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The REVENGE.
And deigns to be a Beggar for her own!
Tell me the Secret, I conjure you tell me.
The Bride foregoes the Homage of her Day,
Alvarez' Daughter trembles in the Dust.
Speak then, I charge you speak, or I expire,
And load you with my Death. My Lord—my Lord!
Tell me the Secret, I conjure you tell me.
The Bride foregoes the Homage of her Day,
Alvarez' Daughter trembles in the Dust.
Speak then, I charge you speak, or I expire,
And load you with my Death. My Lord—my Lord!
Alon.Ha! ha! ha! [He breaks from her, and she
sinks upon the Floor.
sinks upon the Floor.
Leon.Are these the Joys which fondly I conceiv'd?
And is it thus a Wedded Life begins?
What did I part with, when I gave my Heart?
I knew not that all Happiness went with it.
Why did I leave my tender Father's Wing,
And venture into Love? The Maid that loves,
Goes out to Sea upon a shatter'd Plank,
And puts her Trust in Miracles for Safety.
Where shall I sigh? Where pour out my Complaints?
He that should hear, should succour, should redress,
He is the Source of all.
And is it thus a Wedded Life begins?
What did I part with, when I gave my Heart?
I knew not that all Happiness went with it.
Why did I leave my tender Father's Wing,
And venture into Love? The Maid that loves,
Goes out to Sea upon a shatter'd Plank,
And puts her Trust in Miracles for Safety.
Where shall I sigh? Where pour out my Complaints?
He that should hear, should succour, should redress,
He is the Source of all.
Alon.Go, to thy Chamber,
I soon will follow; that which now disturbs thee
Shall be clear'd up, and thou shalt not condemn me.
[Ex. Leon.
Oh how like Innocence she looks! What, stab her,
And rush into her Blood?———I never can.
In her Guilt shines, and Nature holds my Hand.
How then? Why thus———No more; it is determin'd
I soon will follow; that which now disturbs thee
Shall be clear'd up, and thou shalt not condemn me.
[Ex. Leon.
Oh how like Innocence she looks! What, stab her,
And rush into her Blood?———I never can.
In her Guilt shines, and Nature holds my Hand.
How then? Why thus———No more; it is determin'd
Enter Zanga.
Zan.I fear his Heart has fail'd him. She must dye.
Can I not rouze the Snake that's in his Bosom,
To Sting out human Nature, and effect it?
Can I not rouze the Snake that's in his Bosom,
To Sting out human Nature, and effect it?
Alon.This vast and solid Earth, that blazing Sun,
Those Skies thro' which it rolls, must all have End.
What then is Man? the smallest part of Nothing.
Day buries Day, Month Month, and Year the Year,
Our Life is but a Chain of many Deaths;
Can then Death self be fear'd? Our Life much rather:
Those Skies thro' which it rolls, must all have End.
What then is Man? the smallest part of Nothing.
Day buries Day, Month Month, and Year the Year,
Our Life is but a Chain of many Deaths;
Can then Death self be fear'd? Our Life much rather:
Life