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The REVENGE.
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Shake not thy Tow'rs where-e'er I pass along,
Conscious of Ruin, and their great Destroyer?
Shake to the Centre, if Alonzo's dear.
Look down, O holy Prophet! See me Torture
This Christian Dog, this Infidel, which dares
To smite thy Votaries, and spurn thy Law;
And yet hopes Pleasure from two radiant Eyes,
Which look as they were lighted up for thee!
Shall he enjoy thy Paradise below?
Blast the bold Thought, and Curse him with her Charms.—
But see, the melancholy Lover comes.
Conscious of Ruin, and their great Destroyer?
Shake to the Centre, if Alonzo's dear.
Look down, O holy Prophet! See me Torture
This Christian Dog, this Infidel, which dares
To smite thy Votaries, and spurn thy Law;
And yet hopes Pleasure from two radiant Eyes,
Which look as they were lighted up for thee!
Shall he enjoy thy Paradise below?
Blast the bold Thought, and Curse him with her Charms.—
But see, the melancholy Lover comes.
Enter Don Carlos.
Car.Hope, thou hast told me Lies from Day to Day
For more than twenty Years; vile Promiser!
None here are happy but the very Fool,
Or very Wise; and I want Fool enough,
To smile in Vanities, and hug a Shadow;
Nor have I Wisdom to elaborate
An Artificial Happiness from Pains:
Ev'n Joys are Pains, because they cannot last. [Sighs.
Yet much is talk'd of Bliss, it is the Art
Of such as have the World in their Possession,
To give it a good Name, that Fools may envy;
For Envy to small Minds is Flattery.
How many lift the Head, look gay, and smile
Against their Consciences? and this we know,
Yet knowing disbelieve, and try again
What we have try'd, and struggle with Conviction.
Each new Experience gives the former Credit,
And reverend Grey Threescore is but a Voucher,
That Thirty told us true.
For more than twenty Years; vile Promiser!
None here are happy but the very Fool,
Or very Wise; and I want Fool enough,
To smile in Vanities, and hug a Shadow;
Nor have I Wisdom to elaborate
An Artificial Happiness from Pains:
Ev'n Joys are Pains, because they cannot last. [Sighs.
Yet much is talk'd of Bliss, it is the Art
Of such as have the World in their Possession,
To give it a good Name, that Fools may envy;
For Envy to small Minds is Flattery.
How many lift the Head, look gay, and smile
Against their Consciences? and this we know,
Yet knowing disbelieve, and try again
What we have try'd, and struggle with Conviction.
Each new Experience gives the former Credit,
And reverend Grey Threescore is but a Voucher,
That Thirty told us true.
Zan.My noble Lord!
I mourn your Fate: but are no Hopes surviving?
I mourn your Fate: but are no Hopes surviving?
Car.No Hopes. Alvarez has a Heart of Steel:
'Tis fixt, 'tis past, 'tis absolute Despair.
'Tis fixt, 'tis past, 'tis absolute Despair.
Zan.You wanted not to have your Heart made tender
By your own Pains, to feel a Friend's Distress.
By your own Pains, to feel a Friend's Distress.
Car.I understand you well, Alonzo loves;
I pity him.
I pity him.
Zan.