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Oct. Thou hast shot lightning through me!
Roque. [ Aside. An' this hold, I shall blubber outright,
moon, That I do fear my senses are in part Swayed by her influence. I'm past jesting with.
Roque. I never, signior, was much given to jesı ing; and he who sports with the misfortunes of another, though he may bring his head into repute for fancy, does his heart little credit for feeling. Rest you quiet, signior : here is one waiting without, that I have brought along with me, who will comfort you. Nay, I pray you, now, be patient. Aside. If this be the work of bringing lovers together, Heaven give him joy who makes a trade on't !—for, in fif
ty years that Time has clapped his saddle on my back, he never so sorely galled my old withers as now! [Exit, L.
Oct. Habit does much. I do begin to think, Since grief has been so close an inmate with me, That I have strained her nearer to my bosom Than I had pressed her, had the chequered scene, Which rouses man who mixes with his kind, Kept me from dotage on her. Our affections Must have a rest! and sorrow, when secluded, Grows strong in weakness.--" Pen the body up “ In solitary durance, and, in time, “ The human soul will idly fix its fancy “ E'en on some peg stuck in the prison's wall, “And sigh to quit it.” Re-enter Roque, L., conducting FLORANTHE—he points out
Octavian, and withdraws, L.
[A pause—he gazes on Floranthe for some time.
Flor, Octavian !
(Runs to meet her, staggers, and falls on his face. Flor. Ob! I did fear this. My Octavian ! To see thee thus! [Calling off) Why, Roque !-Alas!
Re-enter Roque, L.--He assists Octavian to rise.
Pray, let me kiss it. Oh, 'tis she ! 'tis real!
Flor. Scoff thee, Octavian !-Ah! thou little know'st
Oct. Pish! that's nothing, -I heeded not the storm. Why, I remember, When last the forkéd lightning struck me down, I lay upon the rock, and smiled to see The feeble malice of the elements. 'Tis here—[Pointing to his breast.l--here, only, I am v.'.
nerable. 1 have been galled too deep within, Floranthe, To think
Flor. Pray you, be comforted:
forever. Oct. Get thee back ! He who would snatch thee from me, though he fell,Fell by this arm, met not his death by me. I had not fled three days ere I did learn it. And, sure, thy father, whose delight it is To torture faithful love, has given thee to him. The thought does mad me!-Get thee to thy husband !
[Crosses, R. Flor. Then let me greet him here !-For here, Octa
Oct. How's this ? What! has thy father, then--Impos
sible ! Does he relent?
Flor. Alas! he is no more!
[Bursts into hysterical laughter. Faith, I am very weak : pray pardon me. 'Tis somewhat sudden, this : I am unused To
any touch of joy, and it o'ercomes me. I shall weep soon, and then I shall be better.
Flor. Nay, calm thy spirits-prythee, now!
Oct. Well, well!
Flor. Restrain this passion :
this waste, Where, cheerless, I have strayed, shut out from man, A solitary wild inhabitant. Have with thee, sweet ! I know each turn and thicket. Alreally have I felt what 'tis to lose thee : They take my life who tear thee from me now; For death alone shall part us.
See here—we measure back the self-same steps
Kilm. Faith, Count, then this falls out according to my old luck. How hard it is upon industrious travellers, who follow their noses on a journey, to find out they have been only walking backwards after all! If the world do go round, as they say, certain it has taken a twist extraordinary in the night ; else the two sides of the mountain could never have fairly changed places.
Viro. (To Zorayda.) I prythee, be of comfort.
Zoray. I will strive
Kilm. I seldom knew a woman to go to sleep, that she did not dream upon mischief. “Of a truth, though, when
a grim fellow flourishes his dagger before the closed "eyes of a lady, it must make her lie a little uneasy.”— Well, 'tis no wonder we have, at last, lost our road; for the devil of anything like one is there in this whole abominable Sierra de Ronda.
Viro. Yon rock, which rises in a rugged spire,
Kilm. By my soul, now, you have hit on't! What an advantage it is to a head to be gifted with brains! I had pondered all day ere I had stumbled on such an expedient, which carries with it only one small objection.
Viro. What is't, Kilmallock ?
Kilm. 'Tis so steep and perpendicular, that old Satan himself could never get up.
Viro. Tut, man ! I warrant-we'll assist each other.
Kilm. Faith, and that's true again; but I defy any human creature living to master it alone, but a cat or a monkey. Viro. Sure, naught can harm her bere. Sweet, iest
awhile: Straight we will both return, and bring, I trust, The clue to wind thee, ere the sun has set,