Shall be transparent, naked every thought, And friends meet friends, and read each other's hearts Thou❜lt know, one day, that thou wast held most dear. Farewell. CARLOS. Alonzo, stay-He cannot speak [Holds him. [Aside. Lest it should grieve me—Shall I be outdone? And lose in glory, as I lose in love? I take it much unkindly, my Alonzo, You think so meanly of me, not to speak, When, well I know, your heart is near to bursting. ALONZO. There, there it is, my friend; it cuts me there. To ask, when sure it cannot be deny'd! CARLOS. How greatly thought! In all he tow'rs above me. [Aside. Why, what a pang has he run through for this! By heaven, I envy him his agonies. Why was not mine the most illustrious lot, Of starting at one action from below, Ha! Angels strengthen me!-It shall be so I can't want strength. Great actions, once conceiv'd And call themselves to being. [Aside.]-My Alonzo! ALONZO. What means my Carlos? CARLOS. Pray observe me well: Fate and Alvarez tore her from my heart; And, plucking up my love, they had well nigh I cannot wed- -Farewell my happiness; And often wounded, while she plucks the rose; That heav'n is pleas'd to make distress become her, Take then my heart in dowry with the fair; With thy surrounding arms-Do this; and then ALONZO. There is a grandeur in thy goodness to me, CARLOS. My heart's in health, my spirits dance their round, ALONZO. And canst thou, canst thou part with Leonora? CARLOS. I do not part with her; I give her thee. O Carlos! ALONZO. CARLOS. Don't distrust me; I'm sincere ; Nor is it more than simple justice in me: ALONZO. Ah! how?But think not words were ever made For such occasions: Silence, tears, embraces, Are languid eloquence: I'll seek relief In absence from the pain of so much goodness; There thank the blest above; thy sole superiors, Adore, and raise my thoughts of them by thee. [Exit. ZANGA. [Aside.] Thus far success has crown'd my boldest hope: My next care is to hasten these new nuptials; And then my master-works begin to play. Why that was greatly done, without one sigh [To Carlos. To carry such a glory to its period. CARLOS. Too soon thou praisest me. He's gone; and now I must unsluice my over-burden'd heart, And let it flow: I would not grieve my friend Let gush the torrent of his blood, and dy'd. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. Enter ZANGA and ISABella. ZANGA. JOY, thou welcome stranger! twice three years I have not felt thy vital beam; but now It warms my veins, and plays around my heart; It is thy last, thy last smile, that which now Anguish, and groans, and death, bespeak to-morrow. ISABELLA. What commands my Moor? ZANGA. My fair ally! my lovely minister ! 'Twas well Alvarez, by my arts impell'd, (To plunge Don Carlos in the last despair, And so prevent all future molestation) Finish'd the nuptials soon as he resolv'd them; |