If to the regions of the dead they be, You take the speediest course to send by me. Almah. Heaven has not destined you so soon to rest: Heroes must live to succour the distrest. Almanz. To serve such beauty all mankind should live; And, in our service, our reward you give. I take my eyes from what too much would please, If Almah. No; you may find your cure an easier way, you are pleased to seek it,-in your stay. All objects lose by too familiar view, When that great charm is gone, of being new; And so prevent my more entire defeat. I may turn back, and armed against you move, With all the furious train of hopeless love. Almah. Your honour cannot to ill thoughts give way, And mine can run no hazard by your stay. see That sovereign good possessed, and not by me? And rave on what I do not see all night; The scenes and images of your content. Almah. These are the day-dreams which wild Empty as shadows are, that fly o'er fields. Like a distracted passenger you stand, And see, in seas, imaginary land, Cool groves, and flowery meads; and while you think To walk, plunge in, and wonder that you sink. Of your own form a judge you cannot be; Almanz. What recompence attends me, if I stay? But I will grant your merit a reward; Almanz. I'll stop at nothing that appears so brave I'll do't, and now I no reward will have. Spite of myself I'll stay, fight, love, despair; Yet I may own one suit— That scarf, which, since by you it has been borne, Is blessed, like relicks which by saints were worn. Almah. Presents like this my virtue durst not make, But that 'tis given you for my husband's sake. [Gives the scarf. Almanz. This scarf to honourable rags I'll wear, As conquering soldiers tattered ensigns bear; But oh, how much my fortune I despise, Which gives me conquest, while she love denies! [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-The Alhambra. Enter ALMAHIDE and ESPERANZA. Esper. Affected modesty has much of pride; That scarf he begged, you could not have denied; Nor does it shock the virtue of a wife, When given that man, to whom you owe your life. Almah. Heaven knows, from all intent of ill 'twas free, Yet it may feed my husband's jealousy; To them BOABDELIN, and walks apart. See, where he comes, all pensive and alone; Boab. Marriage, thou curse of love, and snare of life, [Aside That first debased a mistress to a wife! Love, like a scene, at distance should appear, 1 And, when thou cur'st, then thou art the disease. 'Tis soon made sour, and turned by jealousy; had? [Walking to him. Have I done any thing that makes him sad? Boab. You! nothing: You! But let me walk alone. Almah. I will not leave you till the cause be known: My knowledge of the ill may bring relief. Boab. Thank ye; you never fail to cure my grief! Trouble me not, my grief concerns not you. Almah. While I have life, I will your steps pursue. Boab. I'm out of humour now; you must not stay. Almah. I fear it is that scarf I gave away. Boab. No, 'tis not that; but speak of it no more: Go hence! I am not what I was before. Almah. Then I will make you so; give me your hand! Can you this pressing and these tears withstand? All goods besides by public marks are known; Like unborn thunder rolling in a cloud? I am not married to a god; I know, Men must have passions, and can bear from you. I fear the unlucky present I have made! Boab. O power of guilt! how conscience can upbraid! It forces her not only to reveal, But to repeat what she would most conceal! Almah. Can such a toy, and given in public too Boab. False woman, you contrived it should be SO. That public gift in private was designed [She weeps. To them ALMANZOR wearing the Scarf. He sees her weep. Almanz. What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew? Your lustre you should free from tears maintain, Like Egypt, rich without the help of rain. Now cursed be he who gave this cause of grief; And double cursed, who does not give relief! Almah. Our common fears, and public miseries, Have drawn these tears from my afflicted eyes. Almanz. Madam, I cannot easily believe It is for any public cause you grieve. |