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The REVENGE.
Zan.The Dead alone in such a Night can rest,
And I indulge my Meditation here.
Woman, away. I chuse to be alone.
And I indulge my Meditation here.
Woman, away. I chuse to be alone.
Isab.I know you do, and therefore will not leave you;
Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you.
Is this a Night for Walks of Contemplation?
Something unusual hangs upon your Heart,
And I will know it: By our Loves, I will.
To you I sacrific'd my Virgin Fame;
Ask I too much, to share in your Distress?
Excuse me, Zanga, therefore dare not leave you.
Is this a Night for Walks of Contemplation?
Something unusual hangs upon your Heart,
And I will know it: By our Loves, I will.
To you I sacrific'd my Virgin Fame;
Ask I too much, to share in your Distress?
Zan.In Tears? Thou Fool! then hear me, and be plung'd
In Hell's Abyss, if ever it escape thee.
To strike thee with Astonishment at once,
I hate Alonzo. First recover that,
And then thou shalt hear farther.
In Hell's Abyss, if ever it escape thee.
To strike thee with Astonishment at once,
I hate Alonzo. First recover that,
And then thou shalt hear farther.
Isab.Hate Alonzo!
I own I thought Alonzo most your Friend,
And that he lost the Master in that Name.
I own I thought Alonzo most your Friend,
And that he lost the Master in that Name.
Zan.Hear then. 'Tis twice three Years since that Great Man,
(Great let me call him; for he conquer'd Me,)
Made me the Captive of his Arm in Fight.
He slew my Father, and threw Chains o'er me,
While I with pious Rage pursu'd Revenge.
I then was young, he plac'd me near his Person,
And thought me not dishonour'd by his Service.
One Day (may that returning Day be Night,
The Stain, the Curse of each succeeding Year)
For something, or for nothing, in his Pride
He struck me. While I tell it, do I live?
He smote me on the Cheek———I did not stab him;
For that were poor Revenge———E'er since, his Folly
Has strove to bury it beneath a heap
Of Kindnesses, and thinks it is forgot.
Insolent Thought! and like a second Blow!
Affronts are innocent, where Men are worthless;
And such alone can wisely drop Revenge.
(Great let me call him; for he conquer'd Me,)
Made me the Captive of his Arm in Fight.
He slew my Father, and threw Chains o'er me,
While I with pious Rage pursu'd Revenge.
I then was young, he plac'd me near his Person,
And thought me not dishonour'd by his Service.
One Day (may that returning Day be Night,
The Stain, the Curse of each succeeding Year)
For something, or for nothing, in his Pride
He struck me. While I tell it, do I live?
He smote me on the Cheek———I did not stab him;
For that were poor Revenge———E'er since, his Folly
Has strove to bury it beneath a heap
Of Kindnesses, and thinks it is forgot.
Insolent Thought! and like a second Blow!
Affronts are innocent, where Men are worthless;
And such alone can wisely drop Revenge.
Isab.