Be urged, to shield me from thy bold appeal. Dor. Thou know'st I have: If thou disown'st that imputation, draw, Seb. No; to disprove that lie, I must not draw. Be conscious to thy worth, and tell thy soul, What thou hast done this day in my defence. To fight thee after this, what were it else Than owning that ingratitude thou urgest? That isthmus stands between two rushing seas; Which, mounting, view each other from afar, And strive in vain to meet. Dor. I'll cut that isthmus. Thou know'st I meant not to preserve thy life, I saved thee out of honourable malice: Now, draw;-I should be loth to think thou dar'st not: Beware of such another vile excuse. Seb. O patience, heaven! Dor. Beware of patience, too; That's a suspicious word. It had been proper, The only boon I begged was this fair combat: thanked. Never was vow of honour better paid, If my true sword but hold, than this shall be. The sprightly bridegroom, on his wedding night, More gladly enters not the lists of love: Why, 'tis enjoyment to be summoned thus. Dor. A minute is not much in either's life, Seb. He's dead; make haste, and thou may'st yet o'ertake him. Dor. When I was hasty, thou delayed'st me long er. I prythee let me hedge one moment more Seb. If it would please thee, thou shouldst never know; But thou, like jealousy, enquir'st a truth, Dor. I never can forgive him such a death! Now, judge thyself, who best deserved my love ? Dor. Had he been tempted so, so had he fallen; And so had I been favoured, had I stood. 2 Seb. What had been, is unknown; what is, ap pears. Confess, he justly was preferred to thee. Dor. Had I been born with his indulgent stars, My fortune had been his, and his been mine.-O, worse than hell! what glory have I lost, And what has he acquired, by such a death! I should have fallen by Sebastian's side, My corps had been the bulwark of my king. His glorious end was a patched work of fate, Ill sorted with a soft effeminate life; It suited better with my life than his, So to have died: Mine had been of a piece, Spent in your service, dying at your feet. Seb. The more effeminate and soft his life, The more his fame, to struggle to the field, And meet his glorious fate. Confess, proud spirit, (For I will have it from thy very mouth) That better he deserved my love than thou? Dor. O, whither would you drive me? I must grant, Yes, I must grant, but with a swelling soul,— For you he fought, and died: I fought against you; Through all the mazes of the bloody field, Hunted your sacred life; which that I missed Was the propitious error of my fate, Not of my soul: My soul's a regicide. Seb. [More calmly.] Thou might'st have given it a more gentle name. Thou meant'st to kill a tyrant, not a king: Dor. Can I speak! Alas, I cannot answer to Alonzo!- No, Dorax cannot answer to Alonzo; Alonzo was too kind a name for me. Then, when I fought and conquered with your arms, VOL. VII. 2D, In that blest age, I was the man you named: Seb. Yet twice this day I owed my life to Dorax. Dor. I saved you but to kill you: There's my grief. Seb. Nay, if thou can'st be grieved, thou can'st repent; Thou could'st not be a villain, though thou would'st: Thou own'st too much, in owning thou hast erred; And I too little, who provoked thy crime. Dor. O stop this headlong torrent of your good ness! It comes too fast upon a feeble soul, Half drowned in tears before: Spare my confusion; first; But thou prevent'st me still, in all that's noble. So, still indulging tears, she pines for thee, Dor. Have I been cursing heaven, while heaven blest me? I shall run mad with extacy of joy: To heaven, and to my king, and to my love!- [Embracing him. And all our quarrels be but such as these, Who shall love best, and closest shall embrace. Be what Henriquez was,-be my Alonzo. Dor. What, my Alonzo, said you? my Alonzo! Let my tears thank you, for I cannot speak; And, if I could, Words were not made to vent such thoughts as mine. Of heaven, to bless me thus. Tis gold so pure, ACT V. SCENE I. The Scene is, a Room of State. Enter DORAX and ANTON 10. away: Dor. Joy is on every face, without a cloud; As, in the scene of opening paradise, The whole creation danced at their new being, Pleased to be what they were, pleased with each other, Such joy have I, both in myself and friends; Ant. Pleasure has been the business of my life; And every change of fortune easy to me, |