Raym. Becaufe 'tis then the only time to serve him. • Tor. I take the blame of all upon myself. Difcharge thy weight on me.

Raym. Oh, never, never!

Why, 'tis to leave a ship tofs'd in a tempest
Without the pilot's care.

Tor. I'll punish thee,

By Heav'n, I will, as I would punish rebels,
Thou stubborn loyal man.

Raym. Firft let me fee

Her punish'd, who misleads

Then burn me, hack me, hew me into pieces,

• And I fhall die well pleas'd.

Tor. Proclaim my title,

you from your fame;

[still

To fave th' effufion of my subjects' blood, and thou shalt

Be as my fofter-father, near my breast,

And next my Leonora.

Raym. That word ftabs me;

You shall be still plain Torrifmond with me,
Th' abetter, partner, (if you like that name)
The hufband of a tyrant; but no king,
Till you deserve that title by your juftice.

For. Then, farewel pity; I will be obey'd. [To the people.] Hear, you mistaken men, whofe loyalty Runs headlong into treafon; fee your prince; • In me behold your murder'd Sancho's fon : Difmifs your arms, and I forgive your crimes.

Raym. Believe him not; he raves: his words are loofe As heaps of fand, and fcattering, wide from fenfe. You fee he knows not me, his natural father; But, aiming to poffefs th' ufurping Queen, So high he's mounted in his airy hopes,. That now the wind is got into his head, And turns his brains to frenzy.

Tor. Hear me yet; I am

Raym. Fall on, and hear him not :

But fpare his perfon for his father's fake.

Ped. Let me come; if he be mad, I have that shall cure him; there's not a furgeon in all Arragon has fo much dexterity as I have, at breathing of the temple-vein.

Tor. My right for me!

• Raym

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Raym. Our liberty for us!

Om. Liberty, liberty! [As they are ready to fight,
' Enter Lorenzo and his party.

Lor. On forfeit of your lives, lay down your arms.
Alph. How, rebel! art thou there?

Lor. Take your rebel back again, father mine. The beaten party are rebels to the conquerors. I have been at hard-head with your butting citizens; I have routed your herd; I have difperfed them; and now they are retreated quietly, from their extraordinary vocation of fighting in the streets, to their ordinary vocation of cozening in their fhops.

Tor. [To Raym.] You fee 'tis vain contending with 'Acknowledge what I am.

[the truth. Raym. You are my king; would you would be your But, by a fatal fondnefs, you betray

Your fame and glory to th' ufurper's bed;
Enjoy the fruits of blood and parricide.
Take your own crown from Leonora's gift,

And hus Enter Queen, Teresa, and Woman.

your father's murderer in your arms.

Alph. No more: behold the Queen.

Raym. Behold the bafilifk of Torrismond, That kills him with her eyes. I will speak on. My life is of no further ufe to me:

I would have chaffer'd it before for

Now let it go for failing..

vengeance;

[own;

< Tor. [Afide.] My heart finks in me while I hear him And every flack'd fibre drops its hold,

Like nature letting down the fprings of life;

So much the name of father awes me ftill.

[speak,

• Send off the crowd. For you, now I have conquer'd, • I can hear with honour your demands.

Lor. [To Alph.] Now, Sir, who proves the traitor? My confcience is true to me; it always whispers right when I have my regiment to back it.

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[Exeunt all but Tor, Raym. and Queen. Tor. Oh, Leonora ! what can love do more? I have oppos'd your ill fate to the utmost,

• Combated heav'n and earth to keep you mine; And yet, at laft, that tyrant, Juftice-Oh!

Qu. 'Tis paft, 'tis past, and love is ours no more.

· Yet

Yet I complain not of the pow'rs above;

They made m' a mifer's feast of happiness,
And could not furnish out another meal.

Now, by yon ftars, by heav'n, and earth, and men ;
By all my foes at once, I fwear, my Torrifinond,
That to have had you mine for one short day,
Has cancell'd half my mighty sum of woes.
Say but you hate me not.

Tor. I cannot hate you.

Raym. Can you not? Say that once more, That all the faints may witness it against you. Qu. Cruel Raymond!

Can he not punish me, but he must hate?

Oh, 'tis not justice, but a brutal rage,

Which hates th' offender's perfon with his crimes F • I have enough to overwhelm one woman;

To lofe a crown and lover in a day.

Let pity lend a tear when rigour strikes.

Raym. Then, then you should have thought of tears • When virtue, majefty, and hoary age

• Pleaded for Sancho's life.

[and pity,

Qu. My future days fhall be one whole contrition. • A chapel will I build, with large endowment,

Where every day an hundred aged men

Shall all hold up their wither'd hands to Heav'n,
To pardon Sancho's death.

Tor. See, Raymond, fee, she makes a large amends.

• Sancho is dead: no punishment of her

• Can raise his cold stiff limbs from the dark grave; • Nor can his blessed foul look down from heaven, 'Or break th' eternal fabbath of his rest,

To fee, with joy, her miseries on earth.

6 Raym. Heaven may forgive a crime to penitence; "For Heaven can judge if penitence be true;

But man, who knows not hearts, fhould make examples;
Which, like a warning-piece, must be shot off,
To fright the rest from crimes.

Qu. Had I but known that Sancho was his father,

• I would have pour'd a deluge of my blood, To fave one drop of his.

Tor. Mark that, inexorable Raymond; mark, 'Twas fatal ignorance that caus'd his death.

• Rayın.

Raym. What if she did not know he was your father? ◄ She knew he was a man, the best of men,

Heaven's image double-ftamp'd, as man and king.

Qu. He was, he was, ev'n more than you can fay; But yet.

Raym. But yet you barbaroufly murder'd him. 6 Qu. He will not hear me out!

Tor. Was ever criminal forbid to plead ?

Curb your ill-manner'd zeal.

Raym. Sing to him, fyren;

For I fhall ftop my ears.

Now mince the fin,

And mollify damnation with a phrase:

6 Say, you confented not to Sancho's death;

But barely not forbade it.

Qu. Hard-hearted man! I yield my guilty cause;
But all my guilt was caus'd by too much love.
Had I for jealoufy of empire fought

• Good Sancho's death, Sancho had dy'd before.
• "Twas always in my power to take his life;
But intereft never could my confcience blind,
• 'Till love had caît a mist before my eyes,
And made me think his death the only means
• Which could secure my throne to Torrifmond.
Tor. Never was fatal mifchief meant fo kind;
For all the gave has taken all away.

'Malicious pow'rs! is this to be restor❜d?

'Tis to be worfe depos'd than Sancho was.

Raym. Heav'n has reftor'd you, you depofe yourself.

'Oh, when young kings begin with fcorn of justice,

They make an omen to their after-reign,

And blot their annals in the foremost page!

Tor. No more; left you be made the first example, • To fhow how I can punish.

Raym. Once again,

father's facrifice,

• Let her be made your And after make me her's.

Tor. Condemn a wife!

'That were t' atone for parricide with murder.

Raym. Then let her be divorc'd: we'll be content With that poor fcanty juftice. Let her part. [love. Tor. Divorce! that's worse than death; 'tis death of

Qu. The foul and body part not with fuch pain,

As

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'As I from you: but yet 'tis juft, my Lord:
• I am th' accurft of Heav'n, the hate of earth,
Your fubjects' deteftation, and your ruin :
And therefore fix this doom upon myfelf.'

• Tor. Heav'n! can you wish it? to be mine no more?
6 Qu. Yes, I can with it, as the dearest proof,
And laft that I can make you of my love.
To leave you bleft, I would be more accurft
Than death can make me; for death ends our woes,
And the kind grave fhuts up the mournful scene:
But I would live without you; to be wretched long;
And hoard up every moment of my life,

To lengthen out the payment of my tears,

< Till ev'n fierce Raymond, at the last shall say, Now let her die for fhe has griev'd enough,

Tor. Hear this, hear this, thou tribune of the people: Thou zealous, public blood-hound, hear, and melt. • Ray. [Afide.] I could cry now, my eyes grow woBut yet my heart holds out. [manifh,

Qu. Some folitary cloyfter will I chufe,
And there with holy virgins live immur'd:
• Coarfe my attire, and fhort fhall be my fleep,
Broke by the melancholy midnight-bell:
Now, Raymond, now be fatisfy'd at last,
Fatting and tears, and penitence and prayer,
Shail do dead Sancho justice every hour.
Ray. [Afide.] By your leave, manhood!

Tor. He weeps, now he is vanquifh'd.

[Wipes his eyes.

Ray. No; 'tis a falt rheum that fcalds my eyes.
Qu. If he were vanquish'd, I am still unconquer'd.

I'll leave you in the height of all my love,

Ev'n when my heart is beating out its way,
And ftruggles to you most.

Farewel, a laft farewel! my dear, dear Lord,
Remember me; fpeak, Raymond, will you let him?

• Shall he remember Leonora's love,

And fhed a parting tear to her misfortunes?

• Ray. [Almoft crying.] Yes, yes, he shall; pray go. Tor. Now, by my foul, the fhall not go: why, Ray

• Her every tear is worth a father's life;

• Come to my arms; come, my fair penitent,

3.

[mond,

• Let