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So reftlefs pafs'd the night; and at the dawn,
Leap'd from the bed, and vanish'd.
Ter. Sighs and groans,

• Palenefs and trembling, all are figns of love.
'He only fears to make you fhare his forrows.

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Qu. I wish 'twere fo; but love ftill doubts the worl My heavy heart, the prophetefs of woes,

Forebodes fome ill at hand. To footh my fadnefs, Sing me the fong which poor Olympia made, • When falfe Bireno left her.

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Farewel, ungrateful traitor,
Farewel, my perjur'd swain ;
Let never injur'd creature
• Believe a inan again.
The pleasure of poffeffing
Surpaffes all expreffing,
• But 'tis too short a bleffing,
• And love too long a pain.
'Tis eafy to deceive us,
In pity of your pain;
But when we love you leave us
To rail at you in vain.

• Before we have defcry'd it,
There is no blifs befide it;
• But she that once has try'd it,
• Will never love again.
• The paffion you pretended,
Was only to obtain ;

But when the charm is ended,
'The charmer you difdain.
• Your love by ours we measure,
''Till we have loft our treasure;
But dying is a pleasure,
When living is a pain."

Re-enter Torrifmond.

Tor. Still fhe is here, and still I cannot fpeak; But wander, like fome difcontented ghost,

That oft appears, but is forbid to talk.

[Going again,

Qu. Oh, Torrifmond, if you refolve my death, You need no more but to go hence again!

Will you not speak?

Tor. I cannot.

Qu. Speak, Oh, speak!

Your anger would be kinder than

• Tor, Oh!

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your filence.

Qu. Do not figh, or tell me why you figh,

• Tor. Why do I live ye powers?

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Qu. Why do I live to hear you speak that word? Some black-mouth'd villain has defam'd my virtue. Tor. No, no! pray, let me go.

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Qu. [Kneeling.] You fhall not go.

By all the pleafures of our nuptial bed,

If ever I was lov'd, though now I'm not,

By these true tears, which, from my wounded heart,

Bleed at my eyes

• Tor. Rife.

Qu. I will never rife ;

I cannot chufe a better place to die.
• Tor. Oh, I would fpeak, but cannot !
• Qu. [Rifing.] Guilt keeps you filent then
What have I done? Ye pow'rs, what have
To fee my youth, my beauty, and my love,
No fooner gain'd, but flighted and betray'd;
And like a rofe juft gather'd from the stalk,
But only fmelt, and cheaply thrown afide,
To wither on the ground?

[me not. you love I done,

[paffion.
Ter. For Heav'n's fake, Madam, moderate your
Q. Why nam'ft thou heav'n? There is no heav'n for
Defpair, death, hell have feiz'd my tortur'd foul. [me:
When I had rais'd his groveling fate from ground,
To pow'r and love, to empire and to me;
When each embrace was dearer than the first;
Then, then to be contemn'd! then, then thrown off!
It calls me old, and wither'd, and deform'd,

And loathfome: Oh, what woman can bear, loathfome!
The turtle flies not from his billing mate;
He bills the closer: but ungrateful man,

Base, barbarous man, the more we raife our love,
The more we pall, and cool, and kill his ardour.

Racks,

Racks, poifons, daggers, rid me of my life;

• And any death is welcome.'

Tor. Be witnefs, all ye pow'rs that know my heart
I would have kept the fatal fecret hid,

But fhe has conquer'd, to her ruin conquer'd.
Here, take this paper; read our deftinies:
Yet do not; but, in kindness to yourself,
• Be ignorantly fafe.

Qu. No, give it me,

Even though it be the fentence of my death.

Tor. Then fee how much unhappy love has made us • Oh, Leonora ! Oh!

• We two were born when fullen planets reign'd;
• When each the other's influence oppos'd,

And drew the ftars to factions at our birth.
Oh, better, better had it been for us,

• That we had never seen, or never lov'd!

• Qu. There is no faith in Heav'n, if Heav'n fays fo. You dare not give it.

• Tor. As unwillingly,

As I would reach out opium to a friend

Who lay in torture, and defir'd to die.' [Gives the paper, But, now you have it, fpare my fight the pain

Of feeing what a world of tears it cofts you.

Go, filently enjoy your part of grief,
And fhare the fad inheritance with me.
Qu. I have a thirsty fever in my foul;
Give me but prefent eafe, and let me die.

[Exeunt Queen and Terefa

Enter Lorenzo.

Lor. Arm, arm, my Lord; the city bands are up,
Drums beating, colours flying, fhouts confus'd,
All cluft'ring in a heap, like swarming hives,

And rifing in a moment.

Tor. With defign

To punish Bertran, and revenge the King; 'Twas order'd fo.

Lor. Then you're betray'd, my Lord.

'Tis true, they block the caftle kept by Bertran ; But now they cry, Down with the palace, fire it, Rull out th' ufurping Queen.

Tor.The Queen, Lorenzo! durft they name the Queen!!

Lor. If railing and reproaching be to name her. Tor. Oh, facrilege! Say, quickly, who commands This vile blafpheming rout?

Lor. I'm loth to tell you;

But both our fathers thrust them headlong on,
And bear down all before them.

Tor. Death and hell!

Somewhat must be refolv'd, and fpeedily.
How fay'st thou, my Lorenzo? Dar'ft thou be
A friend, and once forget thou art a fon,
To help me fave the Queen?

Lor. [Afide.] Let me confider

Bear arms against my father! He begat me;
That's true but for whofe fake did he beget me?
For his own, fure enough; for me he knew not.
Oh, but, fays Confcience, fly in Nature's face!
But how if Nature fly in my face first ?

Then Nature's the aggreffor-Let her look to't-
He gave me life, and he may take it back-
No, that's boy's play, fay I.

'Tis policy for fon and father to take different fides ;
For then lands and tenements commit no treason.

[To Tor.] Sir, upon mature confideration, I have found my father to be little better than a rebel; and therefore I'll do my best to fecure him for your fake, in hope you may fecure him hereafter for my fake.

Tor. Put on thy utmoft fpeed to head the troops,
Which every moment I expect t' arrive.
Proclaim me, as I am, the lawful king.

I need not caution thee for Raymond's life,
Though I no more must call him father now.

Lor. [Afide.] How, not call him father! I fee prefer ment alters a man ftrangely this may ferve me for a use of instruction, to caft off my father, when I am great. Methought, too, he called himself the lawful king, intimating fweetly, that he knows what's what with our fovereign Lady. Well, if I rout my father, as I hope in Heaven I fhall, I am in a fair way to be a prince of the bloodFarewel, General; I'll bring up thofe that fhall try what mettle there is in orange-tawny.

[Exit. Tor. [At the door.] Hafte, there, command the guards

be all drawn up

Before

Before the palace gate. By Heaven, I'll face-
This tempeft, and deferve the name of king.
Oh, Leonora, beauteous in thy crimes,
'Never were hell and heaven fo match'd before!
Look upward, fair, but as thou look'st on me;
. Then all the blefs'd will beg that thou may'st live,
And ev❜n my father's ghoft his death forgive.' [Exit.
SCENE, the Palace-yard. Drums and trumpets within.
Enter Raymond, Alphonfo, Pedro, and their Party.
Ray. Now, valiant citizens, the time is come,
To show our courage, and your loyalty.
You have a prince of Sancho's royal blood,
The darling of the heav'ns, and joy of earth:

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• When he's produc'd, as foon he thall among you, Speak, what will you adventure to re-feat him Upon his father's throne?

Omnes. Our lives and fortunes.

Ray. What then remains to perfect our fuccefs, But o'er the tyrant's guards to force our way ? Omnes. Lead on, lead on.

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[Drums and trumpets on the other fide. Enter Torrifmond and his party. As they are going to fight, he speaks.

• Tor. [To his.] Hold, hold your arms, Raym. Retire. What means this pause? Ped. Peace; nature works within them.

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[Tor. and Raym. go apart. "Tor. How comes it, good old man, that we two meet • On these harsh terms? Thou very reverend rebel, • Thou venerable traitor, in whofe face

And hoary hairs treafon is fanctified,

• And fin's black dye feems blanch'd by age to virtue. Raym. What treafon is it to redeem my king,

And to reform the state?

Tor. That's a ftale cheat;

The primitive rebel, Lucifer, first us'd it,

And was the first reformer of the fkies.

Raym. What! if I fee my prince mistake a poison, Call it a cordial, am I then a traitor,

• Because I hold his hand, or break the glass?

Tor. How dar'ft thou ferve thy king against his will?

• Raym.

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