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The REVENGE.
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Alon.Again!—'tis Carlos' Voice, and I obey.
Oh how I laugh at all that This can do,
[Shewing the Dagger.
The Wounds that pain'd, the Wounds that murder'd me
Were giv'n before; I am already dead,
This only marks my Body for the Grave.
[Stabs himself.
Africk, Thou art reveng'd———O Leonora!———
[Dies.
Oh how I laugh at all that This can do,
[Shewing the Dagger.
The Wounds that pain'd, the Wounds that murder'd me
Were giv'n before; I am already dead,
This only marks my Body for the Grave.
[Stabs himself.
Africk, Thou art reveng'd———O Leonora!———
[Dies.
Zan.Good Ruffians give me leave, my Blood is yours,
The Wheel's prepar'd, and you shall have it all;
Let me but look one Moment on the Dead,
And pay your selves with gazing on my Pangs.
[He goes to Alonzo's Body.
Is this Alonzo? Where's his haughty Mein?
Is that the Hand which smote me? Heav'ns, how pale!
And art thou dead? So is my Enmity.
I war not with the Dust: the Great, the Proud,
The Conqueror of Africk was my Foe.
A Lyon preys not upon Carcasses.
This was thy only Method to subdue me.
Terror and Doubt fall on me, all thy Good
Now blazes, all thy Guilt is in the Grave.
Never had Man such Funeral Applause;
If I lament thee, sure thy Worth was Great.
Oh Vengeance! I have follow'd thee too far,
And to receive me, Hell blows all her Fires.
[He is born off.
The Wheel's prepar'd, and you shall have it all;
Let me but look one Moment on the Dead,
And pay your selves with gazing on my Pangs.
[He goes to Alonzo's Body.
Is this Alonzo? Where's his haughty Mein?
Is that the Hand which smote me? Heav'ns, how pale!
And art thou dead? So is my Enmity.
I war not with the Dust: the Great, the Proud,
The Conqueror of Africk was my Foe.
A Lyon preys not upon Carcasses.
This was thy only Method to subdue me.
Terror and Doubt fall on me, all thy Good
Now blazes, all thy Guilt is in the Grave.
Never had Man such Funeral Applause;
If I lament thee, sure thy Worth was Great.
Oh Vengeance! I have follow'd thee too far,
And to receive me, Hell blows all her Fires.
[He is born off.
Alv.Dreadful Effect of Jealousy! a Rage
In which the Wise with Caution will engage;
Reluctant long, and tardy to believe,
Where sway'd by Nature we our selves deceive,
Where our own Folly joins the Villain's Art,
And each Man finds a Zanga in his Heart.
In which the Wise with Caution will engage;
Reluctant long, and tardy to believe,
Where sway'd by Nature we our selves deceive,
Where our own Folly joins the Villain's Art,
And each Man finds a Zanga in his Heart.
FINIS.