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The Revenge: A Tragedy

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Young Edward

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Yet on I toil'd, and groan'd for an occasion Of ample vengeance; none has yet arriv'd. Howe'er, at present, I conceive warm hopes Of what may wound him sore in his ambition, Life of his life, and dearer than his soul. By nightly march he purpos'd to surprise The Moorish camp; but I have taken care They shall be ready to receive his favour. Failing in this, a cast of utmost moment, Would darken all the conquests he has won. Isa. Just as I enter'd, an express arriv'd. Zan. To whom? Isa. His friend, don Carlos. Zan. Be propitious, Oh! Mahomet, on this important hour, And give at length my famish'd soul revenge! What is revenge, but courage to call in Our honour's debts, and wisdom to convert Others' self-love into our own protection? But see, the morning dawn breaks in upon us; I'll seek don Carlos, and inquire my fate.[exeunt.

SCENE II. THE PALACE.

Enter Don Manuel and Don Carlos.

Man. My lord don Carlos, what brings your express?

Car. Alonzo's glory, and the Moor's defeat.

The field is strew'd with twice ten thousand slain,

Though he suspects his measures were betray'd,

He'll soon arrive. Oh, how I long t' embrace

The first of heroes, and the best of friends!

I lov'd fair Leonora long before

The chance of battle gave me to the Moors,

From whom so late Alonzo set me free;

And while I groan'd in bondage, I deputed

This great Alonzo, whom her father honours,

To be my gentle advocate in love,

To stir her heart, and fan its fires for me.

Man. And what success?

Car. Alas, the cruel maid—

Indeed her father, who, though high in court,

And pow'rful with the king, has wealth at heart

To heal his devastations from the Moors,

Knowing I'm richly freighted from the east,

My fleet now sailing in the sight of Spain,

(Heav'n guard it safe through such a dreadful storm!)

Caresses me, and urges her to wed.

Man. Her aged father, see,

Leads her this way.

Car. She looks like radiant truth,

Brought forward by the hand of hoary time—

You to the port with speed; 'tis possible

Some vessel is arriv'd. Heav'n grant it bring

Tidings which Carlos may receive with joy![exit D. M.

Enter Don Alvarez and Leonora.

Alv. Don Carlos, I am lab'ring in your favour

With all a parent's soft authority,

And earnest counsel.

Car. Angels second you!

For all my bliss or mis'ry hangs on it.

Alv. Daughter, the happiness of life depends

On our discretion, and a prudent choice.

Look into those they call unfortunate,

And, closer view'd, you'll find they are unwise:

Some flaw in their own conduct lies beneath.

Don Carlos is of ancient, noble blood,

And then his wealth might mend a prince's fortune.

For him the sun is lab'ring in the mines,

A faithful slave, and turning earth to gold:

His keels are freighted with that sacred pow'r,

By which e'en kings and emperors are made.

Sir, you have my good wishes, and I hope

My daughter is not indispos'd to hear you.[exit.

Car. Oh, Leonora! why art thou in tears?

Because I am less wretched than I was?

Before your father gave me leave to woo you,

Hush'd was your bosom, and your eye serene.

Leon. Think you my father too indulgent to me,

That he claims no dominion o'er my tears?

A daughter sure may be right dutiful,

Whose tears alone are free from a restraint.

Car. Had I known this before it had been well:

I had not then solicited your father

To add to my distress;

Have I not languish'd prostrate at thy feet?

Have I not liv'd whole days upon thy sight?

Have I not seen thee where thou hast not been?

And, mad with the idea, clasp'd the wind,

And doated upon nothing?

Leon. Court me not,

Good Carlos, by recounting of my faults,

And telling how ungrateful I have been.

Alas, my lord, if talking would prevail,

I could suggest much better arguments

Than those regards you threw away on me;

Your valour, honour, wisdom, prais'd by all.

But bid

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