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My transports are as fierce, as strong my wishes, LOTHARIO and CALISTA discovered.
As if thou ne'er hadst blest me with thy beauty: Loth. Weep not, my fair; but let the God of Cal. How! didst thou dare to think that I would Love
live Laugh in thy eyes, and revel in thy heart, A slave to base desires, and brutal pleasures, Kindle again his torch, and hold it high, To be a wretched wanton for thy leisure, To light us to new joys. Nor let a thought To toy, and waste an hour of idle time with ? Of discord, or disquiet past, molest thce; My soul disdains thee for so mean a thought. But to a long oblivion give thy cares,
Loth. The driving storm of passion will have And let us melt the present hour in bliss.
way, Cal. Seek not to soothe me with thy false en And I must yield before it. Wert thou calm, dearments,
Love, the poor criminal, whom thou hast doomed, To charm me with thy softness: 'tis in vain: Has yet a thousand tender things to plead, Thou canst no more betray, nor I be ruined. To charm thy rage, and mitigate his fate. The hours of folly, and of fond delight, Are wasted all, and fled; those that remain
Enter behind them ALTAMONT. Are doomed to weeping, anguish, and repent Alt. I've lost my peace-Ha! do I live and
wake? I come to charge thee with a long account Cal. Hadst thou been true, how happy had I Of all the sorrows I have known already,
been! And all I have to come; thou hast undone me. Not Altamont, but thou, hadst been my lord.
Loth. Unjust Calista! dost thou call it ruin, But wherefore named I happiness with thee? To love as we have done; to melt, to languish, It is for thee, for thee, that I am curst; To wish for somewhat exquisitely happy, For thee my secret soul each hour arraigns me, And then be blest even to that wish's height? Calls me to answer for my virtue stained, To die with joy, and straight to live again ; My honour lost to thee: for thee it haunts me, Speechless to gaze, and with tumultuous trans With stern Sciolto vowing vengeance on me, port
With Altamont complaining for his wrongs Cal. Oh, let me hear no more! I cannot bear Alt. Behold him here! (Coming forward. it;
Starting 'Tis deadly to remembrance. Let that night, Alt. The wretch, whom thou hast made! That guilty night, be blotted from the year! Curses and sorrows hast thou heaped upon Let not the voice of mirth or music know it!
him, Let it be dark and desolate; no stars
And vengeance is the only good that's left. To glitter o'er it ! let it wish for light,
[Drawing. Yet want it still, and vainly wait the dawn ! Loth. Thou hast ta'en me somewhat unawares, For 'twas the night that gave me up to shame,
'tis true: To sorrow, to the false Lothario.
But love and war take turns, like day and night, Loth. Hear this, ye powers ! mark, how the And little preparation serves my turn, fair deceiver
Equal to both, and armed for either field. Sadly complains of violated truth;
We've long been foes; this moment ends our She calls me false, even she, the faithless she,
quarrel ; Whom day and night, whom heaven and earth Earth, Heaven, and fair Calista, judge the comhave heard
bat ! Sighing to yow, and tenderly protest,
Cal. Destruction! Fury! Sorrow! Shame! Ten thousand times, she would be only mine;
and Death! And yet, behold, she has given herself away, Alt. Thou hast talked too much, thy breath is Fled from my arms, and wedded to another,
poison to me; Even to the man whom most I hate on earth.-It taints the ambient air: this for my fatherCal. Art thou so base to upbraid me with a This for Sciolto- and this last for Altamont. crime,
[They fight; LOTHARIO is wounded Which nothing but thy cruelty could cause ?
once or twice, and then falls. If indignation, raging in my soul,
Loth. Oh, Altamont! thy genius is the stronger! For thy unmanly insolence and scorn,
Thou hast prevailed !My fierce ambitious soul Urged me to do a deed of desperation,
Declining droops, and all lier fires grow pale. And wound myself to be revenged on thee, Yet let not this advantage swell thy pride; Think whom I should devote to death and hell, I conquered in my turn; in love I triumphed. Whom curse as my undoer, but Lothario! Those joys are lodged beyond the reach of fate; Hadst thou been just, not all Sciolto's power, That sweet revenge comes smiling to my thoughts, Not all the vows and prayers of sighing Altamont, Adorns my fall, and cheers my heart in dying. Could have prevailed, or won me to forsake thee.
Loth. How have I failed in justice, or in love? Cal. And what remains for me, beset with Burns not my flame as brightly as at first ?
shame, Even now my heart beats higli, I languish for Encompassed round with wretchedness? There is thee,
But this one way to break the toil, and 'scape,
[She catches up LOTHARIO's sword, Even thee, thou venerable good old man,
and offers to kill herself ; ALTA. For being author of a wretch like me.
Remember nature ! Should thy daughter's murAlt. What means thy frantic rage?
der Cal. Off! let me go.
Defile that hand, so just, so great in arms, Alt. Oh! thou hast more than murdered me; Her blood would rest upon thee to posterity, yet-still,
Pollute thy name, and sully all thy wars. Still art thou here! and my soul starts with hor Cal. Have I not wronged his gentle nature ror,
much? At thought of any danger that may reach thee. And yet behold him pleading for my life! Cal. Think'st thou I mean to live to be for- Lost as thou art to virtue, oh, Calista! given ?
I think thou canst not bear to be outdone; Oh, thou hast known but little of Calista! Then baste to die, and be obliged no more. If thou hadst never heard my shame; if only Sci. Thy pious care has given me time to think, The midnight moon and silent stars had seen it, And saved me from a crime; then rest, my sword: I would not bear to be reproached by them, To honour have I kept thee ever sacred, But dic; down deep to find a grave beneath, Nor will I stain thee with a rash revenge. And lude me from their beams.
But mark me well! I will have justice done; Sci. [within.) What, ho! my son !
Hope not to bear away thy crimes unpunished: Alt. It is Sciolto calls; come near and find me, I will see justice executed on thee, The wretchedest thing of all my kind on earth. Even to a Roman strictness; and thou, Nature,
Cal. Is it the voice of thunder, or my father! Or whatsoe'er thou art, that plead'st within me, Madness! Confusion ! let the storm come on, Be still; thy tender strugglings are in vain. Let the tumultuous roar drive all upon me; Cal. Then am I doomed to live, and bear your Dash my devoted bark, ye surges, break it!
triumph? 'Tis for my ruin that the tempest rises.
To groan beneath your scorn and fierce upbraidWhen I am lost, sunk to the bottom low,
ing, Peace shall return, and all be calm again. Daily to be reproached, and have my misery Enter SCIOLTO.
At morn, at noon, at night, told over to me,
Lest my remembrance might grow pitiful, Sci. Even now Rossano leaped the garden and grant a moment’s interval of peace! wall
Is this, is this the mercy of a father? Ha! Death has been among you—Oh, my fears ! I only beg to die, and he denies me. Last night thou had'st a difference with thy friend; Sci. Hence, from my sight! thy father cannot The cause thou gav'st me was a damned one.
bear thee; Didst thou not wrong the man who told thee Fly with thy infamy to some dark cell, truth?
Where, on the confines of eternal night, Answer me quick
Mourning, misfortune, cares, and anguish dwell; All. Oh! press me not to speak;
Where ugly shame hides her opprobrious head, Even now my heart is breaking, and the mention And death and hell detested rule maintain ; Will lay me dead before thee. See that body, There howl out the remainder of thy life, And guess my shame, my ruin! Oh, Calista!
And wish thy name may be no more rememberSci. It is enough! but I am slow to execute,
ed! And justice lingers in my lazy hand;
Cal. Yes, I will fly to some such dismal place, Thus let me wipe dishonour from my name, And be more cursed than you can wish I were ; And cut thee from the earth, thou stain to good. This fatal form, that drew on my undoing, ness !
Fasting, and tears, and hardships shall destroy ; (Offers to kill Calista, ALTAMONT holds him. Nor light, nor food, nor comfort will I know,
Alt. Stay thee, Sciolto! thou rash father, stay! Nor aught that may continue hated life. Or turn the point on me, and through my breast Then, when you see me meagre, wan, and changel, Cut out the bloody passage to Calista!
Stretched at my length, and dying in my cave, So sball my love be perfect, while for her On that cold earth I mean shall be my grave, I die, for whom alone I wished to live.
Perhaps you may relent, and sighing say, Cal. No, Altamont; my heart, that scorned thy At length her tears have washed her stains away ; love,
At length 'tis time her punishment should cease ; Shall never be indebted to thy pity.
Die, thou poor suffering wretch, and be at pence. Thus torn, defaced, and wretched as I seem,
(Erit CALISTA. Still I have something of Sciolto's virtue.
Sci. Who of my servants wait there? Yes,
s, yes, my father, I applaud thy justice; Strike home, and I will bless thee for the blow!
Enter two or three Servants. Be merciful, and free me from my pain ; Raise that body, and bear it in. On your lives 'Tis sharp, 'tis terrible, and I could curse Take care my doors be guarded well, that none The cheerful day, men, earth, and heaven, and Pass out, or enter, but by my appointment. thee,
(Exeunt Servants, with LOTHARIO's boda,
Alt. There is a fatal fury in your visage;
And longs to mingle with its kindred earth. It blazes fierce, and menaces destruction.
[A tumultuous noise, with clashing of My father, I am sick of many sorrows,
swords, as at a little distance. Even now my easy heart is breaking with them; Enter LAVINIA, with two Servants, their swords Yet, above all, one fear distracts me most;
drawn. I tremble at the vengeance which you meditate On the poor, faithless, lovely, dear Calista. Lav. Fly, swiftly fly, to my Horatio's aid, Sci. Hast thou not read what brave Virginius Nor lose your vain officious cares on me! did?
Bring me my lord, my husband, to my arms ! With his own hand he slew his only daughter, He is Lavinia's life! bring him me safe, To save her from the fierce Decemvir's lust. And I shall be at ease, be well, and happy. He slew her, yet unspotted, to prevent
[Ereunt Servants. The shame which she might know. Then what Alt. Art thou Lavinia ? Oh! what barbarous should I do?
hand, But thou hast tied my hand.— I will not kill her ; Could wrong thy poor detenceless innocence, Yet, by the ruin she has brought upon us,
And leave such marks of more than savage fury? The common infamy that brands us both,
• Lav. My brother! Oh! my heart is full of She shall not 'scape.
fears; Alt. You mean that she shall die then ? Perhaps even now my dear Horatio bleeds! Sci. Ask me not what, nor how, I have re Not far from hence, as passing to the port, solved,
By a mad multitude we were surrounded, For all within is anarchy and uproar !
Who ran upon us with uplifted swords, Oh, Altamont! What a vast scheme of joy And cried aloud for vengeance, and Lothario. Has this one day destroyed? Well did I hope My lord, with ready boldness, stood the shock, This daughter would have blest my latter days; To shelter me from danger; but in vain, That I should live to see you the world's wonder, Had not a party from Sciolto's palace So happy, great, and good, that none were like Rushed out, and snatched me from amidst the fray. you.
Alt. What of my friend? While I, from busy life and care set free,
Lav. Ha! by my joys, 'tis he! (Looking out. Had spent the evening of my age at home, He lives, he comes to bless me! he is safe! Among a little prattling race of yours ! There, like an old man, talked awhile, and then
Enter Horatio, with two or three Servants, Lain down and slept in peace. Instead of this,
their swords drawn. Sorrow and shame must bring me to my grave 1st Ser. 'Twere at the utmost hazard of your Oh, damn her! damn her!
To venture forth again, till we are stronger :
Their number trebles ours.
Hor. No matter; let it: Rossano, who but now escaped the garden, Death is not half so shocking as that traitor. Has gathered in the street a band of rioters, My honest soul is mad with indignation, Who threaten you, and all your friends, with To think her plainness could be so abused, ruin,
As to mistake that wretch, and call him friend; Unless Lothario be returned in safety. (Erit. I cannot bear the sight.
Sci. By Heaven, their fury rises to my wish, Alt. Open, thou earth,
Would our ill fortune had not drove us hither!
us, To join with us, and sacrifice io justice. That gracious power that saved us for each other :
(Exit Sciolto. And, to adorn the sacrifice of praise, Alt. There is a stupid weight upon my senses ;
Offer forgiveness too; be thou like Heaven,
And put away the offences of thy friend,
Alt. I have marked him,
That would, by sympathy, at meeting glow,
'Tis lost, 'tis gone ; his soul is quite estranged,
And knows'me for its counterpart no more! But, Oh! had I been wronged by thee, Horatio, Hor: Thou know’st thy rule, thy empire in Ho- There is a yielding softness in my heart ratio ;
Could ne'er have stood it out; but I had ran, Nor canst thou ask in vain, command in vain, With streaming eyes, and open arms, upon thee, Where nature, reason, nay, where love is judge; And pressed thee close, close ! But when you urge my temper to comply
Hor. I must hear no more ; With what it most abhors, I cannot do it. Thy weakness is contagious; I shall catch it, Lav. Where didst thou get this sullen gloomy And be a tame, fond wretch. hate ?
Lav. Where wouldst thou go? It was not in thy nature to be thus ;
Wouldst thou part thus ? you shall not, 'tis ithCome; put it off, and let thy heart be cheerful !
possible; Be gay again, and know the joys of friendship, For I will bar thy passage, kneeling thus : The trust, security, and mutual tenderness, Perhaps, thy cruel hand may spurn me off, The double joys, where each is glad for both; But I will throw my body in thy way, Friendship, the wealth, the last retreat and And thou shalt trample o'er my faithful bosom, strength,
Tread on me, wound me, kill me, ere thou pas, Secure against ill fortune, and the world.
Alt. Urge not in vain thy pious suit, Lavina, Hor. I am not apt to take a light offence, I have enough to rid me of my pain. But patient of the failings of my friends, Calista, thou hadst reached my heart before ; And willing to forgive; but when an injury To make all sure, my friend repeats the blow : Stabs to the heart, and rouses my resentment, But in the grave our cares shall be forgotten, (Perhaps it is the fault of my rude nature) There love and friendship cease.
. I own I cannot easily forgive it,
(LAVINIA runs to him, and endeavours to raise Alt. Thou hast forgot me!
him. Hor. No.
Lav. Speak to me, Altamont !Alt. Why are thy eyes
He faints! He dies ! Now, turn and see thy trImpatient of me then, scornful, and fierce ?
umph! Hor. Because they speak the meaning of my My brother ! But our cares shall end together ; heart;
Here will I lay me down by thy dear side, Because they're honest, and disdain a villain ! Bemoan thy too hard fate, then share it with Alt. I've wronged thee much, Horatio.
thee, Hor. True, thou hast.
And never see my cruel lord again. When I forget it, may I be a wretch,
[HORATIO runs to ALTAMONT, and raises kan Vile as thyself, a false perfidious fellow,
in his arms. An infamous, believing, British husband.
Hor. It is too much to bear! Look up, my Alt. I've wronged thee much, and Heaven has
Altamont ! well avenged it.
My stubborn, unrelenting heart has killed him. I have not, since we parted, been at peace, Look up and bless me! tell me that thou liv'st! Nor known one joy sincere; our broken friend-Oh! I have urged thy gentleness too far; ship
(He revica Pursued me to the last retreat of love,
Do thou and my Lavinia both forgive me; Stood glating like a ghost, and made me cold with A flood of tenderness comes o'er my soul ; horror.
I cannot speak-I love, forgive, and pity thee, Misfortunes on misfortunes press upon me, Alt. I thought that nothing could have stayed Swell o'er my head like waves, and dash me down; Sorrow, remorse, and shame, have torn my soul; That long ere this her flight had reached the They hang, like winter, on my youthful hopes,
stars; And blast the spring and proniise of my year. But thy known voice has lured her back again. Lav. So flowers are gathered to adorn a grave, Methinks, 1 fain would set all right with thee
, To lose their freshness amongst bones and rot- Make up this most unlucky breach, and then, tenness,
With thine and Heaven's forgiveness on my soul, And have their odours stifled in the dust. Shrink to my grave, and be at ease for ever. Canst thou hear this, thou cruel, hard Horatio ?
Hor. By Heaven, my heart bleeds for thee; Canst thou behold thy Altamont undone ?
even this moment, That gentle, that dear youth! canst thou behold I feel thy pangs of disappointed love. him,
Is it not pity that this youth should fall, His poor heart broken, death in his pale visage, That all his wondrous goodness should be lost, And groaning out his woes, yet stand unmoved? | And the world never know it? Oh, my Altamont !
Hor. The brave and wise I pity in misfortune; Give me thy sorrows, let me bear them for thee, But when ingratitude and folly suffers,
And shelter thee from ruin ! 'Tis weakness to be touched.
Lav. Oh, my brother, Alt. I will not ask thee
Think not but we will share in all thy woes; To pity or forgive me; but confess,
We'll sit all day, and tell sad tales of love: This scorn, this insolence of hate, is just ; And when we light upon some faithless womar, 'Tis constancy of mind, and manly in thee. Some beauty, like Calista, false and fair,
We'll fix our grief, and our complaining there;
And mourn the youth that was, like thee, undone.
Ascend, ye ghosts, fantastic forms of night, SCENE I.-A Room hung with black; on one In all your different dreadful shapes ascend,
side LOTHARIO's body on a bier ; on the other And match the present horror, if ye can!
Sci. This dead of night, this silent hour of CALISTA is discovered on a couch, in black; her
darkness, hair hanging loose and disordered. After soft Nature for rest ordained, and soft repose ; music, she rises and comes forward.
And yet distraction, and tumultuous jars,
Keep all our frighted citizens awake:
The senate, weak, divided, and irresolute,
Vainly in words and long debates they're wise, And fill the wretch who wakes with fear ; While the fierce factions scorn their peaceful orYou, who wunder, scream and groun
ders, Round the mansions once your own ;
And drown the voice of law in noise and anarYou, who still your crimes upbraid ;
chy. You, who rest not with the dead ;
Amidst the general wreck, see where she stands, From the coverts where you stray,
[Pointing to Calista. Where you lurk and shun the day,
Like Helen, in the night when Troy was sacked, From the charnel and the tomb,
Spectatress of the mischief which she made. Hither haste ye, hither come.
Cal. It is Sciolto ! Be thyself, my soul ;
Be strong to bear his fatal indignation, Chide Calista for delay,
That he may see thou art not lost so far, Tell her, 'tis for her you stay ;
But somewhat still of his great spirit lives Bid her die and come away.
In the forlorn Calista. See the se.rton with his spade,
Sci. Thou wert once See the grave already made ;
My daughter. Listen, fair one, to thy knell,
Cal. Happy were it had I died, This music is thy passing bell.
And never lost that name!
Sci. That's something yet; Cul. 'Tis well! these solemn sounds, this pomp Thou wert the very darling of my age: of horror,
I thought the day too short to gaze upon thee, Are fit to feed the frenzy in my soul.
That all the blessings I could gather for thee, Here's room for meditation even to madness; By cares on earth, and by my prayers to HeaTill the mind burst with thinking. This dull
Were little for my fondness to bestow; Sleeps in the socket. Sure the book was left Why didst thou turn to folly, then, and curse To tell me something; for instruction thenHe teaches holy sorrow and contrition,
Cal. Because my soul was rudely drawn from And penitence. Is it become an art, then?
yours ; A trick, that lazy, dull, luxurious gownmen A poor imperfect copy of my father, Can teach us to do over? I'll no more on't; Where goodness, and the strength of manly vir(Throwing away the book.
tue, I have more real anguish in my heart,
Was thinly planted, and the idle void Than all their pedant discipline e'er knew. Filled with light belief, and easy fondness; What charnel has been rifled for these bones? It was, because I loved, and was a woman. Fie! this is pageantry; they look uncouthly. Sci. Hadst thou been honest, thou hadst been But what of that, if he or she, that owned
a cherubim ; them,
But of that joy, as of a gem long lost, Safe from disquiet sit, and smile to see Beyond redemption gone, think we no more. The farce their miserable relics play?
Hast thou e'er dared to meditate on death? But here's a sight is terrible indeed!
Cal. I have, as on the end of shame and sorIs this that haughty, gallant, gay, Lothario? That dear perfidious-Ah ! how pale he looks! Sci. Ha! answer me ! Say, hast thou coolly How grim with clotted blood, and those dead thought ? eyes !
'Tis not the stoick's lessons got by rote,