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As he is going to stab himself, Alonzo rushes upon him to prevent him. In the mean time, Enter Alvarez, attended. They disarm and seize Zanga. Alonzo puts the dagger

in his bosom.

Alonzo. No, monster, thou shalt not escape by death.O father!

Alvarez. O Alonzo !-Isabella,

Touch'd with remorse to see her mistress' pangs,
Told all the dreadful tale.

Alonzo.

What groan was that?

Zanga. As I have been a vulture to thy heart,
So will I be a raven to thine ear,

And true as ever snuff'd the scent of blood,
As flapt its heavy wing against

The window of the sick, and croak'd despair:
Thy wife is dead.

Alvarez.

[Alvarez goes to the side of the stage, and returns. The dreadful news is true.

Alonzo. Prepare the rack; invent new torments for him. Zanga. This too is well. The fix'd and noble mind Turns all occurrence to its own advantage,

And I'll make vengeance of calamity.

Were I not thus reduc'd, thou would'st not know,
That, thus reduc'd, I dare defy thee still :

Torture thou may'st; but thou shalt ne'er despise me :
The blood will follow, where the knife is driven;
The flesh will quiver, where the pincers tear;
And sighs and cries by nature grow on pain:
But these are foreign to the soul: Not mine
The groans that issue, or the tears that fall;
They disobey me; on the rack I scorn thee,
As when my faulchion clove thy helm in battle.
Alvarez. Peace, villain !

Zanga.
And, well I know, thou dar'st not kill me yet;
For that would rob thy blood-hounds of their prey.
Alonzo. Who call'd Alonzo ?

While I live, old man, I'll speak ;

Alvarez.

No one call'd, my son.

Alonzo Again!-'Tis Carlos' voice, and I obey.

O how I laugh at all that this can do! [Shewing the dagger. The wounds that pain'd, the wounds that murder'd me, Were given before; I am already dead;

This only marks my body for the grave. [Stabs himself.
Africk, thou art reveng'd.-O Leonora ! [Dies.
Zanga. Good ruffians, give me leave; my blood is
yours!

The wheel's prepar'd, and you shall have it all;
Let me but look one moment on the dead,
And pay yourselves with gazing on my pangs.

[He goes to Alonzo's body.

Is this Alonzo? Where's the haughty mien ?
Is that the hand which smote me? Heav'n's, how pale!
And art thou dead? So is my enmity:

I war not with the dust: The great, the proud,
The conqueror of Africk, was my foe.
A lion preys not upon carcasses.

This was the only method to subdue me :
Terror and doubt fall on me; all thy good
Now blazes: All thy guilt is in the grave:
Never had man such funeral applause;
If I lament thee, sure thy worth was great.
O vengeance! I have follow'd thee too far,
And to receive me hell blows all her fires. [He is borne off.
Alvarez. Dreadful effect of jealousy! a rage
In which the wise with caution will engage;
Reluctant long, and tardy to believe,
Where, sway'd by nature, we ourselves deceive;
Where our own folly joins the villain's art,
And each man finds a Zanga in his heart.

[Exeunt.

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OUR Author sent me, in an humble strain,
To beg you'd bless the offspring of his brain
And I, your proxy, promis'd in your name,
The child should live, at least Six days of fame :
I like the brat; but still his faults can find;
And by the parent's leave will speak my mind.
Gallants, pray tell me, do you think 'twas well,
To let a willing maid lead apes in hell?

You, nicer ladies, should you think it right
To eat no supper-on your Wedding night?
Should English Husbands dare to starve their Wives,
Be sure, they'd lead most comfortable lives.

But he loves mischief, and, with groundless fears,
Would fain set loving couples by the ears;
Would spoil the tender husbands of our nation,
By teaching them his vile outlandish fashion ;
But we've been taught, in our good-natur'd clime,
That jealousy, though just, is still a crime,
And will be still; for, (not to blame the plot)
That same Alonzo was a stupid sot,

To kill a bride, a mistress unenjoy'd;

*Twere some excuse, had the poor man been cloy'd ;

To kill her on suspicion, ere he knew
Whether the heinous crime was false or true..
The priest said grace; she met him in the bower,
In hopes she might anticipate an hour :-
Love was her errand, but the hot-brain'd Spaniard,
Instead of love-produc'd a filthy Poniard :-
Had he been wise at this their private meeting,
The proof o' th' Pudding had been in the eating:
Madam had then been pleas'd, and Don contented,
And all this blood and murder been prevented.
Britons, be wise, and, from this sad example,
Ne'er break a bargain, but first take a Sample.

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