The Mourning Bride/Act IV
ACT IV. SCENE I.
A Room of State.
Enter Zara and Selim.
Zara.Thou hast already rack'd me with thy stay;Therefore require me not to ask thee twice:Reply at once to all. What is concluded?
Selim.Your Accusation highly has incens'dThe King, and were alone enough to urgeThe Fate of Osmyn: but to that, fresh NewsIs since arriv'd, of more revolted Troops.'Tis certain Heli too is fled, and with him(Which breeds Amazement and Distraction) someWho bore high Offices of Weight and Trust,Both in the State and Army. This confirmsThe King, in full Belief of all you told him,Concerning Osmyn's corresponding withThe Heads of those who first began the Mutiny.Wherefore a Warrant for his Death is sign'd;And Order given for publick Execution.
Zara.Ha! haste thee! fly, prevent his Fate and mine;Find out the King, tell him I have of WeightMore than his Crown, t'impart e'er Osmyn die.
Selim.It needs not, for the King will strait be here,And as to your Revenge, not his own Int'rest,Pretend to Sacrifice the Life of Osmyn.
Zara.What shall I say? Invent, contrive, adviseSomewhat, to blind the King, and save his LifeIn whom I live. Spite of my Rage, and Pride,I am a Woman, and a Lover still.O 'tis more Grief but to suppose his Death,Than still to meet the Rigour of his Scorn. From my Despair, my Anger had its Source;When he is dead, I must despair for ever.For ever! that's Despair———it was DistrustBefore; Distrust will ever be in Love,And Anger in Distrust, both short-liv'd Pains.But in Despair, and ever-during Death,No Term, no Bound, but Infinite of Woe.O Torment, but to think! what then to bear?Not to be born———devise the means to shun it,Quick; or, by Heav'n, this Dagger drinks thy Blood.
Selim.My Life is yours, nor wish I to preserve it,But to serve you. I have already thought.
Zara.Forgive my Rage; I know thy Love and TruthBut say, what's to be done? or when, or howShall I prevent, or stop th' approaching Danger?
Selim.You must still seem most resolute and fix'dOn Osmyn's Death; too quick a Change of Mercy,Might breed Suspicion of the Cause. Advise,That Execution may be done in private.
Zara.On what Pretence?
Selim.Your own Request's enough.However, for a Colour, tell him, youHave Cause to fear his Guards may be corrupted;And some of them bought off to Osmyn's Int'rest,Who at the Place of Execution, willAttempt to force his way for an Escape.The State of things will countenance all Suspicions.Then offer to the King to have him strangl'dIn secret, by your Mutes; and get an Order,That none but Mutes may have Admittance to him.I can no more, the King is here. ObtainThis Grant—and I'll acquaint you with the rest.
Enter King, Gonsalez, Garcia, Perez.
King.Bear to the Dungeon, those Rebellious Slaves;Th' ignoble Currs, that yelp to fill the Cry,And spend their Mouths in barking Tyranny. But for their Leaders, Sancho, and Ramirez,Let 'em be led away to present Death.Perez, see it perform'd.
Gons.Might I presume;Their Execution better were deferr'd,'Till Osmyn die. Mean time we may learn moreOf this Conspiracy.
King.Then be it so.Stay, Soldier; they shall suffer with the Moor.Are none return'd of those who follow'd Heli?
Gons.None, Sir. Some Papers have been since discover'd,In Roderigo's House, who fled with him.Which seem to intimate, as if Alphonso,Still alive, were arming in Valentia:Which wears indeed this Colour of a Truth;They who are fled have that way bent their course.Of the same Nature, divers Notes have beenDispers'd, t'amuze the People; whereuponSome ready of Belief, have rais'd this Rumour:That being sav'd upon the Coast of Africk,He there disclos'd himself to Albucacim,And by a secret Compact made with him,Open'd the Way to this Invasion;While he himself, returning to ValentiaIn private, undertook to raise this Tumult.
Zara.Ha! hear'st thou that? Is Osmyn then Alphonso!O Heav'n! a thousand things occurTo my Remembrance now, that make it plain.O certain Death for him, as sure DespairFor me, if it be known———If not, what HopeHave I? Yet 'twere the lowest Baseness, now,To yield him up———No, I will still conceal him,And try the Force of yet more Obligations.
Gons.'Tis not impossible. Yet, it may be,That some Impostor has usurp'd his Name.Your beauteous Captive, Zara, can inform,If such a one, so 'scaping, was receiv'dAt any time, in Albucacim's Court.
King.Pardon, fair Excellence, this long Neglect:An unforeseen, unwelcome Hour of Business,Has thrust between us and our while of Love;But wearing now a-pace with ebbing Sand,Will quickly waste, and give again the Day.
Zara.You're too secure: The Danger is more imminentThan your high Courage suffers you to see;While Osmyn lives, you are not safe.
King.His DoomIs pass'd; if you revoke it not, he dies.
Zara.'Tis well. By what I heard upon your Entrance,I find I can unfold what yet concernsYou more. One that did call himself Alphonso,Was cast upon my Coast, as is reported;And oft had private Conference with the King;To what Effect I knew not then: But thatAlphonso, privately departed, justAbout the time our Arms embark'd for Spain.What I know more, is, That a tripple LeagueOf strictest Friendship, was profess'd betweenAlphonso, Heli, and the Traytour Osmyn.
King.Publick Report, is ratify'd in this.
Zara.And Osmyn's Death requir'd of strong necessity.
King.Give Order strait, that all the Pris'ners die,We will our self behold the Execution.
Zara.Forbear a Moment; somewhat more I haveWorthy your private Ear, and this your Minister.
King.Let all else void the Room. Garcia, give OrderFor doubling all our Guards; command that ourMilitia are in Arms: We will anonRide forth, and view the Order of our Troops.[Exeunt Garcia, Perez, and Attendants.
Zara.I am your Captive, and you've us'd me Nobly;And in return of that, though otherwiseYour Enemy; I have discover'd Osmyn,His private Practice and ConspiracyAgainst your State: And fully to dischargeMy self of what I've undertaken; now, I think it fit to tell you that your GuardsAre tainted; some among 'em have resolv'dTo rescue Osmyn at the Place of Death.
King.Is Treason then so near us as our Guards!
Zara.Most certain; though my Knowledge is not yetSo ripe, to point at the particular Men.
King.What's to be done?
Zara.That too I will advise.I have remaining in my Train, some Mutes,A Present once, from the Sultana Queen,In the Grand Signior's Court. These from their InfancyAre practis'd in the Trade of Death; and shall(As there the Custom is) in private strangleOsmyn.
Gons.My Lord, the Queen advises well.
King.What Off'ring, or what Recompence remainsIn me, that can be worthy of so great Services?To cast beneath your Feet the Crown you've sav'd,Though on the Head that wears it, were too little.
Zara.Of that hereafter; but, mean time, 'tis fitYou order none may have Admittance toThe Pris'ner, but such Messengers, as IShall send.
King.Who waits there?Enter Perez.On your Life take heed,That only Zara's Mutes, or such who bringHer Warrant, have Admittance to the Moor.
Zara.They and no other; not the Princess self.
Perez.Your Majesty shall be obey'd.
King.Retire. [Ex. Perez.
Gons.That Interdiction so particular,Pronounc'd with Vehemence against the Princess,Should have more Meaning than appears bare-fac'd.The King is blinded by his Love, and heedsIt not. Your Majesty sure, might have spared That last Restraint; you hardly can suspectThe Princess is Confederate with the Moor.
Zara.I've heard, her Charity did once extendSo far to visit him, at his Request.
Gonsa.Ha!
King.How? she visit Osmyn! What, my Daughter?
Sel.Madam, take heed; or you have ruin'd all.
Zara.And after did sollicite you on hisbehalf———
King.Never. You have been mis-inform'd.
Zara.Indeed? Then 'twas a Whisper spread by someWho wish'd it so; a common Art in Courts.I will retire, and instantly prepareInstruction, for my Ministers of Death.[Exeunt Zara and Selim
Gons.There's somewhat yet of Mystery in this;Her Words and Actions are obscure and double,Sometimes concur, and sometimes disagree;I like it not.
King.What dost thou think, Gonsalez;Are we not much indebted to this fair one.
Gons.I am a little slow of Credit, Sir,In the Sincerity of Womens Actions.Methinks this Lady's Hatred to the Moor,Disquiets her too much; which makes it seemAs if she'd rather that she did not hate him.I wish her Mutes are meant to be employ'dAs she pretends———I doubt it now—Your GuardsCorrupted; how? by whom? who told her so?I'th' Evening Osmyn was to die; at Mid-nightShe beg'd the Royal Signet to release him;I'th' Morning he must die again; e'er NoonHer Mutes alone must strangle him or he'llEscape. This put together, suits not well.
King.Yet, that there's Truth in what she has discover'd,Is manifest from every Circumstance.This Tumult, and the Lords who fled with Heli,Are Confirmation.———That Alphonso lives, Agrees expresly too with her Report.
Gons.I grant it, Sir, and doubt not, but in RageOf Jealousie, she has discover'd whatShe now repents. It may be I'm deceiv'd.But why that needless Caution of the Princess?What if she had seen Osmyn? tho' 'twere strange.But if she had, what was't to her? unlessShe fear'd her stronger Charms, might cause the Moor'sAffection to revolt.
King.I thank thee, Friend.There's Reason in thy Doubt, and I am warn'd.But think'st thou that my Daughter saw this Moor?
Gons.If Osmyn be, as Zara has related,Alphonso's Friend; 'tis not impossible,But she might wish on his Account to see him.
King.Say'st thou? by Heav'n thou hast arous'd a Thought,That like a sudden Earth-quake, shakes my Frame;Confusion! then my Daughter's an Accomplice,And plots in Private with this hellish Moor.
Gons.That were too hard a Thought—but see she comes.'Twere not amiss to question her a little,And try howe'er, if I've divin'd aright.If what I fear be true, she'll be concern'dFor Osmyn's Death, as he's Alphonso's Friend.Urge that, to try if she'll sollicite for him.
Enter Almeria and Leonora.
King.Your coming has prevented me Almeria;I had determin'd to have sent for you.Let your Attendant be dismiss'd; I have [Exit Leonora.To talk with you. Come near, why dost thou shake?What mean those swollen and redfleck'd Eyes, that lookAs they had wept in Blood, and worn the NightIn waking Anguish? why this, on the DayWhich was design'd to celebrate thy Nuptials?But that the Beams of Light are to be stain'dWith reeking Gore, from Traytors on the Rack: Wherefore I have deferr'd the Marriage-Rites,Nor shall the guilty Horrors of this DayProphane that Jubilee.
Alm.All Days to meHenceforth are equal; this the Day of Death,To morrow, and the next, and each that follows,Will undistinguish'd roll, and but prolongOne hated Line of more extended Woe.
King.Whence is thy Grief? Give me to know the Cause,And look thou answer me with Truth; for know,I am not unacquainted with thy Falshood.Why art thou mute? base and degenerate Maid!
Gons.Dear Madam, speak, or you'll incense the King.
Alm.What is to speak? or wherefore should I speak?What mean these Tears, but Grief unutterable?
King.Yes, Guilt; they are the dumb Confessions ofThy guilty Mind; and say thou wert ConfederateWith damn'd Conspirators to take my Life.O impious Parricide! now canst thou speak?
Alm.O Earth, behold, I kneel upon thy Bosom,And bend my flowing Eyes, to stream uponThy Face, imploring thee that thou wilt yield;Open thy Bowels of Compassion, takeInto thy Womb the last and most forlornOf all thy Race. Hear me, thou common Parent;———I have no Parent else———be thou a Mother,And step between me and the Curse of him,That was———that was, but is no more a Father.But brands my Innocence with horrid Crimes,And for the tender Names of Child and Daughter,Now calls me Murderer, and Parricide.
King.Rise, I command thee rise———and if thou would'stAcquit thy self of those detested Names,Swear thou hast never seen that Foreign Dog,Now doom'd to die, that most accursed Osmyn.
Alm.Never, but as with Innocence I might,And free of all bad Purposes. So Heav'nsMy Witness.
King.Vile equivocating Wretch!With Innocence? Death and Perdition, sheConfesses it. By Heav'n I'll have him rack'd,Torn, mangl'd, flay'd, impal'd———all Pains and TorturesThat Wit of Man and Dire Revenge can think,Shall he accumulated under-bear.
Alm.Oh, I am lost———there, Fate begins to wound.
King.Hear me; then, if thou canst, reply, know Traitress,I'm not to learn that curs'd Alphonso lives;Nor am I ignorant what Osmyn is———
Alm.Then all is ended, and we both must dieSince thour't reveal'd, alone thou shalt not die.And yet alone would I have dy'd, Heav'n knows,Repeated Deaths, rather than have revealed thee.Yes, all my Father's wounding Wrath, tho' eachReproach cuts deeper than the keenest Sword,And cleaves my Heart; I would have born it all,Nay, all the Pains that are prepar'd for thee:To the remorseless Rack I would have givenThis weak and tender Flesh, to have been bruis'dAnd torn, rather than have reveal'd thy Being.
King.Hell, Hell! do I hear this, and yet endure!What, dar'st thou to my Face avow thy Guilt?Hence, e'er I curse———fly, my just Rage with speed;Lest I forget us both, and spurn thee from me.
Alm.And yet a Father! think I am your Child.Turn not your Eyes away———look on me kneeling;Now curse me if you can, now spurn me off.Did ever Father curse his kneeling Child!Never: For always Blessings crown that Posture.Nature inclines, and half-way meets that Duty,Stooping to raise from Earth the filial Reverence;For bended Knees returning folding Arms, With Pray'rs, and Blessings, and paternal Love.O hear me then, thus crawling on the Earth———
King.Be thou advis'd, and let me go while yetThe light Impression thou hast made, remains.
Alm.No, never will I rise, nor loose this Hold,'Till you are mov'd, and grant that he may live.
King.Ha! who may live? take heed, no more of that.For on my Soul he dies, tho' thou, and I,And all should follow to partake his Doom.Away, off, let me go,—Call her Attendants.
Enter Leonora and Attendants.
Alm.Drag me, harrow the Earth with my bare Bosom.I'll not let go, 'till you have spar'd my Husband.
King.Ha! what say'st thou? Husband! Husband! Damnation!What Husband? which? who?
Alm.He, he is my Husband.
King.Poyson and Daggers! who?
Alm.O——— [Faints.
Gons.Help, support her.
Alm.Let me go, let me fall, sink deep—I'll dig,I'll dig a Grave, and tear up Death; I will;I'll scrape 'till I collect his rotten Bones,And cloath their Nakedness with my own Flesh;Yes, I will strip of Life, and we will change:I will be Death; then tho' you kill my Husband,He shall be mine, still and for ever mine.
King.What Husband? who? whom do'st thou mean?
Gons.Alas, she raves!
Alm.O that I did, Osmyn, he is my Husband.
King.Osmyn!
Alm.Not Osmyn, but Alphonso is my Dear,And wedded Husband———Heav'n, and Air, and Seas;Ye Winds and Waves, I call ye all to witness.
King.Wilder than Winds or Waves thy self do'st rave.Should I hear more; I too should catch thy Madness.Yet somewhat she must mean of dire Import,Which I'll not hear, 'till I am more at peace.Watch her returning Sense, and bring me Word:And look that she attempt not on her Life. [Exit King.
Alm.O stay, yet stay, hear me, I am not mad.I would to Heav'n I were———he's gone!
Gons.Have Comfort.
Alm.Curst be that Tongue, that bids me be of Comfort;Curst my own Tongue, that cou'd not move his Pity.Curst these weak Hands, that cou'd not hold him here;For he is gone to doom Alphonso's Death.
Gonsa.Your too excessive Grief, works on your Fancy,And deludes your Sense. Alphonso, if living,Is far from hence, beyond your Father's Power.
Alm.Hence, thou detested, ill-tim'd Flatterer;Source of my Woes: Thou and thy Race be curs'd;But doubly thou, who could'st alone have Policy,And Fraud, to find the fatal Secret out,And know that Osmyn was Alphonso.
Gons.Ha!
Alm.Why dost thou start? what dost thou see, or hear?Was it the doleful Bell, toling for Death?Or dying Groans from my Alphonso's Breast?See, see, look yonder! where a grizled, paleAnd ghastly Head, glares by, all smear'd with Blood,Gasping as it would speak: and after it,Behold a damp, dead Hand has drop'd a Dagger;I'll catch it—hark! a Voice cries Murder! 'tisMy Father's Voice; hollow it sounds, and fromThe Tomb it calls———I'll follow it, for thereI shall again behold my dear Alphonso.[Exit with Attendants.
Gons.She's greatly griev'd; nor am I less surpriz'd.Osmyn Alphonso! no; she over-rates My Policy, I ne'er suspected it:Nor now had known it, but from her mistake.Her husband too! Ha! Where is Garcia then?And where the Crown that shou'd descend on him,To grace the Line of my Posterity?Hold, let me think—if I shou'd tell the King———Things come to this Extremety? his DaughterWedded already—what if he should yield?Knowing no Remedy, for what is past;And urg'd by Nature pleading for his Child,With which he seems to be already shaken.And tho' I know he hates beyond the GraveAnselmo's Race; yet if———That if, concludes me.To doubt, when I may be assur'd, is Folly.But how, prevent the Captive Queen, who meansTo set him free? Ay, now 'tis plain; O wellInvented Tale! he was Alphonso's Friend.This subtle Woman will amuze the King,If I delay———'twill do———or better so.One to my Wish. Alonzo, thou art welcom.
Enter Alonzo.
Alonzo.The King expects your Lordship.
Gons.'Tis no matter.I'm not i'th' Way at Present, good Alonzo.
Alonzo.If't please your Lordship, I'll return, and sayI have not seen you.
Gons.Do my best Alonzo.Yet stay, I would—but go; anon will serve———Yet I have that, requires thy speedy help.I think thou would'st not stop to do me Service.
Alonzo.I am your Creature.
Gons.Say thou art my Friend.I've seen thy Sword do Noble Execution.
Alonzo.All that it can, your Lordship shall command.
Gons.Thanks; and I take thee at thy Word. Thou'st seenAmong the followers of the Captive Queen,Dumb Men, that make their Meaning known by Signs.
Alon.I have, my Lord.
Gons.Could'st thou procure with speed,And privacy, the wearing Garb of oneOf those, tho' purchas'd by his Death; I'd giveThee such Reward, as should exceed thy Wish.
Alon.Conclude it done. Where shall I wait your Lordship?
Gons.At my Appartment. Use thy utmost Diligence;Away, I've not been seen—haste, good Alonzo. [Exit Alonzo.So, this can hardly fail. Alphonso slain,The greatest Obstacle is then remov'd.Almeria widow'd, yet again may wed;And I yet fix the Crown on Garcia's Head.[Exit.
The End of the Fourth Act.