HE APOSTATE. ACT 1. EI-A Moorish Apartment in Grenada. Enter HALY, HEMEYA, and HAMET, L. is in vain-you talk to me in vain. ave you forget that you are last of all of famous kings who ruled Grenada Spaniard conquered? In their slavery, s still hold you for their righteous prince turn for kingly reverence, hem kingly care. ice, I remember, gs our Christian tyrants heap upon us rer far than life-this fatal passion ad This Spanish woman ished from your soul each nobler care — ghter of Alvarez ! she alone s all your being! you can think ak but of Florinda-when the Moors a lengthened sigh, breathes out, "Florin da!" Rule my o'ermastered soul. What can you tay? Is there a power in eloquence or reason To cure the heart's deep malady?-ha! tell me. Hal. You should have found it, If not in duty, in despair.-You know Our Spanish tyrants spurn, as well as hate us— That e'en a Moorish prince should wed Florinda ? Hem. And must love on forever. Love is a fire self-fed, and does not need Ham. What avails it? Even if she love, she never could be yours- Hal. Weak and degenerate passion! How it unmans your nature! I perceive from Grenada. Would he were here, our slumb'ring virtue ! Foing.] Fare you well! Crosses, R. here wouldst thou go? 'tis midnight's silent T. u wander forth. No couch now strews d sleep for you; nor, till the morn, ghast you come his is my hour, our of joy. Haly, I go beside her lattice; there, sometimes, ometimes, on her face, its tender beams; -, till the morning. [Shout, R.] Hark! E tumult murmurs on mine ear, an's chafing surge Behold, the sky Iden in the black horizon's verge; unnatural light streams o'er the dark, cks the dawn of morn. Enter a Moor, R. [Fire-bell heard. My lord, the palace of Count Alvarez inwrapt in fire! Florinda? speak! . She has not yet been seen. . Oh, heavens, Florinda! SCENE 11.-A Street in Grenada. [Exeunt, R. Enter ALVAREZ, L., supported by two SERVANTS. Where is my child? where is my child, Florinda? e do you drag me let me go! unhand me! e go back and die! unnatural men, hould not force the father from the child. Ser. The thought is frenzy! from the rolling smoke carce were ta'en alive! and here we lead you To breathe the fresh'ning air; you shall not gc Alv. Oh, my daughter! Enter a SPANIARD, Speak-tell me-speak! L. Span. Your daughter has appeared The multitude in speechless horror stands. Exit, L. Alv. [Kneeling.] Hear, and record my oath! he that shall bear Florinda to my arms, shall win her hand, And be inheritor of all my treasures; And, if I break that oath, the heaviest curse What's that I hear? [A loud shout is heard, L. Enter a SPANIARD, L.—after a short pause. Span. My lord, a desp'rate man with furious force Bursts through the gathered thousands, scales the walls, And plunges through the flame. Alv. Oh, heaven reward him! [Another shout, L. That sound sends life again through every vein, And my heart bounds [Voices without, L.] She is saved! she is saved! Alv O heaven! Lead me from hence, and let me sce my child. [Exeunt, L. SCENE III-A Garden adjoining the Palace of Alvarez part of which appears already consumed and blackened. Enter HEMEYA, L. U. E., bearing Florinda in his arms. Hem. I feel thy pressure in my heart-I have theeI clasp thee here, while all my senses rush In the full throb of rapture! all my being Flor. Hemeya! Heaven, let me thank thee, that this generous man e! I will look on thee, Hen eya!- mne, oment of delirious joy, to my heart; but here, behold, now you loved me. confess that I am grateful to thee. o not talk g gratitude; in the dread moment th hung hov'ring o'er thee, I did hearhear thee say, that death itself Come here! was welcome in my arms. Don't look upon me! for within thy gaze o the earth. Why would Florinda, is made of gentleness and pity, at beam of dawning happiness, mpse of op'ning heaven! Because Florinda o her shuddering heart had dared to tell, he has told to thee! I ne'er can wed thee, at a pang it is to love thee still! ou not know my father frowns upon thee? ou not know I never can be thine? etched that I am, I have revealed must blush to think of.-But he comes, ner comes: oh! I must dry these tears; his arms forget my ev'ry grief; el I am a daughter.-My dear father! Enter ALVAREZ, L., crosses, C. My child! 7. Yes, take her, clasp her to your heart, that heart beats with a father's transport, as I am, don't blame me that I love her. S |