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The REVENGE.
O Passion for a Woman! On the Ground?
Where is your boasted Courage? Where your Scorn,
And prudent Rage that was to cure your Grief,
And chace your Love-bred Agonies away?
Rise, Sir, for Honour's sake. Why should the Moors,
Why should the Vanquish'd Triumph?
Where is your boasted Courage? Where your Scorn,
And prudent Rage that was to cure your Grief,
And chace your Love-bred Agonies away?
Rise, Sir, for Honour's sake. Why should the Moors,
Why should the Vanquish'd Triumph?
Alon.Would to Heav'n,
That I were lower still! Oh she was All!
My Fame, my Friendship, and my Love of Arms,
All stoop'd to her, my Blood was her Possession.
Deep in the secret Foldings of my Heart
She liv'd with Life, and far the dearer She.
But—and no more—set Nature in a Blaze,
Give her a fit of Jealousy———away———
To think on't is the Torment of the Damn'd,
And not to think on't is impossible.
How fair the Cheek that first alarm'd my Soul!
How bright the Eye that set it on a Flame!
How soft the Breast, on which I lay'd my Peace
For Years to slumber, unawak'd by Care!
How fierce the Transport! How sublime the Bliss!
How deep, how black the Horror, and Despair!
That I were lower still! Oh she was All!
My Fame, my Friendship, and my Love of Arms,
All stoop'd to her, my Blood was her Possession.
Deep in the secret Foldings of my Heart
She liv'd with Life, and far the dearer She.
But—and no more—set Nature in a Blaze,
Give her a fit of Jealousy———away———
To think on't is the Torment of the Damn'd,
And not to think on't is impossible.
How fair the Cheek that first alarm'd my Soul!
How bright the Eye that set it on a Flame!
How soft the Breast, on which I lay'd my Peace
For Years to slumber, unawak'd by Care!
How fierce the Transport! How sublime the Bliss!
How deep, how black the Horror, and Despair!
Zan.You said, you'd bear it like a Man.
Alon.I do.
Am I not most distracted?
Am I not most distracted?
Zan.Pray be calm.
Alon.As Hurriances. Be thou assur'd of that.
Zan.Is this the wise Alonzo?
Alon.Villain, no.
He dy'd in the Arbour, he was murder'd there;
I am his Dæmon tho'—My Wife!—My Wife!———
He dy'd in the Arbour, he was murder'd there;
I am his Dæmon tho'—My Wife!—My Wife!———
Zan.Alas! he weeps.
Alon.Go, dig her Grave.
Zan.My Lord!
Alon.But that her Blood's too hot, I would carouse it
Around my Bridal Board.
Around my Bridal Board.
Zan.And I would pledge thee. [Aside.
Alon.But I may talk too fast. Pray let me think,
And