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The REVENGE.
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And then his Wealth might mend a Prince's Fortune.
For him the Sun is labouring in the Mines,
A Faithful Slave, and turning Earth to Gold.
His Keels are Freighted with that sacred Pow'r,
By which ev'n Kings and Emperors are made.
Sir, you have my good Wishes, and I hope [To Car.
My Daughter is not indispos'd to hear you. [Ex. Alv.
For him the Sun is labouring in the Mines,
A Faithful Slave, and turning Earth to Gold.
His Keels are Freighted with that sacred Pow'r,
By which ev'n Kings and Emperors are made.
Sir, you have my good Wishes, and I hope [To Car.
My Daughter is not indispos'd to hear you. [Ex. Alv.
Car.O Leonora! why art Thou in Tears?
Because I am less wretched than I was?
Before your Father gave me leave to woo you,
Hush'd was your Bosom, and your Eye serene.
Will you for ever help me to new Pains,
And keep Reserves of Torment in your Hand,
To let them loose on every Dawn of Joy?
Because I am less wretched than I was?
Before your Father gave me leave to woo you,
Hush'd was your Bosom, and your Eye serene.
Will you for ever help me to new Pains,
And keep Reserves of Torment in your Hand,
To let them loose on every Dawn of Joy?
Leon.Think you my Father too indulgent to me,
That he claims no Dominion o'er my Tears?
A Daughter sure may be right dutiful,
Whose Tears alone are free from a Restraint.———
That he claims no Dominion o'er my Tears?
A Daughter sure may be right dutiful,
Whose Tears alone are free from a Restraint.———
Car.Ah my torn Heart!
Leon.Regard not me, my Lord,
I shall obey my Father.
I shall obey my Father.
Car.Disobey him,
Rather than come thus coldly, than come Thus
With absent Eyes, and alienated Mien,
Suff'ring Address, the Victim of my Love.
O let me be undone the common Way,
And have the common Comfort to be pity'd,
And not be ruin'd in the Mask of Bliss,
And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!
Love calls for Love. Not all the Pride of Beauty,
Those Eyes that tell us what the Sun is made of,
Those Lips, whose Touch is to be bought with Life,
Those Hills of driven Snow, which seen are felt;
All these possest, are nought, but as they are
The Proof, the Substance of an inward Passion,
And the rich Plunder of a taken Heart.
Rather than come thus coldly, than come Thus
With absent Eyes, and alienated Mien,
Suff'ring Address, the Victim of my Love.
O let me be undone the common Way,
And have the common Comfort to be pity'd,
And not be ruin'd in the Mask of Bliss,
And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!
Love calls for Love. Not all the Pride of Beauty,
Those Eyes that tell us what the Sun is made of,
Those Lips, whose Touch is to be bought with Life,
Those Hills of driven Snow, which seen are felt;
All these possest, are nought, but as they are
The Proof, the Substance of an inward Passion,
And the rich Plunder of a taken Heart.
Leon.Alas! my Lord, we are too delicate;
And when we grasp the Happiness we wish'd,
And when we grasp the Happiness we wish'd,
We