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The REVENGE.
Ha! smile again? She dreams of him she loves.
Curse on her Charms! I'll stab her thro' them all.
[As he is going to strike, she wakes.
Curse on her Charms! I'll stab her thro' them all.
[As he is going to strike, she wakes.
Leon.My Lord, your Stay was long, and yonder Lull
Of falling Waters tempted me to Rest,
Dispirited with Noon's excessive Heat.
Of falling Waters tempted me to Rest,
Dispirited with Noon's excessive Heat.
Alon.Ye Pow'rs! with what an Eye she mends the Day!
While they were clos'd I should have giv'n the Blow.
O for a last Embrace! And then for Justice.
Thus Heav'n and I shall both be satisfy'd.
While they were clos'd I should have giv'n the Blow.
O for a last Embrace! And then for Justice.
Thus Heav'n and I shall both be satisfy'd.
Leon.What says my Lord?
Alon.Why this Alonzo says.
If Love were endless, Men were Gods: 'tis that
Does counter-ballance Travel, Danger, Pain—
'Tis Heav'n's Expedient to make Mortals bear
The Light, and cheat them of the peaceful Grave.
If Love were endless, Men were Gods: 'tis that
Does counter-ballance Travel, Danger, Pain—
'Tis Heav'n's Expedient to make Mortals bear
The Light, and cheat them of the peaceful Grave.
Leon.Alas! my Lord, why talk you of the Grave?
Your Friend is dead; in Friendship you sustain
A mighty Loss, repair it with my Love.
Your Friend is dead; in Friendship you sustain
A mighty Loss, repair it with my Love.
Alon.Thy Love? Thou piece of Witchcraft! I wou'd say,
Thou brightest Angel! I could gaze for ever.
Where hadst thou This? Enchantress, tell me, where?
Which with a Touch works Miracles, boils up
My Blood to Tumult, and turns round my Brain!
Ev'n now thou swim'st before me. I shall lose thee.
No, I will make thee sure, and clasp thee all.
Who turn'd this slender Waste with so much Art,
And shut Perfection in so small a Ring?
Who spread that pure Expanse of White above!
On which the dazzled Sight can find no Rest;
But drunk with Beauty, wanders up and down
For ever, and for ever finds new Charms!
But, O those Eyes! Those Murderers! O whence!
Whence didst thou steal their burning Orbs? from Heav'n?
Thou didst, and 'tis Religion to adore them.
Thou brightest Angel! I could gaze for ever.
Where hadst thou This? Enchantress, tell me, where?
Which with a Touch works Miracles, boils up
My Blood to Tumult, and turns round my Brain!
Ev'n now thou swim'st before me. I shall lose thee.
No, I will make thee sure, and clasp thee all.
Who turn'd this slender Waste with so much Art,
And shut Perfection in so small a Ring?
Who spread that pure Expanse of White above!
On which the dazzled Sight can find no Rest;
But drunk with Beauty, wanders up and down
For ever, and for ever finds new Charms!
But, O those Eyes! Those Murderers! O whence!
Whence didst thou steal their burning Orbs? from Heav'n?
Thou didst, and 'tis Religion to adore them.
Leon.My best Alonzo, moderate your Thought:
Extremes still fright me, tho' of Love it self.
Extremes still fright me, tho' of Love it self.
Alon.Extremes indeed! it hurried me away;
But