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The REVENGE.
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From off our Coast, fir'd with the Love of Gold,
Determin'd, that the very Sun which saw
Carlos return, should see his Daughter wed.
Determin'd, that the very Sun which saw
Carlos return, should see his Daughter wed.
Zan.Indeed, my Lord, then you must pardon me,
If I presume to mitigate the Crime.
Consider, strong Allurements soften Guilt;
Long was his Absence, ardent was his Love,
At Midnight his Return, the next Day destin'd
For his Espousals—'twas a strong Temptation.
If I presume to mitigate the Crime.
Consider, strong Allurements soften Guilt;
Long was his Absence, ardent was his Love,
At Midnight his Return, the next Day destin'd
For his Espousals—'twas a strong Temptation.
Alon.Temptation!
Zan.'Twas but gaining of one Night.
Alon.One Night!
Zan.That Crime could ne'er return again.
Alon.Again! By Heav'n, thou dost insult thy Lord.
Temptation! one Night gain'd! O Stings and Death!
And am I then undone? Alas, my Zanga!
And dost Thou own it too? Deny it still,
And rescue me one Moment from Distraction.
Temptation! one Night gain'd! O Stings and Death!
And am I then undone? Alas, my Zanga!
And dost Thou own it too? Deny it still,
And rescue me one Moment from Distraction.
Zan.My Lord, I hope the best.
Alon.False, foolish Hope,
And insolent to me! Thou know'st it false;
It is as glaring as the Noon-tyde Sun.
Devil! This Morning after three Years Coldness,
To rush at once into a Passion for me!
'Twas time to feign, 'twas time to get another,
When her first Fool was sated with her Beauties.
And insolent to me! Thou know'st it false;
It is as glaring as the Noon-tyde Sun.
Devil! This Morning after three Years Coldness,
To rush at once into a Passion for me!
'Twas time to feign, 'twas time to get another,
When her first Fool was sated with her Beauties.
Zan.What says my Lord? Did Leonora then
Never before disclose her Passion for you?
Never before disclose her Passion for you?
Alon.Never.
Zan.Throughout the whole three Years?
Alon.O never! never!———
Why, Zanga, should'st thou strive? 'tis all in vain;
Tho' thy Soul labours, it can find no Reed
For Hope to catch at. Ah! I'm plunging down
Ten Thousand Thousand Fathoms in Despair.
Why, Zanga, should'st thou strive? 'tis all in vain;
Tho' thy Soul labours, it can find no Reed
For Hope to catch at. Ah! I'm plunging down
Ten Thousand Thousand Fathoms in Despair.
Zan.Hold, Sir, I'll break your Fall,—Wave ev'ry Fear,
And be a Man again—Had he enjoy'd her,
And be a Man again—Had he enjoy'd her,
Be