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The REVENGE.
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Leon.Beauty alone is but of little Worth;
But when the Soul and Body of a Piece,
Both shine alike, then they obtain a Price,
And are a fit Reward for gallant Actions,
Heav'n's Pay on Earth for such great Souls as your's,
If Fair and Innocent I am your Due.
But when the Soul and Body of a Piece,
Both shine alike, then they obtain a Price,
And are a fit Reward for gallant Actions,
Heav'n's Pay on Earth for such great Souls as your's,
If Fair and Innocent I am your Due.
Alon.Innocent! [Aside.
Leon.How! my Lord, I interrupt you.
Alon.No, my best Life, I must not part with thee,
This Hand is mine. Oh! What a Hand is here?
So soft, Souls sink into it, and are lost!
This Hand is mine. Oh! What a Hand is here?
So soft, Souls sink into it, and are lost!
Leon.In Tears, my Lord?
Alon.What less can speak my Joy?
I gaze, and I forget my own Existence;
'Tis all a Vision, my Head swims in Heav'n.
Wherefore? Oh! Wherefore this Expence of Beauty?
And wherefore? Oh!———
Why, I could gaze upon thy Looks for ever,
And drink in all my Being from thine Eyes;
And I could snatch a flaming Thunderbolt,
And hurl Destruction.———
I gaze, and I forget my own Existence;
'Tis all a Vision, my Head swims in Heav'n.
Wherefore? Oh! Wherefore this Expence of Beauty?
And wherefore? Oh!———
Why, I could gaze upon thy Looks for ever,
And drink in all my Being from thine Eyes;
And I could snatch a flaming Thunderbolt,
And hurl Destruction.———
Leon.How, my Lord! What mean you?
Acquaint me with the Secret of your Heart,
Or cast me out for ever from your Love.
Acquaint me with the Secret of your Heart,
Or cast me out for ever from your Love.
Alon.Art thou concern'd for me?
Leon.My Lord, you fright me.
Is this the Fondness of your Nuptial Hour?
I am ill-us'd, my Lord, I must not bear it.
Why when I woe your Hand is it deny'd me?
Your very Eyes, why are they taught to shun me?
Nay, my good Lord, I have a Title here.
[Taking his Hand.
And I will have it. Am I not your Wife?
Have not I just Authority to know
That Heart, which I have purchas'd with my own?
Lay it before me then, it is my Due.
Unkind Alonzo, tho' I might demand it.
Behold I kneel! See, Leonora kneels,
Is this the Fondness of your Nuptial Hour?
I am ill-us'd, my Lord, I must not bear it.
Why when I woe your Hand is it deny'd me?
Your very Eyes, why are they taught to shun me?
Nay, my good Lord, I have a Title here.
[Taking his Hand.
And I will have it. Am I not your Wife?
Have not I just Authority to know
That Heart, which I have purchas'd with my own?
Lay it before me then, it is my Due.
Unkind Alonzo, tho' I might demand it.
Behold I kneel! See, Leonora kneels,
And