Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MOURNING BRIDE, by WILLIAM CONGREVE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The time has been when plays were not so plenty Last Line: Which was an offering to the sex designed. Subject(s): Impostors & Imposture; Mistaken Identity; Suicide; Tragedy | ||||||||
PROLOGUE THE time has been when plays were not so plenty. And a less number new would well content ye. New plays did then like almanacs appear; And one was thought sufficient for a year: Though they are more like almanacs of late; For in one year, I think, they're out of date. Nor were they without reason joined together; For just as one prognosticates the weather, How plentiful the crop, or scarce the grain, What peals of thunder, and what showers of rain; So t'other can foretell, by certain rules, What crops of coxcombs, or what floods of fools. In such like prophecies were poets skilled, Which now they find in their own tribe fulfilled: The dearth of wit they did so long presage, Is fallen on us, and almost starves the stage. Were you not grieved as often as you saw Poor actors thrash such empty sheafs of straw? Toiling and labouring at their lungs' expense, To start a jest, or force a little sense. Hard fate for us! still harder in the event; Our authors sin, but we alone repent. Still they proceed, and, at our charge, write worse. 'Twere some amends if they could reimburse: But there's the devil, though their cause is lost, There's no recovering damages or cost. Good wits, forgive this liberty we take, Since custom gives the losers leave to speak. But if provoked, your dreadful wrath remains, Take your revenge upon the coming scenes: For that damned poet's spared who damns a brother As one thief 'scapes that executes another. Thus far alone does to the wits relate; But from the rest we hope a better fate. To please and move has been our poet's theme, Art may direct, but nature is his aim; And nature missed, in vain he boasts his art, For only nature can affect the heart. Then freely judge the scenes that shall ensue; But as with freedom, judge with candour too. He would not lose through prejudice his cause, Nor would obtain precariously applause; Impartial censure he requests from all, Prepared by just decrees to stand or fall. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ MANUEL, the King of Granada. GONSALEZ, his Favourite. GARCIA, Son to GONSALEZ. PEREZ, Captain of the Guards. ALONZO, an Officer, creature to GONSALEZ. OSMYN, a noble Prisoner. HELI, a Prisoner, his Friend. SELIM, a Eunuch. ALMERIA, the Princess of Granada. ZARA, a captive Queen. LEONORA, chief Attendant on the Princess. ALMERIA'S Women, Eunuchs and Mutes attending ZARA, Guards, Prisoners, and Attendants. SCENEGRANADA. ACT THE FIRST SCENE I A Room of State in the Palace The curtain rising slowly to soft music, discovers ALMERIA in mourning, LEONORA waiting in mourning. After the music, ALMERIA rises from her chair and comes forward. ALM. Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I've read that things inanimate have moved, And, as with living souls, have been informed, By magic numbers and persuasive sound. What then am I? Am I more senseless grown Than trees or flint? O force of constant woe! 'Tis not in harmony to calm my griefs. Anselmo sleeps, and is at peace; last night The silent tomb received the good old king; He and his sorrows now are safely lodged Within its cold but hospitable bosom. Why am not I at peace? Leon. Dear madam, cease, Or moderate your griefs; there is no cause Alm. No cause! peace, peace; there is eternal cause, And misery eternal will succeed. Thou canst not tellthou hast indeed no cause. Leon. Believe me, madam, I lament Anselmo, And always did compassionate his fortune: Have often wept to see how cruelly Your father kept in chains his fellow-king: And oft at night when all have been retired, Have stolen from bed, and to his prison crept; Where, while his jailor slept, I through the grate Have softly whispered, and inquired his health; Sent in my sighs and prayers for his deliverance; For sighs and prayers were all that I could offer. Alm. Indeed thou hast a soft and gentle nature, That thus couldst melt to see a stranger's wrongs. O Leonora, hadst thou known Anselmo, How would thy heart have bled to see his sufferings. Thou hadst no cause, but general compassion. Leon. Love of my royal mistress gave me cause, My love of you begot my grief for him; For I had heard that when the chance of war Had blessed Anselmo's arms with victory, And the rich spoil of all the field, and you, The glory of the whole, were made the prey Of his success; that then, in spite of hate, Revenge, and that hereditary feud Between Valentia's and Granada's kings, He did endear himself to your affection, By all the worthy and indulgent ways His most industrious goodness could invent; Proposing by a match between Alphonso His son, the brave Valentia prince, and you, To end the long dissension, and unite The jarring crowns. Alm. Alphonso! O Alphonso! Thou too art quietlong hast been at peace Both, bothfather and son are now no more. Then why am I? O when shall I have rest? Why do I live to say you are no more? Why are all these things thus?Is it of force? Is there necessity I must be miserable? Is it of moment to the peace of Heaven That I should be afflicted thus?If not, Why is it thus contrived? Why are things laid By some unseen hand so, as of sure consequence, They must to me bring curses, grief of heart, The last distress of life, and sure despair? Leon. Alas, you search too far, and think too deeply! Alm. Why was I carried to Anselmo's court? Or there, why was I used so tenderly? Why not ill-treated like an enemy? For so my father would have used his child. O Alphonso! Alphonso! Devouring seas have washed thee from my sight, No time shall raze thee from my memory; No, I will live to be thy monument; The cruel ocean is no more thy tomb: But in my heart thou art interred; there, there, Thy dear resemblance is for ever fixed; My love, my lord, my husband still, though lost. Leon. Husband! O Heavens! Alm. Alas! what have I said? My grief has hurried me beyond all thought: I would have kept that secret; though I know Thy love and faith to me deserve all confidence. But 'tis the wretch's comfort still to have Some small reserve of near and inward woe, Some unsuspected hoard of darling grief, Which they unseen may wail, and weep and mourn, And, glutton-like, alone devour. Leon. Indeed I knew not this. Alm. O no, thou know'st not half, Know'st nothing of my sorrows.If thou didst If I should tell thee, wouldst thou pity me? Tell me; I know thou wouldst, thou art compassionate. Leon. Witness these tears! Alm. I thank thee, Leonora, Indeed I do, for pitying thy sad mistress; For 'tis, alas! the poor prerogative Of greatness, to be wretched and unpitied. But I did promise I would tell theewhat? My miseries? thou dost already know 'em; And when I told thee thou didst nothing know, It was because thou didst not know Alphonso: For to have known my loss, thou must have known His worth, his truth, and tenderness of love. Leon. The memory of that brave prince stands fair In all report And I have heard imperfectly his loss! But fearful to renew your troubles past, I never did presume to ask the story. Alm. If for my swelling heart I can, I'll tell thee. I was a welcome captive in Valentia, Even on the day when Manuel my father Led on his conquering troops, high as the gates Of King Anselmo's palace; which in rage, And heat of war, and dire revenge, he fired. The good king flying to avoid the flames, Started amidst his foes, and made captivity His fatal refuge.Would that I had fallen Amid those flames!but 'twas not so decreed. Alphonso, who foresaw my father's cruelty, Had borne the queen and me on board a ship Ready to sail; and when this news was brought, We put to sea; but being betrayed by some Who knew our flight, we closely were pursued, And almost taken; when a sudden storm Drove us, and those that followed, on the coast Of Afric; there our vessel struck the shore, And bulging 'gainst a rock was lashed in pieces! But Heaven spared me for yet much more affliction! Conducting them who followed us to shun The shoal, and save me floating on the waves, While the good queen and my Alphonso perished. Leon. Alas! were you then wedded to Alphonso? Alm. That day, that fatal day our hands were joined. For when my lord beheld the ship pursuing, And saw her rate so far exceeding ours; He came to me, and begged me by my love, I would consent the priest should make us one; That whether death or victory ensued, I might be his beyond the power of fate: The queen too did assist his suitI granted; And in one day, was wedded and a widow. Leon. Indeed 'twas mournful. Alm. 'Twas as I have told thee, For which I mourn, and will for ever mourn; Nor will I change these black and dismal robes, Or ever dry these swollen and watery eyes; Or ever taste content, or peace of heart, While I have life, and thought of my Alphonso. Leon. Look down, good Heaven, with pity on her sorrows, And grant that time may bring her some relief. Alm. O no, time gives increase to my afflictions. The circling hours, that gather all the woes, Which are diffused through the revolving year, Come, heavy-laden with the oppressing weight, To me; with me, successively, they leave The sighs, the tears, the groans, the restless cares, And all the damps of grief, that did retard their flight; They shake their downy wings, and scatter all The dire collected dews on my poor head; Then fly with joy and swiftness from me. Leon. Hark! The distant shouts proclaim your father's triumph. [Shouts at a distance. O cease, for Heaven's sake, assuage a little This torrent of your grief; for much I fear 'Twill urge his wrath to see you drowned in tears, When joy appears in every other face. Alm. And joy he brings to every other heart, But double, double weight of woe to mine; For with him Garcia comesGarcia, to whom I must be sacrificed, and all the vows I gave my dear Alphonso basely broken. No, it shall never be; for I will die; First, die ten thousand deaths!Look down, look down, [Kneels. Alphonso, hear the sacred vow I make; One moment cease to gaze on perfect bliss, And bend thy glorious eyes to earth and me; And thou, Anselmo, if yet thou art arrived, Through all impediments of purging fire, To that bright Heaven, where my Alphonso reigns, Behold thou also, and attend my vow. If ever I do yield, or give consent, By any action, word, or thought, to wed Another lord, may then just Heaven shower down Unheard-of curses on me, greater far (If such there be in angry Heaven's vengeance) Than any I have yet endured.And now [Rising. My heart has some relief; having so well Discharged this debt, incumbent on my love. Yet one thing more I would engage from thee. Leon. My heart, my life, and will, are only yours. Alm. I thank thee. 'Tis but this; anon, when all Are wrapped and busied in the general joy, Thou wilt withdraw, and privately with me Steal forth, to visit good Anselmo's tomb. Leon. Alas! I fear some fatal resolution. Alm. No, on my life, my faith, I mean no ill, Nor violence. I feel myself more light, And more at large, since I have made this vow. Perhaps I would repeat it there more solemnly. 'Tis that, or some such melancholy thought, Upon my word, no more. Leon. I will attend you. Enter ALONZO. Alon. The Lord Gonsalez comes to tell your highness The king is just arrived. Alm. Conduct him in. [Exit ALONZO. That's his pretence; his errand is, I know, To fill my ears with Garcia's valiant deeds, And gild and magnify his son's exploits. But I am armed with ice around my heart, Not to be warmed with words, or idle eloquence. Enter GONSALEZ. Gon. Be every day of your long life like this! The sun, bright conquest, and your brighter eyes, Have all conspired to blaze promiscuous light, And bless this day with most unequalled lustre. Your royal father, my victorious lord, Loaden with spoils, and ever-living laurel, Is entering now in martial pomp the palace. Five hundred mules precede his solemn march, Which groan beneath the weight of Moorish wealth; Chariots of war, adorned with glittering gems Succeed; and next, a hundred neighing steeds, White as the fleecy rain on Alpine hills, That bound and foam, and champ the golden bit, As they disdained the victory they grace. Prisoners of war in shining fetters follow: And captains, of the noblest blood of Afric, Sweat by his chariot wheel, and lick and grind, With gnashing teeth, the dust his triumphs raise. The swarming populace spread every wall, And cling, as if with claws they did enforce Their hold through clifted stones, stretching and staring, As if they were all eyes, and every limb Would feed its faculty of admiration: While you alone retire, and shun this sight; This sight, which is indeed not seen (though twice The multitude should gaze) in absence of your eyes. Alm. My lord, my eyes ungratefully behold The gilded trophies of exterior honours. Nor will my ears be charmed with sounding words, Or pompous phrase; the pageantry of souls. But that my father is returned in safety, I bend to Heaven with thanks. Gon. Excellent princess! But 'tis a task unfit for my weak age, With dying words, to offer at your praise. Garcia, my son, your beauty's lowest slave, Has better done, in proving with his sword The force and influence of your matchless charms. Alm. I doubt not of the worth of Garcia's deeds, Which had been brave, though I had ne'er been born. Leon. Madam, the king! [Flourish. Alm. My women! I would meet him. [Attendants to ALMERIA enter in mourning. SCENE II The Same Symphony of warlike music. Enter MANUEL, attended by GARCIA and several Officers. Files of Prisoners in chains, and Guards, who are ranged in order round the stage. ALMERIA, attended by LEONORA, advances to meet MANUEL, and kneels; afterwards GONSALEZ kneels, and kisses MANUEL'S hand, while GARCIA does the same to ALMERIA. Man. Almeria, rise!My best Gonsalez, rise! What, tears! my good old friend! Gon. But tears of joy. Believe me, sir, to see you thus has filled My eyes with more delight than they can hold. Man. By Heaven, thou lovest me, and I'm pleased thou dost! Take it for thanks, old man, that I rejoice To see thee weep on this occasion.Some Here are, who seem to mourn at our success! Why is't, Almeria, that you meet our eyes, Upon this solemn day, in these sad weeds? In opposition to my brightness, you And yours are all like daughters of affliction. Alm. Forgive me, sir, if I in this offend. The year, which I have vowed to pay to Heaven In mourning and strict life for my deliverance From wreck and death, wants yet to be expired. Man. Your zeal to Heaven is great, so is your debt: Yet something too is due to me, who gave That life which Heaven preserved. A day bestowed In filial duty, had atoned and given A dispensation to your vowNo more. 'Twas weak and wilfuland a woman's error. Yetupon thought, it doubly wounds my sight, To see that sable worn upon the day Succeeding that, in which our deadliest foe, Hated Anselmo, was interred.By Heaven, It looks as thou didst mourn for him! just so, Thy senseless vow appeared to bear its date, Not from that hour wherein thou wert preserved, But that wherein the cursed Alphonso perished. Ha! what! thou dost not weep to think of that? Gon. Have patience, royal sir; the princess weeps To have offended you. If fate decreed One pointed hour should be Alphonso's loss, And her deliverance; is she to blame? Man. I tell thee she's to blame not to have feasted When my first foe was laid in earth, such enmity, Such detestation, bears my blood to his; My daughter should have revelled at his death, She should have made these palace walls to shake, And all this high and ample roof to ring With her rejoicings. What, to mourn, and weep; Then, then to weep, and pray, and grieve! By Heaven, There's not a slave, a shackled slave of mine, But should have smiled that hour, through all his care, And shook his chains in transport and rude harmony! Gon. What she has done was in excess of goodness; Betrayed by too much piety, to seem As if she had offended.Sure, no more. Man. To seem is to commit, at this conjuncture. I wo' not have a seeming sorrow seen To-day.Retire, divest yourself with speed Of that offensive black; on me be all The violation of your vow: for you, It shall be your excuse, that I command it. Gar. [Kneeling.] Your pardon, sir, if I presume so far, As to remind you of your gracious promise. Man. Rise, GarciaI forgot. Yet stay, Almeria. Alm. My boding heart!What is your pleasure, sir? Man. Draw near, and give your hand; and, Garcia, yours: Receive this lord, as one whom I have found Worthy to be your husband, and my son. Gar. Thus let me kneel to takeO not to take But to devote and yield myself for ever The slave and creature of my royal mistress! Gon. O let me prostrate pay my worthless thanks Man. No more; my promise long since passed, thy services, And Garcia's well-tried valour, all oblige me. This day we triumph; but to-morrow's sun, Garcia, shall shine to grace thy nuptials. Alm. Oh! [Faints. Gar. She faints! help to support her. Gon. She recovers. Man. A fit of bridal fear; how is't, Almeria? Alm. A sudden chillness seizes on my spirits. Your leave, sir, to retire. Man. Garcia, conduct her. [GARCIA leads ALMERIA to the door and returns. This idle vow hangs on her woman's fears. I'll have a priest shall preach her from her faith, And make it sin not to renounce that vow Which I'd have broken. Enter ALONZO. Now, what would Alonzo? Alon. Your beauteous captive, Zara, is arrived, And with a train as if she still were wife To Abucacim, and the Moor had conquered. Man. It is our will she should be so attended. Bear hence these prisoners. Garcia, which is he, Of whose mute valour you relate such wonders? [Prisoners led off. Gar. Osmyn, who led the Moorish horse; but he, Great sir, at her request, attends on Zara. Man. He is your prisoner; as you please dispose him. Gar. I would oblige him, but he shuns my kindness; And with a haughty mien, and stern civility, Dumbly declines all offers: if he speak, 'Tis scarce above a word; as he were born Alone to do, and did disdain to talk; At least, to talk where he must not command. Man. Such sullenness, and in a man so brave, Must have some other cause than his captivity. Did Zara, then, request he might attend her? Gar. My lord, she did. Man. That, joined with his behaviour, Begets a doubt. I'd have 'em watched; perhaps Her chains hang heavier on him than his own. Enter ZARA and OSMYN bound, conducted by PEREZ and a Guard, and attended by SELIM and several Mutes and Eunuchs in a train. What welcome and what honours, beauteous Zara, A king and conqueror can give, are yours. A conqueror indeed, where you are won; Who with such lustre strike admiring eyes, That had our pomp been with your presence graced, The expecting crowd had been deceived; and seen Their monarch enter not triumphant, but In pleasing triumph led; your beauty's slave. Zara. If I on any terms could condescend, To like captivity, or think those honours Which conquerors in courtesy bestow, Of equal value with unborrowed rule, And native right to arbitrary sway; I might be pleased, when I behold this train With usual homage wait. But when I feel These bonds, I look with loathing on myself; And scorn vile slavery, though doubly hid Beneath mock-praises, and dissembled state. Man. Those bonds! 'twas my command you should be free. How durst you, Perez, disobey? Per. Great sir, Your order was, she should not wait your triumph; But at some distance follow, thus attended. Man. 'Tis false! 'twas more; I bid she should be free: If not in words, I bid it by my eyes. Her eyes did more than bid.Free her and hers With speedyet staymy hands alone can make Fit restitution here.Thus I release you, And by releasing you, enslave myself. Zara. Such favours so conferred, though when unsought, Deserve acknowledgment from noble minds. Such thanks, as one hating to be obliged, Yet hating more ingratitude, can pay, I offer. Man. Born to excel, and to command! As by transcendent beauty to attract All eyes, so by pre-eminence of soul To rule all hearts. Garcia, what's he, who with contracted brow [Beholding OSMYN as they unbind him. And sullen port, glooms downward with his eyes; At once regardless of his chains, or liberty? Gar. That, sir, is he of whom I spoke; that's Osmyn. Man. He answers well the character you gave him. Whence comes it, valiant Osmyn, that a man So great in arms, as thou art said to be, So hardly can endure captivity, The common chance of war? Osm. Because captivity Has robbed me of a dear and just revenge. Man. I understand not that. Osm. I would not have you. Zara. That gallant Moor in battle lost a friend, Whom more than life he loved; and the regret Of not revenging on his foes that loss Has caused this melancholy and despair. Man. She does excuse him; 'tis as I suspected. [To GONSALEZ. Gon. That friend may be herself; seem not to heed His arrogant reply: she looks concerned. Man. I'll have inquiry made; perhaps his friend Yet lives, and is a prisoner. His name? Zara. Heli. Man. Garcia, that search shall be your care: It shall be mine to pay devotion here: At this fair shrine to lay my laurels down, And raise Love's altar on the spoils of war. Conquest and triumph, now, are mine no more: Nor will I victory in camps adore: For, lingering there, in long suspense she stands, Shifting the prize in unresolving hands: Unused to wait, I broke through her delay, Fixed her by force, and snatched the doubtful day. Now late I find that war is but her sport; In love the goddess keeps her awful court: Fickle in fields, unsteadily she flies, But rules with settled sway in Zara's eyes. [Exeunt. ACT THE SECOND SCENE I The Aisle of a Temple Enter GARCIA, HELI, and PEREZ. GAR. This way, we're told, Osmyn was seen to walk; Choosing this lonely mansion of the dead, To mourn, brave Heli, thy mistaken fate. Heli. Let Heaven with thunder to the centre strike me If to arise in very deed from death, And to revisit with my long-closed eyes This living light, could to my soul or sense, Afford a thought, or show a glimpse of joy, In least proportion to the vast delight I feel to hear of Osmyn's name; to hear That Osmyn lives, and I again shall see him! Gar. I've heard, with admiration, of your friendship. Per. Yonder, my lord, behold the noble Moor. Heli. Where? where? Gar. I saw him not, nor any like him. Per. I saw him, when I spoke, thwarting my view, And striding with distempered haste; his eyes Seemed flame, and flashed upon me with a glance; Then forward shot their fires, which he pursued, As to some object frightful, yet not feared. Gar. Let's haste to follow him, and know the cause. Heli. My lord, let me entreat you to forbear: Leave me alone to find, and cure the cause. I know his melancholy, and such starts Are usual to his temper. It might raise him To act some violence upon himself, So to be caught in an unguarded hour, And when his soul gives all her passions way Secure and loose in friendly solitude. I know his noble heart would burst with shame, To be surprised by strangers in its frailty. Gar. Go, generous Heli, and relieve your friend. Far be it from me, officiously to pry Or press upon the privacies of others. [Exit HELI. Perez, the king expects from our return To have his jealousy confirmed or cleared, Of that appearing love which Zara bears To Osmyn; but some other opportunity Must make that plain. Per. To me 'twas long since plain, And every look from him and her confirms it. Gar. If so, unhappiness attends their love, And I could pity 'em. I hear some coming. The friends perhaps are met; let us avoid 'em. [They retire. Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. Alm. It was a fancied noise, for all is hushed. Leon. It bore the accent of a human voice. Alm. It was thy fear, or else some transient wind Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle. We'll listen. Leon. Hark! Alm. No, all is hushed, and still as death.'Tis dreadful! How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arched and ponderous roof, By its own weight made steadfast and immovable, Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voicemy own affrights me with its echoes. Leon. Let us return; the horrors of this place, And silence, will increase your melancholy. Alm. It may my fears, but cannot add to that. No, I will on; show me Anselmo's tomb, Lead me o'er bones and skulls and mouldering earth Of human bodies; for I'll mix with them. Or wind me in the shroud of some pale corse Yet green in earth, rather than be the bride Of Garcia's more detested bed: that thought Exerts my spirits; and my present fears Are lost in dread of greater ill. Then show me. Lead me, for I am bolder grown: lead on Where I may kneel, and pay my vows again To him, to Heaven, and my Alphonso's soul. Leon. I go: but Heaven can tell with what regret. [Exeunt. SCENE II The Vaults of the Temple The Scene opening discovers a place of tombs. One monument fronting the view greater than the rest. Enter HELI. Heli. I wander through this maze of monuments, Yet cannot find him.Hark! sure 'tis the voice Of one complaining.There it sounds: I'll follow it. [Exit. Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. Leon. Behold the sacred vault, within whose womb The poor remains of good Anselmo rest; Yet fresh and unconsumed by time or worms! What do I see? O Heaven! either my eyes Are false, or still the marble door remains Unclosed: the iron gates that lead to death Beneath, are still wide-stretched upon their hinge, And staring on us with unfolded leaves. Alm. Sure 'tis the friendly yawn of death for me; And that dumb mouth, significant in show, Invites me to the bed where I alone Shall rest; shows me the grave, where nature, weary And long oppressed with woes and bending cares, May lay the burden down, and sink in slumbers Of peace eternal. Death, grim death, will fold Me in his leaden arms, and press me close To his cold clayey breast; my father then Will cease his tyranny; and Garcia too Will fly my pale deformity with loathing. My soul, enlarged from its vile bonds, will mount, And range the starry orbs, and milky ways, Of that refulgent world, where I shall swim In liquid light, and float on seas of bliss To my Alphonso's soul. O joy too great! O ecstacy of thought! Help me, Anselmo; Help me, Alphonso: take me, reach thy hand; To thee, to thee I call, to thee, Alphonso: O Alphonso! OSMYN ascends from the tomb. Osm. Who calls that wretched thing that was Alphonso? Alm. Angels, and all the host of Heaven, support me! Osm. Whence is that voice, whose shrillness, from the grave, And growing to his father's shroud, roots up Alphonso? Alm. Mercy! providence! O speak! Speak to it quickly, quickly! speak to me, Comfort me, help me, hold me, hide me, hide me, Leonora, in thy bosom, from the light, And from my eyes! Osm. Amazement and illusion! Rivet and nail me where I stand, ye powers; [Coming forward. That motionless I may be still deceived. Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve That tender, lovely form of painted air, So like Almeria. Ha! it sinks, it falls; I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade. 'Tis life! 'tis warm! 'tis she! 'tis she herself! Nor dead nor shade, but breathing and alive! It is Almeria, 'tis, it is my wife! Enter HELI. Leon. Alas, she stirs not yet, nor lifts her eyes. He too is fainting.Help me, help me, stranger, Whoe'er thou art, and lend thy hand to raise These bodies. Heli. Ha! 'tis he! and with Almeria! O miracle of happiness! O joy Unhoped for! does Almeria live! Osm. Where is she? Let me behold and touch her, and be sure 'Tis she; show me her face, and let me feel Her lips with mine.'Tis she, I'm not deceived; I taste her breath, I warmed her and am warmed. Look up, Almeria, bless me with thy eyes; Look on thy love, thy lover, and thy husband. Alm. I've sworn I'll not wed Garcia; why d'ye force me? Is this a father? Osm. Look on thy Alphonso. Thy father is not here, my love, nor Garcia: Nor am I what I seem, but thy Alphonso. Wilt thou not know me? Hast thou then forgot me? Hast thou thy eyes, yet canst not see Alphonso? Am I so altered, or art thou so changed, That seeing my disguise, thou seest not me? Alm. It is, it is Alphonso! 'tis his face, His voice! I know him now, I know him all. O take me to thy arms, and bear me hence, Back to the bottom of the boundless deep, To seas beneath, where thou so long hast dwelt. O how hast thou returned? how hast thou charmed The wildness of the waves and rocks to this? That thus relenting, they have given thee back To earth, to light and life, to love and me. Osm. Oh I'll not ask, nor answer how, or why We both have backward trod the paths of fate, To meet again in life; to know I have thee, Is knowing more than any circumstance Or means by which I have thee. To fold thee thus, to press thy balmy lips, And gaze upon thy eyes, is so much joy, I have not leisure to reflect, or know, Or trifle time in thinking. Alm. Stay a while Let me look on thee, yet a little more. Osm. What wouldst thou? thou dost put me from thee. Alm. Yes. Osm. And why? what dost thou mean? why dost thou gaze so? Alm. I know not; 'tis to see thy face, I think It is too much! too much to bear and live! To see him thus again is such profusion Of joy, of blissI cannot bearI must Be madI cannot be transported thus. Osm. Thou excellence, thou joy, thou heaven of love! Alm. Where hast thou been? and how art thou alive? How is all this? All-powerful Heaven, what are we! O my strained heart!let me again behold thee, For I weep to see thee.Art thou not paler? Much, much; how thou art changed! Osm. Not in my love. Alm. No, no, thy griefs, I know, have done this to thee. Thou hast wept much, Alphonso; and, I fear, Too much, too tenderly lamented me. Osm. Wrong not my love, to say too tenderly. No more, my life; talk not of tears or grief; Affliction is no more, now thou art found. Why dost thou weep, and hold thee from my arms; My arms which ache to fold thee fast, and grow To thee with twining? Come, come to my heart. Alm. I will, for I should never look enough. They would have married me; but I had sworn To Heaven and thee, and sooner would have died. Osm. Perfection of all faithfulness and love! Alm. Indeed I would.Nay, I would tell thee all, If I could speak; how I have mourned and prayed; For I have prayed to thee as to a saint: And thou hast heard my prayer; for thou art come To my distress, to my despair, which Heaven Could only by restoring thee have cured. Osm. Grant me but life, good Heaven, but length of days, To pay some part, some little of this debt, This countless sum of tenderness and love, For which I stand engaged in this all-excellence: Then bear me in a whirlwind to my fate, Snatch me from life, and cut me short unwarned; Then, then 'twill be enough!I shall be old, I shall have lived beyond all eras then Of yet unmeasured time; when I have made This exquisite, this most amazing goodness, Some recompense of love and matchless truth. Alm. 'Tis more than recompense to see thy face If Heaven is greater joy, it is no happiness, For 'tis not to be borne.What shall I say? I have a thousand things to know, and ask, And speak.That thou art here, beyond all hope, All thought; that all at once thou art before me, And with such suddenness hast hit my sight, Is such surprise, such mystery, such ecstacy; It hurries all my soul, and stuns my sense. Sure from thy father's tomb thou didst arise. Osm. I did; and thou, my love, didst call me; thou. Alm. True; but how camest thou there; wert thou alone? Osm. I was, and lying on my father's lead, When broken echoes of a distant voice Disturbed the sacred silence of the vault, In murmurs round my head. I rose and listened, And thought I heard thy spirit call Alphonso; I thought I saw thee too; but oh, I thought not That I indeed should be so blest to see thee! Alm. But still, how camest thou hither? how thus?Ha! What's he, who like thyself is started here Ere seen? Osm. Where? ha! what do I see? Antonio! I'm fortunate indeed!my friend too, safe! Heli. Most happily, in finding you thus blessed. Alm. More miracles! Antonio too escaped! Osm. And twice escaped, both from the rage of seas And war: for in the fight I saw him fall. Heli. But fell unhurt, a prisoner as yourself, And as yourself made free; hither I came Impatiently to seek you, where I knew Your grief would lead you, to lament Anselmo. Osm. There are no wonders, or else all is wonder. Heli. I saw you on the ground, and raised you up: When with astonishment I saw Almeria. Osm. I saw her too, and therefore saw not thee. Alm. Nor I; nor could I, for my eyes were yours. Osm. What means the bounty of all-gracious Heaven, That persevering still, with open hand, It scatters good, as in a waste of mercy! Where will this end! but Heaven is infinite In all, and can continue to bestow, When scanty number shall be spent in telling. Leon. Or I'm deceived, or I beheld the glimpse Of two in shining habits cross the aisle; Who by their pointing seem to mark this place. Alm. Sure I have dreamt, if we must part so soon. Osm. I wish, at least, our parting were a dream, Or we could sleep till we again were met. Heli. Zara with Selim, sir; I saw and know 'em; You must be quick, for love will lend her wings. Alm. What love? who is she? why are you alarmed? Osm. She's the reverse of thee; she's my unhappiness. Harbour no thought that may disturb thy peace; But gently take thyself away, lest she Should come, and see the straining of my eyes To follow thee. I'll think how we may meet To part no more. My friend will tell thee all; How I escaped, how I am here, and thus; How I'm not called Alphonso, now, but Osmyn; And he Heli. All, all he will unfold, Ere next we meet. Alm. Sure we shall meet again Osm. We shall: we part not but to meet again. Gladness and warmth of ever-kindling love Dwell with thee, and revive thy heart in absence. [Exeunt. SCENE III The Same Osm. Yet I behold heryetand now no more. Turn your lights inward, eyes, and view my thought, So shall you still behold her'twill not be. O impotence of sight! mechanic sense, Which to exterior objects owest thy faculty, Not seeing of election, but necessity. Thus do our eyes, as do all common mirrors, Successively reflect succeeding images; Not what they would, but must; a star, or toad: Just as the hand of chance administers. Not so the mind, whose undetermined view Revolves, and to the present adds the past: Essaying further to futurity; But that in vain. I have Almeria here At once, as I before have seen her often. Enter ZARA and SELIM. Zara. See where he stands, folded and fixed to earth, Stiffening in thought a statue among statues! Why, cruel Osmyn, dost thou fly me thus? Is it well done? Is this then the return For fame, for honour, and for empire lost? But what is loss of honour, fame and empire! Is this the recompense reserved for love; Why dost thou leave my eyes, and fly my arms, To find this place of horror and obscurity? Am I more loathsome to thee than the grave, That thou dost seek to shield thee there, and shun My love? But to the grave I'll follow thee. He looks not, minds not, hears not.Barbarous man, Am I neglected thus? am I despised? Not heard? ungrateful Osmyn! Osm. Ha, 'tis Zara! Zara. Yes, traitor! Zara, lost, abandoned Zara, Is a regardless suppliant, now, to Osmyn. The slave, the wretch that she redeemed from death, Disdains to listen now, or look on Zara. Osm. Far be the guilt of such reproaches from me; Lost in myself, and blinded by my thoughts, I saw you not, till now. Zara. Now then you see me But with such dumb and thankless eyes you look, Better I was unseen, than seen thus coldly. Osm. What would you from a wretch who came to mourn, And only for his sorrows chose this solitude? Look round; joy is not here, nor cheerfulness. You have pursued misfortune to its dwelling, Yet look for gaiety and gladness there. Zara. Inhuman! why, why dost thou rack me thus? And with perverseness from the purpose answer? What is't to me, this house of misery? What joy do I require? If thou dost mourn, I come to mourn with thee; to share thy griefs, And give thee, for 'em, in exchange my love. Osm. O that's the greatest grief!I am so poor, I have not wherewithal to give again. Zara. Thou hast a heart, though 'tis a savage one; Give it me as it is; I ask no more For all I've done, and all I have endured; For saving thee, when I beheld thee first, Driven by the tide upon my country's coast, Pale and expiring, drenched in briny waves, Thou and thy friend, till my compassion found thee; Compassion! scarce will't own that name, so soon, So quickly was it love; for thou wert godlike Even then. Kneeling on earth, I loosed my hair; And with it dried thy wat'ry cheeks; then chafed Thy temples, till reviving blood arose, And like the morn vermilioned o'er thy face. O Heaven! how did my heart rejoice and ache When I beheld the daybreak of thy eyes, And felt the balm of thy respiring lips! Osm. O call not to my mind what you have done; It sets a debt of that account before me, Which shows me poor, and bankrupt even in hopes. Zara. The faithful Selim and my women know The dangers which I tempted to conceal you. You know how I abused the credulous king; What arts I used to make you pass on him, When he received you as the Prince of Fez; And as my kinsman, honoured and advanced you. Oh, why do I relate what I have done? What did I not? Was't not for you this war Commenced? not knowing who you were, nor why You hated Manuel, I urged my husband To this invasion; where he late was lost, Where all is lost, and I am made a slave. Look on me now, from empire fallen to slavery; Think on my sufferings first, then look on me; Think on the cause of all, then view thyself: Reflect on Osmyn, and then look on Zara, The fallen, the lost, and now the captive Zara, And now abandonedsay, what then is Osmyn? Osm. A fatal wretcha huge stupendous ruin, That tumbling on its prop, crushed all beneath, And bore contiguous palaces to earth. Zara. Yet thus, thus fallen, thus levelled with the vilest, If I have gained thy love, 'tis glorious ruin; Ruin! 'tis still to reign, and to be more A queen; for what are riches, empire, power, But larger means to gratify the will? The steps on which we tread, to rise, and reach Our wish; and that obtained, down with the scaffolding Of sceptres, crowns, and thrones! they've served their end, And are, like lumber, to be left and scorned. Osm. Why was I made the instrument to throw In bonds the frame of this exalted mind? Zara. We may be free; the conqueror is mine; In chains unseen I hold him by the heart, And can unwind or strain him as I please. Give me thy love, I'll give thee liberty. Osm. In vain you offer, and in vain require What neither can bestow: set free yourself, And leave a slave the wretch that would be so. Zara. Thou canst not mean so poorly as thou talk'st. Osm. Alas! you know me not. Zara. Not who thou art: But what this last ingratitude declares, This grovelling basenessThou say'st true, I know Thee not, for what thou art yet wants a name: But something so unworthy, and so vile, That to have loved thee makes me yet more lost, Than all the malice of my other fate. Traitor! monster! cold and perfidious slave! A slave, not daring to be free! nor dares To love above him, for 'tis dangerous: 'Tis that I know; for thou dost look, with eyes Sparkling desire, and trembling to possess. I know my charms have reached thy very soul, And thrilled thee through with darted fires; but thou Dost fear so much, thou darest not wish. The king! There, there's the dreadful sound, the king's thy rival! Sel. Madam, the king is here, and entering now. Zara. As I could wish: by Heaven I'll be revenged! Enter MANUEL, PEREZ, and Attendants. Man. Why does the fairest of her kind withdraw Her shining from the day, to gild this scene Of death and night? Ha! what disorder's this? Somewhat I heard of king and rival mentioned. What's he that dares be rival to the king? Or lift his eyes to like, where I adore? Zara. There, he; your prisoner, and that was my slave. Man. [Aside.] How? Better than my hopes! does she accuse him? Zara. Am I become so low by my captivity, And do your arms so lessen what they conquer, That Zara must be made the sport of slaves? And shall the wretch, whom yester sun beheld Waiting my nod, the creature of my power, Presume to-day to plead audacious love, And build bold hopes on my dejected fate? Man. Better for him to tempt the rage of Heaven, And wrench the bold red-hissing from the hand Of him that thunders, than but think that insolence. 'Tis daring for a god. Hence, to the wheel With that Ixion, who aspires to hold Divinity embraced! to whips and prisons Drag him with speed, and rid me of his face. [Guards seize OSMYN. Zara. Compassion led me to bemoan his state, Whose former faith had merited much more; And through my hopes in you, I undertook He should be set at large; thence sprung his insolence, And what was charity he construed love. Man. Enough; his punishment be what you please. But let me lead you from this place of sorrow, To one, where young delights attend; and joys Yet new, unborn, and blooming in the bud, Which wait to be full-blown at your approach, And spread like roses to the morning sun: Where every hour shall roll in circling joys, And love shall wing the tedious-wasting day: Life without love is load; and time stands still: What we refuse to him, to death we give; And then, then only, when we love, we live. [Exeunt. ACT THE THIRD SCENE I The Inside of a Prison OSMYN in chains, alone, with a paper. OSM. But now and I was closed within the tomb That holds my father's ashes; and but now, Where he was prisoner, I am too imprisoned. Sure 'tis the hand of Heaven that leads me thus, And for some purpose points out these remembrances. In a dark corner of my cell I found This paper, what it is this light will show. [Reads.] "If my Alphonso"ha! "If my Alphonso live, restore him, Heaven; Give me more weight, crush my declining years With bolts, with chains, imprisonment, and want; But bless my son, visit not him for me." It is his hand; this was his prayeryet more: [Reads.] "Let every hair, which sorrow by the roots Tears from my hoary and devoted head, Be doubled in thy mercies to my son: Not for myself, but him, hear me, all gracious" 'Tis wanting what should followHeaven should follow, But 'tis torn offWhy should that word alone Be torn from his petition? 'Twas to Heaven, But Heaven was deaf, Heaven heard him not; but thus, Thus as the name of Heaven from this is torn, So did it tear the ears of mercy from His voice, shutting the gates of prayer against him. If piety be thus debarred access On high, and of good men the very best Is singled out to bleed, and bear the scourge, What is reward? or what is punishment? But who shall dare to tax eternal justice? Yet I may thinkI may, I must; for thought Precedes the will to think, and error lives Ere reason can be born. Reason, the power To guess at right and wrong, the twinkling lamp Of wandering life, that winks and wakes by turns, Fooling the follower, betwixt shade and shining. What noise! Who's there? Enter HELI. My friend! how camest thou hither? Heli. The time's too precious to be spent in telling; The captain, influenced by Almeria's power, Gave order to the guards for my admittance. Osm. How does Almeria? But I know she is As I am. Tell me, may I hope to see her? Heli. You may: anon, at midnight, when the king Is gone to rest, and Garcia is retired, (Who takes the privilege to visit late, Presuming on a bridegroom's right,) she'll come. Osm. She'll come! 'tis what I wish, yet what I fear. She'll come; but whither, and to whom? O Heaven! To a vile prison, and a captived wretch; To one, whom had she never known, she had Been happy. Why, why was that heavenly creature Abandoned o'er to love what Heaven forsakes? Why does she follow, with unwearied steps, One who has tired misfortune with pursuing: One, driven about the world like blasted leaves And chaff, the sport of adverse winds; till late At length, imprisoned in some cleft of rock, Or earth, it rests, and rots to silent dust. Heli. Have hopes, and hear the voice of better fate. I've learned there are disorders ripe for mutiny Among the troops, who thought to share the plunder, Which Manuel to his own use and avarice Converts. This news has reached Valentia's frontiers: Where many of your subjects, long oppressed With tyranny and grievous impositions, Are risen in arms, and call for chiefs to head And lead 'em to regain their rights and liberty. Osm. By Heaven thou'st roused me from my lethargy! The spirit which was deaf to my own wrongs, And the loud cries of my dead father's blood; Deaf to revengenay, which refused to hear The piercing sighs and murmurs of my love Yet unenjoyed; what not Almeria could Revive, or raise, my people's voice has wakened. O my Antonio, I am all on fire, My soul is up in arms, ready to charge And bear amidst the foe, with conquering troops. I hear 'em call to lead 'em on to liberty, To victory; their shouts and clamours rend My ears, and reach the Heavens: Where is the king? Where is Alphonso?Ha! Where, where indeed! Oh I could tear and burst the strings of life, To break these chains! Off, off ye stains of royalty! Off, slavery! O curse! that I alone Can beat and flutter in my cage, when I Would soar and stoop at victory beneath. Heli. Our posture of affairs, and scanty time, My lord, require you should compose yourself, And think on what we may reduce to practice. Zara, the cause of your restraint, may be The means of liberty restored. That gained, Occasion will not fail to point out ways For your escape. Meantime, I've thought already With speed and safety to convey myself Where not far off some malcontents hold council Nightly; who hate this tyrant; some, who love Anselmo's memory, and will, for certain, When they shall know you live, assist your cause. Osm. My friend and counsellor, as thou think'st fit, So do. I will with my patience wait my fortune. Heli. When Zara comes, abate of your aversion. Osm. I hate her not, nor can dissemble love: But as I may, I'll do. I have a paper Which I would show thee, friend, but that the sight Would hold thee here, and clog thy expedition. Within I found it, by my father's hand 'Twas writ; a prayer for me, wherein appears Paternal love prevailing o'er his sorrows; Such sanctity, such tenderness so mixed With grief as would draw tears from inhumanity. Heli. The care of Providence sure left it there, To arm your mind with hope. Such piety Was never heard in vain: Heaven has in store For you those blessings it withheld from him. In that assurance live; which time, I hope, And our next meeting will confirm. Osm. Farewell, My friend; the good thou dost deserve attend thee. [Exit HELI. I have been to blame, and questioned with impiety The care of Heaven. Not so my father bore More anxious grief. This should have better taught me; This lesson, in some hour of inspiration, By him set down; when his pure thoughts were borne, Like fumes of sacred incense, o'er the clouds, And wafted thence on angels' wings through ways Of light, to the bright source of all. For there He in the book of prescience saw this day; And waking, to the world, and mortal sense, Left this example of his resignation, This his last legacy to me, which, here, I'll treasure as more worth than diadems, Or all extended rule of regal power. Enter ZARA veiled. What brightness breaks upon me thus through shades, And promises a day to this dark dwelling? Is it my love? Zara. O that my heart had taught Thy tongue that saying. [Lifting up her veil. Osm. Zara! [Aside.] I am betrayed By my surprise. Zara. What, dost my face displease thee? That having seen it, thou dost turn thy eyes Away, as from deformity and horror. If so, this sable curtain shall again Be drawn, and I will stand before thee seeing, And unseen. "Is it my love?" ask again That question, speak again in that soft voice, And look again with wishes in thy eyes. O no, thou canst not, for thou seest me now, As she whose savage breast has been the cause Of these thy wrongs; as she whose barbarous rage Has loaden thee with chains and galling irons: Well dost thou scorn me, and upbraid my falseness; Could one who loved, thus torture whom she loved? No, no, it must be hatred, dire revenge, And detestation, that could use thee thus. So thou dost think; then do but tell me so Tell me, and thou shalt see how I'll revenge Thee on this false one, how I'll stab and tear This heart of flint till it shall bleed; and thou Shalt weep for mine, forgetting thy own miseries. Osm. You wrong me, beauteous Zara, to believe I bear my fortunes with so low a mind, As still to meditate revenge on all Whom chance, or fate, working by secret causes, Has made perforce subservient to that end The heavenly powers allot me; no, not you, But destiny and inauspicious stars Have cast me down to this low being: or, Granting you had, from you I have deserved it. Zara. Canst thou forgive me then? wilt thou believe So kindly of my fault, to call it madness? O, give that madness yet a milder name, And call it passion; then, be still more kind, And call that passion love. Osm. Give it a name, Or being as you please, such I will think it. Zara. O thou dost wound me more with this thy goodness, Than e'er thou couldst with bitterest reproaches! Thy anger could not pierce thus to my heart. Osm. Yet I could wish Zara. Haste me to know it: what? Osm. That at this time I had not been this thing. Zara. What thing? Osm. This slave. Zara. O Heaven! my fears interpret This thy silence: somewhat of high concern, Long fashioning within thy labouring mind, And now just ripe for birth, my rage has ruined. Have I done this? Tell me, am I so cursed? Osm. Time may have still one fated hour to come, Which, winged with liberty, might overtake Occasion past. Zara. Swift as occasion, I Myself will fly; and earlier than the morn Wake thee to freedom. Now 'tis late; and yet Some news few minutes past arrived which seemed To shake the temper of the king.Who knows What racking cares disease a monarch's bed? Or love, that late at night still lights his lamp, And strikes his rays through dusk, and folded lids, Forbidding rest, may stretch his eyes awake, And force their balls abroad at this dead hour. I'll try. Osm. I have not merited this grace; Nor, should my secret purpose take effect, Can I repay, as you require such benefits. Zara. Thou canst not owe me more, nor have I more To give, than I've already lost. But now, So does the form of our engagements rest, Thou hast the wrong, till I redeem thee hence; That done, I leave thy justice to return My love. Adieu. [Exit. Osm. This woman has a soul Of godlike mould, intrepid and commanding, And challenges, in spite of me, my best Esteem, to this she's fair, few more can boast Of personal charms, or with less vanity Might hope to captivate the hearts of kings. But she has passions which outstrip the wind, And tear her virtues up, as tempests root The sea. I fear when she shall know the truth, Some swift and dire event of her blind rage Will make all fatal. But behold she comes For whom I fear, to shield me from my fears, The cause and comfort of my boding heart. Enter ALMERIA. My life, my health, my liberty, my all! How shall I welcome thee this sad place? How speak to thee the words of joy and transport? How run into thy arms, withheld by fetters; Or take thee into mine, while I'm thus manacled And pinioned like a thief or murderer? Shall I not hurt and bruise thy tender body, And stain thy bosom with the rust of these Rude irons? Must I meet thee thus, Almeria? Alm. Thus, thus; we parted, thus to meet again. Thou told'st me thou wouldst think how we might meet To part no more.Now we will part no more; For these thy chains, or death, shall join us ever. Osm. Hard means to ratify that word!O cruelty! That ever I should think beholding thee A torture!Yet, such is the bleeding anguish Of my heart, to see thy sufferings.O Heaven! That I could almost turn my eyes away, Or wish thee from my sight. Alm. O, say not so! Though 'tis because thou lovest me. Do not say, On any terms, that thou dost wish me from thee. No, no, 'tis better thus, that we together Feed on each other's heart, devour our woes With mutual appetite; and mingling in One cup the common stream of both our eyes, Drink bitter draughts, with never-slaking thirst. Thus better, than for any cause to part. What dost thou think? Look not so tenderly Upon me,speak, and take me in thy arms, Thou canst not! thy poor arms are bound, and strive In vain with the remorseless chains which gnaw And eat into thy flesh, festering thy limbs With rankling rust. Osm. Oh! Oh! Alm. Give me that sigh. Why dost thou heave and stifle in thy griefs? Thy heart will burst, thy eyes look red and start; Give thy soul way, and tell me thy dark thought. Osm. For this world's rule I would not wound thy breast With such a dagger as then stuck my heart. Alm. Why? why? to know it cannot wound me more, Thank knowing thou hast felt it. Tell it me. Thou givest me pain with too much tenderness. Osm. And thy excessive love distracts my sense! O wouldst thou be less killing, soft or kind, Grief could not double thus his darts against me. Alm. Thou dost me wrong, and grief too robs my heart, If there he shoot not every other shaft; Thy second self should feel each other wound, And woe should be in equal portions dealt. I am thy wife Osm. O thou has searched too deep! There, there I bleed! there pull the cruel cords, That strain my cracking nerves; engines and wheels, That piece-meal grind, are beds of down and balm To that soul-racking thought. Alm. Then I am cursed Indeed, if that be so; if I'm thy torment, Kill me, then kill me; dash me with thy chains, Tread on me! What! am I the bosom-snake, That sucks thy warm life-blood, and gnaws thy heart? O that thy words had force to break those bonds, As they have strength to tear this heart in sunder! So shouldst thou be at large from all oppression. Am I, am I of all thy woes the worst? Osm. My all of bliss, my everlasting life, Soul of my soul, and end of all my wishes, Why dost thou thus unman me with thy words, And melt me down to mingle with thy weepings? Why dost thou ask? why dost thou talk thus piercingly? Thy sorrows have disturbed thy peace of mind, And thou dost speak of miseries impossible. Alm. Didst thou not say that racks and wheels were balm, And beds of ease, to thinking me thy wife? Osm. No, no; nor should the subtlest pains that hell, Or hell-born malice can invent, extort A wish or thought from me, to have thee other. But thou wilt know what harrows up my heart: Thou art my wifenay, thou art yet my bride! The sacred union of connubial love Yet unaccomplished; his mysterious rites Delayed; nor has our hymeneal torch Yet lighted up his last most grateful sacrifice; But dashed with rain from eyes, and swaled with sighs, Burns dim, and glimmers with expiring light. Is this dark cell a temple for that god? Or this vile earth an altar for such offerings? This den for slaves, this dungeon damped with woes; Is this our marriage-bed? Are these our joys? Is this to call thee mine? Oh, hold my heart! To call thee mine? Yes; thus, even thus to call Thee mine, were comfort, joy, extremest ecstacy. But O, thou art not mine, not even in misery! And 'tis denied to me to be so blessed, As to be wretched with thee. Alm. No; not that The extremest malice of our fate can hinder: That still is left us, and on that we'll feed, As on the leavings of calamity. There we will feast, and smile on past distress, And hug, in scorn of it, our mutual ruin. Osm. O thou dost talk, my love, as one resolved Because not knowing danger. But look forward; Think on to-morrow, when thou shalt be torn From these weak, struggling, unextended arms Think how my heart will heave, and eyes will strain, To grasp and reach what is denied my hands; Think how the blood will start, and tears will gush To follow thee, my separating soul! Think how I am when thou shalt wed with Garcia! Then will I smear these walls with blood, disfigure And dash my face, and rive my clotted hair, Break on the flinty floor my throbbing breast, And grovel with gashed hands to scratch a grave, Stripping my nails, to tear this pavement up, And bury me alive. Alm. Heart-breaking horror! Osm. Then Garcia shall lie panting on thy bosom, Luxurious revelling amidst thy charms; And thou perforce must yield, and aid his transport. Hell! hell! have I not cause to rage and rave? What are all racks, and wheels, and whips to this? Are they not soothing softness, sinking ease, And wafting air to this! O my Almeria! What do the damned endure, but to despair, But knowing Heaven, to know it lost for ever? Alm. O, I am struck; thy words are bolts of ice, Which shot into my breast, now melt and chill me. I chatter, shake, and faint, with thrilling fears. No, hold me notO let us not support, But sink each other, deeper yet, down, down, Where levelled low, no more we'll lift our eyes, But prone, and dumb, rot the firm face of earth With rivers of incessant scalding rain. SCENE II The Same OSMYN and ALMERIA discovered. Enter ZARA, PEREZ, and SELIM. Zara. Somewhat of weight to me requires his freedom. Dare you dispute the king's command? Behold The royal signet. Per. I obey; yet beg Your majesty one moment to defer Your entering till the princess is returned From visiting the noble prisoner. Zara. Ha! What say'st thou? Osm. We are lost! undone! discovered! Retire, my life, with speed.Alas, we're seen! Speak of compassion, let her hear you speak Of interceding for me with the king! Say somewhat quickly to conceal our loves, If possible Alm. I cannot speak. Osm. Let me Conduct you forth, as not perceiving her, But till she's gone, then bless me thus again. Zara. Trembling and weeping as he leads her forth! Confusion in his face, and grief in hers! 'Tis plain I've been abusedDeath and destruction! How shall I search into this mystery? The bluest blast of pestilential air Strike, damp, deaden her charms, and kill his eyes! Perdition catch 'em both, and ruin part 'em! Osm. [Aloud to ALMERIA as she goes out.] This charity to one unknown, and thus Distressed, Heaven will repay; all thanks are poor. [Exit ALMERIA. Zara. [Aside.] Damned, damned dissembler! yet I will be calm, Choke in my rage, and know the utmost depth Of this deceiver.You seem much surprised. Osm. At your return so soon and unexpected! Zara. And so unwished, unwanted too it seems. Confusion! yet I will contain myself. You're grown a favourite since last we parted; Perhaps I'm saucy and intruding Osm. Madam! Zara. I did not know the princess' favourite; Your pardon, sirmistake me not; you think I'm angry; you're deceived. I came to set You free: but shall return much better pleased, To find you have an interest superior. Osm. You do not come to mock my miseries? Zara. I do. Osm. I could at this time spare your mirth. Zara. I know thou couldst: but I'm not often pleased, And will indulge it now. What miseries? Who would not be thus happily confined, To be the care of weeping majesty? To have contending queens, at dead of night, Forsake their down, to wake with wat'ry eyes, And watch like tapers o'er your hours of rest? O curse! I cannot hold Osm. Come, 'tis too much. Zara. Villain! Osm. How, madam! Zara. Thou shalt die. Osm. I thank you. Zara. Thou liest! for now I know for whom thou'dst live. Osm. Then you may know for whom I'd die. Zara. Hell! hell! Yet I'll be calmDark and unknown betrayer! But now the dawn begins, and the slow hand Of Fate is stretched to draw the veil, and leave Thee bare, the naked mark of public view. Osm. You may be still deceived, 'tis in my power Zara. Who waits there? [To the Guard.] As you'll answer it, look this slave Attempt no means to make himself away. I've been deceived. The public safety now Requires he should be more confined, and none, No, not the princess, suffered or to see Or speak with him: I'll quit you to the king. Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent The base injustice thou hast done my love: Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past distress, And all those ills which thou so long hast mourned; Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury, like a woman scorned. [Exeunt. ACT THE FOURTH SCENE I A Room of State in the Palace Enter ZARA and SELIM. ZARA. Thou hast already racked me with thy stay, Therefore require me not to ask thee twice; Reply at once to all. What is concluded? Sel. Your accusation highly has incensed The king, and were alone enough to urge The fate of Osmyn; but to that, fresh news Is since arrived of more revolted troops. 'Tis certain Heli too is fled, and with him (Which breeds amazement and distraction) some Who bore high offices of weight and trust, Both in the state and army. This confirms The king, in full belief of all you told him, Concerning Osmyn and his correspondence With them who first began the mutiny. Wherefore a warrant for his death is signed, And order given for public execution. Zara. Ha! haste thee! fly! prevent his fate and mine; Find out the king, tell him I have of weight More than his crown to impart ere Osmyn die. Sel. It needs not, for the king will straight be here; And as to your revenge, not his own interest, Pretend to sacrifice the life of Osmyn. Zara. What shall I say? Invent, contrive, advise, Somewhat to blind the king, and save his life In whom I live. Spite of my rage and pride, I am a woman, and a lover still. O, 'tis more grief but to suppose his death, Than still to meet the rigour of his scorn. From my despair my anger had its source; When he is dead I must despair for ever. For ever! that's despairit was distrust Before; distrust will ever be in love, And anger in distrust, both short-lived pains. But in despair, and ever-during death, No term, no bound, but infinite of woe. O torment, but to think! what then to bear! Not to be borne.Devise the means to shun it, Quick, or by Heaven this dagger drinks thy blood! Sel. My life is yours, nor wish I to preserve it, But to serve you. I have already thought. Zara. Forgive my rage; I know thy love and truth. But say, what's to be done? or when, or how, Shall I prevent, or stop the approaching danger? Sel. You must still seem more resolute and fixed On Osmyn's death; too quick a change of mercy Might breed suspicion of the cause. Advise That execution may be done in private. Zara. On what pretence? Sel. Your own request's enough. However, for a colour, tell him, you Have cause to fear his guards may be corrupted, And some of them bought off to Osmyn's interest, Who, at the place of execution, will Attempt to force his way for an escape. The state of things will countenance all suspicions. Then offer to the king to have him strangled In secret by your mutes, and get an order, That none but mutes may have admittance to him. I can no more, the king is here. Obtain This grantand I'll acquaint you with the rest. Enter MANUEL, GONSALEZ, PEREZ, and Guards. Man. Bear to the dungeon those rebellious slaves, The ignoble curs, that yelp to fill the cry, And spend their mouths in barking tyranny. But for their leaders, Sancho and Ramirez, Let 'em be led away to present death. Perez, see it performed. Gon. Might I presume, Their execution better were deferred, Till Osmyn die. Meantime we may learn more Of this conspiracy. Man. Then be it so. Stay, soldier; they shall suffer with the Moor. Are none returned of those who followed Heli? Gon. None, sir. Some papers have been since discovered In Roderigo's house, who fled with him, Which seem to intimate, as if Alphonso Were still alive, and arming in Valentia: Which wears indeed this colour of a truth, They who are fled have that way bent their course. Of the same nature divers notes have been Dispersed to amuse the people; whereupon Some ready of belief have raised this rumour; That being saved upon the coast of Afric, He there disclosed himself to Albucacim, And by a secret compact made with him, Opened and urged the way to this invasion; While he himself, returning to Valentia In private, undertook to raise this tumult. Zara. [Aside to SELIM.] Ha! hear'st thou that? Is Osmyn then Alphonso? O Heaven! a thousand things occur at once To my remembrance now, that make it plain. O certain death for him, as sure despair For me, if it be known!if not, what hope Have I? Yet 'twere the lowest baseness, now To yield him up.No, I will still conceal him, And try the force of yet more obligations. Gon. 'Tis not impossible. Yet, it may be That some impostor has usurped his name. Your beauteous captive Zara can inform, If such a one, so 'scaping, was received At any time, in Albucacim's court. Man. Pardon, fair excellence, this long neglect: An unforeseen, unwelcome hour of business, Has thrust between us and our while of love; But wearing now apace with ebbing sand, Will quickly waste, and give again the day. Zara. You're too secure; the danger is more imminent Than your high courage suffers you to see; While Osmyn lives, you are not safe. Man. His doom Is passed; if you revoke it not, he dies. Zara. 'Tis well. By what I heard upon your entrance, I find I can unfold what yet concerns You more. One who did call himself Alphonso Was cast upon my coast, as is reported, And oft had private conference with the king; To what effect I knew not then: but he, Alphonso, secretly departed, just About the time our arms embarked for Spain. What I know more is, that a triple league Of strictest friendship was professed between Alphonso, Heli, and the traitor Osmyn. Man. Public report is ratified in this. Zara. And Osmyn's death required of strong necessity. Man. Give order straight that all the prisoners die. Zara. Forbear a moment; somewhat more I have Worthy your private ear, and this your minister. Man. Let all except Gonsalez leave the room. [Exeunt PEREZ and Guards. Zara. I am your captive, and you've used me nobly; And in return of that, though otherwise Your enemy, I have discovered Osmyn His private practice and conspiracy Against your state: and fully to discharge Myself of what I've undertaken, now I think it fit to tell you, that your guards Are tainted: some among 'em have resolved To rescue Osmyn at the place of death. Man. Is treason then so near us as our guards! Zara. Most certain; though my knowledge is not yet So ripe, to point at the particular men. Man. What's to be done? Zara. That too I will advise. I have remaining in my train some mutes, A present once from the sultana queen, In the grand signior's court. These from their infancy Are practised in the trade of death; and shall (As there the custom is) in private strangle Osmyn. Gon. My lord, the queen advises well. Man. What offering or what recompense remains In me, that can be worthy so great services? To cast beneath your feet the crown you've saved, Though on the head that wears it, were too little. Zara. Of that hereafter; but, meantime, 'tis fit You give strict charge, that none may be admitted To see the prisoner, but such mutes as I Shall send. Man. Who waits there? Re-enter PEREZ. On your life take heed, That only Zara's mutes, or such who bring Her warrant, have admittance to the Moor. Zara. They and no other, not the princess' self. Per. Your majesty shall be obeyed. Man. Retire. [Exit PEREZ. Gon. [Aside.] That interdiction so particular, Pronounced with vehemence against the princess, Should have more meaning than appears barefaced: The king is blinded by his love, and heeds It not.[To ZARA.] Your majesty sure might have spared That last restraint; you hardly can suspect The princess is confederate with the Moor. Zara. I've heard her charity did once extend So far, to visit him, at his request. Gon. Ha! Man. How? she visit Osmyn! What, my daughter? Sel. [Aside to ZARA.] Madam, take heed; or you have ruined all. Zara. And after did solicit you on his Behalf. Man. Never. You have been misinformed. Zara. Indeed? Then 'twas a whisper spread by some, Who wished it so; a common art in courts. I will retire, and instantly prepare Instruction for my ministers of death. [Exeunt ZARA and SELIM. Gon. [Aside.] There's somewhat yet of mystery in this; Her words and actions are obscure and double, Sometimes concur, and sometimes disagree; I like it not. Man. What dost thou think, Gonsalez; Are we not much indebted to this fair one? Gon. I am a little slow of credit, sir, In the sincerity of women's actions. Methinks this lady's hatred to the Moor Disquiets her too much; which makes it seem As if she'd rather that she did not hate him. I wish her mutes are meant to be employed As she pretendsI doubt it nowYour guards Corrupted! how? by whom? who told her so? I'th' evening Osmyn was to die; at midnight She begged the royal signet to release him; I'th' morning he must die again; ere noon Her mutes alone must strangle him, or he'll Escape. This put together suits not well. Man. Yet, that there's truth in what she has discovered, Is manifest from every circumstance. This tumult, and the lords who fled with Heli, Are confirmation:that Alphonso lives, Agrees expressly too with her report. Gon. I grant it, sir; and doubt not, but in rage Of jealousy, she has discovered what She now repents. It may be I'm deceived. But why that needless caution of the princess? What if she had seen Osmyn? though 'twere strange. But if she had, what was't to her? unless She feared her stronger charms might cause the Moor's Affection to revolt. Man. I thank thee, friend. There's reason in thy doubt, and I am warned. But think'st thou that my daughter saw this Moor? Gon. If Osmyn be, as Zara has related, Alphonso's friend; 'tis not impossible, But she might wish on his account to see him. Man. Say'st thou? by Heaven thou hast roused a thought, That like a sudden earthquake shakes my frame: Confusion! then my daughter's an accomplice, And plots in private with this hellish Moor. Gon. That were too hard a thoughtbut see she comes 'Twere not amiss to question her a little, And try, howe'er, if I've divined aright. If what I fear be true, she'll be concerned For Osmyn's death, as he's Alphonso's friend. Urge that, to try if she'll solicit for him. Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. Man. Your coming has prevented me, Almeria; I had determined to have sent for you. Let your attendant be dismissed; I have To talk with you. [Exit LEONORA.] Come near; why dost thou shake? What mean those swollen and red-flecked eyes, that look As they had wept in blood, and worn the night In waking anguish? Why this, on the day Which was designed to celebrate thy nuptials; But that the beams of light are to be stained With reeking gore, from traitors on the rack? Wherefore I have deferred the marriage rites; Nor shall the guilty horrors of this day Profane that jubilee. Alm. All days to me Henceforth are equal; this the day of death, To-morrow, and the next, and each that follows, With undistinguished roll, and but prolong One hated line of more extended woe. Man. Whence is thy grief? give me to know the cause, And look thou answer me with truth; for know, I am not unacquainted with thy falsehood. Why art thou mute? base and degenerate maid! Gon. Dear madam, speak, or you'll incense the king. Alm. What is't to speak? or wherefore should I speak? What mean these tears, but grief unutterable! Man. They are the dumb confessions of thy mind, They mean thy guilt; and say thou wert confederate With damned conspirators to take my life. O impious parricide! now canst thou speak? Alm. O earth, behold, I kneel upon thy bosom! And bend my flowing eyes, to stream upon Thy face, imploring thee that thou wilt yield; Open thy bowels of compassion, take Into thy womb the last and most forlorn Of all thy race. Hear me, thou common parent! I have no parent elsebe thou a mother, And step between me and the curse of him Who waswho was, but is no more a father, But brands my innocence with horrid crimes; And for the tender names of child and daughter, Now calls me murderer and parricide. Man. Rise, I command thee riseand if thou wouldst Acquit thyself of those detested names, Swear thou hast never seen that foreign dog, Now doomed to die, that most accursèd Osmyn. Alm. Never, but as with innocence I might, And free of all bad purposes. So Heaven's My witness. Man. Vile equivocating wretch! With innocence! O patience! hear! she owns it! Confesses it! by Heaven I'll have him racked! Torn, mangled, flayed, impaled! all pains and tortures That wit of man and dire revenge can think, Shall he accumulated under-bear. Alm. Oh, I am lost!there fate begins to wound. Man. Hear me, then; if thou canst, reply: know, traitress, I'm not to learn that cursed Alphonso lives; Nor am I ignorant what Osmyn is. Alm. Then all is ended, and we both must die. Since thou'rt revealed, alone thou shalt not die. And yet alone would I have died, Heaven knows, Repeated deaths, rather than have revealed thee. Yes, all my father's wounding wrath, though each Reproach cuts deeper than the keenest sword, And cleaves my heart; I would have borne it all, Nay, all the pains that are prepared for thee: To the remorseless rack I would have given This weak and tender flesh, to have been bruised And torn, rather than have revealed thy being. Man. Hell, hell! do I hear this, and yet endure! What, darest thou to my face avow thy guilt? Hence, ere I curse!fly my just rage with speed; Lest I forget us both, and spurn thee from me. Alm. And yet a father! think I am your child. Turn not your eyes away [Kneels.]look on me kneeling; Now curse me if you can, now spurn me off. Did ever father curse his kneeling child? Never: for always blessings crown that posture. Nature inclines, and half-way meets that duty, Stooping to raise from earth the filial reverence; For bended knees returning folding arms, With prayers, and blessings, and paternal love. O hear me then, thus crawling on the earth Man. Be thou advised, and let me go, while yet The light impression thou hast made remains. Alm. No, never will I rise, nor loose this hold, Till you are moved, and grant that he may live. Man. Ha! who may live? take heed, no more of that; For on my soul he dies, though thou and I, And all should follow to partake his doom. Away, off, let me go.Call her attendants. [LEONORA re-enters with Attendants. Alm. Drag me! harrow the earth with my bare bosom! I'll not let go till you have spared my husband. Man. Ha! what say'st thou? husband! husband! damnation! What husband? which? who? Alm. He, he is my husband. Man. Poison and daggers! who? Alm. Oh! [Faints. Gon. Help, support her. Alm. Let me go, let me fall, sink deepI'll dig, I'll dig a grave, and tear up death; I will; I'll scrape till I collect his rotten bones, And clothe their nakedness with my own flesh: Yes, I will strip off life, and we will change: I will be death; then though you kill my husband, He shall be mine, still and for ever mine. Man. What husband? who? whom dost thou mean? Gon. She raves! Alm. O that I did! Osmyn, he is my husband. Man. Osmyn? Alm. Not Osmyn, but Alphonso is my dear And wedded husband.Heaven, and air, and seas, Ye winds and waves, I call ye all to witness! Man. Wilder than winds or waves thyself dost rave. Should I hear more, I too should catch thy madness. Yet somewhat she must mean of dire import, Which I'll not hear, till I am more at peace. Watch her returning sense, and bring me word; And look that she attempt not on her life. [Exit. Alm. O stay, yet stay! hear me, I am not mad. I would to Heaven I were!He's gone. Gon. Have comfort. Alm. Cursed be that tongue that bids me be of comfort! Cursed my own tongue, that could not move his pity! Cursed these weak hands, that could not hold him here! For he has gone to doom Alphonso's death. Gon. Your too excessive grief works on your fancy, And deludes your sense. Alphonso, if living, Is far from hence, beyond your father's power. Alm. Hence, thou detested, ill-timed flatterer! Source of my woes! thou and thy race be cursed! But doubly thou, who could alone have policy And fraud, to find the fatal secret out, And know that Osmyn was Alphonso! Gon. Ha! Alm. Why dost thou start? what dost thou see or hear? Was it the doleful bell, tolling for death? Or dying groans from my Alphonso's breast? See, see, look yonder! where a grizzled, pale, And ghastly head glares by, all smeared with blood, Gasping as it would speak; and after, see! Behold a damp, dead hand has dropped a dagger; I'll catch itHark! a voice cries murder! ah! My father's voice! hollow it sounds, and calls Me from the tombI'll follow it; for there I shall again behold my dear Alphonso. [Exeunt ALMERIA, LEONORA, and Attendants. Gon. She's greatly grieved; nor am I less surprised. Osmyn, Alphonso! no; she over-rates My policy: I ne'er suspected it: Nor now had known it, but from her mistake. Her husband too! ha! where is Garcia then? And where the crown that should descend on him, To grace the line of my posterity? Hold, let me thinkif I should tell the king Things come to this extremity; his daughter Wedded alreadywhat if he should yield? Knowing no remedy for what is past; And urged by nature pleading for his child, With which he seems to be already shaken. And though I know he hates beyond the grave Anselmo's race; yet ifthat if concludes me. To doubt, when I may be assured, is folly. But how prevent the captive queen, who means To set him free? Ay, now 'tis plain; O well Invented tale! He was Alphonso's friend. This subtle woman will amuse the king If I delay.'Twill door better so. One to my wish. Enter ALONZO. Alonzo, thou art welcome. Alon. The king expects your lordship. Gon. 'Tis no matter. I'm not i' the way at present, good Alonzo. Alon. If't please your lordship, I'll return, and say I have not seen you. Gon. Do, my best Alonzo. Yet stay, I wouldbut go; anon will serve Yet I have that requires thy speedy help. I think thou wouldst not stop to do me service. Alon. I am your creature. Gon. Say thou art my friend. I've seen thy sword do noble execution. Alon. All that it can your lordship shall command. Gon. Thanks! and I take thee at thy word; thou'st seen Among the followers of the captive queen, Dumb men, who make their meaning known by signs? Alon. I have, my lord. Gon. Couldst thou procure with speed And privacy, the wearing garb of one Of those, though purchased by his death, I'd give Thee such reward as should exceed thy wish. Alon. Conclude it done. Where shall I wait your lordship? Gon. At my apartment. Use thy utmost diligence; And say I've not been seenhaste, good Alonzo. [Exit ALONZO. So, this can hardly fail. Alphonso slain, The greatest obstacle is then removed. Almeria widowed, yet again may wed; And I yet fix the crown on Garcia's head. [Exit. ACT THE FIFTH SCENE I A Room of State in the Palace Enter MANUEL, PEREZ, and ALONZO. MAN. Not to be found? in an ill hour he's absent. None, say you, none? what, not the favourite eunuch? Nor she herself, nor any of her mutes, Have yet required admittance? Per. None, my lord. Man. Is Osmyn so disposed as I commanded? Per. Fast bound in double chains, and at full length, He lies supine on earth; with as much ease She might remove the centre of this earth, As loose the rivets of his bonds. Man. 'Tis well. [A Mute appears, and seeing the King retires Ha! stop, and seize that mute; Alonzo, follow him. Entering he met my eyes, and started back, Frighted, and fumbling one hand in his bosom, As to conceal the importance of his errand. [ALONZO follows him, and returns with a paper. Alon. O bloody proof of obstinate fidelity! Man. What dost thou mean? Alon. Soon as I seized the man, He snatched from out his bosom thisand strove With rash and greedy haste, at once to cram The morse! down his throat. I catched his arm, And hardly wrenched his hand to wring it from him; Which done, he drew his poniard from his side, And on the instant plunged it in his breast. Man. Remove the body thence ere Zara see it. Alon. [Aside.] I'll be so bold to borrow his attire; 'Twill quit me of my promise to Gonsalez. [Exit ALONZO, bearing off the dead Mute. Per. [Aside.] Whate'er it is, the king's complexion turns. Man. [Having read the letter.] How's this? my mortal foe beneath my roof? O give me patience, all ye powers! no, rather Give me new rage, implacable revenge, And trebled fury.Ha! who's there? Per. My lord! Man. Hence, slave! how darest thou 'bide, to watch and pry Into how poor a thing a king descends? How like thyself, when passion treads him down! Ha! stir not, on thy life! for thou wert fixed And planted here to see me gorge this bait, And lash against the hook.By Heaven, you're all Rank traitors! thou art with the rest combined; Thou knew'st that Osmyn was Alphonso, knew'st My daughter privately with him conferred; And wert the spy and pander to their meeting. Per. By all that's holy, I'm amazed Man. Thou liest. Thou art accomplice too with Zara: here Where she sets down[Reading.]"Still will I set thee free" That somewhere is repeated"I have power O'er them that are thy guards."Mark that, thou traitor! Per. It was your majesty's command, I should Obey her order Man. [Reading.] "And still will I set Thee free, Alphonso."Hell! cursed, cursed Alphonso! False and perfidious Zara! Strumpet daughter! Away, begone, thou feeble boy, fond love! All nature, softness, pity and compassion! This hour I throw ye off, and entertain Fell hate within my breast, revenge and gall. By Heaven, I'll meet, and counterwork this treachery! Hark thee, villain, traitoranswer me, slave! Per. My service has not merited those titles. Man. Darest thou reply? take thatthy service? thine! [Strikes him. What's thy whole life, thy soul, thy all, to my One moment's ease? Hear my command; and look That thou obey, or horror on thy head. Drench me thy dagger in Alphonso's heart: Why dost thou start? Resolve, or Per. Sir, I will. Man. 'Tis wellthat when she comes to set him free, His teeth may grin, and mock at her remorse. [PEREZ going. Stay theeI've farther thoughtI'll add to this, And give her eyes yet greater disappointment: When thou hast ended him, bring me his robe; And let the cell where she'll expect to see him Be darkened so as to amuse the sight. I'll be conducted thithermark me well There with his turbant, and his robe arrayed, And laid along as he now lies supine, I shall convict her to her face of falsehood. When for Alphonso's she shall take my hand, And breathe her sighs upon my lips for his, Sudden I'll start, and dash her with her guilt. But see she comes; I'll shun the encounter; thou, Follow me, and give heed to my direction. [Exeunt. Enter ZARA and SELIM Zara. The mute not yet returned!ha, 'twas the king! The king that parted hence! frowning he went; His eyes like meteors rolled, then darted down Their red and angry beams; as if his sight Would, like the raging dog-star, scorch the earth, And kindle ruin in its course. Dost think He saw me? Sel. Yes; but then, as if he thought His eyes had erred, he hastily recalled The imperfect look, and sternly turned away. Zara. Shun me when seen! I fear thou hast undone me. Thy shallow artifice begets suspicion, And like a cobweb veil, but thinly shades The face of thy design; alone disguising What should have ne'er been seen; imperfect mischief! Thou, like the adder, venomous and deaf, Hast stung the traveller; and after hear'st Not his pursuing voice; even where thou think'st To hide, the rustling leaves and bended grass Confess, and point the path which thou hast crept. O fate of fools! officious in contriving; In executing puzzled, lame and lost. Sel. Avert it, Heaven, that you should ever suffer For my defect! or that the means which I Devised to serve should ruin your design! Prescience is Heaven's alone, not given to man. If I have fail'd in what, as being man, I needs must fail; impute not as a crime My nature's want, but punish nature in me: I plead not for a pardon, and to live, But to be punished and forgiven. Here, strike! I bare my breast to meet your just revenge. Zara. I have not leisure now to take so poor A forfeit as thy life: somewhat of high And more important fate requires my thought. When I've concluded on myself, if I Think fit, I'll leave thee my command to die. Regard me well; and dare not to reply To what I give in charge; for I'm resolved. Give order that the two remaining mutes Attend me instantly, with each a bowl Of such ingredients mixed, as will with speed Benumb the living faculties, and give Most easy and inevitable death. Yes, Osmyn, yes; be Osmyn or Alphonso, I'll give thee freedom, if thou darest be free: Such liberty as I embrace myself, Thou shalt partake. Since fates no more afford, I can but die with thee to keep my word. SCENE II The Inside of the Prison Enter GONSALEZ alone, disguised like a Mute, with a dagger. Gon. Nor sentinel, nor guard! the doors unbarred! And all as still as at the noon of night! Sure death already has been busy here. There lies my way, that door too is unlocked. [Looks in. Ha! sure he sleepsall's dark within, save what A lamp, that feebly lifts a sickly flame, By fits reveals.His face seems turned, to favour The attempt. I'll steal, and do it unperceived. What noise! Somebody coming? 'st, Alonzo? Nobody? Sure he'll wait withoutI would 'Twere doneI'll crawl, and sting him to the heart: Then cast my skin, and leave it there to answer it. [Goes in. Enter GARCIA and ALONZO. Gar. Where? where Alonzo? where's my father? where The king! Confusion! all is on the rout! All's lost, all ruined by surprise and treachery. Where, where is he? why dost thou thus mislead me? Alon. My lord, he entered but a moment since, And could not pass me unperceived.What ho! My lord, my lord! what, ho! my Lord Gonsalez! Re-enter GONSALEZ, bloody. Gon. Perdition choke your clamours!whence this rudeness? Garcia! Gar. Perdition, slavery and death, Are entering now our doors. Where is the king? What means this blood? and why this face of horror? Gon. No mattergive me first to know the cause Of these your rash and ill-timed exclamations. Gar. The eastern gate is to the foe betrayed, Who but for heaps of slain that choke the passage Had entered long ere now, and borne down all Before 'em, to the palace walls. Unless The king in person animate our men, Granada's lost: and to confirm this fear, The traitor Perez, and the captive Moor, Are through a postern fled, and join the foe. Gon. Would all were false as that; for whom you call The Moor, is dead. That Osmyn was Alphonso; In whose heart's blood this poniard yet is warm. Gar. Impossible, for Osmyn was, while flying, Pronounced aloud by Perez for Alphonso. Gon. Enter that chamber, and convince your eyes, How much report has wronged your easy faith. [GARCIA goes in. Alon. My lord, for certain truth, Perez is fled; And has declared the cause of his revolt, Was to revenge a blow the king had given him. Re-enter GARCIA. Gar. Ruin and horror! O heart-wounding sight! Gon. What says my son? what ruin? ha, what horror? Gar. Blasted my eyes, and speechless be my tongue! Rather than or to see, or to relate This deed.O dire mistake! O fatal blow! The king Gon. Alon. The king! Gar. Dead, weltering, drowned in blood. See, see, attired like Osmyn, where he lies! [They look in. O whence, or how, or wherefore was this done? But what imports the manner, or the cause? Nothing remains to do, or to require. But that we all should turn our swords against Ourselves, and expiate with our own his blood. Gon. O wretch! O cursed, and rash, deluded fool! On me, on me, turn your avenging sword! I, who have spilt my royal master's blood, Should make atonement by a death as horrid; And fall beneath the hand of my own son. Gar. Ha! what? atone this murder with a greater? The horror of that thought has damped my rage. The earth already groans to bear this deed; Oppress her not, nor think to stain her face With more unnatural blood. Murder my father! Better with this to rip up my own bowels, And bathe it to the hilt, in far less damnable Self-murder. Gon. O my son! from the blind dotage Of a father's fondness these ills arose; For thee I've been ambitious, base, and bloody: For thee I've plunged into this sea of sin; Stemming the tide with only one weak hand, While t'other bore the crown, (to wreath thy brow,) Whose weight has sunk me ere I reached the shore. Gar. Fatal ambition! Hark! the foe is entered. [A shout. The shrillness of that shout speaks 'em at hand. We have no time to search into the cause Of this surprising and most fatal error. What's to be done? the king's death known, will strike The few remaining soldiers with despair, And make 'em yield to mercy of the conqueror. Alon. My lord, I've thought how to conceal the body; Require me not to tell the means till done, Lest you forbid what then you may approve. [Goes in. More shouting. Gon. They shout again! Whate'er he means to do, 'Twere fit the soldiers were amused with hopes; And in the meantime fed with expectation To see the king in person at their head. Gar. Were it a truth, I fear 'tis now too late, But I'll omit no care, nor haste; to try Or to repel their force, or bravely die. [Exit. Re-enter ALONZO. Gon. What hast thou done, Alonzo? Alon. Such a deed As but an hour ago I'd not have done, Though for the crown of universal empire. But what are kings reduced to common clay? Or who can wound the dead? I've from the body Severed the head, and in an obscure corner Disposed it, muffled in the mute's attire, Leaving to view of them that enter next, Alone the undistinguished trunk: Which may be still mistaken by the guards For Osmyn, if in seeking for the king They chance to find it. Gon. 'Twas an act of horror; And of a piece with this day's dire misdeeds. But 'tis no time to ponder or repent. Haste thee, Alonzo, haste thee hence with speed, To aid my son. I'll follow with the last Reserve to re-enforce his arms: at least, I shall make good, and shelter his retreat. [Exeunt. SCENE III The Same Enter ZARA, followed by SELIM, and two Mutes bearing bowls. Zara. Silence and solitude are everywhere! Through all the gloomy ways and iron doors That hither lead, nor human face nor voice Is seen or heard. A dreadful din was wont To grate the sense, when entered here; from groans And howls of slaves condemned, from clink of chains, And crash of rusty bars and creeking hinges: And ever and anon the sight was dashed With frightful faces, and the meagre looks Of grim and ghastly executioners. Yet more this stillness terrifies my soul, Than did that scene of complicated horrors. It may be, that the cause of this my errand And purpose, being changed from life to death, Has also wrought this chilling change of temper. Or does my heart bode more? what can it more Than death? [To SELIM.] Let 'em set down the bowls, and warn Alphonso That I am hereso. [The Mutes go in.] You return and find The king; tell him, what he required I've done, And wait his coming to approve the deed. [Exit SELIM. The Mutes return, and look affrighted. Zara. What have you seen? Ha! wherefore stare you thus With haggard eyes? why are your arms a-cross? Your heavy and desponding heads hung down? Why is't you more than speak in these sad signs? Give me more ample knowledge of this mourning. [They go to the Scene, which opening, she perceives the body. Ha! prostrate! bloody! headless! OI'm lost! O Osmyn! O Alphonso! Cruel fate! Cruel, cruel, O more than killing object! I came prepared to die, and see thee die Nay, came prepared myself to give thee death But cannot bear to find thee thus, my Osmyn O this accursed, this base, this treacherous king! Re-enter SELIM. Sel. I've sought in vain, for nowhere can the king Be found. Zara. Get thee to hell, and seek him there! [Stabs him. His hellish rage had wanted means to act, But for thy fatal and pernicious counsel. Sel. You thought it better thenbut I'm rewarded: The mute you sent by some mischance was seen, And forced to yield your letter with his life: I found the dead and bloody body stripped My tongue falters, and my voice failsI sink Drink not the poisonfor Alphonso is [Dies. Zara. As thou art nowand I shall quickly be. 'Tis not that he is dead; for 'twas decreed We both should die. Nor is't that I survive; I have a certain remedy for that. But oh, he died unknowing in my heart! He knew I loved, but knew not to what height: Nor that I meant to fall before his eyes, A martyr and a victim to my vows: Insensible of this last proof he's gone. Yet fate alone can rob his mortal part Of sense; his soul still sees, and knows each purpose, And fixed event of my persisting faith. Then, wherefore do I pause? give me the bowl. [A Mute kneels and gives one of the bowls. Hover a moment, yet, thou gentle spirit, Soul of my love, and I will wait thy flight! This to our mutual bliss when joined above. [Drinks. O friendly draught, already in my heart! Cold, cold! my veins are icicles and frost. I'll creep into his bosom, lay me there; Cover us closeor I shall chill his breast, And fright him from my armsSee, see, he slides Still further from me! look, he hides his face! I cannot feel itquite beyond my reach O now he's gone, and all is dark [Dies. [The Mutes kneel and mourn over her. Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. Alm. O let me seek him in this horrid cell; For in the tomb, or prison, I alone Must hope to find him. Leon. Heavens! what dismal scene Of death is this? The eunuch Selim slain! Alm. Show me, for I am come in search of death; But want a guide; for tears have dimmed my sight. Leon. Alas, a little farther, and behold Zara all pale and dead! two frightful men, Who seem the murderers, kneel weeping by, Feeling remorse too late for what they've done. But O forbearlift up your eyes no more; But haste away, fly from this fatal place! Where miseries are multiplied; return, Return! and not look on; for there's a dagger Ready to stab the sight, and make your eyes Rain blood. Alm. Oh I foreknow, foresee that object. Is it at last then so? is he then dead? What, dead at last! quite, quite, for ever dead! There, there I see him! there he lies, the blood Yet bubbling from his woundsO more than savage! Had they or hearts or eyes, that did this deed! Could eyes endure to guide such cruel hands? Are not my eyes guilty alike with theirs, That thus can gaze, and yet not turn to stone? I do not weep! The springs of tears are dried And of a sudden I am calm, as if All things were well: and yet my husband's murdered! Yes, yes, I know to mourn! I'll sluice this heart, The source of woe, and let the torrent loose. Those men have left to weep! they look on me! I hope they murder all on whom they look. Behold me well; your bloody hands have erred, And wrongfully have slain these innocents; I am the sacrifice designed to bleed; And come prepared to yield my throatthey shake Their heads, in sign of grief and innocence! [The Mutes point to the bowl on the ground. And pointwhat mean they? Ha! a cup. O well I understand what medicine has been here. O noble thirst! yet greedy to drink all Oh for another draught of death.What mean they? [The Mutes point to the other cup. Ha! point again? 'tis there, and full, I hope. Thanks to the liberal hand that filled thee thus; I'll drink my glad acknowledgment Leon. O hold. For mercy's sake! upon my knee I beg Alm. With thee the kneeling world should beg in vain. Seest thou not there? behold who prostrate lies, And pleads against thee? who shall then prevail? Yet I will take a cold and parting leave, From his pale lips; I'll kiss him, ere I drink, Lest the rank juice should blister on my mouth, And stain the colour of my last adieu. Horror! a headless trunk! nor lips nor face, [Coming nearer the body, starts and lets fall the cup. But spouting veins, and mangled flesh! Oh, oh! Enter ALPHONSO, HELI, PEREZ, with GARCIA prisoner, Guards and Attendants. Alph. Away, stand off! where is she? let me fly Save her from death and snatch her to my heart. Alm. Oh! Alph. Forbear; my arms alone shall hold her up, Warm her to life, and wake her into gladness. O let me talk to thy reviving sense, The words of joy and peace! warm thy cold beauties, With the new-flushing ardour of my cheek! Into thy lips pour the soft trickling balm Of cordial sighs! and re-inspire thy bosom With the breath of love! Shine, awake, Almeria! Give a new birth to thy long-shaded eyes, Then double on the day reflected light! Alm. Where am I? Heaven! what does this dream intend? Alph. O mayst thou never dream of less delight, Nor ever wake to less substantial joys! Alm. Given me again from death! O all ye powers Confirm this miracle! Can I believe My sight, against my sight? and shall I trust That sense, which in one instant shows him dead And living? Yes, I will; I've been abused With apparitions and affrighting phantoms: This is my lord, my life, my only husband: I have him now, and we no more will part. My father too shall have compassion Alph. O my heart's comfort! 'tis not given to this Frail life, to be entirely blessed. Even now, In this extremest joy my soul can taste, Yet am I dashed to think that thou must weep; Thy father fell, where he designed my death. Gonsalez and Alonzo, both of wounds Expiring, have with their last breath confessed The just decrees of Heaven, which on themselves Has turned their own most bloody purposes. Nay, I must grant, 'tis fit you should be thus [ALMERIA weeps. Let 'em remove the body from her sight, Ill-fated Zara! Ha! a cup? Alas! Thy error then is plain; but I were flint Not to o'erflow in tribute to thy memory. O Garcia! Whose virtue has renounced thy father's crimes; Seest thou, how just the hand of Heaven has been? Let us, who through our innocence survive, Still in the paths of honour persevere, And not from past or present ills despair: For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds; And though a late a sure reward succeeds. [Exeunt omnes. EPILOGUE THE tragedy thus done, I am, you know, No more a princess, but in statu quo: And now as unconcerned this mourning wear, As if indeed a widow or an heir. I've leisure now to mark your several faces, And know each critic by his sour grimaces. To poison plays, I see some where they sit, Scattered, like ratsbane, up and down the pit; While others watch like parish-searchers, hired To tell of what disease the play expired. Oh with what joy they run to spread the news Of a damned poet, and departed muse! But if he 'scape, with what regret they're seized! And how they're disappointed when they're pleased! Critics to plays for the same end resort, That surgeons wait on trials in a court; For innocence condemned they've no respect, Provided they've a body to dissect. As Sussex-men that dwell upon the shore, Look out when storms arise, and billows roar Devoutly praying, with uplifted hands, That some well-laden ship may strike the sands; To whose rich cargo they may make pretence, And fatten on the spoils of Providence: So critics throng to see a new play split, And thrive and prosper on the wrecks of wit. Small hope our poet from these prospects draws; And therefore to the fair commends his cause. Your tender hearts to mercy are inclined, With whom, he hopes, this play will favour find, Which was an offering to the sex designed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLASSICAL PROPORTIONS OF THE HEART; FOR FONTAINE by ELEANOR WILNER THE ROLE OF ELEGY by MARY JO BANG COUNTESS LAURA by GEORGE HENRY BOKER THE PRISONER OF CHILLON by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE SACK OF BALTIMORE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS |
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