TRAGEDY IN FIVE ACTS.

BY M. G. LEWIS.

For us and for our Tragedy,
Thus stooping to your clemency,
We beg your _candid_ hearing patiently.

Hamlet.

PHILADELPHIA:

PUBLISHED BY BRADFORD AND INSKEEP: INSKEEP AND BRADFORD,
NEW-YORK; AND WILLIAM M'ILHENNY, BOSTON.

_Smith & M'Kenzie, printers._

1810.

ALFONSO, KING OF CASTILE:

DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

Alfonso XI.
Orsino.
Caesario.
Father Bazil.
Henriquez.
Melchior.
Ricardo.
Gomez.
Marcos.
Lucio.
First Citizen.
Second Citizen.

Friars, Soldiers, Citizens, Conspirators, &c.

Amelrosa.
Ottilia.
Estella.
Inis.

Nuns, and Female attendants on Amelrosa.

_The scene lies in Burgos (the capital of Old Castile) and in the
adjoining Forest._

The Action is supposed to pass in the year 1345.

ACT I.

SCENE I.--_The palace-garden.--Daybreak._

Ottilia _enters in a night dress: her hair flows dishevelled._

_Otti._ Dews of the morn, descend! Breathe, summer gales,
My flushed cheeks woo ye! Play, sweet wantons, play
'Mid my loose tresses, fan my panting breast,
Quench my blood's burning fever!--Vain, vain prayer!
Not Winter, throned 'midst Alpine snows, whose will
Can with one breath, one touch, congeal whole realms,
And blanch whole seas; not that fiend's self could ease
This heart, this gulph of flames, this purple kingdom,
Where passion rules and rages!--Oh! my soul!
Caesario, my Caesario!--[_A pause, during which
she seems buried in thought--the clock strikes four._]
Hark!--Ah me!
Is't still so early? Will't be still so long,
Ere my love comes? Oh! speed, ye pitying hours,
Your flight, till mid-day brings Caesario back;
Then, if ye list, rest your kind wings for ever!

_Enter_ Lucio.

_Luc._ 'Tis past the hour! I fear I shall be chid,
For lo! the sun already darts his rays
Athwart the garden-paths.

_Otti._ How still! how tranquil!
All rests, except Ottilia! I'll regain
The hateful couch, where still my husband sleeps:
Ere long he sleeps forever! Ha! why steals
Yon boy.----Amazement! Do my eyes deceive me?

_Luc._ Hist! hist! Estella?
Estella. [_Appearing on the terrace of the palace._]

_Est._ Lucio?

_Luc._ Ay, the same.

_Est._ Good! good!

_Luc._ But pray you bid him speed. So loud
His black Arabian snorts, and paws the earth,
I fear he'll wake the guards.

_Est._ Farewell, I'll warn him. [_Ext. severally._

_Otti._ [_Alone._] 'Twas Lucio, sure!--What business.--Ah