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The REVENGE.
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And reason mildly.—Wedded and undone
Before one Night descends—O hasty Evil!
What Friend to comfort me in this Extreme!
Where's Carlos? Why is Carlos absent from me?
Does he know what has happen'd?
Before one Night descends—O hasty Evil!
What Friend to comfort me in this Extreme!
Where's Carlos? Why is Carlos absent from me?
Does he know what has happen'd?
Zan.My good Lord!
Alon.O Depth of Horrors! He!—my Bosom Friend?
Zan.Alas! compose your self, my Lord.
Alon.To Death.
Gaze on her with both Eyes so ardently!
Give them the Vulturs, tear him all in Pieces!
Gaze on her with both Eyes so ardently!
Give them the Vulturs, tear him all in Pieces!
Zan.Most excellent! [Aside.
Alon.Hark! You can keep a Secret.
In yonder Arbour bound with Jessamin,
Who's that? What Villain's that? unhand her———Murder!———
Tear them asunder—Murder—How they grind
My Heart betwixt them.—O let go my Heart!
Yet let it go———Embracing and Embrac'd!
O Pestilence!—Who let him in? a Traytor.
[Goes to stab Zanga, he prevents him.
Alas! my Head turns round, and my Limbs fail me.
In yonder Arbour bound with Jessamin,
Who's that? What Villain's that? unhand her———Murder!———
Tear them asunder—Murder—How they grind
My Heart betwixt them.—O let go my Heart!
Yet let it go———Embracing and Embrac'd!
O Pestilence!—Who let him in? a Traytor.
[Goes to stab Zanga, he prevents him.
Alas! my Head turns round, and my Limbs fail me.
Zan.My Lord!
Alon.O Villain, Villain most accurst!
If thou didst know it, why didst let me wed?
If thou didst know it, why didst let me wed?
Zan.Hear me, my Lord, your Anger will abate.
I knew it not. I saw them in the Garden;
But saw no more than you might well expect
To see in Lovers destin'd for each other.
By Heav'n, I thought their meeting Innocent.
(Who could suspect fair Leonora's Virtue?)
'Till After-proofs conspir'd to blacken it;
Sad Proofs, which came too late, which broke not out,
(Eternal Curses on Alvarez' Haste)
'Till holy Rites had made the Wanton yours.
And then, I own, I labour'd to conceal it,
In Duty, and Compassion to your Peace.
I knew it not. I saw them in the Garden;
But saw no more than you might well expect
To see in Lovers destin'd for each other.
By Heav'n, I thought their meeting Innocent.
(Who could suspect fair Leonora's Virtue?)
'Till After-proofs conspir'd to blacken it;
Sad Proofs, which came too late, which broke not out,
(Eternal Curses on Alvarez' Haste)
'Till holy Rites had made the Wanton yours.
And then, I own, I labour'd to conceal it,
In Duty, and Compassion to your Peace.
Alon.