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Enter MANUEL and ZANGA.

ZANGA.

F this be true, I cannot blame your pain
For wretched Carlos: tis but human in you.

Devour'd; and now, o'er his late envy'd fortune,
The dolphins bound, and wat'ry mountains roar,
Triumphant in his ruin.

ZANGA.

Is Alvarez

Determin'd to deny his daughter to him?

That treasure was on fhore; must that too join

The common wreck ?

MANUEL.

Alvarez pleads indeed,

That Leonora's heart is difinclin'd,

And pleads that only; fo it was this morning,
When he concurr'd: The tempeft broke the match,

And

And funk his favour, when it funk the gold:
The love of gold is double in his heart;
The vice of age, and of Alvarez too.

ZANGA.

How does Don Carlos bear it?

MANUEL.

Like a man,

Whofe heart feels moft a human heart can feel,

And reasons beft a human head can reason.

ZANGA.

But is he then in abfolute defpair?

MANUEL.

Never to fee his Leonora more:

And, quite to quench all future hope, Alvarez

Urges Alonzo to efpouse his daughter

This very day; for he has learnt their loves.

ZANGA.

Ha! was not that receiv'd with ecstasy

By Don Alonzo ?

MANUEL.

Yes, at first; but foon

A damp came o'er him; it would kill his friend.

ZANGA.

Not if his friend confented; and fince now

He can't himself espouse her——

MANUEL.

Yet to ask it

Has fomething fhocking to a generous mind;

At leaft Alonzo's fpirit ftartles at it.

Wide is the distance between our despair,
And giving up a mistress to another.
But I must leave you.

In his fevere affliction.

Carlos wants fupport

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[Exit Manuel. ZANGA.

Ha! it dawns

ZANGA.

It rifes to me like a new-found world

To mariners long time diftrefs'd at sea,

Sore from a storm, and all their viands spent ;-
Or like the fun just rifing out of chaos,

Some dregs of antient night not quite purg'd off:
But I fhall finish it-Ho! Isabella!

[Enter Ifabella.
I thought of dying; better things come forward;
Vengeance is ftill alive; from her dark covert,
With all her snakes erect upon her creft,

She ftalks in view, and fires me with her charms.
When, Isabel, arriv'd Don Carlos here?

ISABELLA.

Two nights ago.

ZANGA.

That was the very night

Before the battle-Memory, fet down that;

It has the effence of a crocodile,

Though yet but in the fhell-I'll give it birth

What time did he return?

ISABELLA.

At midnight.

ZANGA.

So

Say, did he fee, that night, his Leonora ?

No, my good lord.

ISABELLA,

ZANGA.

No matter-Tell me, woman,

Is not Alonzo rather brave than cautious;
Honeft than subtle; above fraud himself;
Slow therefore to suspect it in another?

ISABELLA.

ISABELLA.

You beft can judge; but fo the world thinks of him.

Why that is well

ZANGA.

Go fetch my tablets hither.

Two nights ago, my father's facred fhade

[Exit Ifabella.

Thrice ftalk'd around my bed, and smil'd upon me;
He smil❜d, a joy then little understood-

It must be fo-and if so, it is vengeance

Worth waking of the dead for.

[Re-enter Ifabella with the tablets. Zanga writes, then reads as to himself.

The father's fixt-Don Carlos cannot wed-
Alonzo may-but that will hurt his friend-
Nor can he ask his leave-If he did,

Thus it ftands

He might not gain it—. -It is hard to give

Our own confent to ills, tho' we must bear them.-
Were it not then a master-piece, worth all
The wisdom I can boaft, first to perfuade

Alonzo to requeft it of his friend,

His friend to grant-then, from that very grant,
The strongest proof of friendship man can give,
(And other motives) to work out a cause
Of jealoufy, to rack Alonzo's peace?——
I have turn'd o'er the catalogue of woes,

Which fting the heart of man, and find none equal:
It is the Hydra of calamities;

The seven-fold death: The jealous are the damn'd.
O jealoufy, each other paffion's calm

To thee, thou conflagration of the foul !

Thou king of torments! thou grand counterpoize
For all the transports beauty can inspire!

ISABELLA.

In courts, and do your work with bows and fmiles,
That little engin'ry, more mifchievous

Than fleets and armies, and the cannon's murder,
'Teach me to look a lye; give me your maze
Of gloomy thought, and intricate defign,
'I'o catch the man I hate, and then devour.

My lord, I give you joy.

[Enter Alonzo.

ALONZO.

Of what, good Zanga?

ZANGA.

Is not the lovely Leonora yours?

ALONZO.

What will become of Carlos ?

ZANGA.

He's your friend;

And fince he can't efpoufe the fair himself,
Will take fome comfort from Alonzo's fortune.

ALONZO.

Alas! thou little know'ft the force of love;
Love reigns a fultan with unrivall'd sway,
Puts all relations, friendship's self, to death,
If once he's jealous of it. I love Carlos;
Yet well I know what pangs I felt this morning
At his intended nuptials: For myself

I then felt pains, which now for him I feel.

ZANGA.

You will not wed her then?

ALONZO.