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The REVENGE.
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SCENE the Bower.
Leonora sleeping. Enter Alonzo.
Alon.Ye Amaranths! Ye Roses like the Morn!
Sweet Myrtles; and ye Golden Orange Groves!
Why do you smile? Why do you look so fair?
Are you not blasted as I enter in?
Yes, see how every Flow'r lets fall its Head!
How shudders every Leaf without a Wind!
How every Green is as the Ivy pale!
Did ever Midnight Ghosts assemble here?
Have these sweet Ecchoes ever learnt to groan?
Joy-giving, Love-inspiring, holy Bow'r!
Know, in thy fragrant Bosom thou receiv'st
A—Murderer. Oh! I shall stain thy Lillies,
And Horror will usurp the Seat of Bliss.
So Lucifer broke into Paradise,
And soon Damnation follow'd. [He advances.] Ha! she sleeps———
The Day's uncommon Heat has overcome her.
Then take, my longing Eyes, your last full Gaze.
Oh! What a Sight is here? How dreadful Fair!
Who would not think that Being innocent?
Where shall I strike! Who strikes her, strikes himself.
My own Life-Blood will issue at her Wound.
O my distracted Heart!—O Cruel Heav'n!
To give such Charms as Those, and then call Man,
Meer Man, to be your Executioner.
Was it because it was too hard for you?
But see she smiles! I never shall smile more.
It strongly tempts me to a parting Kiss.
[Going, he starts back.
Sweet Myrtles; and ye Golden Orange Groves!
Why do you smile? Why do you look so fair?
Are you not blasted as I enter in?
Yes, see how every Flow'r lets fall its Head!
How shudders every Leaf without a Wind!
How every Green is as the Ivy pale!
Did ever Midnight Ghosts assemble here?
Have these sweet Ecchoes ever learnt to groan?
Joy-giving, Love-inspiring, holy Bow'r!
Know, in thy fragrant Bosom thou receiv'st
A—Murderer. Oh! I shall stain thy Lillies,
And Horror will usurp the Seat of Bliss.
So Lucifer broke into Paradise,
And soon Damnation follow'd. [He advances.] Ha! she sleeps———
The Day's uncommon Heat has overcome her.
Then take, my longing Eyes, your last full Gaze.
Oh! What a Sight is here? How dreadful Fair!
Who would not think that Being innocent?
Where shall I strike! Who strikes her, strikes himself.
My own Life-Blood will issue at her Wound.
O my distracted Heart!—O Cruel Heav'n!
To give such Charms as Those, and then call Man,
Meer Man, to be your Executioner.
Was it because it was too hard for you?
But see she smiles! I never shall smile more.
It strongly tempts me to a parting Kiss.
[Going, he starts back.
Ha!