behold, and touch her, and be sure What do I see? Oh, Heaven! either my eyes 'Tis she; shew me her face, and let me feel Are false, or still the marble door remains Her lips with mine— 'Tis she, I am not deceived; Unclosed; the iron gates, that lead to death I taste her breath, I warm her and am warmed. Beneath, are still wide stretched upon their hinge, Look up, Almeria, bless me with thy eyes; And staring on us with unfolded leaves !

Look on thy love, thy lover, and thy husband ! Alm. Sure 'tis the friendly yawn of death for Alm. I have sworn I'll not wed Garcia: why me;

do ye force me? And that dumb mouth, significant in show,

Is this a father? Invites me to the bed, where I alone

Osm. Look on thy Alphonso. Shall rest; shews me the grave, where nature, Thy father is not here, my love, nor Garcia: weary.

Nor am I what I seem, but thy Alphonso. And long oppressed with woes and bending cares, Wilt thou not know me? Hast thou then forgot May lay the burthen down, and sink in slumbers

me? Of peace eternal. Death, grim death, will fold Hast thou thy eyes, yet canst not see Alphonso ? Me in his leaden arms, and press me close Am I so altered, or art thou so changed, To his cold clayey breast: My father, then, That, seeing my disguise, thou seest not me? Will cease his tyranny; and Garcia, too, Alm. It is, it is Alphonso ! 'tis his face, Will fly my pale deformity with loathing. His voice-I know him now, I know him all. My soul, enlarged from its vile bonds, will mount, Oh, take me to thy arms, and bear me hence, And range the starry orbs, and milky-ways, Back to the bottom of the boundless deep, Of that refulgent world, where I shall swim To seas beneath, where thou so long hast dwelt. In liquid light, and float, on seas of bliss, Oh, how hast thou returned? How hast thou To niy Alphonso's soul. Oh, joy too great!

charmed Oh, ecstacy of thought! Help me, Anselmo; The wildness of the waves and rocks to this; Help me, Alphonso; take me, reach thy hand; That, thus relenting, they have given thee back To thee, to thee I call; to thee, Alphonso: To earth, to light and life, to love and me? Oh, Alphonso !

Osm. Oh, I'll not ask, nor answer, how or why

We both have backward trod the paths of fate, OSMYN ascending from the tomb.

To meet again in life; to know I have thee, Osm. Who calls that wretched thing that was Is knowing more than any circumstance, Alphonso?

Or means, by which I have thee
Alm. Angels, and all the host of heaven, sup- To fold thee thus, to press thy balmy lips,

And gaze upon thy eyes, is so much joy, Osm. Whence is that voice, whose shrillness, I have not leisure to reflect, or know, from the grave,

Or trifle time in thinking. And growing to his father's shroud, roots up Alm. Stay a whileAlphonso ?

Let me look on thee yet a little more. Alm. Mercy! Providence! Oh, speak,

Osm. What would'st thou? thou dost put me Speak to it quickly, quickly; speak to me,

from thee. Comfort me, help me, hold me, hide me, hide me, Alm. Yes. Leonora, in thy bosom, from the light,

Osm. And why? What dost thou mean? Why And from my eyes !

dost thou gaze so? Osm. Amazement and illusion!

Alm. I know not; 'tis to see thy face, I. Rivet and nail me where I stand, ye powers,

think[Coning forward. It is too much! too much to bear and live! That, motionless, I may be still deceived ! To see thee thus again is such profusion Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve Of joy, of bliss—I cannot bear I inust That tender, lovely form of painted air,

Be mad—I cannot be transported thus. So like Almeria. Ha! it sinks, it falls;

Osm. Thou excellence, thou joy, thou heaven I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade!

of love! 'Tis life ! 'tis warm! 'tis she, 'tis she herself! Alm. Where hast thou been? and how art Nor dead, nor shade, but breathing and alive!

thou alive? It is Almeria, it is my wife!

How is all this ? All-powerful Heaven, what are

we? Enter HELI.

Oh, my strained heart—let me again behold thee, Leon. Alas! she stirs not yet, nor lifts her eyes; For I weep to see thee-Art thou not paler? He, too, is fainting-Help me, help me, stran- Much, much; how thou art changed! ger,

Osm. Not in my love. Whoe'er thou art, and lend thy hand to raise Alm. No, no! thy griefs, I know, have done These bodies.

this to thee. Hel. Ha! 'tis he! and with--Almeria! Thou hast wept much, Alphonso; and, I fear, Oh, miracle of happiness! Oh, joy

Too much, too tenderly, lamented me. Unhoped for! Does Almeria live?

Osm. Wrong not my love, to say too tenderly.

port me!

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