Ah! why so sad? You know each sigh does shake me; Sighs there, are tempests here. I've heard, bad men would be unblest in heav'n: LEONORA. Court me not, Good Carlos, by recounting of my faults, CARLOS. Must I then despair? Do not shake me thus; Nor heard the summons of the next day's battle: The promis'd fight; I left Alonzo too, To stand the war, and quell a world alone. [Trumpets. LEONORA. The victor comes. My lord, I must withdraw. And must you go? CARLOS. LEONORA. Why should you wish my stay? Your friend's arrival will bring comfort to you, CARLOS. [Exit Leonora. Sure, there's no peril, but in love. O how Carlos!-I am whole again: Claspt in thy arms, it makes my heart entire. CARLOS. Whom dare I thus embrace? The conqueror of Africk? ALONZO. Yes, much more; Don Carlos' friend. The conquest of the world would cost me dear, I conquer with Don Carlos in my eye: And thus I claim my victory's reward. [Embracing him. CARLOS. A victory indeed! Your godlike arm When the tempestuous sea comes roaring on them. ALONZO. 'Twas Carlos conquer'd; 'twas his cruel chains Inflam'd 'me to a rage unknown before, And threw my former actions far behind. CARLOS. I love fair Leonora: How I love her! But love, like wine, gives a tumultuous bliss, Enter ZANGA. ZANGA. Manuel, my lord, returning from the port, CARLOS. In private !-Ha-Alonzo I'll return; No business can detain me long from thee, Exit Car ZANGA. My lord Alonzo, I obey'd your orders. ALONZO. Will the fair Leonora pass this way? ZANGA. She will, my lord; and soon. ALONZO. Come near me, Zanga For I dare open all my heart to thee. To talk to Leonora's heart, and make A tender party in her thoughts, for him. I thought him dead; for (by what fate I know not) ZANGA. [Aside.} Thanks to Zanga, Who thence contriv'd that evil which has happen'd. ALONZO. Yes, curs'd of heav'n! I lov'd myself; and now, In a late action rescu'd from the Moors, I have brought home my rival in my friend. ZANGA. We hear, my lord, that in that action too, ALONZO. It did with more than the expence of mine; Hadst thou a thousand lives, thy death would please me. My six years hope of vengeance quite expir'd! Enter LEONOra. ALONZO. When nature ends with anguish like to this, LEONORA. The mighty conqueror. Dismay'd! I thought you gave the foe ALONZO. your sorrows. O cruel insult! are those the tears you sport, Which nothing but a love for you could draw? LEONORA. That passion which you boast of, is your guilt; |