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• So restless pass’d the night; and at the dawn,
• Ter. Sighs and groans,
Qu. I wish 'twere so; but love ftill doubts the worst
Forebodes fome ill at hand. To footh my sadness,
• Farewel, îny perjur'd swain ;
• Believe a inan again.
• And love too long a pain.
• In pity of your pain;
• To rail at you in vain.
• Will never love again.
" Was only to obtain ;
• The charmer you disdain.
• When living is a pain.”
Qu. Oh, Torrismond, if you resolve my death,
Tor. I cannot.
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-inouth'd villain has defam'd my virtue.
Tor. No, no! pray, let me go.
21. [Kneeling. ) You shall not go. • By all the pleasures of our nuptial bed, • If ever I was lov’d, though now I'mn not, * By these true tears, which, from my wounded heart, • Bleed at my eyes "Tor. Rife.
Qu. I will never rise ; • I cannot chufe a better place to die.
• Tor. Oh, I would speak, but cannot ! [me not.
• Qu. [Rifing:] Guilt keeps you filent then ; you love • What have I done? Ye pow'rs, what have I done, • To see my youth, my beauty, and my love, • No sooner gain'd, but flighted and betray'd ; • And like a rose juft gather'd from the stalk, • But only smelt, and cheaply thrown afice, • To wither on the ground?
• Граtіоn. • Ter. For Heav'n's fake, Madam, moderate your
" 24. Why nam'lt thou heav’o? There is no heav'n for • Defpair, death, hell have seiz'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 deformid, • And loathsome: Oh, what woman can bear loathsome! • The turtle flies not from his billing mate; • He bills the closer: but ungrateful man, • Base, barbarous man, the more we raise our love, • The inore we pall, and cool, and kill his ardour.
• Racks, poisons, daggers, 'rid me of my life;
Tor. Be witness, all ye pow'rs that know my heart,
• Qu. No, give it me,
Tor. Then see how much unhappy love has made us,
When each the other's influence oppos’d,
'. Qu. There is no faith in Heav'n, if Heav'n says so, * You dare not give it.
· Tor. As unwillingly,
Qu. I have a thirsty fever in my soul;
[Exeunt Queen and Teresa,
Tor. With design
Lor. Then you're betray'd, my Lord.
Lor. If railing and reproaching be to name her.
Tor. Oh, facrilege ! Say, quickly, who coinmands
Lor. I'm loth to tell you ;
Tor. Death and hell!
Lor. [ Aside.] Let me confiderBear arms against my father! He begat me; That's true : but for whose fake did he beger me? For his own, sure enough; for me he knew not. Oh, but, says Conscience, 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 1. 'Tis policy for son and father to take different fides ; For then lands and tenements commit no treason. [To Tor.] Sir, upon mature consideration, I have found my father to be little better than a rebel; and therefore I'll do my best to secure him for your fake, in hope you may fecure him hereafter for my fake.
Tor. Put on thy utinoft speed to head the troops,
Lor. [Aside.] How, not call him father! I see prefer. ment alters a man strangely: this may serve me for a use of instruction, to caft off my father, when I am great. Methought, too, he called himself the lawful king, intimating sweetly, that he knows what's what with our sovereign Lady. Well, if I rout my father, as I hope in Heaven I Mall, I am in a fair way to be a prince of the blood Farewel, General; I'll bring up those that shall try what mettle there is in orange-tawny.
[Exit. Tor. (At the door.) Hafte, there, command the guards be all drawn up
Before the palace gate. By Heaven, I'll face This tempest, and deserve the name of king. • Oh, Leonora, beauteous in thy crimes, • Never were hell and heaven to match'd before ! ' Look upward, fair, but as thou look'st on me; • Then all the bless’d will beg that thou may'st live, · And ev'n my father's ghost his death forgive.' (Exit. • SCENE, the Palaccayard. Drums and trumpets within.
· Enter Raymond, Alphonfo, Pedro, and their Party.
• Ray. Now, valiant citizens, the time is come, • To how our courage, and your loyalty. • You have a prince of Sancho's royal blood, • The darling of the heav'ns, and joy of earth : • When he's produc'd, as soon he shall among you, • Speak, what will you adventure to re-seat him • Upon his father's throne ? « Omnes. Our lives and fortunes.
Ray. What then remains to perfect our success, • But o'er the tyrant's guards to force our way? • Omnes. Lead on, lead on.
(Drums and trumpets on the other fick Enter Torrismond and his party. As they are going to
fight, be 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 whose face • And hoary hairs treason is fanctified, • And fin's black dye seems blanch'd by age to virtue.
• Raym. What treason is it to redeein my king, * And to reform the state?
• Tor. That's a stale cheat ; · The primitive rebel, Lucifer, first us'd it, • And was the first reformer of the skies.
• Raym. What! if I see 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'st thou serve thy king against his will ?