Zara. What have you seen? Ha! wherefore stare you thus [The Mutes return, and look affrighted. With haggard eyes? why are your arms a-cross? Your heavy and desponding heads hung down? Why is't you more than speak in these sad signs? Give me more ample knowledge of this mourning. [They go to the Scene, which opening, she perceives the Ha! prostrate! bloody! headless! O-I'm lost! SCENE X. ZARA, SELIM, and Mutes. Sel. I've sought in vain, for nowhere can the king Be found. Zara. Get thee to hell, and seek him there! His hellish rage had wanted means to act, The mute you sent by some mischance was seen, [Dies. Zara. As thou art now-and I shall quickly be. "Tis not that he is dead; for 'twas decreed We both should die. Nor is't that I survive; I have a certain remedy for that. But oh, he died unknowing in my heart! He knew I loved, but knew not to what height: Of sense; his soul still sees, and knows each purpose, [Drinks. O friendly draught, already in my heart! O now he's gone, and all is dark [Dies. [The Mutes kneel and mourn over her. ALMERIA, LEONORA, and Mutes. Alm. O let me seek him in this horrid cell; For in the tomb, or prison, I alone Must hope to find him. Leon. Heavens what dismal scene Of death is this? The eunuch Selim slain ! Alm. Show me, for I am come in search of death; But want a guide; for tears have dimm'd my sight. Leon. Alas, a little farther, and behold Had they or hearts or eyes, that did this deed! All things were well: and yet my husband's mur. der'd! Yes, yes, And come prepared to yield my throat-they shake Their heads, in sign of grief and innocence! [The Mutes point at the bowl on the ground. And point-what mean they? Ha! a cup. O well I understand what medicine has been here. O noble thirst! yet greedy to drink all— Oh for another draught of death.—What mean they? [The Mutes point at the other cup. Ha! point again? 'tis there, and full, I hope. Thanks to the liberal hand that fill'd thee thus ; I'll drink my glad acknowledgmentLeon. O hold, For mercy's sake! upon my knee I beg Alm. With thee the kneeling world should beg in vain. Seest thou not there? behold who prostrate lies, [Coming nearer the body, starts and lets fall the cup. But spouting veins, and mangled flesh! Oh, oh! SCENE XII. ALMERIA, LEONORA, ÁLPHONSO, HELI, PERez, with GarCIA prisoner, Guards and Attendants. Alph. Away, stand off! where is she? let me fly, Save her from death, and snatch her to my heart. Aim. Oh! Alph. Forbear; my arms alone shall hold her up, Warm her to life, and wake her into gladness. dream intend? Alph. O mayst thou never dream of less delight, Nor ever wake to less substantial joys! Alm. Given me again from death! O all ye powers Confirm this miracle! Can I believe With apparitions and affrighting phantoms: Alph. O my heart's comfort! 'tis not given to this Frail life, to be entirely bless'd. Even now, Let 'em remove the body from her sight. Whose virtue has renounced thy father's crimes; EPILOGUE SPOKEN BY MRS. BRACEGIRDLE. THE tragedy thus done, I am, you know, I've leisure now to mark your several faces, For innocence condemn'd they've no respect, MY LORD,-Whether the world will arraign me of vanity or not, that I have presumed to dedicate this comedy to your Lordship, I am yet in doubt; though, it may be, it is some degree of vanity even to doubt of it. One who has at any time had the honour of your Lordship's conversation, cannot be supposed to think very meanly of that which he would prefer to your perusal; yet it were to incur the imputation of too much sufficiency, to pretend to such a merit as might abide the test of your Lordship's censure. Whatever value may be wanting to this play while yet it is mine, will be sufficiently made up to it when it is once become your Lordship's; and it is my security, that I cannot have overrated it more by my dedication, than your Lordship will dignify it by your patronage. That it succeeded on the stage, was almost beyond my expectation; for but little of it was prepared for that general taste which seems now to be predominant in the palates of our audience. Those characters which are meant to be ridiculed in most of our comedies, are of fools so gross, that, in my humble opinion, they should rather disturb than divert the well-natured and reflecting part of an audience; they are rather objects of charity than contempt; and instead of moving our mirth, they ought very often to excite our compassion. This reflection moved me to design some characters which should appear ridiculous, not so much through a natural folly (which is incorrigible, and therefore not proper for the stage) as through an affected wit; a wit, which at the same time that it is affected, is also false. As there is some difficulty in the formation of a character of this nature, so there is some hazard which attends the progress of its success upon the stage; for many come to a play so overcharged with criticism, that they very often let fly their censure, when through their rashness they have mistaken their aim. This I had occasion lately to observe; for this play had been acted two or three days, before some of these hasty judges could find the leisure to distinguish betwixt the character of a Witwoud and a Truewit. I must beg your Lordship's pardon for this digression from the true course of this epistle; but that it may not seem altogether impertinent, I beg that I may plead the occasion of it, in part of that excuse of which I stand in need, for recommending this comedy to your protection. It is only by the countenance of your Lordship, and the few so qualified, that such who write with care and pains can hope to be distinguished; for the prostituted name of poet promiscuously levels all that bear it. Terence, the most correct writer in the world, had a Scipio and a Lælius, if not to assist him, at least to support him in his reputation; and notwithstanding his extraordinary merit, it may be their countenance was not more than necessary. The purity of his style, the delicacy of his turns, and the justness of his characters, were all of them beauties which the greater part of his audience were incapable of tasting; some of the coarsest strokes of Plautus, so severely censured by Horace, were more likely to affect the multitude; such who come with expectation to laugh at the last act of a play, and are better entertained with two or three unseasonable jests, than with the artful solution of the fable. As Terence excelled in his performances, so Lad he great advantages to encourage his undertakings; for he built most on the foundations of Menander; his plots were generally modelled, and his characters ready drawn to his hand. He copied Menander, and Menander had no less light in the formation of his characters, from the observations of Theophrastus, of whom he was a disciple; and Theophrastus, it is known, was not only the disciple, but the immediate successor of Aristotle, the first and greatest judge of poetry. These were great models to design by; and the further advantage which Terence possessed, towards giving his plays the due ornaments of purity of style and justness of manners, was not less considerable, from the freedom of conversation which was permitted him with Lælius and Scipio, two of the greatest and most polite men of his age. And indeed the privilege of such a conversation is the only certain means of attaining to the perfection of dialogue. If it has happened in any part of this comedy, that I have gained a turn of style or expression more correct, or at least more corrigible, than in those which I have formerly written, I must, with equal pride and gratitude, ascribe it to the honour of your Lordship's admitting me into your conversation, and that of a society where everybody else was so well worthy of you, in your retirement last summer from the town; for it was immediately after that this comedy was written. If I have failed in my performance, it is only to be regretted, where there were so many, not inferior either to a Scipio or a Lælius, that there should be one wanting equal in capacity to a Terence. If I am not mistaken, poetry is almost the only art which has not yet laid claim to your Lordship's patronage. Architecture and painting, to the great honour of our country, have flourished under your influence and protection. In the mean time, poetry, the eldest sister of all arts, and parent of most, seems to have resigned her birthright, by having neglected to pay her duty to your Lordship, and by permitting others of a later extraction, to prepossess that place in your esteem to which none can pretend a better title. Poetry, in its nature, is sacred to the good and great; the relation between them is reciprocal, and they are ever propitious to it. It is the privilege of poetry to address to them, and it is their prerogative alone to give it protection. This received maxim is a general apology for all writers who consecrate their labours to great men; but I could wish at this time, that this address were exempted from the common pretence of all dedications; and that as I can distinguish your Lordship even among the most deserving, so this offering,might become remarkable by some particular instance of respect, which should assure your Lordship, that I am, with all due sense of your extreme worthiness and humanity, my Lord, your Lordship's most obedient, and most obliged humble servant, WILLIAM CONGREVE. Or those few fools who with ill stars are curst, Each time they write they venture all they've won: He owns with toil he wrought the following scenes; But, if they're naught, ne'er spare him for his Damn him the more; have no commiseration He swears he'll not resent one hiss'd-off scene, 2 SCENE I-A Chocolate-House. ACT I MIRABELL and FAINALL, rising from cards, BETTY waiting. Mir. You are a fortunate man, Mr. Fainall! Mir. What you please: I'll play on to entertain you. Fain. No, I'll give you your revenge another time, when you are not so indifferent; you are thinking of something else now, and play too negligently; the coldness of a losing gamester lessens the pleasure of the winner. I'd no more play with a man that slighted his ill fortune than I'd make love to a woman who undervalued the loss of her reputation. Mir. You have a taste extremely delicate, and are for refining on your pleasures. Fain. Prithee, why so reserved? has put you out of humour. Something Mir. Not at all: I happen to be grave to-day, and you are gay; that's all. Fain. Confess, Millamant and you quarrelled last night after I left you; my fair cousin has some humours that would tempt the patience of a Stoic. What, some coxcomb came in, and was well received by her, while you were by? Mir. Witwoud and Petulant; and what was worse, her aunt, your wife's mother, my evil genius; or to sum up all in her own name, my old Lady Wishfort came in. Fain. O there it is then! She has a lasting passion for you, and with reason.-What, then my wife was there? Mir. Yes, and Mrs. Marwood, and three or four more, whom I never saw before. Seeing me, they all put on their grave faces, whispered one another; then complained aloud of the vapours, and after fell into a profound silence. Fain. They had a mind to be rid of you. Mir. For which reason I resolved not to stir. At last the good old lady broke through her painful taciturnity with an invective against long visits. I would not have understood her, but Millamant joining in the argument, I rose, and, with a constrained smile, told her, I thought nothing was so easy as to know when a visit began to be troublesome. She reddened, and I withdrew, without expecting her reply. Fain. You were to blame to resent what she spoke only in compliance with her aunt. Mir. She is more mistress of herself than to be under the necessity of such a resignation. Fain. What! though half her fortune depends upon her marrying with my lady's approbation? Mir. I was then in such a humour, that I should have been better pleased if she had been less dis creet. Fain. Now, I remember, I wonder not they were weary of you; last night was one of their cabal nights; they have 'em three times a-week, and meet by turns at one another's apartments, where they come together like the coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week. You and I are excluded; and it was once proposed that all the male sex should be excepted; but somebody moved that, to avoid scandal, there might be one man of the community; upon which motion Witwoud and Petulant were enrolled members. Mir. And who may have been the foundress of this sect? My lady Wishfort, I warrant, who publishes her detestation of mankind; and full of the vigour of fifty-five, declares for a friend and ratafia; and let posterity shift for itself, she'll breed no more. Fain. The discovery of your sham addresses to her, to conceal your love to her niece, has provoked this separation; had you dissembled better, things might have continued in the state of nature. Mir. I did as much as man could, with any reasonable conscience; I proceeded to the very last act of flattery with her, and was guilty of a song in her commendation. Nay, I got a friend to put her into a lampoon, and compliment her with the imputation of an affair with a young fellow, which I carried so far, that I told her the malicious town took notice that she was grown fat of a sudden; and when she lay in of a dropsy, persuaded her she was reported to be in labour. The devil's in't, if an old woman is to be flattered further, unless a man should endeavour downright personally to debauch her; and that my virtue forbade me. But for the discovery of this amour I am indebted to your friend, or your wife's friend, Mrs. Marwood. Fain. What should provoke her to be your enemy, unless she has made you advances which you have slighted? Women do not easily forgive omissions of that nature. Mir. She was always civil to me till of late.I confess I am not one of those coxcombs who are apt to interpret a woman's good manners to her prejudice, and think that she who does not refuse 'em everything, can refuse 'em nothing. Fain. You are a gallant man, Mirabell; and though you may have cruelty enough not to satisfy a lady's longing, you have too much generosity not to be tender of her honour. Yet you speak with an indifference which seems to be affected, and confesses you are conscious of a negligence. Mir. You pursue the argument with a distrust that seems to be unaffected, and confesses you are conscious of a concern for which the lady is more indebted to you than is your wife. Fain. Fy, fy, friend! if you grow censorious I must leave you.-I'll look upon the gamesters in the next room. Mir. Who are they? Fain. Petulant and Witwoud.-[To BETTY.] Bring me some chocolate. [Exit. Mir. Betty, what says your clock? [Exit. one |