་ So reftlefs pafs'd the night; and at the dawn, • Palenefs and trembling, all are figns of love. 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. 'SONG. Farewel, ungrateful traitor, • Before we have defcry'd it, But when the charm is ended, 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! 6 your filence. Qu. Do not figh, or tell me why you figh, • Tor. Why do I live ye powers? 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. 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. [me not. you love I done, [paffion. And loathfome: Oh, what woman can bear, loathfome! Base, barbarous man, the more we raife our love, 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 But fhe has conquer'd, to her ruin conquer'd. 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; And drew the ftars to factions at our birth. • 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, [Exeunt Queen and Terefa Enter Lorenzo. Lor. Arm, arm, my Lord; the city bands are up, 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, Tor. Death and hell! Somewhat must be refolv'd, and fpeedily. Lor. [Afide.] Let me confider Bear arms against my father! He begat me; Then Nature's the aggreffor-Let her look to't- 'Tis policy for fon and father to take different fides ; [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, I need not caution thee for Raymond's life, 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- • 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. [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. [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. |