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Then vainly wish tlaou had'st not left thy friend, I swear, the poor evasion shall not save thee. To follow her delusion.
Hor. Yet hold—thou know'st I dare--think Alt. If thy friendship
how we've lived Do churlishly deny my love a room,
[They fight; Aliamont presses on Horatio, It is not worth my keeping; I disclaim it.
who retires. Hor. Canst thou so soon forget what I've been Nay then, 'tis brutal violence; and thus, to thee?
Thus Nature bids me guard the life she gave. I shared the task of nature with thy father,
[They fight And formed with care thy inexperienced youth To virtue and to arms.
LAVINIA enters, and runs between their suords. Thy noble father, oh, thou light young man! Lav. My brother, my Horatio ! Is it possible! Would he have used me thus? One fortune fed us; Oh, turn your cruel swords upon Lavinia ! For his was ever mine, mine his, and both If you must quench your impious rage in blood, Together flourished, and together fell.
Behold, my heart shall give you all her store, He called me friend, like thee: would he have To save those dearer streams that flow from left me
yours. Thus, for a woman, and a vile one, too?
Alt. Tis well thou hast found a safc-guard; Alt. Thou canst not, dar’st not mean it! Speak none but this, again!
No power on earth could save thee from my fury. Say, who is vile; but dare not name Calista. Lav. O fatal, deadly sound !
Hor. I had not spoke at first, unless compelled, Hor. Safety from thee! And forced to clear myself; but since thus urged, Away, vain böy! Hast thou forgot the reverence I must avow, I do not know a viler.
Due to my arm, thy first, thy great example, Alt. Thou wert my father's friend; he loved Which pointed out thy way to noble daring, thee well;
And shewed thee what it was to be a man? A kind of venerable mark of him
Luv. What busy, meddling fiend, what foe to Hangs round thee, and protects thee from my goodness, vengeance.
Could kindle such a discord! Oh, lay by I cannot, dare not, lift my sword against thee, Those most ungentle looks, and angry weapons, But henceforth never let me see thee more. Unless you mean my griets and killing fears
[Going out. Should stretch me out at your relentiess feet, Hor. I love thee still, ungrateful as thou art, wretched corse, the victim of your fury. And must and will preserve thee from dishonour, Hor. Ask'st thou what made us foes? 'Twas Even in despite of thee.
base ingratitude, Alt. Let go my arm !
'Twas such a sin to friendship, as Icaven's mercy, Hor. If honour be thy care, if thou would'st That strives with man's untoward, monstrous live
wickedness, Without the name of credulous, wittol husband, Unwearied with forgiving, scarce could pardon. Avoid thy bride, shun her detested bed,
lle, who was all to me, child, brother, friend, The joys it yields are dashed with poison- With barbarous, bloody malice, sought my lile, Alt. Oir!
Alt. Thou art my sister, and I would not ipake To urge me but a minute more is fatal.
thee Hor. She is polluted, stained
The lonely mourner of a widowed bed; Alt. Madness and raging !
Therefore, thy husband's life is safe! but war But hence
him, Hor. Dishonoured by the man you hate No more to know this hospitable roof.
Alt. I prithee loose me yet, for thy own sake, He has but ill repaid Sciolto's bounty. If life be worth the keeping
We must not meet; 'tis dangerous. Farewell
. Hor. By Lothario.
[He is going out, Lavinia holds him. Alt. Perdition take thee, villain, for the false- Lav. Stay, Altamont, iny brother, stay; if ever hood!
[Strikes him. Nature, or what is nearer inuch than nature, Now, nothing but thy life can make atonement: The kind consent of our agreeing minds, Hor. A blow! thou hast used me well- Have made us dear to one another, stay,
[Draws. And speak one gentle word to your Horatio ! Alt. This to thy heart
Behold, bis anger melts, he longs to love you, Hor. Yet hold-By Heaven, his father's in his To call you friend, then press you hard, with all face!
The tender, speechless joy of reconcilement. Spite of my wrongs, my heart runs o'er with ten- Alt. It cannot, shali not be--you must dok
derness And I could rather die myself than hurt him. Lav. Look kindly, then. 11t. Defend thyself; for, by my much wronged Alt. Each minute that I stay, love,
Is a new injury to fair Calista.
From thy false friendship to her arms I'll fly; And made thee all my portion here on earth: There, if in any pause of love I rest,
It gave thce to me, as a large amends Breathless with bliss, upon her panting breast, For fortune, friends, and all the world beside. In broken, melting accents, I will swear,
Łav. Then you will love me still, cherish me Henceforth to trust my heart with none but her;
ever, Then own, the joys which on her charms attend, And hide me from misfortune in your bosom? Have more than paid me for my faithless friend. Here end my cares, nor will I lose one thought,
[Altamoni breaks from Lavinia, and erit. How we shall live, or purchase food and raiment. Hor." Oh, raise thee, my Lavinia, froin the The holy Power, who cloathes the senseless earth!
earth It is too much; this tide of Nowing grief, With woods, with fruits, with flowers, and verdant This wondrous waste of tears, too much to give
grass, To an ungrateful friend, and cruel brother. Whose bounteous hand fceds the whole brute Lav. Is there not cause for weeping ? Oh, Ho- creation, ratio !
Knows all our wants, and has enough to give A brother and a husband were my treasure; 'Twas all the little wealth that poor Lavinia Hor. From Genoa, from falsehood and inconSaved from the shipwreck of her father's for
To some more honest, distant clime we'll go. One half is lost already. If thou lear'st me; Nor will I be beholden to my country, If thou should'st prove unkind to me, as Alta- For aught but thee, the partner of my flight. mont,
Lav. Yes, I will follow thee; forsake, for thee, Whou shall I find to pity my distress,
My country, brother, friends, even all I have. To have compassion on a helpless wanderer, Though mine's a little all, yet were it more, And give her where to lay hor wretched head? And better far, it should be left for thee, Hor. Why dost thou wound me with thy soft And all that I would keep, should be Hloratio. complainings?
So, when a merchant sees his vessel lost, Though Altamont be false, and use me hardly, Though richly freighted froin a foreign coast, Yet think not I impite his crimes to thee. Gladly, for life, the treasure he would give, Talk not of being forsaken; for I'll keep thee And only wishes to escape, and live: Next to my heart, my certain pledge of happi- Gold, and his gains, no more employ his inind;
But, driving o'er the billows with the wind, Heaven formed thee gentle, fair, and full of Cleaves to one faithful plank, and leaves the rest goodness,
SCENE I.-A Garden.
LOTIIARIO and Calista discovered.
Loth. Weep not, my fair; but let the God of Alt. Witu what unequal tempers are we form
Love ed ?
Laugh in thy eyes, and revel in thy heart, One day the soul, supine with ease and fulness, Kindle again his torch, and hold it high, Revels secure, and foudly tells herself
To light us to new joys. Nor let a thought The hour of evil can return no more ;
Of discord, or disquict past, molest thee; The next, the spirits, palled and sick of riot, But to a long oblivion give thy cares, Turn all to discord, and we hate our beings, And let us melt the present hour in bliss. Curse the past joy, and think it folly ali,
Cal. Seek not to sootheme with thy false endearAnd bitterness and anguish. Oh, last night!
ments, What has ungrateful beauty paid me back, To charm me with thy softness : 'tis in vain : For all the mass of friendship wbich I squander- Thou canst no more betray, nor I be ruined. ed?
The hours of folly, and of fond delight, Coldness, aversion, tears, and sullen sorrow, Are wasted all, and fled; those that remain Dashed all iny bliss, and damped my bridal þed. Are dooined to weeping, anguish, and repentanco. Soon as the morning dawned, she vanished from me, I come to charge thee with a long account, Relentless to the gentle call of love.
Of all the sorrows I have known already, I've lost a friend, and I have gained a wife! And all I have to come; thou hast undone me. Turn not to thought, my brain! but let me find Loth. Unjust Calista! dost thou call it ruin, Some unfrequented shade; there lay me down, To love as we have done ; to melt, to languishi, And let forgetful dulness steal upon me, To wish for somewhat exquisitely happy, To soften and assuage this pain of thinking. [Erit. And then be blest even to that wishi's height?
To die with joy, and straight to live again; It is for thee, for thee, that I am curst; Speechless to gaze, and with tumultuous trans- For thee my secret soul each hour arraigns port
me, Cal. Oh, let me hear no more! I cannot bear Calls me to answer for my virtue stained, it;
My honour lost to thee: for thee it haunts me, "Tis deadly to remembrance. Let that night, With stern Sciolto vowing vengeance on me, That guilty night, be blotted from the year! With Altamont complaining for his wrongs Let not the voice of mirth or music know it! Alt. Behold him here! (Coming forward. Let it be dark and desolate; no stars
Starting. To glitter o'er it ! let it wish for light,
Alt. The wretch, whom thou hast made! Yet want it still, and vainly wait the dawn! Curses and sorrows hast thou heaped upon him, For 'twas the night that gave me up to shame, And vengeance is the only good that's left
. To sorrow, to the false Lothario.
(Drawing. Loth. Ilear this, ye powers! mark, how the Loth. Thou hast taken me somewhat unawares, fair deceiver
'tis true : Sadly complams of violated truth;
But love and war take turns, like day and night, She calls me false, even she, the faithless she, And little preparation serves my turn, Whom day and night, whom heaven and earth Equal to both, and armed for either field. have heard
We've long been foes, this moment ends our quarSighing to vow, and tenderly protest, Ten thousand times, she would be only mine ; Earth, Heaven, and fair Calista judge the comAnd yet, behold, she has given herself away,
bat! Fled from my arms, and wedded to another, Cal. Distraction! Fury! Sorrow! Shame! and Even to the man whom most I hate on earth.
death! Cal. Art thou so base to upbraid me with a Alt. Thou hast talked too much, thy breath is crime,
poison to me; Which nothing but thy cruelty could cause? It taints the ambient air; this for my fatherIf indignation, raging in my soul,
This for Sciolto—and this last for Altamont. For thy unmanly insolence and scorn,
[They fight; Lothario is wounded once Urged me to a deed of desperation,
or twice, and then falls. And wound myself to be revenged on thee, Loth. Oh, Altamont! thy genius is the stronger! Think whom I should devote to death and hell, Thou hast prevailed !-My fierce ambitious soul Whom curse as my undoer, but Lothario! Declining droops, and all her fires grow pale; Hadst thou been just, not all Sciolto's power, Yet let not this advantage swell thy pride; Not all the vows and prayers of sighing Altamont, I conquered in my turn, in love I triumphed. Could have prevailed, or wou me to forsake thee. Those joys are lodged beyond the reach of fate; Loth. How have I failed in justice, or in love? That sweet revenge coines smiling to my thoughts
, Burns not my fame as brightly as at first? Adorns my fall, and cheers my heart in dying. Even now my heart beats high, I languish for
[ Dies. thee,
Cal. And what remains for me, beset with My transports are as fierce, as strong my wishes, shame, As if thou ne'er hadst blest me with thy beauty. Encompassed round with wretchedness? There is Cal. How! didst thou dare to think that I would But this one way to break the toil, and 'scape. live
[She catches up Lothario's sword, and A slave to base desires, and brutal pleasures,
offers to kill herself; Altamont rans To be a wretched wanton for thy leisure,
to her, and wrests it from her. To toy, and waste an hour of idle time with? Alt. What means thy frantic rage? My soul disdains thee for so mean a thought.
Cal. Off! let me go. Loth. The driving storm of passion will have Alt. Oh! thou hast more than murdered me;
way, And I must yield before itWert thou calm, Still art thou here! and my soul starts with horLove, the poor criminal, whom thou hast doomed, ror, Hlas yet a thousand tender things to plead, At thought of any thing that may reach thee. To charm thy rage, and mitigate his fate.
Cal. Think'st thou I mean to live to be for
given? Enler behind them AltaMONT,
Oh, thou hast known but little of Calista! Alt. I have lost my peace-Ha! do I live and If thou hadst never heard my shame, if only wake?
The inidnight moon and silent stars had seen it, Cul. Hadst thou been true, how happy had II would not bear to be reproached by them, been!
But dig down deep to find a grave beneath,
Alt. It is Sciolto calls; come near and find me; | Nor will I stain thee with a rash revenge. The wretchedest thing of all any kind on earth. But mark me well! I will have justice done;
Cal. Is it the voice of thunder, or my father ! Hope not to bear away thy crimes unpunished: Madness! Confusion ! let the storm come on, I will see justice executed on thee, Let the tumultuous roar drive all upon me; Even to a Roman strictness; and thou, Nature, Dash my devoted bark, ye surges, break it! Or whatsoe'er thou art, that plead'st within me, 'Tis for iny ruin that the tempest rises.
Be still; thy tender strugglings are in vain. When I ain lost, sunk to the bottom low,
Cal. Then am I doomed to live, and bear your Peace shall return, and all be calm again.
To groan beneath your scorn and fierce upbraidEnter SCIOLTO.
ing, Sci. Even now Rossano leaped the garden Daily to be reproached, and have my misery wall
At morn, at noon, at night, told over to me,
Sci. Hence, from my sight! thy father cannot Answer me quick
bear thee; Alt. Oh! press me not to speak;
Fly with thy infamy to some dark cell, Even now my heart is breaking, and the mention where, on the contines of eternal night, Will lay me dead before thee. See that body, Mourning, misfortune, cares, and anguish dwell; And guess my shame, my ruin! Oh, Calista? Where ugly shame hides her opprobrious head,
Sci. It is enough! but I am slow to execute, And death and hell detested rule maintain; And justice lingers in my lazy hand;
There howl out the remainder of thy life, Thus let me wipe dishonour from my name, And wish thy name may be no more rememberAnd cut thee from the earth, thou stain to good
Cal. Yes, I will fly to some such dismal place, [Offers to kill Calista, Altumont holds him. And be more cursed than you can wish I were; Alt. Stay thec, Sciolto! thou rash father, stay! This fatal form, that drew on my undoing, Or turn the point on me, and through my breast Fasting, and tears, and hardships shall destroy;. Cut out the bloody passage to Calista!
Nor light, nor food, nor comfort will I know, So shall my love be perfect, while for her Nor ought that may continue hated life. I die, for whom I wished to live.
Then, when you see me mcagre,wan, and changed, Cul. No, Altainont; my heart, that scorned thy Stretched at my length, and dying in my cave, love,
On that cold earth I mean shall be my grave, Shall never be indebted to thy pity.
Perhaps you may relent, and sighing say, Thus torn, detaced, and wretched as I seem, At length her tears bave washed her stains away; Still I have something of Sciolto's virtue. At length 'tis time her punishment should cease; Yes, yes, my father, I applaud thy justice; Die, thou poor suffering wretch, and be at peace. Strike home, and I will bless thee for the blow!
[Erit Calista. Be mercitul, and tree me from my pain;
Sci. Who of my servants wait there? 'Tis sharp, 'tis terrible, and I could curse The cheerful day, men, earth, and heaven, and
Enter two or three Servants. thee,
Raise that body, and bear it in. On your lives Even thee, thou venerable good old man, Take care my doors he guarded well, that none For being author of a wretch like me.
Pass out, or enter, but by my appointment. Alt. Listen not to the wildness of her raving;
Ereunt Servants, with Lothario's body. Reinember nature! Should thy daughter's mur
Alt. There is a fatal fury in your visage ; der
It blazes fierce, and menaces destruction. Defile that hand, so just, so great in arms, My father, I am sick of many sorrows, ller blood would rest upon thee to posterity, Even now my easy heart is breaking with them ; Pollute thy name, and sully all thy wars. Yet, above all, one fear distracts me most; Cal. Have I not wronged his gentle nature I tremble at the vengeance which you meditate much?
On the poor, faithless, lovely, dear Calista. And yet behold him pleading for my life!
Sci. Ilast thou not read what brave Virginius Lost as thou art to virtue, oh, Calista!
did? I think thou can'st not bear to be outdone ; With his own hand he slew his only daughter, Then haste to die, and be obliged no more. To save her from the fierce Decenivir's lust.
Sci. Thy pious care has given me time to think, He slew her, yet unspotted, to prevent And saved me from a crime; then rest, my sword: The shame which she might know. Then what To honour have I kept thee ever sacred,
should I do?
But thou hast tied my hand.--- I will not kill her; Alt. Art thou Lavinia ? Oh! what barbarous Yet, by the ruin she has brought upon us,
hand The common infamy that brands us both, Could wrong thy poor defenceless innocence, She shall not 'scape.
And leave such marks of more than savage fury? Alt. You mean that she shall die then?
Luv. My brother! Oh! my heart is full of Sci. Ask me not what, nor how, I have re- fears; solved,
Perhaps even now my dear Horatio bleeds !For all within is anarchy and uproar!
Nor far from hence, as passing to the port, Oh, Altamont! What a vast scheme of joy By a mad multitude we were surrounded, Has this one day destroyed? Well did I hope Who ran upon us with uplifted swords, This daughter would have blest my laiter days; And cried aloud for vengeance, and Lothario, That I should live to see you the world's wonder, My lord, with ready boldness, stood the shock, So happy, great, and good, that none were like ro shelter me froin danger; but in vain, you,
Had not a party froin Sciolto's palace While I, from busy life and care set free, Rushed out, and snatched me froin amidst the fray. Had spent the evening of my age at home,
Alt. What of my friend? Among a little prattling race of yours !
Lur. Ha! by my joys, 'tis he! Looking out. There, like an old man, talked awhile, and then He lives, he coincs to bless me! he is safe? Lain down and slept in peace. Instead of this, Sorrow and shame must bring me to my gravem
Enter HORATIO, with two or three Servants, Oh, damn ber! damn her!
their swords drawn.
1st Ser. "Twere at the utmost hazard of your Enter a Servant,
life Serv. Arm yourself, my lord :
To venture forth again, till we are stronger : Rossano, who but now escaped the garden,
Their number trebles ours. Has gathered in the street a band of' rioters, Hər. No matter; let it : Who threaten you, and all your friends, with Death is not half so shocking as that traitor. ruin,
My honest soul is mad with indignation, Unless Lothario be returned in safety. (Erst. To think her plainness could be so abused,
Sci. By Heaven, their fury rises to my wish, As to mistake that wretch, and call him friend; Nor shall misfortune know iny house alone, I cannot bear the sight! But thou, Lothario, and thy rare, shall pay me Alt. Open, thou earth, For all the sorrows which my age is cursed with! Gape wide, and take me down to thy dark bosom, I think my name as great, my friends as po- To hide me froin Horatio! tent,
Hor. Oh, Lavinia ! As any in the state; all shall be summoned; Believe not but I joy to see thee safe : I know that all will join their hands to ours, Would our ill-fortune had not drove us hither: And vindicate thy vengeance. When our force I could even wish we rather had been wrecked Is full, and armed, we shall expect thy sword On any other shore, than saved on this. To join with us, and sacrifice to justice.
Lav. Oh! let us bless the mercy that preserved
[E.rit Sciolto. Alt. There is a stupid weight upon my senses; That gracious power that saved us for each other: A disınal sullen stillness, that succeeds
And, to adorn the sacrifice of praise,
And put away the offences of thy friend,
Alt. I have marked him,
[A tumultuous noise, with clashing' of 'Tis lost, 'tis gone; his soul is quite estranged,
And knows me for its counterpart no more!
Hor. Thou know'st thy rule, thy empire in HoEnter LAVINIA, with two Serrants, thcir swords ratio; drawn.
Nor canst thou ask in vain, command in vain, Lav. Ily, swiftly flv, to my Iloratio's aid, Where nature, reason, nay, where love is judge; Nor lose your vain olticions cares on me! But when you urge my temper to comply Bring me my lord, my husband, to my arins ! With what it most abhors, I cannot do it. lle is Lavinia's life! bring him me sate,
Lav. Where didst thou get this sullen gloomy And I shall be at ease, be well, and bappy.