rm
Has made one spot the grave of Africa;
Such numbers fell! and the survivors fled
As frighted passengers from off the strand,
When the tempestuous sea comes roaring on them.

_Alon._ 'Twas Carlos conquer'd, 'twas his cruel chains
Inflam'd me to a rage unknown before,
And threw my former actions far behind.

_Car._ I love fair Leonora. How I love her!
Yet still I find (I know not how it is)
Another heart, another soul, for thee.

_Enter Zanga._

_Zan._ Manuel, my lord, returning from the port,
On business both of moment and of haste,
Humbly begs leave to speak in private with you.

_Car._ In private!--Ha!--Alonzo, I'll return;
No business can detain me long from thee. [_exit._

_Zan._ My lord Alonzo, I obey'd your orders.

_Alon._ Will the fair Leonora pass this way?

_Zan._ She will, my lord, and soon.

_Alon._ Come near me, Zanga;
For I dare open all my heart to thee.
Never was such a day of triumph known!--
There's not a wounded captive in my train,
That slowly follow'd my proud chariot wheels,
With half a life, and beggary, and chains.
But is a god to me: I am most wretched.--
In his captivity, thou know'st, don Carlos,
My friend (and never was a friend more dear)
Deputed me his advocate in love,
To talk to Leonora's heart, and make
A tender party in her thoughts for him.
What did I do?--I lov'd myself. Indeed,
One thing there is might lessen my offence
(If such offence admits of being lessen'd);
I thought him dead; for (by what fate I know not)
His letters never reach'd me.

_Zan._ Thanks to Zanga, [_aside._
Who thence contriv'd that evil which has happen'd.

_Alon._ Yes, curs'd of heav'n! I lov'd myself, and now,
In a late action, rescu'd from the Moors,
I have brought home my rival in my friend.

_Zan._ We hear, my lord, that in that action too,
Your interposing arm preserv'd his life.

_Alon._ It did--with more than the expense of mine:
For, oh, this day is mention'd for their nuptials.
But see, she comes; I'll take my leave, and die. [_retires._

_Zan._ Hadst thou a thousand lives, thy death would please me.
Unhappy fate! my country overcome!
My six years' hope of vengeance quite expir'd!--
Would nature were--I will not fall alone:
But others' groans shall tell the world my death. [_exit._

_Enter Leonora._

_Alon._ When nature ends with anguish like to this,
Sinners shall take their last leave of the sun,
And bid his light adieu.

_Leon._ The mighty c