I'll be conducted thither-mark me well- The king? Confusion! all is on the rout! But see, she comes! I'll shun th' encounter; thou Follow me, and give heed to my direction. Enter ZARA and SELIM. Alon. My lord, he enter'd but a moment since, hoa! My lord, my lord, what, hoa! my lord Gonsalez ! [Exeunt. Sel. Avert it, heav'n! that you should ever For my defect; or that the means which I Yes, Osmyn, yes; be Osmyn or Alphonso, Thou shalt partake. Since fates no more af- I can but die with thee to keep my word. [Exit. SCENE II.-Opens and shows the Prison. Enter GONSALez, disguised like a Mute, with a Dagger. Gon. Nor sentinel, nor guard! the doors unbarr'd. Garcia! Re-enter GONSALEZ, bloody. Perdition choke your clamours! whence this rudeness? Gar. Perdition, slavery, and death Are ent'ring now our doors! Where is the king? What means this blood? and why this face of horror? Gon. No matter: give me first to know the cause Of these your rash and ill-tim'd exclamations. Had enter'd long ere now, and borne down all flying, Pronounc'd aloud by Perez for Alphonso. How much report has wrong'd your easy faith. And has declar'd the cause of his revolt Re-enter GARCIA. Gar. Ruin and horror! O, heart-wounding sight! Gon. What says my son? what ruin? ha! Gar. Blasted my eyes, and speechless be Gon. Alon. The king! Gar. Dead, welt'ring, drown'd in blood! See! see! attir'd like Osmyn, where he lies. [They look in. And all as still as at the ngon of night! Gar. Where? where, Alonzo, where's my On me, on me, turn your avenging swords! I, who have spilt my royal master's blood, father? where 32 THE MOURNING BRIDE. greater! Re-enter Mutes. [ACT V. What have you seen? Ha! wherefore stare you thus [Mutes return, and look affrighted. The horror of that thought has damp'd my rage. With haggard eyes? Why are your arms across? Your heavy and desponding heads hung down? signs? For thee I've been ambitious, base, and bloody; Why is't you more than speak in these sad Whose weight has sunk me ere I reach'd the shore. Give me more ample knowledge of this mourn ing. [They go to the Scene, which opening, she Gar. Fatal ambition! Hark! the foe is en-O Osmyn! O Alphonso! Cruel fate! ter'd! The shrillness of that shout speaks 'em at hand. I came prepar'd to die, and see thee dieCruel, cruel, O more than killing object! Alon. My lord, I've thought how to con- But cannot bear to find thee thus, my Osmyn[Shout. Nay, came prepar'd myself to give thee deathO, this accurs'd, this base, this treach'rous king. ceal the body: Require me not to tell the means, till done, [Goes in. [Goe Shout. Gon. They shout again! Whate'er he means to do, 'Twere fit the soldiers were amus'd with hopes; late: But I'll omit no care nor haste; and try Or to repel their force, or bravely die. [Exit. The mute you sent, by some mischance was Re-enter ALONZO. Gon. What hast thou done, Alonzo? As but an hour ago I'd not have done, Sever'd the head, and in an obscure corner Gon. "Twas an act of horror, To aid my son. I'll follow with the last Zara. Silence and solitude are every where! 'Tis not that he is dead! for 'twas decreed slides Still further from me; look, he hides his face! I cannot feel it-quite beyond my reach. Let 'em set down the bowls, and warn Al-O, now he's gone, and all is dark phonso That I am here-so. [Mutes go in] You re- The king; tell him what he requir'd I've done, [Dies. Mutes kneel and mourn over her. Enter ALMERIA and LEOnora. Alm. O, let me seek him in this horrid cell; [Exit Selim. For in the tomb, or prison, I alone Alm. Show me, for I am come in search of death, But want a guide, for tears have dimm'd my sight. Leon. Alas, a little further, and behold Zara all pale and dead! two frightful men, Who seem the murderers, kneel weeping by; Feeling remorse too late for what they've done. But O, forbear-lift up your eyes no more, But haste away, fly from this fatal place, Where miseries are multiply'd; return, Return, and look not on, for there's a dagger Ready to stab the sight, and make your eyes Rain blood Alm. O, I foreknow, foresee that object. -I do not weep! the springs of tears are dry'd, Yes, yes, I know to mourn! I'll sluice this [They point at the other Cup. Thanks to the lib'ral hand that fill'd thee thus; I'll drink my glad acknowledgment— Leon. O hold, For mercy's sake; upon my knee I beg Alm. With thee the kneeling world should beg. in vain. Seest thou not there? Behold who prostrate lies, And pleads against thee; who shall then prevail? Yet I will take a cold and parting leave And stain the colour of my last adieu. Horror! a headless trunk! nor lips nor face, [Coming near the Body, starts and lets fall the Cup. But spouting veins and mangled flesh! Oh! oh! Enter ALPHONSO, HELI, PEREZ, Guards, and Attendants; with GARCIA, Prisoner. Alph. Away, stand off! where is she! let me fly, Save her from death, and snatch her to my heart. Alm. Oh! Alph. Forbear; my arms alone shall hold her up, ness. Warm her to life, and wake her into glad- Alph. O mayst thou never dream of less delight, Nor ever wake to less substantial joys! This is my lord, my life, my only husband: Alph. O, my heart's comfort! 'tis not giv'n to this Frail life, to be entirely bless'd. E'en now, Ill-fated Zara! Ha! a cup! alas! Whose virtue has renounc'd thy father's crimes, been? Let us, who through our innocence survive, HILL. AARON HILL, eldest son of George Hill, Esq. of Malmsbury Abbey, Wiltshire, was born in London, Febr. 10, 14. The life of this author presents a most astonishing instance of genius and industry. At the age of 15 we find malone in a vessel bound for Constantinople, on a visit to Lord Paget, ambassador at that court, and a distant relation of his mother's. His Lordship, struck with the ardent desire of knowledge, which had induced this youth to uch an undertaking, provided him with a tutor with whom he travelled through Egypt, Palestine and the greater part of the East. He returned with his Lordship from Constantinople by land; and profited of the occasion of their tay at the different courts to see the greatest part of Europe. 1710, Manager of the King's Theatre, Haymarket, he te the opera of Rinaldo, the music of which was the first of Handel's compositions after his arrival in England. Although no inan could be more qualified for this undertaking, he relinquished the management on account of some misunderstanding; and turned his thoughts entirely on a project of making sweet oil from beech-nuts. He obtained a patent, and had his fortune been sufficient for the undertaking he would undoubtedly have rendered this attempt of great advantage to the nation; but borrowing a sum of 25,000 pounds, he was obliged to submit to the formation of a company, who were to act in concert with him. These people, with the most sanguine hopes of success and ignorant of the inventor's plans, or perhaps fearing to loose their money, upon a trifling delay of their hopes, immediately com menced representations; these caused disputes, and the whole affair was overthrown just at the time when profits were already rising from it, and, if pursued with vigour, would, in all probability have continued increasing and permanent. Another valuable project, that of applying the timber grown in the north of Scotland to the use of the navy, for which it had bech long erroneously imagined to be unft, he set on foot in 1727: here again we have a terrible account of the obstacles he met with: when the trees were chained together into a raft, the Highlanders could not be prevailed upon to go down the river on them, till he first went himself; and he was obliged to find out a method of doing away with the rocks (by lighting fires on them at low water), which choked up the passage in different parts of the river. The commencement of a lead mine in the same country employing all the men and horses, which had heretofore been at his service, put an end to this undertaking; however he was presented with the freedom of Inverness and Aberdeen, as a compliment for his great exertions. All this time his pen did not continue idle: he produced The progress of Wit, a caveat for the use of an eminent Writer; in which he retorts very severely upon Pope, who had introduced him into The Dunciad, as one of the competitors for the prize offered by the goddess of Dulness. After the death of his wife 1731, he continued in London and in intercourse with the public till about 1758, when he withdrew to Plaistow in Essex, where his indefatigable genius projected many profitable improvements. One he lived to complete, but without benefit to himself, which was the art of making potash, equal to that brought from Russia. Here he wrote and published several poetical pieces; and adapted Voltaire's tragedy of Merope to the English Stage," which was the last work he lived to complete. He died the very day before it was to he represented for his benefit, Feb. 8. 1749, in the very minute of the earthquake. The Biographia Dramatica says him to have been a person of the most amiable disposition, extensive knowledge, and elegant conversation. We find him bestowing the profits of many of his works for the relief of distressed authors and artists; though he would never accept of a benefit for himself, till his distresses at the close of his life obliged him to solicit the acting of Merope for their relief. No labour deterred him from the prosecution of any design which appeared to him to be praiseworthy and feasible, nor was it in the power of the greatest misfortunes to overcome or even shake his fortitude of mind. Although accused of being rather too turgid, and in some places obscure; yet the nervous power, and sterling sense we find in his writings ought to make us overlook our having been obliged to take some little pains in digging through the tock in which it is contained; while his rigid correctness will always make him stand in an exalted rank of merit, ZARA. ZARA was first produced 1735; and though it is founded on the principles of religious party, which are generally apt to throw an air of enthusiasm and bigotry into those dramatic works which are built on them, this piece has always been esteemed a very superior one. The Biographia Dramatica says, "It is borrowed originally from the Zuire of Voltaire; an author who, while he resided in England, imbibed so much of the spirit of British liberty, that his writings seem almost always calculated for the meridian of London. Mr. Hill, however, has made this as well as his other translations so much his own, that it is hard to determine which of the two may most properly be called the author of this play." It is remarkable for a very extraordinary event; it is related, that a gentleman of the name of Bond, collecting a party of his friends, got up the play of Zara, at the music room in Villiers Street, York Buildings, and chose the part of Lusignan for himself. His acting was considered as a prodigy; and he yielded himself up so to the force and impetuosity of his imagination, that upon the discovery of his daughter, he fainted away. The house rung with applause; but, finding that he continued a long time in that situation, the audience began to be uneasy and apprehensive. With some difficulty, the representatives of Chatilion and Nerestan placed him in his chair; he then faintly spoke, extended his arms to receive his children, raised his eyes to heaven, and then closed them for ever, My fate's bound in by Sion's sacred wall: I claim no share in the remoter world, Sel. Have you forgot So nobly vow'd redemption from your chains! Tis plain his promise stretch'd beyond his A stranger and a slave, unknown, like him Proposing much, means little; talks and vows, He promis'd to redeem ten Christians more, I once admir'd the unprofitable zeal, Sel. What, if yet, Zara. Can my fond heart, on such a feeble Embrace a faith abhorr'd by him I love? He, faithful should return, and hold his vow; In France a Christian, I am here a Saracen: Would you not, then Zara. No matter-Time is past. And every thing is chang'd. Sel. But whence comes this? 'Tis but instruction all! Our parents' hand Zara. Go; 'twere too much to tell thee Thou wert not made a pris'ner in this place, Zara's fate: Till after reasons, borrowing force from years, me: Yet, far from having lost the rev'rence due, Thou blushest, and I guess thy thoughts ac- Why will you join your hand with this proud cuse me : Osman's, But, known me better-'twas unjust suspicion. Who owes his triumph to the Christians' ruin? with 'em: Reason and pride, those props of modesty, His whole regard is fix'd on me alone: it all: I talk not of a sceptre, which he gives me: No-to be charm'd with that were thanks too humble! Offensive tribute, and too poor for love! 'Twas Osman won my heart, not Osman's crown: My heart is not surpris'd, but struck to hear it. I love not in him aught besides himself. If to be empress can complete your happiness, Thou think'st, perhaps, that these are starts of I rank myself, with joy, among your slaves. Zara. Be still my equal, and enjoy my But had the will of heav'n, less bent to bless him, Doom'd Osman to my chains, and me to fill The throne that Osman sits on-ruin and wretchedness blessings; For, thou partaking, they will bless me more. marriage? passion: Catch and consume my wishes, but I wouldWill not this grandeur, falsely call'd a bliss, To raise me to myself, descend to him. Plant bitterness, and root it in your heart? Have you forgot you are of Christian blood? [Exit Selima. Zara. Ah, me! what hast thou said, why A grand March. Enter OSMAN, reading wouldst thou thus Recall my wav'ring thoughts? How know I what, Or whence I am? Heaven kept it hid in dark ness, Conceal'd me from myself, and from my blood. Sel. Nerestan, who was born a Christian, here, a Paper, which he re-delivers to ORASMIN, with Attendants. Osman. Wait my return, or should there That may require my presence, do not fear [Exit Oras. etc. Follows my people's happiness. At length, Asserts, that you like him, had Christian pa-Cares have releas'd my heart to love and Zara. Zara. 'Twas not in cruel absence, to deprive me |