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The REVENGE.
Zan.I know not what to answer to my Lord.
Men are but Men; we did not make our selves.
Farewell then, my best Lord, since you must dye.
O that I were to share your Monument,
And in Eternal Darkness close these Eyes
Against those Scenes which I am doom'd to suffer!
Men are but Men; we did not make our selves.
Farewell then, my best Lord, since you must dye.
O that I were to share your Monument,
And in Eternal Darkness close these Eyes
Against those Scenes which I am doom'd to suffer!
Alon.What dost thou mean?
Zan.And is it then unknown?
O Grief of Heart, to think that you should ask it!
Sure you distrust that Ardent Love I bear you,
Else could you doubt when you are laid in Dust,———
But it will cut my poor Heart thro' and thro'
To see those revel on your sacred Tomb,
Who brought you thither by their lawless Loves?
For there they'll revel, and exult to find
Him sleep so fast, who else would marr their Joys.
O Grief of Heart, to think that you should ask it!
Sure you distrust that Ardent Love I bear you,
Else could you doubt when you are laid in Dust,———
But it will cut my poor Heart thro' and thro'
To see those revel on your sacred Tomb,
Who brought you thither by their lawless Loves?
For there they'll revel, and exult to find
Him sleep so fast, who else would marr their Joys.
Alon.Distraction!———but Don Carlos, well thou know'st
Is sheath'd in Steel, and bent on other Thoughts.
Is sheath'd in Steel, and bent on other Thoughts.
Zang.I'll work him to the Murder of his Friend.
Yes, till the Fever of his Blood returns, [Aside.
While her last Kiss still glows upon his Cheek;
But when he finds Alonzo is no more
How will he rush like Lightning to her Arms!
There sigh, there languish, there pour out his Soul;
But not in Grief———sad Obsequies to thee———
But thou wilt be at Peace, nor see, nor hear
The burning Kiss, the Sigh of Ecstasie,
Their throbbing Hearts that justle one another:
Thank Heav'n, these Torments will be all my own.
Yes, till the Fever of his Blood returns, [Aside.
While her last Kiss still glows upon his Cheek;
But when he finds Alonzo is no more
How will he rush like Lightning to her Arms!
There sigh, there languish, there pour out his Soul;
But not in Grief———sad Obsequies to thee———
But thou wilt be at Peace, nor see, nor hear
The burning Kiss, the Sigh of Ecstasie,
Their throbbing Hearts that justle one another:
Thank Heav'n, these Torments will be all my own.
Alon.I'll ease thee of that Pain. Let Carlos dye,
O'ertake him on the Road, and see it done.
'Tis my Command [Gives his Signet.
O'ertake him on the Road, and see it done.
'Tis my Command [Gives his Signet.
Zan.I dare not disobey.
Alon.My Zanga, now I have thy Leave to dye.
Zan.Ah Sir! think, think again. Are all Men buried
In Carlos' Grave? You know not Womankind
When once the throbbing of the Heart has broke
In Carlos' Grave? You know not Womankind
When once the throbbing of the Heart has broke
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