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The REVENGE.
As he is going to stab himself, Alonzo rushes upon him to prevent him. In the mean time, Enter Alvarez attended. They disarm and seize Zanga. Alonzo puts the Dagger in his Bosom.
Alon.No, Monster, thou shalt not escape by Death.
Oh Father!
Oh Father!
Alon.O Alonzo———Isabella,
Touch'd with Remorse to see her Mistress' Pangs;
Told all the Dreadful Tale.
Touch'd with Remorse to see her Mistress' Pangs;
Told all the Dreadful Tale.
Alon.What Groan was that?
Zan.As I have been a Vultur to thy Heart,
So will I be a Raven to thine Ear,
And true as ever snuff'd the Scent of Blood,
As ever flapt its heavy Wing against
The Window of the Sick, and croak'd Despair.
Thy Wife is dead.
[Alvarez goes to the side of the Stage, and returns.]
So will I be a Raven to thine Ear,
And true as ever snuff'd the Scent of Blood,
As ever flapt its heavy Wing against
The Window of the Sick, and croak'd Despair.
Thy Wife is dead.
[Alvarez goes to the side of the Stage, and returns.]
Alv.The dreadful News is true.
Alon.Prepare the Rack, invent new Torments for him.
Zan.This too is well. The fix'd and noble Mind
Turns all Occurrence to its own Advantage,
And I'll make Vengeance of Calamity.
Were I not thus reduc'd, thou would'st not know,
That thus reduc'd, I dare defy thee still.
Torture Thou may'st; but thou shalt ne'er despise me.
The Blood will follow where the Knife is driven,
The Flesh will quiver where the Pincers tear,
And Sighs and Cries by Nature grow on Pain.
But these are foreign to the Soul; Not mine
The Groans that issue, or the Tears that fall;
They disobey me; On the Rack I scorn Thee,
As when my Fauchion clove thy Helm in Battel.
Turns all Occurrence to its own Advantage,
And I'll make Vengeance of Calamity.
Were I not thus reduc'd, thou would'st not know,
That thus reduc'd, I dare defy thee still.
Torture Thou may'st; but thou shalt ne'er despise me.
The Blood will follow where the Knife is driven,
The Flesh will quiver where the Pincers tear,
And Sighs and Cries by Nature grow on Pain.
But these are foreign to the Soul; Not mine
The Groans that issue, or the Tears that fall;
They disobey me; On the Rack I scorn Thee,
As when my Fauchion clove thy Helm in Battel.
Alv.Peace, Villain!
Zan.While I live, Old Man, I'll speak,
And, well I know Thou dar'st not kill me yet;
For that wou'd rob thy Bloodhounds of their Prey.
And, well I know Thou dar'st not kill me yet;
For that wou'd rob thy Bloodhounds of their Prey.
Alon.Who call'd Alonzo?
Alv.No one call'd, my Son.
Alon.