The Same. -
Enter ZARA, follow'd by SELIM, and two Mutes bearing the Bowls. -
ZARA. Silence and Solitude are ev'ry where!
Thro' all the Gloomy Ways, and Iron Doors
That hither lead, nor Humane Face nor Voice
Is seen, or heard. A dreadful Din was wont
To grate the Sense, when entred here; from Groans
And Howls of Slaves condemn'd, from Clink of Chains,
And Crash of rusty Bars and creeking Hinges:
And ever and anon, the Sight was dash'd
With frightful Faces, and the meagre Looks
Of grim and gashly Executioners
Yet, more; this Stilness terrifies my Soul,
Than did that Scene of Complicated Horrors.
It may be, that the Cause, and Purpose of
My Errand, being chang'd from Life to Death,
Has also wrought this chilling Change of Temper.
Or does my Heart bode more? what can it more
Than Death?-
Let 'em set down the Bowls, and warn Alphonso
That I am here- so. You return and find [Mutes going in.
The King; tell him, what he requir'd, I've done,
And wait his coming to approve the Deed. [Exit SELIM.
What have you seen? Ha! wherefore stare you thus,
[The Mutes return, and look affrighted.
With hagger'd Eyes? why are your Arms a-cross?
Your heavy and desponding Heads hung down?
Why is't you more than speak in these sad Signs?
Give me more ample Knowledge of this Mourning. -
[They go to the Scene which opens and shews the Body. -
Ha! prostrate! bloody! headless! O- start Eyes,
Split Heart, burst ev'ry Vein, at this dire Object:
At once dissolve and flow; meet Blood with Blood;
Dash your encountering Streams with mutual Violence,
'Till Surges roll and foaming Billows rise,
And curl their Crimson Heads, to kiss the Clouds!
-Rain, rain ye Stars, spout from your burning Orbs
Precipitated Fires, and pour in Sheets
The blazing Torrent on the Tyrant's Head;
Scorch and consume the curst persidious King. -
Enter SELIM. -
SELIM. I've sought in vain, the King is no where to
Be found.-
ZARA. Get thee to Hell, and seek him there. [Stabs him.
His Hellish Rage had wanted Means to act,
But for thy fatal and pernicious Counsel.
SELIM. You thought it better then- but I'm rewarded.
The Mute you sent, by some Mischance was seen,
And forc'd to yield your Letter with his Life:
I found the dead and bloody Body stripp'd-
My Tongue faulters, and my Voice fails-
Drink not the Poyson- for Alphonso is- [Dies.
ZARA. As thou art now- And I shall quickly be.
'Tis not that he is dead; for 'twas decreed
We both should die. Nor is't that I survive;
I have a Remedy for that. But Oh,
He dy'd unknowing in my Heart.
He knew I lov'd, but knew not to what height:
Nor that I meant to fall before his Eyes,
A Martyr and a Victim to my Vows:
Insensible of this last Proof he's gone.
Yet Fate alone can rob his Mortal Part
Of Sense: His Soul still sees, and know each Purpose,
And fix'd event of my persisting Faith.
Then, wherefore do I pause?- give me the Bowl.
[A Mute kneels and gives one of the Bowls.
Hover a Moment, yet, thou gentle Spirit,
Soul of my Love, and I will wait thy Flight.
This to our mutual Bliss when joyn'd above. [Drinks.
O friendly Draught, already in my Heart!
Cold, cold; my Veins are Icicles and Frost.
I'll creep into his Bosom, lay me there;
Cover us close- or I shall chill his Breast,
And fright him from my Arms- See, see, he slides
Still further from me; look, he hides his Face,
I cannot feel it- quite beyond my reach.
O now he's gone, and all is dark- [Dies.
[The Mutes kneel and mourn over her. -
Enter ALMERIA and LEONORA. -
ALM. O let me seek him in this horrid Cell;
For in the Tomb or Prison, I alone
Must hope to find him.
LEO. Heav'ns! what dismal Scene
Of Death is this? The Eunuch Selim slain!
ALM. Shew me, for I am come in search of Death;
But want a Guide; for Tears have dim'd my Sight.
LEO. Alas, a little farther, and behold
Zara all pale and dead! two frightful Men,
Who seem the Murderers, kneel weeping by:
Feeling Remorse too late, for what they've done.
But O forbear- lift up your Eyes no more;
But haste away, fly from this Fatal Place,
Where Miseries are multiply'd; return
And look not on; for there's a Dagger that
Will stab the Sight, and make your Eyes rain Blood.
ALM. O I fore-see that Object in my Mind.
Is it at last then so? is he then dead?
What dead at last, quite, quite, for ever dead?
There, there I see him; there he lies, the Blood
Yet bubbling from his Wounds- O more than Savage!
Had they, or Hearts, or Eyes, that did this Deed?
Could Eyes endure to guide such cruel Hands?
Are not my Eyes guilty alike with theirs,
That thus can gaze, and yet not turn to Stone?
-I do not weep! The Springs of Tears are dry'd;
And of a sudden I am calm, as if
All things were well; and yet my Husband's murder'd!
Yes, yes, I know to mourn; I'll sluce this Heart,
The Source of Woe, and let the Torrent loose.
-Those Men have left to weep, and look on me;
I hope they murder all on whom they look.
Behold me well; your bloody Hands have err'd,
And wrongfully have put to Death those Innocents:
I am the Sacrifice design'd to bleed;
And come prepar'd to yield my Throat- they shake
Their Heads in sign of Grief and Innocence!
[They point at the Bowl on the Ground.
And point! what mean they? Ha! a Cup. O well
I understand what Medicine has been here.
O noble Thirst! and yet too greedy to
Drink all- O for another Draught of Death.
[They point at the other Cup.
Ha! point again? 'tis there, and full, I hope.
O thanks the liberal Hand that fill'd thee thus;
I'll drink my glad Acknowledgment-
LEO. O hold
For Mercy's sake; upon my Knees- forbear.-
ALM. With Thee the kneeling World should beg in vain,
Seest thou not there who prostrate lies,
And pleads against thee? who shall then prevail?
Yet I will take a cold and parting Leave,
From his pale Lips; I'll kiss him e'er I drink,
Lest the rank Juice should blister on my Mouth,
And stain the Colour of my last Adieu.
Horrour! a headless Trunk! nor Lips nor Face,
[Coming nearer the Body, starts and lets fall the Cup.
But spouting Veins, and mangled Flesh! O, O. -
Enter ALPHONSO, HELI, PEREZ, with GARCIA Prisoner,
Guards and Attendants. -
ALPH. Away, stand off, where is she? let me fly,
Save her from Death; and snatch her to my Heart.
ALM. Oh-
ALPH. Forbear; my Arms alone shall hold her up:
Warm her to Life, and wake her into Gladness.
O let me talk to thy reviving Sense,
The Words of Joy and Peace; warm thy cold Beauties,
With the new-flushing Ardour of my Cheek;
Into thy Lips, pour the soft trickling Balm
Of Cordial Sighs; and re-inspire thy Bosom
With the Breath of Love. Shine, awake Almeria,
Give a new Birth To thy long-shaded Eyes,
Then double on the Day reflected Light.
ALM. Where am I? Heav'n! what does this Dream intend?
ALPH. O may'st thou never dream of less Delight,
Nor ever wake to less substantial Joys.
ALM. Giv'n me again from Death! O all ye Pow'rs
Confirm this Miracle! can I believe
My Sight, against my Sight? and shall I trust
That Sense, which in one Instant shews him dead
And living? Yes, I will; I've been abus'd
With Apparitions and affrighting Fantoms:
This is my Lord, my Life, my only Husband;
I have him now, and we no more will part.
My Father too shall have Compassion-
ALPH. O my Heart's Comfort; 'tis not giv'n to this
Frail Life, to be entirely bless'd. Even now,
In this extreamest Joy, my Soul can taste,
Yet am I dash'd to think that thou must weep;
Thy Father fell, where he design'd my Death.
Gonsalez and Alonzo, both of Wounds
Expiring, have with their last Breath confess'd
The just Decrees of Heav'n, in turning on
Themselves, their own most bloody Purposes.
Nay, I must grant, 'tis fit you shou'd be thus- [She weeps.
Let 'em remove the Body from her Sight.
Ill-fated Zara! Ha! a Cup? alas!
Thy Errour then is plain; but I were Flint
Not to o'er-flow in Tribute to thy Memory.
She shall be Royally interr'd. O Garcia,
Whose Virtue has renounc'd thy Father's Crimes,
Seest thou, how just the Hand of Heav'n has been?
Let us that thro' our Innocence survive,
Still in the Paths of Honour persevere,
And not from past or present Ills Despair:
For Blessings ever wait on vertuous Deeds;
And tho' a late, a sure Reward succeeds.
[Exeunt Omnes. -
