• Tor. And what can fhock my honour in a queen? Ray. A tyrant, an ufurper !

Tor. Grant she be.

When from the conqueror we hold our lives, • We yield ourselves his subjects from that hour: For mutual benefits make mutual ties.

Ray. Why, can you think I owe a thief my life, "Because he took it not by lawless force?

What if he did not all the ill he could?

Am I oblig'd by that t'affift his rapines,
And to maintain his murders?

Tor. Not to maintain, but bear them unreveng❜d. Kings titles commonly begin by force,

Which time wears off, and mellows into right:
So power, which in one age is tyranny,

Is ripen'd in the next to true fucceffion :
She's in poffefiion.

• Ray. So diseases are:

Should not a ling'ring fever be remov❜d, • Because it long has rag'd within my blood? • Do I rebel when I would thrust it out?

What, fhall I think the world was made for one,
• And men are born for kings, as beasts for men,
'Not for protection, but to be devour'd?

• Mark those who doat on arbitrary power,
And you shall find them either hot-brain'd youth,
• Or needy bankrupts, fervile in their greatnefs,
And flaves to fome, to lord it o'er the reft.

• O bafenefs, to fupport a tyrant throne,

And crufh your free-born brethren of the world!
Nay, to become a part of ufurpation;
T'efpoufe the tyrant's person and her crimes,
And on a tyrant get a race of tyrants,
To be your country's curfe in after-ages..
Tor. I fee no crime in her whom I adore,
Or if I do, her beauty makes it none :
Look on me as a man abandon'd o'er

• To an eternal lethargy of love;

To pull, and pinch, and wound me, cannot cure,
And but disturb the quiet of my death.'

Ray. Oh, Virtue, Virtue! what art thou become,
That man should leave thee for that toy, a woman,

• Made

• Made from the drofs and refufe of a man?

Heaven took him fleeping when he made her, too: 'Had man been waking, he had ne'er confented.' Now, fon, fuppofe

Some brave confpiracy were ready form'd,

To punish tyrants and redeem the land,
Could you fo far belie your country's hope,
As not to head the party ?

Tor. How could my hand rebel against my heart? Raym How could your heart rebel against your reason? Tor. No honour bids me fight against myself;

The royal family is all extinct,

And the who reigns beftows her crown on me.
So, muft I be ungrateful to the living,

To be but vainly pious to the dead;

While you defraud your offspring of their fate.

Raym. Mark who defraud their offspring, you or I; For, know, there yet furvives the lawful heir

Of Sancho's blood, whom, when I fhall produce,
I reft affur'd to fee you pale with fear,

And trembling at his name.

Tor. He must be more than man who makes me tremble: I dare him to the field, with all the odds

Of justice on his fide, against my tyrant.
Produce your lawful prince, and you

fhall fee

How brave a rebel love has made your fon.

Raym. Read that; 'tis with the royal fignet fign'd, And given me by the King, when time should ferve, To be perus'd by you.

Tor. [Reads.]" I the King:

My youngest and alone furviving fon,

Reported dead t' efcape rebellious rage,
Till happier times fhall call his courage forth
To break my fetters, or revenge my fate,
I will that Raymond educate as his,
And call him Torrifmond.".

If I am he, that fon, that Torrifmond,
The world contains not fo forlorn a wretch.
Let never man believe he can be happy;
For when I thought my fortune most secure,
One fatal moment tears me. from my joys;

And when two hearts were join'd by mutual love,

The

The fword of juice cuts upon the knot,
And fevers them for ever.

If

Raym. True, it must.

Tor. Oh, cruel man, to tell me that it must! you have any pity in your breast,

Redeem me from this labyrinth of fate,

And plunge me in my first obfcurity.

The fecret is alone between us two;

And though you would not hide me from myself,
Oh, yet be kind, conceal me from the world,

And be my father still.

Raym. Your lot's too glorious, and the proof's too plain. Now, in the name of honour, Sir, I beg you,

(Since I muit ufe authority no more)

On thefe old knees I beg you, ere I die,

That I may fee your father's death reveng'd.
Tor. Why, 'tis the only bus'nefs of my life ;
My order's ffu'd to recall the army,

And Bertran's death refolv'd.

[der!

Raym. And not the Queen's? Oh, fhe's the chief offen

Shall Juftice turn her edge within your hand?

No, if the 'fcape, you are yourself the tyrant,

And murderer of your father.

Tor. Cruel Fates,

To what have you referv'd me?

Raym. Why that figh?

Tor. Since you must know, (but break, Oh, break, my

Before I tell my fatal story out!)

Th' ufurper of my throne, my house's ruin,

The murderer of my father, is my wife.

[heart,

Raym. Oh, horror, horror !—After this alliance,

Let tigers match with hinds, and wolves with fheep,
And every creature couple with his foe.

How vainly man defigns, when Heav'n oppofes!
I bred you up to arms, rais'd you to power,
Permitted you to fight for this ufurper,

yours;

Indeed, to fave a crown, not her's, but
All to make fure the vengeance of this day,
Which even this day has ruin'd. One more queftion
Let me but afk, and I have done for ever:
Do you yet love the cause of all your woès,

Or

Or is the grown (as fure fhe ought to be)
More odious to your fight than toads and adders ?
Tor. Oh, there's the utmost malice of my fate,
That I am bound to hate, and born to love!

Raym. No more-Farewel, my much-lamented king! [Afide.] I dare not truft him with himself fo far, To own him to the people as their king,

Before their rage has finish'd my designs 'On Bertran and the Queen, But, in defpite "Ev'n of himself, I'll fave him.'

[Exit Raym

Tor. 'Tis but a moment fince I have been king,
And weary on't already. I'm a lover,

And lov'd, poffefs; yet all thefe make me wretched;
And Heav'n has giv'n me bleffings for a curfe.
With what a load of vengeance am I prefs'd!
Yet never, never can I hope for rest`;
For when my heavy burden I remove,
The weight falls down, and crushes her I love.

END of the FOURTH ACT.

[Exeunt

ACT V.

SCENE, a Bed-chamber.

Enter Torrifinond.

TORRISMOMd.

LOVE, juftice, nature, pity, and revenge,

Have kindled up a wild-fire in my breast,

And I am all a civil war within.

Enter Queen and Teresa at a distance.
My Leonora there!

Mine! is the mine? My father's murderer mine?
Oh, that I could, with honour, love her more,
Or hate her lefs, with reafon!-See, the weeps ;
Thinks me unkind, or falfe, and knows not why
I thus eftrange my perfon from her bed.

Shall I not tell her? No; 'twill break her heart:
She'll know too foon her own and my misfortunes. [Exit:
Qu. He's gone, and I am loft! Didit thou not fee
G

His

His fullen eyes, how gloomily they glanc'd?
He look'd not like the Torrifmond I lov'd.

[ceeds? Ter. Can you not guefs from whence this change preQu. No, there's the grief, Terefa. Oh, Terefa! Fain would I tell thee what I feel within,

But shame and modefty have ty'd my tongue! • Yet I will tell, that thou may'ft weep with me, "How dear, how fweet his first embraces were; • With what a zeal he join'd his lips to mine, And fuck'd my breath at every word I spoke, As if he drew his infpiration thence;

While both our fouls came upward to our mouths, As neighbouring monarchs at their borders meet. 'I thought-Oh, no, 'tis falfe, I could not think! • 'Twas neither life nor death, but both in one.

• Ter. Then fure his tranfports were not less than yours. Qu. More, more! for by the high-hung tapers' light

• I could difcern his cheeks were glowing red,

His very eye-balls trembled with his love,

And sparkled through their cafements humid fires:

• He figh❜d, and kiss'd, breath'd fhort, and would have But was too fierce to throw away the time;

All he could fay,. was love and Leonora.

[fpoke,

Ter. How then can you fufpect him lost so soon?
Qu. Last night he flew not with a bridegroom's haste,
Which eagerly prevents th' appointed hour.
I told the clocks, and watch'd the wafting light,
And lift'ned to each foftly-treading step,

In hope 'twas he; but still it was not he.
At last he came, but with fuch alter'd looks,
So wild, fo ghaftly, as if fome ghost had met him.
All pale, and fpeechlefs, he furvey'd me round;
Then with a groan, he threw himself in bed,
But far from me, as far as he could move,

And figh❜d, and tofs'd, and turn'd, but still from me.
Ter. What, all the night?

Qu. Ev'n all the live-long night.

At laft (for, blushing, I must tell thee all) I prefs'd his hand, and laid me by his fide; He pull'd it back, as if he touch'd a ferpent. • With that I burst into a flood of tears, And afk'd him how I had offended him? < He answer'd nothing but with fighs and groans;

• So