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The REVENGE.
Zan.Come, you must bear to hear your Faults from me.
Had you not sent Don Carlos to the Court
The Night before the Battel, that foul Slave,
Who forg'd the senseless Scroll which gives you Pain,
Had wanted footing for his Villany.
Had you not sent Don Carlos to the Court
The Night before the Battel, that foul Slave,
Who forg'd the senseless Scroll which gives you Pain,
Had wanted footing for his Villany.
Alon.I sent him not.
Zan.Not send him!—Ha!—That strikes me.
I thought he came on Message to the King.
Is there another Cause could justify
His shunning Danger, and the promis'd Fight?
But I perhaps may think too rigidly,
So long an Absence, and impatient Love———
I thought he came on Message to the King.
Is there another Cause could justify
His shunning Danger, and the promis'd Fight?
But I perhaps may think too rigidly,
So long an Absence, and impatient Love———
Alon.In my Confusion, That had quite escap'd me.
By Heav'n, my wounded Soul does bleed afresh;
'Tis clear as Day———for Carlos is so brave,
He lives not but on Fame, he hunts for Danger,
And is enamour'd of the Face of Death.
How then could he decline the next day's Battel,—
But for the Transports?—Oh it must be so!—
Inhuman! by the Loss of his own Honour,
To buy the Ruin of his Friend!
By Heav'n, my wounded Soul does bleed afresh;
'Tis clear as Day———for Carlos is so brave,
He lives not but on Fame, he hunts for Danger,
And is enamour'd of the Face of Death.
How then could he decline the next day's Battel,—
But for the Transports?—Oh it must be so!—
Inhuman! by the Loss of his own Honour,
To buy the Ruin of his Friend!
Zan.You wrong him;
He knew not of your Love.
He knew not of your Love.
Alon.Ha!———
Zan.That stings home. [Aside.
Alon.Indeed, he knew not of my treacherous Love—
Proofs rise on Proofs, and still the last the strongest,
Th' eternal Law of Things declares it true,
Which calls for Judgments on distinguish'd Guilt,
And loves to make our Crime our Punishment.
Love is my Torture, Love was first my Crime;
For she was his, my Friend's, and he (O Horror!)
Confided all in me. O sacred Faith!
How dearly I abide thy Violation!
Proofs rise on Proofs, and still the last the strongest,
Th' eternal Law of Things declares it true,
Which calls for Judgments on distinguish'd Guilt,
And loves to make our Crime our Punishment.
Love is my Torture, Love was first my Crime;
For she was his, my Friend's, and he (O Horror!)
Confided all in me. O sacred Faith!
How dearly I abide thy Violation!
Zan.Were then their Loves far gone?
Alon.The Father's Will
There bore a total Sway; and he, as soon
As News arriv'd that Carlos' Fleet was seen
There bore a total Sway; and he, as soon
As News arriv'd that Carlos' Fleet was seen
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