When he concurr'd: The tempest broke the match, The vice of age, and of Alvarez too. ZANGA. How does Don Carlos bear it? MANUEL. Like a man, Whose heart feels most a human heart can feel, ZANGA. But is he then in absolute despair? MANUEL. Never to see his Leonora more: And, quite to quench all future hope, Alvarez 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 soon A damp came o'er him; it would kill his friend. ZANGA. Not if his friend consented; and since now He can't himself espouse her MANUEL. Yet to ask it Has something shocking to a generous mind; At least Alonzo's spirit startles at it. Wide is the distance between our despair, It rises to me like a new-found world To mariners long time distress'd at sea, [Enter Isabella. She stalks in view, and fires me with her charms. Two nights ago. ISABELLA. ZANGA. That was the very night Before the battle-Memory, set down that; It has the essence of a crocodile, Though yet but in the shell-I'll give it birth What time did he return? ISABELLA. At midnight. ZANGA, So Say, did he see, that night, his Leonora? ISABELLA. No, my good lord. ZANGA. No matter-Tell me, woman, Is not Alonzo rather brave than cautious; ISABELLA. You can best judge; but so the world thinks of him. ZANGA Why that is well-Go fetch my tablets hither. [Exit Isabella. Two nights ago, my father's sacred shade Thrice stalk'd around my bed, and smil'd upon me; He smil'd, a joy then little understood It must be so-and if so, it is vengeance Worth waking of the dead for. [Re-enter Isabella with the tablets. Zanga writes, then reads as to himself. Thus it stands The father's fixt-Don Carlos cannot wed Alonzo may--but that will hurt his friend Nor can he ask his leave He might not gain it -If he did, It is hard to give Our own consent to ills, tho' we must bear them.- The wisdom I can boast, first to persuade His friend to grant-then, from that very grant, I have turn'd o'er the catalogue of woes, Which sting the heart of man, and find none equal: The seven-fold death: The jealous are the damn'd To thee, thou conflagration of the soul! Thou king of torments! thou grand counterpoize ISABELLA. Alonzo comes this way. ZANGA. Most opportunely. Withdraw.-Ye subtle Dæmons, which reside [Exit Isa. In courts, and do your work with bows and smiles, That little engin'ry, more mischievous Than fleets and armies, and the cannon's murder, Of gloomy thought, and intricate design, 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 since he can't espouse the fair himself, ALONZO. Alas! thou little know'st the force of love; I then felt pains, which now for him I feel. Your very errors; they are born from virtue : |