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Translations, and Occasional Poems. By Barbarina Lady Dacre.[i.e. Barbarina Brand] In Two Volumes

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PEDRARIAS

A TRAGIC DRAMA.


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This drama was written in May 1811, and has been revised at different periods since. For the story see “Les Incas” of Marmontel. As it is one of pure invention, it was thought allowable to take great liberties with it.


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    PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.

  • Pedrarias D'Avila, governor of the Isthmus of Darien.
  • Alphonso, his son.
  • Gusman, his minister.
  • Lopez, and other Spanish nobles.
  • Perez, a spy.
  • Capana, an Indian cacique.
  • Houaco, his son, at first under the name of Zamori.
  • Thelasco, an Indian warrior.
  • Kali, an Indian.
  • Lascala, an old Indian.
  • Amazilia, a young Indian woman of high birth, betrothed to Houaco.
  • Laila, her friend.
  • An old Indian woman.
Spanish Soldiers, Indians, &c.
SCENE, Panama, and mountains of the adjacent country.

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ACT I.

SCENE I.

Indian scenery.
Groups of Indians pass over the stage with garlands, &c. as if busily employed in preparations for a rustic sacrifice. Thelasco enters alone from the opposite side, and Kali comes forward from the other Indians to meet him.
KALI.
Welcome, Thelasco, welcome! Thou return'st
In happy hour. Our good cacique, Capana,
Wills that the feast of vengeance be completed
This very day. The rites are all prepared.

THELASCO.
What mean'st thou, Kali? Ere the last moon waned,
Nine of the fell invaders, by our warriors

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Surprised and taken on yon wilds, had bled:
One breathed alone, when with my chosen band
Again I sought the foe.

KALI.
True, brave Thelasco;
For nine successive days our people feasted,
Pouring forth songs before the God of Vengeance,
While on his altars flow'd a Spaniard's blood;
But nought of joy stole on the settled sorrow
Of good Capana. On the tenth, the sun
Frown'd on our rites; the angry thunders roar'd;
The ominous tear rolled down Capana's cheek;
The rites were stopp'd.

THELASCO.
But sure the sun has smiled
With ray benignant many a day since then?

KALI.
And yet the sacrifice has still been stay'd.
Our great cacique best reads portentous skies,
Nor till this day has deem'd the signs propitious.
With sadden'd brow e'en now—

THELASCO.
Alas! what sadness
Can thus hang heavy on Capana's breast?
Has he not saved the remnant of his people
By his sole godlike wisdom, and his valour?

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Did he not lead us, press'd by foes and famine,
O'er mountains, inaccessible to all
But those who follow such a leader? One,
Whose bleeding wounds mark, drop by drop, the course
He cheers his bands to follow: whose parch'd lips,
Smiling, refuse the cooling draught we scoop
In the cleft rock—bidding his follower drink!
Till in this valley, by these heights hemm'd in,
(Committing us, as 'twere, to Nature's bosom),
He bids us live secure—beyond the reach
Of fierce Pedrarias, and his lawless rout.
Can he retrace these deeds and taste of sadness?

KALI.
Valiant Thelasco!—thou art not a father,
Or had'st not ask'd that question.

THELASCO.
True:—Houaco
Was on the fatal field or slain, or lost;
But two long summers, since gone by, might blunt
Remembrance:—and the bloody day that reft
Capana of a people, and a son,
Closed that son's course in glory! Mark'd you not
How many his unerring hatchet laid in dust?
I saw them writhe in death! I heard them groan!
That is a music never shall be poured

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Upon th' invader's ear from Indian lips!
We laugh amidst the tortures they inflict,
And sing our death song—while these sons o' th' sea,
(Cast by distemper'd ocean on our shores),
If chance the feather'd shaft, or missile bone,
Invade their blanch'd and delicate limbs, forget,
And shame, their manhood thus.

KALI.
Yet by their arts
Of fatal magic, that compel the cloud
To yield reluctant from its wreathing folds
The smouldering bolt—by their bright arms that flash
Forged lightnings, bickering, impious, to the sun,
And by their iron coats that mock our shafts,
They are invincible.

THELASCO.
Invincible!
No, Kali, no. Hast thou not seen the deep
With hideous swell, wave over wave, bear on,
As it would swallow, in its might, our shores?
And do not still our green and laughing shores

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Mock at its rage? E'en thus let us oppose
Resistance firm, unalterable—thus mock
Their glittering terrors, and their coward mail.

KALI.
Such reckless valour, what has it avail'd us?

THELASCO.
And dost thou call that valour reckless valour
Which saved thee, Kali, and thy trembling fellows,
When conquer'd by these idle fears ye fled,
Or fell unhurt? Eternal shame!—No more—
We loiter. I to Capana must report
How undisturb'd I and my band have roam'd
The unpeopled wastes, nor found a straggler more
Of this fell race, to thee so terrible! [Exeunt severally.


Amazilia and Laila come forward from among the woody scenery.
LAILA
(following AMAZILIA, who seems to avoid her).
All is prepared. The troops of damsels hymn
The song of sacrifice. Fair Amazilia,
Here is a wreath of flowers to deck thy brow:
Here is thy flowing veil: thou heed'st me not—
Thou dost not smile.

AMAZILIA.
Why should I smile, my Laila?

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This is a solemn sacrifice—a sad one.
Is not death sad?

LAILA.
When 'tis our foe that dies,
We Indians hold it is a joyous sight.

AMAZILIA.
“Our foe?”—Methinks this poor, ill-fated youth,
Has not the semblance of a foe to any.

LAILA.
Is he not of the band of fell destroyers?
Dost thou not hate him?

AMAZILIA.
Yes—I hope I hate him.

LAILA.
Why dies the word upon thy faltering lip?

AMAZILIA
(taking her hand affectionately).
Thou wast my friend. Am I still dear to thee?

LAILA.
Indeed, indeed, thou art! I never thought
But as thy nobler nature swayed my mind,
And am in all devoted to thy will.


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AMAZILIA.
A month has pass'd, and ever as this youth
Has been led forth to bleed before our gods,
Thou know'st Capana has been moved to pity;
And canst thou blame a woman's gentler nature,
If, touch'd with soft compassion, I relented?
I would not see him die.

LAILA.
The God of Vengeance
Demands his blood.

AMAZILIA
(with energy).
Oh! but the God of Mercy
Bids the poor captive live!

LAILA.
Alas! the Indians
Know not of such a God—and how shouldst thou?

AMAZILIA.
The captive Christian bade me serve him, Laila!

LAILA.
Thy words and gestures fill my soul with terror.
How couldst thou learn aught of the captive's worship?

AMAZILIA.
Each night, when all, within this happy valley,
Lay hush'd in sleep, compassion led my steps
To the young captive's cave; and near the entrance,
Unseen by him, I oft would chant the lays

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Our mothers teach, when death has claim'd our warriors,
To cheat the hideous phantom of his terrors.
But while I sang of nature's sweet repose,
Lapt in the bosom of the parent earth,
My heart disown'd the fraud—and form'd the wish
That he might live, whom thus I woo'd to die!
He too address'd me in such accents, Laila,
I could not choose but listen. His heav'n-taught words,
Awful yet sweet, waked in me a new soul.
In lowly ignorance, and abject fear,
Erewhile I trembled when the thunders roll'd;
And in each element a mighty power,
Angry and vengeful, sought t' appease. But now,
Oh now! a father's warning voice I hear
In solemn thunders!—see his gracious smile
In the sun's beams—his hand beneficent
In the earth's fruits—nor fear might infinite,
With goodness infinite!—Infinite mercy,
Wisdom, and love—as in Alphonso's God!

LAILA.
And did a God so bounteous send them forth
To ravage India?

AMAZILIA.
No:—he bade them spare.
More have I learnt, my Laila. These destroyers,
These cruel men who drench our land with blood,

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Have some among them who are like this youth;
But they are few, and o'erborne by the many.

LAILA.
Oft, Amazilia, have I mark'd of late
Thy alter'd mien, and the high views that fill'd
Thy labouring mind: still thou wert ever kind,
Nor didst disdain thy Laila's humble love.
Give me then all thy thoughts.

AMAZILIA.
They are all—all,
To save the youth! Dear Laila, come with me,
And we will pray Alphonso's God to aid us:
He will inspire my dark, untutor'd mind
In his own holy cause—the cause of mercy!

[Exeunt.
 

Speaking of the natives on the coast of those provinces known by the names of Paria and Cumana, Robertson says, “They seemed to possess a better understanding, and greater courage, than the inhabitants of the islands.” History of America, Book II.

“Even after the error which gave rise to this opinion (that the new world was part of India) was detected, and the true position of the new world was ascertained, the name has remained; and the appellation of West Indies is given by all the people of Europe to the country, and that of Indians to its inhabitants.”— Robcrtson's History of America, Book II.


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SCENE II.

A deep valley, inclosed by inaccessible mountains, filled with Indian huts, mixed with palm-trees, &c. In the front a rustic throne under a spreading palm, and an altar with an image rudely carved, representing the God of Vengeance.
Enter Capana (properly attended), in conversation with Thelasco.
CAPANA.
Believe me, brave Thelasco, 'tis not weakness.
Thou hast shared my counsels, and hast ever been
My partner in the fight. When hast thou known
Vain shapes, and idle phantoms, move my spirit?
Our very Gods have pleaded for this youth:
A boding voice has sounded in my heart;
Nay, strange portentous signs have stain'd the skies!
The guards that, nightly watching, skirt the valley,
Have heard melodious warblings round his cave,
Soothing his slumbers, and have trembled, awe-struck.
Whene'er I communed with him, he, methought,
Held all my troubled spirit in control.
If these destroyers are like him endow'd,
Alas! for India's sons!


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THELASCO.
Alas! for thee!
Alas! for India's sons, should he escape!
He would divulge the place of our retreat.

CAPANA
(sorrowfully).
I know it well: and therefore have decreed
The consummation of the sacrifice.

THELASCO.
That one of this fell race should move thee thus!

CAPANA.
He is a father's only son, he says:
I had no son, my friend, save young Houaco.
[Brushing away a tear.
What had I felt had he a captive stood
Before a Spaniard?

THELASCO.
Ha! had he found mercy?
Let double tortures rack this cozener!

[The procession for the sacrifice approaches, winding through the trees. Alphonso bound and guarded.
CAPANA.
They lead him on, but ere he sleep in death,
Thou too shalt hear him, and astonish'd, won,
To pity yielding, wilt revoke this wish.

[He makes signs that Alphonso should be brought before him, and ascends the throne.

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ALPHONSO.
Cacique! What would'st thou with me? I have pray'd
The God I worship not to visit on thee
My innocent blood: and almost am resigned
To quit this life, ere I have aught achieved
Of all the mighty purpose of my soul.

THELASCO.
Thy coward spirit shrinks from death, it seems;
We Indians welcome the repose he brings.

ALPHONSO.
It is the coward spirit, haughty Indian,
That welcomes soft repose. But, fearless, I
Would welcome dangers, toils, severest ills,
In glory's cause; and would not lay me down,
In all the pride, and strength of manhood, thus
Unhonour'd and unwept!

THELASCO.
What call'st thou “glory?”
Thousands of friendly Indians at thy feet
Butcher'd by fraud, who on their shores received
With songs and dances, and with garlands crown'd ye,
As welcome guests?

ALPHONSO.
I was a stripling then:
With horror marked the deed, and, in my heart,
Vow'd I would ever be the Indian's friend!
Nor have I stained this hand with Indian blood.

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Nay, oft my youthful pleadings have prevailed
With one, whose sterner temper own'd no check,
Save my poor prayers and tears.
[Checking himself; then with energy.
Yes, I would live!
I feel such impulses within my breast,
To mark my course by justice and by mercy,
That I would live! Yet would exulting meet
Death, linked with torture, if with glory linked!
But thus to fall!

CAPANA
(to THELASCO aside).
What wrong would'st thou avenge?
Say, what his crime?

THELASCO.
That he was born a Spaniard.
Was it not guilt enough in Spanish eyes,
That we were Indian born?

CAPANA.
Not so with him.
(To ALPHONSO with emotion).
Were I, in weak compassion to thy youth,
To give thee life!

ALPHONSO
(eagerly).
And liberty!

CAPANA.
Thy liberty
Were our destruction. Here thou must abide.


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ALPHONSO.
Death has no terrors now! Command the rites.

CAPANA.
Thou would'st reveal the place of our retreat.

ALPHONSO.
What wilt thou trust if not the grateful heart?

CAPANA.
Nay, not thy heart: I but mistrust thy youth.
In fellow feeling for a father's pain,
Who has no son but thee—I could relent—

ALPHONSO.
Not to my father must thou give my life!
Lead on—I will not practise on thy goodness.

CAPANA.
Not to thy father? 'Tis for him I feel!
I too have lost an only son, and would not
Another father should feel pangs like mine!

ALPHONSO.
Generous Capana! I will not deceive thee.
Know, should'st thou give me life and liberty,
It is Pedrarias' son thou bind'st to thee!

CAPANA
(with horror).
The fell Pedrarias!

THELASCO.
Ha! Pedrarias, say'st thou?
He who, insatiable of Indian blood,
Clapping his gory palms, cheer'd on his dogs

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To trace our weary steps, and piecemeal tear
Our quiv'ring flesh! Pedrarias! the destroyer!
Beneath whose murderous stroke our fathers fell;
Whose name our widows curse, and, but pronounced,
Serves as a bugbear to their orphan babes!
(To the attendants).
Invent new tortures for Pedrarias' son!

(The Indians rush forward with expressions of fury).
AMAZILIA
(breaking from the troop of damsels).
Hold! hold! forbear! Ye know not what ye do!
A God, far other than the God of Vengeance,
Speaks by my simple tongue, and will be heard!
Say, if revenge were sweet, as we are taught,
Have not nine victims bled upon this altar?
And who has yet seen good Capana smile?
What son regains the father he has lost?
What widow ceases to deplore her husband?
The victims bled, while we, with giddy songs,
Drown'd nature's voice! They bled—and all was o'er!
In our lone cabins, when retired to rest,
Say, were our sorrows soothed?
[All hang their heads mournfully.
I!—I will tell
How noble spirits seek a sweet revenge!
Give him a son who robb'd thee, chief, of thine,
And see the humbled tyrant at thy feet

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Owe all to him he injured, and confess
He learns of thee to serve the God he boasts!

CAPANA
(with great emotion).
Thy words, my Amazilia, reach my soul,
And shake its temper—
[Striking his breast.
Oh! I feel them here!

ALPHONSO
(aside).
That voice! whose every tone my heart-strings answer
With strong vibrations, sweet e'en to agony!
Those charms! nor seen, nor imaged, till this hour!

CAPANA
(after a conflict, descending from his throne).
Son of the man who desolates my country—
Whom pity never touch'd—son of Pedrarias—
I give thee life!—I give thee liberty!
[Alphonso throws himself at his feet.
Go to thy father. Say, an Indian chief,
Whose people he has swept from off the earth,
Whom he has doom'd to childless age, and sorrow,
Low at his feet saw fell Pedrarias' son!
Within his grasp each instrument of torture—
And raised him thus, and press'd him to his bosom!

[Raising and embracing him.
ALPHONSO.
Oh generous! generous! Thou—my more than father!

CAPANA.
Speak not Capana's name, nor e'er reveal

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The place of our retreat.
[Alphonso is kneeling to swear.
Nay, swear not, youth.
It is impossible thou should'st betray us.

ALPHONSO.
Oh thou so noble! Thou, who serv'st so well
The Christian's God! and thou! divinest maid!
My guardian angel! Oh! I cannot speak
My soul's wild tumult!—yes, the life ye give
Devoted to your weal! I here abjure
My country's cruel cause. Trust me, cacique,
Nor prayers nor threats shall wring thy secret from me.
A father's wrath were vain. But far, far otherwise
His grateful thoughts will prompt. This deed will wake
An Indian soul in great Pedrarias' breast;
And sure, if benefits can e'er atone
The wrongs ye've suffer'd, sure ye will be blest!
Oh that he could alike restore thy son,
And render joy for joy!

CAPANA.
Houaco fell
With thousands of my butcher'd people, youth.
Wake not the thought, while thus a something new,
Awful, exalted, soothes my heart's long sorrow!
'Tis not a father's wrath will shake thy soul.
Thou know'st him not. Beware his thanks! his blessings!

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Oh! let not these betray thy simple heart
To break thy promise!—no, not if he swore
To place me on the throne of all these realms,
Himself my subject, and his arm my stay.
Name not Capana, nor his place of rest;
Not e'en to Indians, now the invader's slaves!
I and my friends ask but to be forgotten.
And should thy guileless youth, o'ermatch'd by fraud,
And semblance fair, aught falter, look on this!
[Taking an ornament from his own neck, and hanging it on Alphonso's.
Think of Capana, and be firm again.

ALPHONSO.
Dear, honour'd pledge! that never but with life
Shalt quit this bosom!
[After gazing on it, and pressing it to his bosom.
Visions of glorious deeds!
Bright hopes that float confus'dly in my brain!
Yes, I was born the instrument of mercy!
My father now shall hail you men, and brothers;
Shall sheathe the sword, and ye shall come anon,
Won by the fame of his good deeds, shall come—

CAPANA.
Alas! thou dreamest, poor ingenuous youth!
Depart!—My people shall conduct thy steps
Among the yawning gulfs, and rocks stupendous

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That gird this valley, shutting out each eye,
Save that of the all-searching, sacred sun.

ALPHONSO.
Yet ere I part, Cacique, oh! let me breathe
A prayer for her, that unknown, heavenly maid,
Who calls me to a new—a dearer life!

[As he kneels and takes her hand.
AMAZILIA.
Away—away, youth!—See, Thelasco frowns.
Oh fly!—farewell!—Yet if e'er aught of sorrow
Visit thee, in that hour think of the maid
Who soothed, erewhile, thy anguish; and who still,
Oh! still would fain—yet never must again
Or see—or hear thee-youth.
[Appears overcome, and then with sudden transport.
But thou wilt live!
'Twas all I ask'd!

ALPHONSO.
This life, thy gift, were vain,
My guardian angel! vain were deeds of worth
Not by thy smile approved!—and saidst thou never?
That word of dreadful import—Oh! recall it,
For till this hour, thou matchless excellence!—

THELASCO.
Why linger's thou? Art thou not free?—Away!

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And may each torture, vengeance can devise,
Rack thy false soul if thou break faith with us!

[Exit Alphonso on one side, escorted by a troop of Indians; Capana and Thelasco on the other. Amazilia and Laila remain.
AMAZILIA
(after gazing till ALPHONSO is out of sight).
And is he gone? for ever gone, my Laila?
And must I in this valley still remain,
To breathe, to move, to sleep?—If haply sleep,
Calm death-like sleep, will close my aching eyes,
Wearied with watching through the live-long day
Yon towering heights, upheaved by hate and envy.
[Alphonso and his troop seen at a distance among the heights; when he disappears, she stretches her arms towards the heights.
Ha! have ye shut him from my view for ever?
Arm, arm your terrible brows with darker terrors,
If ye would awe my soul, or bar the way
To my fond wishes.

LAILA.
Said'st thou thy fond wishes?
My Amazilia, wert thou not betrothed
To brave Houaco?

AMAZILIA.
I have wept Houaco,
In battle slain.


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LAILA.
And shall another fill
The heart where brave Houaco wont to reign?

AMAZILIA.
What have the dead to do with this sad heart?
I held Houaco dear from earliest years,
For that he would prevent my childish wishes,
And still was blest if Amazilia smiled.
It was a thing of habit, as we prize
Whate'er may to our pleasure minister.
It did not fill the heart, but I was tranquil,
And nothing knew of these high hopes, these thoughts
Aspiring, restless, wild, tumultuous,
That make our pent up vale, our abject life,
Our brutish ignorance, and slothful ease,
So irksome to my soul.

LAILA.
Oh, Amazilia!
'Tis a distemper'd fancy thus misleads thee.
Are we not taught that disembodied spirits,
In sweet perpetual change of song and dance,
Float joyous; or in flowery meads recline,
Now slumbering, or now waking to light labours
That make repose more grateful?—Say, my friend,
Live we not even so? and is this irksome?


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AMAZILIA.
Yes, to a mind that would aspire so high
As fellowship of thought with him—that would
With him share toil and danger!—Yes, to one
Who would with him enlighten,—bless a people,—
And, dying, leave a name that might not perish!
Come with me to our cabin—thou shalt learn
All that thy friend would wish, would hope, would dare.

[Exeunt.

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ACT II.

SCENE I.

The Governor's Palace at Panama.
Pedrarias and his Court at a grand feast, Alphonso by his father's side. Shouts are heard as from the people rejoicing around the palace. The guests rise with goblets in their hands to welcome Alphonso.
PEDRARIAS.
Thanks, thanks, my friends and fellows in renown!
That ye who shared my dangers and my toils,
Should, with such heartfelt brotherhood, partake
My private joy, to me is doubly grateful:
Our infant state on these fair-conquer'd shores
Thrives but by brotherhood thus firmly knit.
What yet remains were as a healthful pastime
To banish sluggish ease. 'Tis but to sweep,
From these our fruitful plains, the native hordes
That still infest them.—What says my Alphonso?

ALPHONSO
(shudders, and starts from his reverie).
My honour'd father! in this o'ercharged breast
A thousand feelings strive for mastery.

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I would control my wayward thoughts, and worthily
Express my thanks to these our noble friends.

[He rises, and bows with a goblet in his hand.
LOPEZ.
The holiday thy glad return has made
In Panama, were idle revelry,
Unworthy of its cause, if mark'd alone
By clamorous shouts. A nobler game, Alphonso,
Should seal our joys with blood!

PEDRARIAS.
It is well said!
[The shouts without are repeated.
Don Gusman, bear our oft repeated thanks
Once more to the glad throng without, I pray;
Go thou and give them fair dismissal.—Now
[Rising.
In this last cup, my friends, I pledge you all.
[All rise and drink.
'Twere tedious to repeat my grateful thoughts.
The evening closes fast; and, ere I rest,
The cares of state demand a thoughtful hour.
[They begin to move off with ceremony, Pedrarias comes forward.
Conduct Don Lopez to the gate, my son.
[Exeunt Alphonso and Lopez.
No longer shall your boiling spirits chafe
Within these walls, my friends. The means are mine

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To trace the savage hordes to their last refuge.
Visions of conquest on your slumbers wait!
My valiant Gomez, Carlos, and Alvarez;
And you—and you—my brave companions all!
Pass without compliment.—Sweet rest attend you!

[Exeunt with proper ceremony. Pedrarias remains in deep thought. Gusman returns.
GUSMAN.
Methinks, my lord, while with such general joy
All Panama has welcomed Don Alphonso,
Some secret care has prey'd upon your mind,
Checking the tide of a fond father's gladness.

PEDRARIAS.
True, Gusman, true; greatness has heavy cares.
Those savages, who rather than submit
To slavery, would sullen die despairing—
Say, have they suffer'd torture?

GUSMAN.
No, my lord.
Pardon that still the rebel natives live.
Tortures avail'd us nothing.—We desisited.

PEDRARIAS.
Perdition! shall they live who brave my power?
Why am I not obey'd?

GUSMAN.
If vanquish'd foes

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We daily slaughter thus, where shall we find
The slaves required to dig the precious ore?

PEDRARIAS.
Ye have been slack. New tortures shall compel
These slothful slaves to ply their sun-bask'd limbs
For conquerors.—Let them be rack'd—Away!

GUSMAN.
My lord, 'tis useless now. Zamori's voice,
Their fellow slave, Zamori's, has prevail'd.

PEDRARIAS.
Zamori, say'st thou?

GUSMAN.
Yes, with earnest prayer,
He sued to parley with his countrymen,
Unheard by me.

PEDRARIAS.
Thou didst not sure consent?

GUSMAN.
I did, my lord. But was not distant far,
And something caught of what Zamori urged.
He spoke of patience—of some distant hope—
A hope full sweet—some good inestimable,
However dearly purchased. There I lost
His farther speech among the mingling sounds.
Their stubborn spirits on the instant yielded:
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First snatch'd a mattock, and with lusty stroke
Open'd the soil. All follow'd eagerly,
With bleeding wounds inflicted by the lash,
Or limbs disjointed by the rack.—'Twas piteous!

PEDRARIAS.
Gusman, thou wert of my all-conquering band.
I little thought to see thee heave the sigh
For these dull clods of earth.—Thou mov'st my scorn.
[He paces the stage, ruminating.
And would Zamori move his brutish fellows
To serve their master? What might be his motive?
Proud, uncomplaining, melancholy, stern,
I oft have mark'd this Indian's lofty mien;
And (for his carriage still rebuked my spirit)
I added e'en indignity to torture.
As rocks that from the daily whelming tide
Rear the unalter'd brow, he bore himself!
It was his firmness taught them to resist,
And is it he who schools them now to yield?

GUSMAN.
My lord, released of late from servile chains,
Nearer your person he has been advanced.
This gentler treatment in a noble nature—

PEDRARIAS.
'Twas but the nearer to observe his bearing.
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That should awake suspicion. Much he may,
Swaying the minds of all his fellows thus.

GUSMAN.
Indeed, my lord, the slave has well deserved.
He will be faithful.

PEDRARIAS.
Faithful he shall be!
My eye is on him.—But far other cares
Engross my mind.—Hast thou observed Alphonso?
Can a few weeks have changed his very nature?
Musing he sits, and frowns as fancy works,
Or if I question him, he speaks as though
Each word involved some mighty consequence.

GUSMAN.
Perchance the thought of those who shared his sports,
And perish'd 'mong the desert wilds, may still
Hang heavy on his heart, and cloud his brow.

PEDRARIAS.
I know not what to think, nor what to fear.
—But thou retire, my friend, and charge Zamori
To seek my son, Alphonso, ere he rest,
And say I wait his coming in my chamber.
His father there would give the rein to nature,
And breathe a blessing on his son restored.

[Exeunt severally.

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SCENE II.

The Governor's Ante-chamber.
Alphonso and Houaco enter in conversation.
ALPHONSO.
Thee, most of all, Zamori, save my father,
I joy to see again. Yet thou alone
Hast not once deign'd to smile on my return.

HOUACO.
Joy is a stranger to Zamori's breast!

[Retiring slowly, and fixing his eyes on Alphonso, who looks kindly after him, then advances towards his father, who comes from an inner apartment.
PEDRARIAS.
My son! my loved Alphonso! shall I own
That I am almost weary of these loud
Tumultuous rejoicings? though for thee,
And thy return glad Panama thus maddens.
Nay, thou art weary too, and spiritless.

ALPHONSO.
The joy to see my father and my friends
Has something of a tender, serious cast,

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That rather might to silent tears incline
Than these wild revellings.

PEDRARIAS.
Were tenderness
The character of my Alphonso's joy,
He were not thus dark, guarded, hesitating,
Whene'er a father's fondness prompts th' inquiry
Of all that has befallen.

ALPHONSO.
I will tell all
That may import a father. How the chase
Of the swift lama, and the fiercer bison,
Led on thy thoughtless son, and his young band,
The partners of his sports, through trackless woods,
O'er mountains, rocks, and wilds, till, lost their course,
O'erspent with toil, dispersed, a prey to famine—
The natives of those unknown deserts found,
Surrounded, seized, and bound thy son.

PEDRARIAS.
Bound thee!
Pedrarias' son bound by these savages!
Ha! they shall dearly rue—

ALPHONSO.
Nay, shall they rue
The noble pity lavish'd upon one
Of the fell race—

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(Aside, checking himself.)
But silence, my rash tongue!
(Aloud.)
Their generous leader knew thy son, and loosed him!
He raised, embraced me, bade me say from him—
[Again checking himself.
His looks strike terror!—The good Indian's words
Would but embitter whom they might not move
To emulate his gentle deeds.

PEDRARIAS.
E'en now
Mark how your speech is broken—how you start,
And shift, as 'twere some guilty thought appall'd you.
Their chief?—say, was he a Cacique? (Aside.

Could he,
The bold, the patient, persevering savage,
Capana?—Would the fierce Thelasco do it?
No, no. It must be one who knows my power,
And thus would win my favour; but not one
Who has so felt that power who would release him.
(Aloud.)
Where lurks the savage chieftain with his horde?
Whence com'st thou?

ALPHONSO.
From among a generous race!
Nature's free children! By her special love
Guarded from ill! Blest in their simpleness,
To avarice they hold no fatal lure!

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Rich but in worth! Oh, sacred be their peace!
[With joy and tenderness.
Thou didst lament a son, and he is here!
Is't not enough thy once loved son restored?

[Throwing himself on his bosom.
PEDRARIAS
(putting him from him coldly).
'Tis not enough, if thus my son return
Alter'd, estranged,—haply with savages
Leagued to betray—

ALPHONSO.
Oh, check thy cruel speech;
Or if thou canst suspect my loyalty,
Treat me as one attainted; fasten fetters
On thy son's guiltless limbs, within a dungeon
Cast him, and prefer thy accusation.
What is my crime, my father?

PEDRARIAS.
Disobedience
To the vicegerent of thy king, young man,
And to thy father.

ALPHONSO.
Load me then with chains—
Proclaim me traitor—send me thus to Spain:
Were it not better to be falsely branded,
Than in my secret bosom feel the sting
He needs must feel who can indeed betray?


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PEDRARIAS.
Ungracious boy! and is it thus I find thee?
What tortures shall my just revenge devise
For him who robs me of my son?—The savage!

ALPHONSO.
Is he the savage who feels others' woes?
Who breaks the captive's bonds, and bids him live?
Is he the savage who forgives his foe,
And renders good for ill?—Pardon, methinks
He is the Christian!

PEDRARIAS
(confounded).
(Aside).
I have gone too far—
I will try gentler means. (Aloud.)

A Christian, say'st thou?
And has thy friend embraced our holy faith?

ALPHONSO.
The Christian's deeds are his.

PEDRARIAS.
Then as a brother
I'll fold the generous Christian to my bosom!
I was too warm, my child; my spirit brook'd not
A heathen should have held my son in bondage,
Nor own'd the debt of gratitude to one
Bending at idols' shrines, with rites abhorr'd.

ALPHONSO.
Pardon, my father, if I have offended.

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Oh! now I feel I am thy son again,
For now thou look'st on thy Alphonso kindly,
As in those days of childish happiness,
When, from the heavy cares of state retired,
Thou would'st assume the boy, and share his sports.

PEDRARIAS.
Oh yes; and I would thank the Indian chief
That he restores my boy, as in those days,
Simple, ingenuous, obedient, duteous!

ALPHONSO
(earnestly).
And art thou grateful to the gentle Indian?
And would'st thou prove it?

PEDRARIAS
(with impatience).
Yes, I would—I would.

ALPHONSO
(taking his hand affectionately).
He and his friends ask but to be forgotten.

PEDRARIAS.
Nay, nay; thou would'st not that my miser heart,
Thankless and cold, should hoard its selfish joy.
Come, boy, come, guide me to the Indian Christian,
And let me lock him in a friend's embrace;
The debt were painful should I nought dispense
Of good, for all the mighty good received.

ALPHONSO.
And what canst thou dispense to one above
The idle wants of pride? A little maize

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Feasts him, the dimpling brook allays his thirst;
The palm-tree bowers his bed of reeds, and forms
His canopy of state; the bank beneath,
Gorgeous in nature's 'broidery, his throne;
His empire, in a people's love, is vast:
The God he serves—with rites however rude—
A God of Mercy, and how truly serves,
Thou know'st.

PEDRARIAS
(impatient).
'Tis well—yet nam'st thou not thy friend,—
Thy Christian friend,—nor tell'st me his abode.

ALPHONSO.
I cannot. I beseech you, urge it not.

PEDRARIAS
(resuming his anger).
By thy allegiance, I command thee tell me.

ALPHONSO
(with firmness).
I owe my king th' allegiance of a subject:
My services are his—my sword—my life!
But there's a secret rectitude within,
Stamp of the soul free-born, that will not own
Control from aught of earth; nor can a king
Command me that I act the villain's part.

PEDRARIAS.
Ha! dost thou brave me thus in every way?
Leagued with the rebel natives to defy
My delegated power! with impious foot

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Trampling on nature's first, most sacred tie
Of filial duty!
[Paces the stage in great agitation.
Yes—how I have loved thee
Thou know'st, ungrateful boy!—but I—I, too,
Alphonso, can be firm. If, on the moment,
Thou answer not to all I shall demand,
I banish thee for ever from my sight,
Doom thee to wander, with a father's curse,
Among the savages thou hast preferr'd
To him who gave thee being.

ALPHONSO.
Oh, forbear!
Reverse the dreadful sentence thou hast pass'd,
Or take my worthless life.

PEDRARIAS.
Nor fancy thou
I cannot hunt the natives down, and sweep them
From earth, if thou assist not. Would'st attempt
To shield the pensile warbler from the swoop
Of the huge condor that has mark'd his prey?
Thou know'st what I can do when simply led,
Like other men, by thirst of fair renown,
But hast not mark'd Pedrarias' dread career
When urged by sense of wrong—by strong revenge!
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It might have pleaded for the man who spared thee.
Look to it now.—Thou—thou would'st have it so.
'T will soon be proved who is most powerful,
Or thou to save—or I to crush a foe.

[Going.
ALPHONSO
(clinging to him).
Oh stay! my father, stay!—Behold my breast—
Yes, let my blood atone his fault who spared it,
And thus made gratitude a crime.

PEDRARIAS.
Away!
Thou know'st how best to prove thy gratitude:
It rests with thee to save thy friend.

ALPHONSO.
Then hear me.
But first—Oh, swear thou never wilt molest
His peace, nor seek his place of refuge—Swear—
[Aside, perceiving Capana's token.
What am I doing?—Come, thou sacred pledge,
Rouse, in this trying hour, my sinking courage!
[Aloud, with resignation and firmness.
I am resolved, and bow me to my fate!
Farewell, my father!

PEDRARIAS.
Then my curse be on thee!
Fly an offended father's presence, rebel!
Hide thee in caverns, far from haunt of man,

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Or, in dread loneliness, bleak deserts roam,
Where hope is dead, where pity may not find thee,
Where sound of life is none, nor answering echo
Gives back thy groan in horrid fellowship!
Thy father's heart for ever casts thee off!

ALPHONSO.
Guiltless I go.—But when destruction follows,
As sure it will, e'en thou, though late, may'st prove
A father's anger cannot last for ever.

[Exit.
PEDRARIAS.
Away! nor think to lull my just resentment.
Foil'd in the object of my glorious labours—
Braved by my child—Told by a beardless boy
The brutish savage was the better Christian!—
Yes, he shall drain repentance' bitter cup
E'en to the dregs!—Away, parental weakness!
I will know where the native hordes are hived.
Ten years of bloodshed and of toil are lost,
If in their fastnesses secure they breed,
And swarm forth on us.—But the means—
(Calls off the stage).
Hoa, Gusman!

Enter Gusman.
GUSMAN.
My gracious lord, what has befallen? Alphonso
In strange disorder—


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PEDRARIAS.
From my presence banish'd,
Name not the traitor.

GUSMAN.
Has he not declared
Where rally from defeat the natives?

PEDRARIAS.
No;
With obstinate defiance he persisted,
Nor would betray his friend, the gentle Indian,
The Christian, as it seems.—Ha, baffled thus!
I have it, Gusman—His pretended faith
Shall prove their bane.—Banish'd, he sure will seek
His Indian friends—My spies are skill'd—

GUSMAN.
Yet think,
My lord; each danger, he so late has 'scaped,
Besets Alphonso in his pathless way,
And doubly foil'd if aught of ill befall.

PEDRARIAS.
Ha! doubly foil'd?—'tis true.—But how secure
From peril—and yet free his will perverse
To follow, unsuspecting of the snare?—

GUSMAN.
The slave Zamori; you have proved him faithful;
He has done you service since his chains were lighten'd.


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PEDRARIAS.
Yes, as the native tames the baneful snake,
And bids him wind in glossy folds, around
His limbs, innocuous, extracting first
The tooth beneath whose fang the poison lurks—
So to my service the proud slave's subdued.

GUSMAN.
And more; your son affects him, for that once
From death Zamori rescued him, unconscious;
He may again avert impending ill—

PEDRARIAS.
And guide his steps; for, led by nature's self,
The slave will find, instinctive, their retreat.
His very love will give them to my vengeance!
Thanks—thanks, my friend! I hold Zamori's faith,
For well he knows that thousands of his fellows
Will bleed if he but swerve. 'Twill do—'twill do.
Go, bear my will to my disloyal son;
With hopes of future favour win Zamori—
Nay, I, myself, will school him to my purpose.
And, mark me—seek thou Perez—send him hither.
To-morrow's sun shall find my plans matured
For future conquest, and for future glory.

[Exeunt severally.

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SCENE III.

A Court of the Palace.
A distant View of the Bay—Evening; the Moon rising.
Houaco enters slowly from one side.
HOUACO.
His wond'rous tale has roused each recollection
That bids me live, while it makes life so bitter.
Oh, my poor countrymen! and ye, dear objects
Of my sad, secret thoughts!—No, nothing—nothing,—
Can ever slacken memory's strong hold!
[Alphonso enters from the other side, with folded arms, and lost in thought.
Alone! I will accost him.—Don Alphonso!

ALPHONSO
(starting from his reverie).
Approach, Zamori, for thou art an Indian.
Haply the sight of thee may soothe my soul!
I am o'erwhelm'd by a stern father's curse
For keeping faith with men like thee, Zamori.

HOUACO.
By men like me faith given ne'er was broken.


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ALPHONSO.
My faith was given to one so great!—so noble!
To one, whose spirit seems an emanation
From him whom darkling he adores unknown!
Yes, given to one, whose gentle sway of love
Is stamp'd by Mercy, and upheld by Justice!

HOUACO.
Yet Justice upon Mercy's bosom slept
When the wrong'd Indian held Pedrarias' son,
And loosed his bonds! (With suspicion).

If so indeed it were?

ALPHONSO.
Oh! that I might disburthen my full heart
In any human breast!—I would choose thine.
Ere I departed from my father's court,
Thou know'st I woo'd thy friendship, though in vain.

HOUACO.
I am a slave—the slave can never be
The freeman's friend.

ALPHONSO.
Not so. Can twisted bands,
Or fire-wrought iron, though they bind the limbs,
Subdue the free-born spirit?—Thou art noble.
I would no other friend.

HOUACO.
I am a native

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Of this fair land, that reeks beneath my foot
With the dear blood of those I wont to love,
Shed by thy father's unrelenting hand!
And shall my soul communion hold with thine?

ALPHONSO.
Thou didst, with friendship's own unshrinking hand,
Unwreathe the hooded snake that round my neck
Had wound him in my sleep!

HOUACO.
'Tis true, I did.
But first it chanced, when, as unskill'd, I strain'd
The servile oar, with muscles all unused
To the strait tension, and the rapid current
Of Oronoko seem'd to mock my toil,
Thy father bade his creatures urge with stripes
My fainting strength—
(Aside, mastering himself).
Be still—be still, my soul!
Thou took'st my place, as 'twere in youthful sport,
And lustily didst buffet with the stream,
While on the oar, amid thy playful speech,
Fell pity's tear!

ALPHONSO.
Then why refuse, Zamori,
The fellowship I court?—'tis nature's self
Draws kindred spirits, and Pedrarias' son
Is dear to one like thee—a noble Indian!

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[Takes Capana's token from his bosom, and gazes on it.
Thou sacred pledge!

HOUACO.
That pledge! or do I dream?
That sacred pledge!
[Seizing Alphonso roughly.
Speak—speak, Alphonso, speak!
Or I will tear the secret from thy soul!—
Did he who gave thee liberty, give that?

ALPHONSO
(putting him away haughtily).
Must thou, too, question with imperious tone?
I have withstood a father's sacred claim!
(Aside.)
“Breathe not the sounds even in an Indian's ear,”
He said.—I must mislead his eagerness.
(Aloud.)
I found the bauble!

HOUACO
(with trembling anxiety).
And a mangled corse
Beside it! or, haply, scatter'd bones, that bleach'd
In the rude blast!—Oh! on my knees, I beg,
Tell me the fatal spot, that I may gather
Each honour'd relic to my broken heart!

ALPHONSO
(kindly).
Pardon, Zamori, that I may not tell
By what dear right this valued pledge is mine.

HOUACO
(shuddering with horror).
Ha! thou hast slain him, and dost bear his spoils!


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ALPHONSO
(with delight).
No, no.—He lives! he lives, who gave me this.
But wherefore dost thou strain thy eyeballs thus,
With short convulsive heavings?—Who art thou?

HOUACO
(recollecting himself).
I am thy father's slave.

ALPHONSO.
But ere these chains,
(My heart prophetic throbs) who wert thou?—say!

HOUACO.
This bosom holds its secret too.

ALPHONSO.
Oh, no!
It holds no secret mine does not partake!
Nature's strong impulse bids me clasp thy hand,
And all thee—brave Houaco!

HOUACO
(in ecstacy).
Yes, 'twas he!
'Twas he himself who spared thy life!

ALPHONSO.
Thy father,
Capana, gave me life and liberty,
Thou brother of my love! and gave me this.
[They embrace.
He bade me not reveal to living being
The place of his retreat. His son, he thought,
Was number'd with the dead.


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HOUACO.
And so he is!
The slave Zamori lives.

ALPHONSO.
Capana's son
Thou art, and shalt be!—Yes, I fly to claim
The free enlargement of Capana's son!

HOUACO.
Oh stay, rash youth!

ALPHONSO.
Alas! the sudden joy
Had blotted from my thought all former ill;
My vow—my cruel father's anger—all!
By gratitude debarr'd from grateful deeds,
Oh, am I not, Houaco, most accursed?
To know my benefactor wastes his days
In sorrow, and thus,—thus to hold the means
Of full requital!—hold his happiness
As 'twere within my grasp, nor dare dispense it!

HOUACO.
Young man, misfortune has not school'd thy spirit,
Unmoved, to suffer; to the present senseless,
Thy very being forward borne, with purpose
Intense, deep fix'd, till years bring on the hour
Of retribution, great as was the wrong.

ALPHONSO.
Rear'd in gay luxury, my friend, my youth

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Sought but the pleasures of the passing day;
But when I mark'd thy calm, disdainful, brow
Smiling in tortures, felt how great the conquer'd!—
The conquerors how little!—then my mind
Aspired to emulate the man I honour'd.
That man the son of him who set me free—
To free him be henceforth my soul's strong purpose!
By heaven, it cannot be, that he, the father
Who to my infant prayer would yield with smiles,
Should now relentless—

HOUACO.
If he could relent,
Capana must not look on these gall'd wrists:
He has wept me, dead—he must not find new tears
To weep his son enslaved!

ALPHONSO
(eagerly).
A slave no longer!
For thou with me from Panama shalt fly,
Escaped from chains—

HOUACO.
Might I escape, I would not.
The tyrant's vengeance would with tenfold fury
Fall on my fellow-captives!—No, I would not;
For while I stand between Pedrarias' rigour
And the poor suffering few his rage has spared,
Methinks it is a last sad duty, owed
By lost Houaco to his father's people!


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ALPHONSO.
Thou noble spirit!—Then 'tis mine alone
To seek Capana, and with him concert
To break thy bondage. Thou, meantime, my friend,
Wear this, it will recall his honour'd image.

[Giving him Capana's token.
HOUACO.
No, wear it thou! for no remembrancer
Houaco needs of his poor wandering father,
His butcher'd people, and his wasted country!

Enter Gusman.
GUSMAN.
I have sought thee, Don Alphonso, through the palace,
The bearer of thy father's will.
[Houaco retiring.
Nay, stay,
Zamori! thy good services are graced:
'Tis thine to follow on Alphonso's fortunes.
Yet one night more within these walls ye rest:
Ere dawn, together—

ALPHONSO.
Together, Gusman! Thanks,
My gracious father! e'en in anger kind!
(To Houaco).
The heavens thou see'st on holy friendship smile!
Come then, thou brother of my heart! The heights
Upheaved before us frown in untamed grandeur,

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Our ample heritage! th' o'erarching skies
Our mutual roof! for bolts and bars, our faith!
Then not in lonely deserts shall we roam;
For, with a friend, the wilderness is peopled!
Nor in throng'd cities, nor in soul-less courts,
Is known the full communion of free thought
Man finds with man in native liberty!

[Exeunt.

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ACT III.

SCENE I.

Wild Mountain Scenery. A Palm-tree in the Foreground, with Fruits placed beneath it.
Alphonso, Houaco.
HOUACO.
Oh should Pedrarias trace our steps, my friend!
The very thought strikes with a death-like chill
Through all my frame, killing each thought of joy!
Thy father's looks and words when he dismiss'd me,
Guarded—mysterious! No, 'twas not blind rage
That banish'd a loved son, so lately found!

ALPHONSO.
Thy boding mind too idly shapes vain terrors.
Have we not, wandering thus, pursued a course
Most intricate? It were impossible!
Ravaged by conquest, the unpeopled plains
Are silent! Though dark-brow'd, these rocks are friendly:
Nor hostile e'en the beasts of prey, shunning
Our aspect strange with disregard, not fear.
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Of nature, still inviolate by man.
Then think, these heights o'erpass'd, how will thy heart
Bound at the sight of the green vale!—thy father!
And her thou lov'st—thy Amazilia! there—
(Aside)
Yes, I will speak her name without emotion.
She is my friend's! Away the impious thought
That would repine!

HOUACO.
Hast thou e'er lov'd, Alphonso?
Oh no! or thou hadst known love's doubts—love's fears—
That war with joy, unwonted inmate here!
And then to meet my Amazilia's eye,
Ere noble deeds efface the blasting traces
Deep stamp'd by slavery!—this is bitterness!

ALPHONSO.
Be cheer'd, and from thy fancy drive these thoughts,
For much they wrong thy gentle Amazilia.

HOUACO.
Thanks—I will strive to think so. Now resume we
Our search for the deep-rifted rock which gives
Admittance to the valley. Friend, we hold,
That on these awful heights, Illapa stores
His vengeful thunders. The stern God himself
Rent the eternal barrier to admit
A fugitive cacique!


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ALPHONSO.
'Tis strange, Houaco,
We should have sought in vain the deep ravine
Since early dawn, and now the sun is high.
Methought I noted each o'erhanging cliff,
And yawning gulf, as forth your people led me.

HOUACO.
'T were best despatch that thou the eastern ridge,
And I the western, traverse.

ALPHONSO.
'Tis well thought.
Here part we then awhile—and here ere noon
Meet we again. Beneath this palm, the fruits
Thou, provident, hast gather'd as we journey'd,
Shall furnish forth our banquet.

HOUACO
(going).
Warily
Observe thy course.

ALPHONSO.
And do thou call, my friend,
From time to time, that we may not be sunder'd. [Exeunt severally.
Enter Amazilia and Laila.


AMAZILIA.
Oh, Laila! I must lay me down and die,

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Such weariness and faintness overcome me:
My trembling limbs refuse to bear their burthen.

LAILA.
Why didst thou press our little store on me,
Refusing still to share it? Why preserve
Thy Laila, if to live bereft of thee?
Alas! our happy vale! Why, Amazilia,
Could'st thou no longer taste our blameless life?

AMAZILIA.
Go ask the bird, why from his wicker prison,
Where unsought plenty courts him ere he hunger,
He seeks to escape.

LAILA.
A prison? Amazilia.

AMAZILIA.
Oh, 'twas a narrow prison to my mind!
My thoughts would range, as the young Christian led,
Beyond the bounds of timid ignorance.

LAILA.
And dost thou call it ignorance to enjoy
The season's gifts in peace and innocence,
Secure from the fierce storms that wreck'd our country?
How lovely Nature in her gentler mood!
It is her pearly dew, her noiseless shower,
That rear the maize, that swell the cocoa's nut,
Which with untoil'd and careless hand we crop.


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AMAZILIA.
Dull, vacant ease—insipid sameness—Laila!
That wake not glowing thoughts, nor wing the soul
To soar above the brute creation round us.
The hurricane, majestic in its terrors,
Resistless sweeps our orange groves away,
And marks its awful course by desolation;
Yet roused, as we contemplate power so vast,
We bend before the spirit of the storm
In worship, we forget to pay, when nature
Serenely smiles around. But I would rest.

LAILA.
Beneath this tree the bank is clothed with moss:
Here find repose, while I, among the thickets,
Search for cool berries, or a gushing spring:
Ere long I will return. See! rest thy head
Against the shaded trunk: now, art thou well?
Kind slumbers visit thee! I will not tarry.

[Exit.
AMAZILIA
(alone).
Alas! I cannot rest. My fever'd brain!
Oh that my Laila may but find a spring!
To lave my burning hands were some relief.
I am not well here. Yonder palm, methinks,
Affords more ample shade.
[She removes to the palm.
What see I here?
Bananas, yams, and juicy gourds!—Ho, Laila!

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Whence comes this boon? Ah! I bethink me now,
Alphonso said, the God of Mercy watched
O'er all his creatures! not a sparrow fell
Without his bidding!
[Kneeling.
Oh! Alphonso's God!
Accept my thanks!

Enter Alphonso.
ALPHONSO.
I heard a soft complaining—
This way the sound! Eternal Providence!
What angel form before me kneels? 'tis she!

AMAZILIA
(starting up).
Is it an airy vision?—or art thou
The god, whose hand beneficent has placed
These fruits before me, lest I sink in death?

[She staggers towards him, and sinks into his arms.
ALPHONSO.
Help, heaven! My Amazilia's passing soul
Flutters on her pale lip!—So fair! so sacred!
Perforce these guilty arms—
[She half recovers, and gazes on him.
She breathes! she lives!
Why dost thou gaze so wildly? 'tis Alphonso!

AMAZILIA
(wildly).
It cannot be that thou of kindred earth

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Wast framed! Thou hast the power to save from death!
Thou hast watched o'er me! Thou, unseen, hast led
My steps o'er yon proud heights that barr'd my way!
Thy air—thy voice—all—all! betray thy nature!

ALPHONSO.
Oh be more calm! These wand'ring thoughts affright me.

AMAZILIA
(more wildly).
Thou art the spirit that wings the middle air
In gentle breezes; with assuasive hand
Turning aside Illapa's angry bolt,
That it may rive the haughty mountain's crest,
And spare the lowly vale!

ALPHONSO.
When last I saw thee,
Thou hadst abjured these idols, false, and vain,
Offspring of fear and ignorance!

AMAZILIA
(more impassioned).
Then, sure,
Thou art the hope, the love, the gentle pity
Thou told'st me of, embodied in a form
Not of earth's mould! Thus kneeling—

[As she is about to kneel he raises her.
ALPHONSO.
Rise! oh rise!
I shudder at thy error, Amazilia.

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Am I not he whose life thy goodness saved?
Should I not rather kneel to thee?—and yet
Thou see'st I bend not! Said'st thou not thyself,
When pleading for me to the good cacique,
That by thy lips the God of Mercy spoke?
And might not he, by my unconscious hand,
Before thee place these fruits? Human am I,
And frail. Too well I feel it!
(aside).
But say—Why
To these rude wilds, and to their ruder tenants,
(If such there be), thy virtue all unguarded,
And high estate, thou—inconsiderate!—
Commit'st thy charms?

AMAZILIA.
And have I, then, done ill?

ALPHONSO.
That were not possible! but—thy companions?

AMAZILIA.
I left the valley with no friend save Laila.

ALPHONSO.
Oh heaven! and wherefore didst thou so? rash maid!

AMAZILIA.
It was grown hateful, youth. Within my breast
Something still whisper'd, if I could escape,
I should once more—I pray you, pardon me!

ALPHONSO.
Dear Amazilia!—what is thy offence?


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AMAZILIA.
Said'st thou not “dear?” Oh then thou wilt forgive!

ALPHONSO.
What is this mystery? I pray thee speak!
Can Amazilia e'er offend Alphonso?
Did she not soothe his sufferings? save his life?
Oh prove the gratitude too big for utterance!

AMAZILIA.
And wilt thou grant whatever I may ask?

ALPHONSO.
I will! for Amazilia cannot ask
What purest angels would not smiling grant!

[She throws herself at his feet with the wildest enthusiasm.
AMAZILIA.
Then at thy feet I humbly ask this boon—
That I may follow thee through toil, through danger,
In winter's storms, beneath the burning skies,
In sickness tend thee—when thou sorrowest, weep;
Lull thee when weary, o'er thy slumber watch,
Wait on thy every look—from thy lips learn
Of heavenly wisdom, goodness infinite;
And soar in thought as much above the sphere
That once was mine, as when in night's hush'd hour
I hung upon thy words!

ALPHONSO.
No more! no more!

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Oh, let me fly for ever from thy sight,
Thou fair enthusiast! ere a guilty thought
Pollute my faith, and wrong my chosen friend!

AMAZILIA.
Whom should'st thou wrong? I am an orphan, free
From every tie.

ALPHONSO
(in an agony).
Oh no! thou art not free!

HOUACO
(at a distance).
Hoa! Alphonso!

ALPHONSO.
That voice! Heard'st thou that voice?
I do beseech thee, generous Amazilia!
If thou would'st save me from despair, from death,
Forget the words that now have pass'd thy lips!
These shapings of distemper'd fancy, trust me,
Thy better reason will disown. Oh yes,
Thou art o'er wearied!
[Takes her hand as she seems violently agitated.
This hand burns with fever!

HOUACO
(nearer).
Alphonso! hoa!

ALPHONSO.
It is Houaco's voice!
Capana's son! my bosom's chosen brother!
Houaco! hoa!—I pray thee be composed.

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Enter Houaco. Amazilia faints, and Houaco stands thunderstruck.

HOUACO.
Ha! Amazilia in Alphonso's arms!

ALPHONSO
(supporting AMAZILIA).
Approach, Houaco! I have found thy spouse
Thus spent with travel, and with hunger fainting.
Support her thou, and I will bring the fruits,
Our only store.

[Houaco receives her from Alphonso.
HOUACO.
Oh! my loved Amazilia!
And can it be thy heavenly form these arms,
These trembling, these poor, chain-gall'd, arms, support?
And shall thy opening eyes behold a slave,
In thy youth's promised husband, Amazilia!
Wilt thou not spurn him?
[She opens her eyes languidly, looks at him, and feebly struggles to get from him.
Shuddering she would break
From my unworthy hold!—Come thou, Alphonso!
For e'en in death she shrinks from my embrace.
Do thou support her.

[Alphonso supports, and Houaco retires dejectedly.
AMAZILIA
(opening her eyes, and finding herself in his arms).
I am free, Alphonso!

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O'er the wide world I may at pleasure roam:
Who, who shall stay me?

ALPHONSO.
Oh! her thoughts are fever'd!
These idle words are fancy's sickly coinage!

AMAZILIA.
Methinks, indeed, I am about to die!
Then wherefore aught disguise of all I feel?
Houaco, I rejoice that thou still livest!
Thy presence will restore Capana's peace.
Oh may ye both be bless'd! but 'tis not given
To wretched Amazilia, if she live,
To witness, or to share, your happiness!

HOUACO.
I knew the high-born maid would thus reject
One who had been a slave!

AMAZILIA.
Nay, dear Houaco,
Think not thou art degraded in my eyes
By any chance of war. No, dearer far
Thy sufferings have made thee; and my heart
Will ever own for thee a sister's love.

HOUACO.
“A sister's love!” Why should'st thou say “a sister's?”
Thou art betroth'd to me! Canst thou not promise
The love a wife should know?


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AMAZILIA.
My wayward fate
Will have it otherwise.

HOUACO.
What mean these words?

AMAZILIA
(with solemnity).
I own the Christian's God! the God of Mercy!
Farewell, Houaco! I am dead to thee.

[Going.
HOUACO
(stopping her).
And dost thou fly me?—Whither, Amazilia?

AMAZILIA
(with enthusiasm).
I follow where Alphonso leads the way!

ALPHONSO
(embarrassed).
No, she is not herself. Houaco, hear me!

HOUACO
(after a pause of contending passion).
This is no forgery of sickly fancy!
I see,—too clearly see! Fool that I was
To be thus duped! thus led in triumph hither!
Thou art a Spaniard! son of fell Pedrarias!
And thou canst smile, and flatter, to betray.
I was thy father's slave by right of war,
But did consent to fellowship with thee:
Nor half so low Pedrarias' slave I hold
As false Alphonso's friend!

ALPHONSO
(aside, with effort).
(Down, down my rage!

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Capana's son is to Alphonso sacred!)
No, by my soul, 'tis false! 'tis false, Houaco,
What thou hast thought. My faith to thee is pure.
All lovely as she is, she shall be thine!
And never, never—

AMAZILIA.
Hold! Alphonso, hold!
I never can be thine—too well I know it!
My fancy had not yet distinctly formed
The daring thought! but following thee, it seem'd
I sought the unknown God, whose virtuous lore
Thy heaven-instructed lips were wont to teach!
Thou may'st refuse my proffered service, youth;
But canst not give me to another. Free
I am—and will be!

HOUACO.
Nay, it is well done,
Pedrarias' son! to steal from me her faith,
And now to spurn the maid!

ALPHONSO.
To spurn her?—No.
But to my friend! but to Capana's son!
To yield what most I prize beneath heaven's cope!

AMAZILIA.
“To yield me,” haughty youth! E'en thus our people
Will barter for the tame, domestic Lama,

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Gay colour'd shells, or cocoa nuts, her price.
(Turning to Houaco).
Of noble blood—my father a cacique,
Great as thine own, Houaco! Liberty,
As thine, my birthright! My free-will I claim,
And evermore in solitude will dwell,
Secure, self-guarded! For I know to charm
The baneful snake—the properties have learnt
Of herbs salubrious; and the mystic song
Is mine, to lull the powers of ill that haunt
The mountain caverns, and in storms disport.
(To Alphonso).
Farewell, Alphonso! proud as thou, no mate,
No loved companion shall this bosom own!
My fellowship be with the answering rocks;
The winds my counsellors—for who shall share
Those thoughts—those hopes—which thou, youth, thou alone
Who didst inspire—could'st, worthily, partake? [She sinks exhausted on the bank;Alphonso, terrified, bends anxiously over her.


Enter Laila hastily.
LAILA.
My Amazilia, I have found a brook;
The clustering cessus, and papaia fruit—

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(Seeing Houaco)
But oh! ye pitying heavens! or do I dream,
Or do I bow to great Capana's son?

HOUACO
(putting her away).
Leave me, oh leave me! I am nothing, Laila!
Haste thee, kind maid, and aid thy sinking friend.
Ah see! she faints!—and yet thy services
May be, as mine, ungrateful—for behold!
The wily Spaniard o'er his victim bends!
[Laila hastens to her assistance, and is anxiously employed about her with Alphonso, without observing Houaco.
And are there ills Houaco has not felt?
What torture new, and strange, and fierce, is this?
Have I not baffled all Pedrarias' rage,
And smiled upon him,—as I had been at ease?
When pierced with wounds, fainting with loss of blood,
While swam all nature in my glassy eyes,
And, on my brow, death hung his last cold dews,
My spirit still held on its even course!
When torn with stripes, (the son of a cacique!)
I bore myself as though I felt them not!
I wearied out my torturers' cruelty,
And thought this iron breast was proof against
The touch of human ill. But this! oh! this
Awakes a pang so keen! it strikes so home!

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On chords so tender of the heart! on chords
That neither fortitude nor manhood tempers
To bear a touch so rude!
[After watching them with violent emotion.
The smooth-tongued villain!
He shall not triumph in my woes! I'll hide me
In desert haunts and die!—or rouse my soul
To actions worthy of Capana's son!

[Exeunt.
 

The God of Thunder.

SCENE II.

Deep Caverns that lose themselves in the Distance.
Pedrarias, Gusman, and Spaniards.
PEDRARIAS.
Gusman, it was a dreadful night! Methinks
The heavens smile not on our enterprise.
Has Perez seen my son?

GUSMAN.
He has, my lord.
Long practised, in their secret haunts, to hunt
The natives, he, with matchless skill, has traced
The winding way the fugitives pursued.
These caves conceal his trusty band.


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PEDRARIAS.
'Tis well.
Our veteran troops where posted?

GUSMAN.
In the rear,
A few hours march, my lord. Refresh'd by rest,
Elate with hope, and burning with impatience,
They wait their conquering chief to lead them on.

PEDRARIAS.
Perez, thou said'st e'en now, had seen my son.
Summon him, Gusman; I will question him.
[Exit Gusman.
Thanks that thou yet art safe, my son! What pangs
Have I endured, since from a father's presence
In wrath I banished thee! Re-enter Gusman with Perez.

Good Perez, welcome.
Thy skill and diligence have well deserved.
How follow'd'st thou Alphonso and the slave?

PEREZ.
My lord, I traced their steps by many signs:
Here, twisted boughs had form'd a hasty bower—
There, lay remains of fruits; beside the rill,
The shells of cocoa nuts had served as goblets.


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PEDRARIAS.
And didst thou see Alphonso?

PEREZ.
Yes, my lord:
But two nights since, Zamori and your son,
Beneath a plantain so profoundly slept,
That by the moonlight I could dwell a space
Distinctly on each feature.

PEDRARIAS
(aside).
Two nights since!
How many chances may two nights involve,
And two long days that have gone by since then!

PEREZ.
E'en now, my lord, I saw Zamori.

PEDRARIAS
(eagerly).
How?

PEREZ.
Beneath dry leaves, within a thicket laid:
I scarcely breathed.

PEDRARIAS.
And by his side Alphonso?

PEREZ.
Zamori was alone. With alter'd carriage,
He raged—he beat his breast—and, desperate,
On the cold earth he flung himself.


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PEDRARIAS.
Spoke he?

PEREZ.
Some words he mutter'd, and methought the tones
Were those of deadly anger—menaces,
As though of vengeance.

PEDRARIAS.
Tones of anger!—menaces!
(Aside)
Gods! can the slave I deign'd to favour?—Yes,
A Spaniard, and Pedrarias' son, might well
Become the object of Zamori's vengeance!
Retire, good Perez. Gusman, I will follow:
In th' inner cave we will concert our measures.
[Exeunt Gusman and Perez.
Ungrateful, wayward boy! Thou little know'st
How still the father hangs about this heart!
I would not lose thee, no—for all the wealth
Of either world! But wherefore take th' alarm?
The slave's hand raised against the conqueror's son!
He durst not—no—the thought is idle—vain.
Besides, Alphonso had his sword!—No more—
These fears might better suit a trembling mother,
Than one, who, heaven commission'd, seeks new worlds,
Sets on their shores his foot, and stamps them his!

[He follows Gusman and Perez into the further caverns.

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ACT IV.

SCENE I.

The first Mountain Scenery.
Alphonso, Amazilia.
ALPHONSO.
Forget me, hate me, lovely Amazilia;
And let me fly, and yield me to despair.

[Going.
AMAZILIA.
Whither?—Whither?

ALPHONSO.
Where I may never more
Behold thy fatal charms!

AMAZILIA
(with desperation).
Nay, if thou dost,
I will not live!—No, by yon Heaven, I will not!
An Indian knows a thousand ways to death,
No death so frightful as were life without thee.

ALPHONSO
(after gazing on her earnestly).
I dare not trust my eyes—thy every look
Exerts a several destructive power!


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AMAZILIA.
Kill me, if I am in my nature hurtful!
Kill me! but fly me not—Yet wherefore hurtful?
My heart goes forth to every thing that lives
With kindliest will. I would not crush the reptile
E'en though it stung me. Am I then more cruel
Than venom'd reptiles? for they spare their kind,
But I, thou say'st, injure whom most I love.

ALPHONSO.
Nay, nay; it is involuntary wrong!—
Alas for poor Houaco! slavery, tortures,
Were powerless to dash his bosom's firmness.
Thy scorn alone could break that noble spirit.

AMAZILIA.
I do not scorn Houaco. Must I wed
One whom I cannot love—as now I feel
This heart can love?
(With enthusiasm).
Oh yes! it would revere
Its object, as above the human race;
And, hanging on his words, his looks, would catch
A new soul, and new hopes, and glorious thoughts!

ALPHONSO
(aside).
Oh gratitude! Oh friendship! bar each sense!

AMAZILIA.
Alas! and can I honour thus Houaco?
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An hundred scalps of those his hatchet slew;
If on his steps, when crown'd with victory,
His fellow creatures manacled attend,
To bleed before the altars of our gods;
Say, shall these eyes, by thee unseal'd to truth,
Behold with sympathy that husband's triumph?
If thou would'st doom me to a fate like this,
Oh! why dispel the darkness of my soul,
And break upon me, as Heaven's glorious beam
Darts through the mountain chasm, by lightnings rent,
Awaking life and joy, where since creation
Darkness, and silence, and inaction dwelt?

ALPHONSO.
Dear, lost enthusiast!—Curse! Oh, curse the hour
I led thy glowing fancy—

AMAZILIA.
Hold! for mercy!
Curse not the gleam of bliss this heart has caught,
To sweeten the long life of misery
To which thou doom'st it now! (With sudden earnestness).

But whence the law?—
Haply of some more cruel God than ours
Thou hast not told of yet;—for not of nature
The law that bids thee give me to Houaco.

ALPHONSO.
Friendship, and gratitude—


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AMAZILIA.
Hast thou no friendship?
Hast thou no gratitude for Amazilia?
Must all—all be Capana's and his son's?
Thou said'st I saved thy life—have they done more?
And do they love thee, honour thee as much?

ALPHONSO
(after a conflict).
Believe me, Amazilia, this poor life
Has worth but as thy gift! and for thy sake
To lay it down were joy! but thus to live!
Oh no! thy sweetness cannot—must not guess
The torturing force stern honesty exerts
To rule this breast; for might I loose the curb
Of headlong passion, at full bliss to aim,
What were it, think'st thou, but to see thee ever,
To claim thy tenderness, to call thee mine!

AMAZILIA.
Thine—thine I am! the fates have will'd it so!
'Tis nature's strong decree! 'tis Heaven's! 'tis virtue's!

ALPHONSO.
Hold! Hold!—Does virtue bid us seek delight
Reckless of all beside? I to Houaco
Have sworn a brother's faith—to him thy father
Gave thee!—He lives! and I, with holy love,
Must honour thee as my Houaco's wife!
[A pause of consternation.
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A thought, a wish, so selfish, and so base,
As our own bliss by his destruction purchased?
Nay, is there bliss for them who know remorse?
And what remorse were ours!

AMAZILIA.
No more, Alphonso!
Thy awful words confound th' astonish'd sense,
Yet woo my trembling soul to higher thoughts
Than e'en—the heaven I dream'd—to live for thee!
Say—were I—by such self-devotion, stamp'd
A being worthy of thy fellowship?
Of thy regard? to thee a kindred spirit?

ALPHONSO.
Thy matchless virtue were as far above
My humbler aim, as are thy matchless charms
Above the sum of loveliness dispensed
To all thy sex beside; and I should live
(If live—I—must) to honour—to adore!

AMAZILIA.
Firm as thyself in virtue's path, Alphonso,
Thou shalt admire, and wonder at thy victim.
See, at thy feet I welcome wretchedness!
[With profound resignation.
I am Houaco's wife!

ALPHONSO
(aside).
(Oh! dreadful sounds!
'Tis agony I feel that should be joy!)

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I thank thee, Amazilia; yes, I thank thee,
With fervor, as when pleading for my life
Thy angel tongue preserved me!— (Turning from her).

Spare me now!
Let me not look on thee!—I pray thee go.
Thy Laila waits thee, and thy happy lord
Claims thee—his own!—(Stern honour, holy friendship,
Blot out the madd'ning thoughts that rise!) (As she approaches meekly).

Oh! leave me!
I do beseech thee, leave!—in pity leave me!
[Amazilia goes submissively and dejectedly.
Accept the sacrifice, my benefactor!
I, who might fold her to my burning bosom,
Yet, for her thousand, thousand glowing charms,
Embrace despair!
[Throws himself on the bank, then starting up with horror.
It is my father's curse,
Wretch that I am, pursues me to the end!
Shun me, Houaco! Shun me, Amazilia!
I bear destruction wheresoe'er I go!
With deadly influence, as the baleful mildew,
O'er the young harvest of your loves I pass'd,
That but for me (the winter fled) had been
Fair ripening now beneath a smiling sky.

[He sinks on the bank in despair.

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SCENE II.

A different and wilder Part of the Mountains.
HOUACO
alone.
Ye angry Gods, by my forefathers worshipp'd,
How terrible ye crowd upon my soul!
What spoke your thunders, rolling o'er my head,
Through the black vault of night? Your fiery bolt
Flashing on the lithe rattlesnake that lay
Coil'd at my feet?—They spoke thy will, Illapa,
Demanding thus thy victim at my hands,
And imaging, in the insidious serpent,
The Spaniard who has stung me to the soul.
My father wrong'd thee, vengeful Deity!
Of blood, thy due; and I, more guilty still,
Won by Alphonso's blandishments, forgot
The hate, the deep unconquerable hate,
I vow'd to fell Pedrarias' race—Nay, more,
Gave him the friendship of an honest heart,
And lent my easy ear to his smooth words,
While joy and hope won softly on my soul:
Joy—the attendant of the thoughtless child,
And hope—that waits on fools!

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[Thelasco and a troop of Indians are seen approaching among the rocks.

THELASCO.
All powerful Heaven!
Or does a wreathing vapour mock my sight,
Or art thou from the land of spirits come
To warn us of impending ill?—Oh stay!
Whate'er thou be, thou seem'st Capana's son,
And thus my heart acknowledges the semblance.

[Bowing down before him.
HOUACO
(starting from his reverie).
Friend of my youth! my father's friend! Thelasco!
[Embraces him.
How fares it with the good Cacique, Capana?

THELASCO.
He lives! and in his son restored, is happy.
Come, let me lead thee to him.

HOUACO.
Stay, Thelasco!
Oh stay! I am not yet prepared; thou see'st
How the firm temper of my soul is shaken!
Think not the ills our cruel foes inflicted
E'er moved me thus!—'Tis here, Thelasco, here
[Beating his breast.
It rankles e'en to madness.—Yesterday—
Oh! yesterday!—


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THELASCO.
Forget the pass'd day's ill:
Think of to-day! th' auspicious day that brings thee,
After two years of sorrow for thy loss,
To share our happiness, thy father's gift!

HOUACO
(not attending to him).
Virtues fantastical!—By Christians dream'd!
Ye are vain names! flowers that wreathe the dagger
They plunge into our breasts!
(To Thelasco, eagerly and wildly).
Valour in war,
And fortitude that tortures cannot shake—
Say—are not these the virtues of the Indian?
Revenge, if wrong'd, his duty and his solace?
Is it not so, Thelasco?

THELASCO
(astonished).
Surely, so!
But wherefore hang dark thoughts upon thy mind
When all is joy? Each social bliss awaits thee;
A people's welcome—friendship—love!

HOUACO
(with a bitter laugh).
Ha! ha!
[Then falling into his former melancholy.
I have no friend, Thelasco!—Idle love
Is for the fortunate!

THELASCO.
As thou shalt be!


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HOUACO
(not attending to him).
Had I nor eyes, nor ears? Where were my senses?
Did he not falter? did he not turn pale,
Oft as I named the maid? And when I told
How to my arms, when yet a sportive child,
Her dying father gave her, he exclaim'd,
“Oh! tie indissoluble! sacred!” clasping
His trembling hands; then, starting, blush'd, and smiled;
And on the sudden all was calm, serene,
As smooth hypocrisy's own brow!—Fool! fool!

[Striking his forehead, and relapsing into his thoughtful posture.
THELASCO
(alarmed, to the Indians).
My friends, the heavy ills our chief has known
Prey on his wounded spirit: wild disorder
Oft waits on thought intense in noble minds.
Bear the glad tidings that Houaco lives
To all around. Summon our people straight
In joyous bands, with festive song and dance,
To welcome home Capana's warlike son. (To Houaco).
[The Indians go.

In yon deep-bosom'd glen, 'mong beetling rocks,
Dwell the surviving few of the young band
That follow'd thee in thy first days to battle.
There, sorrowing for thy loss, in gloomy caves
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Thy voice, Houaco! thy awakening voice!
Rousing them from their sad inglorious ease,
To lead them forth.

HOUACO.
Ha! there again thou strikest!
My youthful band of friends!—Oh, hide me from them!
They still are free, and on their native mountains
Share with the savage of the wilds his prey;
They ne'er felt chains!—Oh, no! The lasco, no!
'Tis not the slave must lead the freeman forth!

Troops of Indians advance from among the rocks, with festive garlands, &c.
CHORUS OF NATIVES.
Is the patriot chief restored?
He whom India's sons deplored,
He who sank on slaughter's field,
Where new forms of death appal;
He who bade us bleed and fall,
Nobly fall—but never yield!

CHOSEN BAND OF WARRIORS.
A people's vow
Has won our leader from the tomb!
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Hung with dark affliction's gloom,
Shall smile again beneath the victor's meed,
And hail! with transport hail! his injured country freed!

CHORUS OF NATIVES.
Bearing on with hope elate,
From his beaming eye flash'd fate!
He th' avenger's work began,
The spell of panic terror burst;
And his daring hatchet first
Proved the invader was but man!

BAND OF WARRIORS.
To yield the breath,
And give to dust the mangled frame,
This is not death!
It is the warrior's birth to fame!
On! to the field of glory lead again,
And drive the invader back,—back to the guilty main!

[The Indians crowd around Houaco with wonder, joy, and affection.
LASCALA.
Noble Houaco! thy return brings joy,
Brings hope, brings life, to every Indian warrior!

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Bliss to our great Cacique! But I—I, too,
Had sons I loved! to war with the invader
They follow'd thee. Trembling I ask their fate.

HOUACO.
Lascala, the brave youth who bore thy name,
Beneath his hatchet saw a Spaniard fall,
Ere to the land of spirits he was welcomed
By his forefathers.

LASCALA.
Oh! had I died so!

[He is lost in grief, while and old woman comes forward.
WOMAN.
And at thy feet I ask my Zama's fate:
Zama, from whose strong arm the arrow sped
Unerring in the chase.

HOUACO.
Nor err'd in war.
But the forged thunders of th' invading foe
More fatal sped, alas!

WOMAN.
Ah me, my boy!
And shall he never more, at evening's close,
Bear homeward from the mountain's side the prey
To cheer our cabin hearth? And shall Nayati,
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HOUACO.
Ha! faithful, say'st thou? Was Nayati faithful?
She shall be honour'd above all her sex!
Let her be crown'd—be led in triumph hither!
I thought there was no faith in womankind;
There is, it seems—there is—but not for me—
Houaco only is to no one dear.

THELASCO
(aside).
How strange his words!

LASCALA
(with trembling anxiety).
But say my Azlan lives;
One lives, at least, to close his father's eyes.

HOUACO.
He lives—

LASCALA.
He lives? and follows not thy steps?

HOUACO
(with bitterness).
He lives; and shares the fate—the bitter fate—
Of great Capana's son.

[He bares his wrist, and shows it to Lascala
LASCALA.
These marks, Houaco,
What may they mean?

HOUACO
(with the utmost bitterness).
Chain'd!—manacled!—a slave!
Capana's son has lived!


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LASCALA.
Say'st thou “has lived?”
And has th' invader bound e'en mighty Death
To do his will? Can Death no longer free
The man who will not live?

HOUACO.
To die, old man,
Were easy, as 't were sweet. The very weeds
Our careless footsteps bruise, with juices teem
Will loose from life. 'T were but to have refused
A little maize, and I had slept the sleep
Th' invader could not break: but sweet revenge
Had then been lost! Who would not live, Lascala,
And shake off death, e'en though within his grasp,
Nay, snatch at life with strong convulsive fondness,
Whose country's wrongs, whose private injuries,
For vengeance call?

LASCALA.
There spoke Capana's son.
Yes, we will follow thee where vengeance leads,
And free my Azlan.

HOUACO.
Stay, Lascala—stay!
Vengeance is slow. I, to Capana, must
Unfold the deep and secret means, nor strike
Till sure the blow. Thy Azlan's self would bleed
Were this hand rash.

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(To Thelasco).
Valiant Thelasco,
Lend me that weapon in thy girdle fix'd.
[Thelasco hesitates.
Yes, Amazilia had been faithful too,
But for the potent spells these treach'rous men
Have foully wrested from mysterious nature.
Give me that weapon, and await me here;
Anon I will return with new life fraught,
And freer thoughts. I cannot yield my soul,
E'en to my country's claims, my father's love,
Till I have satisfied a private duty
Of strong imperious urgency. The weapon!
Give it, Thelasco, to my eager grasp.

THELASCO.
Take it, and may'st thou plunge it to the hilt
Where I would see it buried!
[Houaco rushes out with the daggerThelasco watches him.
With eagle speed,
By godlike vengeance wing'd, see how he darts
From cliff to cliff. We at a distance, friends,
Will follow on his steps, to grace his deeds,
Or, if aught ill befall, to give him aid.

[Exeunt, with music, as they entered.

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SCENE III.

Alphonso lying on the bank where he had thrown himself in despairLaila behind him scattering weeds around his head, unobserved by him. He sinks to sleep, and she comes gently forward.
LAILA.
At length a dull, and drowsy torpor steals
O'er his torn bosom: such the lulling virtue
Of this pale weed, whose chilly blossom shrinks
From the fierce glare of day, expanding wide
To the moist moon, that nightly brims its cup
With vapours dank, of power to lock each sense,
And lap the limbs in motionless repose.—
Soft—soft!—methought he moved.
[She scatters more weeds.
Deep sleep be on thee!
Thou creature of another world, beyond
The vast, and terrible ocean!—Thou, so noble!
And yet, so fatal!—Slumbers deep be on thee!
While I (so prosper Heaven my true affection!)
Seek the deluded, desperate Amazilia,
Win back her faith to him, her destined husband,
And to our peaceful valley lure her steps.

[Exit.

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Enter Houaco, not seeing Alphonso.
HOUACO.
Yes, yes,—I will avenge my country's wrongs!
Appease the Gods of India! claim my wife!
And, more than all, pierce fell Pedrarias' breast!
Wring from him, pang by pang, and groan by groan,
Th' atonement of each several broken heart,
That drags out life upon this ruin'd land!
The thought awakes a dark, and sullen joy,
Worthy of him who was Capana's son—
Blasted by slavery, and to glory lost.
[Turning to go, sees Alphonso.
Thanks, ye immortal powers! who thus present
The sacrifice to th' injured Godhead due!
[He contemplates him.
How still his slumbers! And can treachery sleep?
How calm and open is his brow! Has guile
So fair a habitation? It has—it has—
And shall not lurk beneath a form so gracious,
To lure th' unwary to destruction. Thus—
[Going to strike.
Why shakes my coward hand? It is a deed
Of highest virtue!—pleasing to our Gods!—
I will not shrink—

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[Advancing resolutely, and removing the garment from Alphonso's breast, starts back.
The pledge of amity
My father gave him, shields the very spot
Where I would strike!
[Returning with assumed resolution.
I must remove it.—No—
I dare not!—no—
[Trembles, and drops the dagger.
Capana guards thy life!

ALPHONSO
(starting up).
Is it a joyous vision? or, indeed,
Do I again behold my lost Houaco?

HOUACO.
Alphonso, thou behold'st thy murderer!
But that this hand has fail'd.—That sacred pledge
Stood between thee and death!

ALPHONSO
(affectionately).
Thou rav'st, Houaco.
Come to my bosom!—Art thou not my friend?

HOUACO.
Stand off, false Spaniard!—Bind these limbs with chains!
Give to the rack (if thou would'st live secure)
Th' assassin of the tyrant's guiltier son!
But I will brave thy rage, and scorn thee still!


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ALPHONSO
(seeing the dagger on the ground).
Too true;—this fatal weapon proves thy words.
This have I not deserved of thee, Houaco!
And thou shalt feel it, if thou hast a heart!
Did I not swear to thee a brother's love?
[Extending his arms affectionately towards him.
The brother's part is ever to forgive.
Oh then forget with me that thou hast wrong'd me.

[Taking his hand.
HOUACO
(confounded, turning away).
What powerful magic in his words o'ercomes me?
Can he, unmoved, thus grasp his murderer's hand,
Nor aught of anger, aught of fear betray?
What hinders that I seize again yon weapon,
And plunge it in his bold, unguarded bosom?
What hinders?—but that it were easier far
To bury it, and my confusion—here!

[Striking his breast.
ALPHONSO.
Combat no longer with thy better feelings!
Let thy heart speak, and, ere I clear myself,
'Twill bid thee rest thy head upon this bosom!
[Houaco, overcome, throws himself on Alphonso's bosom.
I am content.—Thy honour trusts in mine!
Be cheer'd;—brush off that tear, and meet with smiles

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Thy Amazilia.—Her unalter'd faith
Shall prove my truth.—Houaco, I can suffer,
E'en as thyself, unmoved!

HOUACO.
Canst thou, Alphonso,
Canst thou forgive the headlong rage that arm'd
This hand against thy life?

ALPHONSO.
'Tis not remember'd.
Blot from thy mind alike—But see—she comes—
Be blest in her thou lov'st—'tis all I ask.
Let me conceal this weapon from her eyes.
[Conceals the dagger in his bosom.
Now all is well.—Resume thy tranquil mind.

Enter Amazilia in great agitation, breaking from Laila.
AMAZILIA.
Refuse me not to speak one last farewell!—
Houaco here!—in friendly conference!
Then am I lost indeed!—Their bond of union
Too well, too well I know—my wretchedness!—
Instruct me, Laila, to pronounce my doom!
And oh! Alphonso's God! support my courage!
[She advances with great effort, and throws herself at Houaco's feet.

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Low at thy feet, behold thy wife, Houaco!
Thou, pardon the involuntary error
Of one, restored to duty—and to thee!

HOUACO
(raising her, and pressing her to his bosom).
Oh! spare me, Amazilia! lest my brain
Support not all the joy that breaks upon me!
(To Alphonso).
Thou, before whom I bend with soul subdued,
Disdain not the full triumph of thy goodness.
The virtues I have prized are savage Nature's—
Thine are from Heaven!

ALPHONSO.
Oh! no more—no more—
'Tis time that good Capana share our joy.

Thelasco and Indians approach in joyous procession. they stop suddenly with astonishment and terror on seeing Alphonso. Thelasco fixes his eyes on him with a menacing expression. The Indians seize their bows, and wait the signal to shoot.
HOUACO
(placing himself between Alphonso and the Indians.)
My friends! my countryment! replace your arrows.
This is the godlike youth Capana spared!

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The Indian's friend!—Behold my father's pledge!
[Pointing to the pledge. They drop their bows, and replace their arrows.
To him I owe my liberty!—to him—
That I again thus clasp, my bosom's treasure!
(To Thelasco).
I was deceived, Thelasco,—thou shalt learn
How much I, to the generous Spaniard, owe!

THELASCO
(aside, after an expression of cold assent).
What magic drugs, what herbs of potent juice
Yield the strong spells that guard this wily Spaniard?
At his approach the God of Vengeance flies!
Th' uplifted weapon slackens in the grasp,
And every heart, with strange unwonted softness,
Gives its full confidence!

HOUACO.
Lead on, my friends.
Within your deep retreat a little space
We will repose:—this tender frame, o'ertoil'd,
Requires short respite.—Amazilia, say,
Shall it be so?

AMAZILIA.
Thy will, henceforth, is mine.

[Houaco, Thelasco, and Indians, move off in triumph, among the rocks at the back of the stage, Amazilia looking mournfully at Alphonso as

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Houaco leads her away. Alphonso lingers behind, in great agitation.
ALPHONSO.
Repose!—delay!—And must I, drop by drop,
Dwell on the deadly draught myself prepared?
Oh, that Time wore the driving Tempest's wing,
Whose headlong sweep might leave no pause for thought,
Till to Capana I restore his son,
And in his happiness find peace—or die!

[Exit, following.
The Scene closes on them.

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ACT V.

SCENE I.

Scene among the Rocks, with a distant View of the Valley.
Alphonso and Houaco.
ALPHONSO.
Yes, all is well. Now seek we Amazilia,
Where late we left her with the mountain band?

HOUACO.
No, she is more secure in that retreat
With those who followed on my youthful steps.
The mountain lama could not footing hold
On yon steep crags: the spoiler cannot find
The well conceal'd and only access thither.
My treasure's safe. We are not yet assured
Whence was the clamour, as of hostile tongues,
That broke, by fits, the stillness of the night.

ALPHONSO.
We have discovered nought that may confirm
Thy fears, Houaco. Trust me, all is well.
The sounds thou heard'st were, sure, imprison'd winds:
They, in deep caverns pent, will chafe in tone,
That, by each rock repeated, much resemble
The brawling of rude tongues. Away with doubt!

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And from this cliff, as from the eagle's nest,
Behold the wished for valley spread below.
Within an hour thou wilt embrace thy father.—
Give all thy soul to gladness!

HOUACO.
Oh! Alphonso,
In this long-saddened heart joy cannot harbour
But as the flash that o'er the stormy sky
Darts amid rolling thunders, and again
'Tis darkness all! Alas! with sad forebodings
Shuddering, I seek the vale.
[He looks anxiously about. Distant cries are heard.
And hark! Those sounds
Are not the busy stir of peaceful life:
No—nor the voice of gratulation. Hah!
The din of war rings thus upon the ear,
Or shouts of fierce pursuit.

ALPHONSO.
Forbid it, heaven!
And yet thy terror has infected me.
(Listening)
Now all is still again. It were impossible!
Thou know'st the dreadful thought—I dare not speak it.
But say—oh say—it is impossible!

HOUACO.
And hark, again! Heard'st thou that hideous yell?
It grows upon the ear. It must be so!


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ALPHONSO.
If it be so, I by thy side will fall,
And dearly sell each drop of my heart's blood
For India's injured sons. No—save his father's,—
No Spaniard's breast is sacred to Alphonso.

[Drawing his sword.
HOUACO.
Yes, that same dagger shall redeem its guilt.
Oh, give it me, and thou shalt see how strong
Against an iron host, a single arm,
Nerved as Houaco's, by a cause so dear—
My father! and my people! and my wife!
Give—give the dagger!

ALPHONSO.
Take it; but first swear
Thou wilt not aim it at Pedrarias' breast.

HOUACO.
Nay, take it back again, if such the terms.

ALPHONSO
(baring his breast).
Then once more point it here! I will remove
Capana's cherished pledge, and give it way!
Or plunge it here, or say my father's sacred.

HOUACO.
And wherefore, think'st thou, I have suffer'd life?
For two long years have dragged th' invader's chains?
Born to command, protect, and lead a people,

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Have bowed this body to the servile oar?
Wherefore did I reject thy fellowship,
Till driven from his presence, cursed by him,
My heart forgot thou wert Pedrarias' son?
Wherefore all this?—but that I hoped to quaff
The cup of sweet revenge! E'en now 'tis mine,
The luscious draught! and shall my lips refuse it?

ALPHONSO.
[Nearer cries are heard.
The foe is on us! I will trust in friendship!
Take thou the dagger to defend thy father:
This sword must guard the author of my days
E'en against thee! for not to parricide,
Although to treason doom'd by holiest ties,
Each crimson drop that swells within these veins
Must flow for good Capana and his people!

Indians pass across the stage pursued by Spaniards Alphonso and Houaco rush upon the Spaniards, and presently drive them back. The Indians gather round Alphonso and Houaco, full of joy and wonder.
ALPHONSO.
Yes, Indians, yes—ye see Capana's son!
Restored by Heaven to save you from your foe!
Behold in me the Spaniard your cacique

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Released from death! both to your service vowed:
By nature he!—and I by gratitude!
On! follow us to liberty and vengeance!
But mark me, friends; dismiss the well-aim'd shaft,
Then instant turn, nor grapple with th' invader.
Keep still aloof—surround him—harass him;
Be swift—be indefatigable.—On!—

[Exeunt with expressions of ardour and joy.

SCENE II.

The Valley, with the Altar, Throne, &c.
Pedrarias and Spaniards pursued by Houaco, and Indians. Pedrarias recognises Houaco, and turns.
PEDRARIAS.
Is it the slave Zamori's daring hand
Against Pedrarias raised? Stand! Indian, stand!
[They for a moment contemplate each other.
This blade shall give thee back thy forfeit life,
So thou declare where thou hast left Alphonso!

HOUACO.
Tyrant, come on! nor parley with thy foe!
See, in Zamori, great Capana's son!
The chains that have disgraced these free-born limbs,

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My father's wrongs, my country's desolation,
Render this little weapon swift, and sure,
And terrible as the avenger's thunder!
Thousands of slaughter'd Indians hovering breathe
Their spirits in my soul, and guide my hand!
[They close and struggle. Houaco disarms Pedrarias, and drops the dagger in the conflict; casts Pedrarias on the ground, and setting his foot on his breast, points his own sword at it.
Lie there, thou fell destroyer of my people!
Where are thy conquests now? thy power, thy greatness?
I met thee man to man, and there thou liest!
Beneath my foot I might crush out thy spirit,
And rid my groaning country of its tyrant!
One motion of this hand and thou art nothing—
A name!—a sound!—to future ages hateful,
E'en of its terrors stript! But to Alphonso!
The son thy rage has cursed—I give thy life!

[He rushes out with Pedrarias's sword, leaving his dagger on the ground.
PEDRARIAS.
Am I a Spaniard?—he a savage Indian?
Oh for swift lightnings, earthquakes, hurricanes,
To raze this new found world from out existence,
And thus from record blot the conqueror's shame!
Thousands on thousands withering curses blast thee,

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Insolent slave! Curst be this arm! and curst
My dotard weakness! for not Pedrarias—no—
The father 'twas, whose edgeless sword dropt, palsied
By the base slave's evasion, when I asked
Of my lost son. But hold! Alphonso lives!
Let me but find him, from the Indians tear him,
Then ruin—slaughter—utter devastation
Rage on, and feed insatiable revenge!
But who are these? shall they behold me thus?
Ha! the slave's dagger!—it may do me service.

[Takes up the dagger, and conceals it in his breast.
Enter Gusman and Spaniards with Capana and Indians captives.
GUSMAN.
My lord, behold the proud cacique, Capana!
Thus victory is ours, although Alphonso,
(Whom, were he not thy son, I might term traitor),
Has raised his sword against his countrymen,
Mowing them down with wild resistless rage,
To rescue from our hands this savage chief.

PEDRARIAS
(with great anxiety).
And did my people turn their arms against him?
Who followed him?—Where is he?—say, how was it?

GUSMAN.
The frantic natives thronging on his steps,

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With hurtling arrows darken all the air,
That even our veterans, appalled, shrink back,
Or fall, ere they have marked the coming death!
In firm array, if we advance, behold,
As formless spirits of the night, they vanish!
And on the right, or left, or in the rear,
Gathering again, they deal their dole of death,
And quick disperse as soon. Doubtful, astonished,
Where'er thy son appeared our soldiers fled!
Nor had I held my prisoner from the rescue,
But that I pointed at his breast my sword!

PEDRARIAS.
Haste, Gusman, haste! Command that they respect
The viceroy's son, nor harm him, on their lives!
But, if it may be done, secure Alphonso,
And bring him to my presence strongly guarded. [Exit Gusman.
(To Capana).

And do I then behold the proud cacique,
Whose vain resistance has destroyed his people?

CAPANA.
Thou see'st a chief who for his people lived:
A man who fought for native liberty.

PEDRARIAS
(with the utmost bitterness).
Thou hoary savage! skilled in hellish arts!
Thou who hast wrought upon a noble Spaniard
To mock at filial piety, and fall

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From due allegiance to his sovereign lord!

CAPANA.
Tyrant, I gave thy son his forfeit life,
Because I pitied thee!—and for this weakness
Our Gods have justly now deserted me.
But answer thou.—Was it thy treacherous son
Who led thee hither? For the damned act
But ill accords with these his deeds in arms.
Say, must my latest breath, or curse, or bless him?

PEDRARIAS.
How may it aught import Pedrarias' son,
The idle words a dying savage breathes?

CAPANA.
If right I judge, the youth whose life I spared,
Capana's dying curse may much import him.

PEDRARIAS.
Nay, curse him not, old man! Thou hast no cause—
He bears a curse this heart would fain recall.

CAPANA.
Ha! is it so? Then will Capana bless him!

PEDRARIAS.
Dost thou insult a conqueror, whose nod
May doom thee to such tortures as appal
Humanity?

CAPANA.
No tortures can appal

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Capana's spirit! In this time-worn frame
Kind Nature has, with gentle hand, unravelled
Her own work, till there is little left for thee
To mar with violence. Few strokes are needed
To level with the dust the leafless trunk;
While the majestic palm, in youth's full honours,
Wearies the woodman.

Alphonso rushes wildly in, followed by Houaco, and throws himself at Capana's feet.
ALPHONSO.
Oh my benefactor!
Thus let me expiate, at thy feet, my folly!
That I am guiltless, thy Houaco knows.

[Presenting Houaco to him, who throws himself into his father's arms, and they remain engrossed with each other.
PEDRARIAS.
Confusion! Is it at Capana's feet
Pedrarias' son should kneel, when in the presence
Of an offended father? Turn, rash boy!
“A father's anger may not last for ever,”
If meek remorse, and duteous thoughts, succeed
Thy fatal dereliction!

ALPHONSO.
Duteous thoughts

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This breast has ever own'd! Remorse, my father,
Alphonso knows not! He has not betray'd
His noble benefactor, and his friend;
But, ruin'd with them, will partake their doom.

PEDRARIAS.
The flames are kindling will reduce thy friends
To idle air, and dust that I may trample.

ALPHONSO
(to Capana).
Disdain not thou my fellowship in death,
My more than father!

[Embracing his knees.
PEDRADIAS
(aside).
Oh! impotence of rage!

CAPANA
(making a group with Alphonso, and Houaco).
Unhappy tyrant! object of my scorn!
I mock the power thou boastest o'er my life!
For what import a few convulsive throbs,
That set at large a spirit fraught with joy,
With love, with triumph, thou canst never know!
See, I embrace my noble, long-lost son,—
Nay, more—the captive youth my heart adopted,
With filial tenderness, would die with me;
While thou, who doom'st me to devouring flames,
Enviest thy victim!—I could pity thee,
But that to pity thee offends our Gods.
[Embracing them both.
My children dear alike!


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PEDRARIAS
(frantic with rage).
Has hell worse pains?
By him adopted—to his bosom prest—
A savage, by the right of war my slave!—
I cannot wait the slow consuming flame,
My sword—

[Grasping the empty scabbard.
HOUACO
(haughtily).
Thy sword no longer, but thy conqueror's!
Has wash'd away its guilt in Spanish blood.

PEDRARIAS.
Zamori too?—Worse hell!
[Recollecting the dagger in his bosom.
Hah! thoughtless slave,
Thyself didst furnish to my rage the serpent
Shall sting thee home!—Die, hoary villain,—die!

[Rushes to stab Capana, when Alphonso interposes his breast, receives the stroke, and falls on his father's neck.
ALPHONSO
(after a pause).
My father! Oh my father,—yes, I thank thee.
This stroke is merciful,—is kind.—It gives
The only good that now thy son could know—
To die for him, my benefactor!—Oh!
If ever I was dear to thee, my father,
Let not thy son lay down his life in vain.
This blood, that flows thus freely—gladly flows—

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At the strong call of gratitude—is thine!
See—on thy breast it falls!—Oh! let it not
There stagnate!—rather swell, as kindly dews,
The latent germ of mercy!

PEDRARIAS.
My Alphonso!
Curse on my frantic rage!—It cannot be
The blow was mortal?
(With tenderness).
Look up, and smile, my son!

[Watches Alphonso with trembling anxiety and hope.
CAPANA.
Noble, but rash and ill-advised Alphonso!
Why didst thou snatch me from the death I courted?
I should have fallen in all my full-blown joys;
Now, if I live, it is to sorrow.

[Hiding his face, overcome.
PEDRARIAS
(with a forced smile and faltering voice.
Nay,
Thou would'st but terrify thy wretched father,
Who in all nature loves but thee alone.
Thou know'st it, and would'st work upon my fondness.
But live, my boy! and it shall be henceforth
E'en as thou wilt.—Yes, I will heap each blessing
On these, thy friends.

[Alphonso makes an effort to express his joy, and falls back into his father's arms.

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PEDRARIAS
(with extreme terror).
He bleeds apace!—Help! help!

ALPHONSO.
Oh!—no—I feel I cannot live, my father!
'Twas Heaven unnerved, erewhile, thy arm, and now
Directed with unerring might the stroke—
Heaven's pity spares me—without her to live!—
Heaven's justice guides thy hand—to execute
The curse—thy lips—but bless me now, my father!
Oh! bless thy dying child!

PEDRARIAS.
Distraction! Horror!
Wretched old man! Despair is mine, and madness!
(To Houaco).
In pity, slave, take thou this hated life.

ALPHONSO.
Be calm, my father, nor thus doubly point
The sting of death!—Oh say,—my friends are free!

PEDRARIAS.
They, and their people shall be free and happy.
I swear it by the trembling hope I feel
Thy parting soul forgives thy murderer.

ALPHONSO.
Now on thy dear, and honour'd breast, I sink—
In sleep as calm as weighs down infant lids.
[Looking affectionately at his father.
'Tis sweet to rest upon a parent's bosom!

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[Reaching his hand to Houaco.
Give me thy hand, Houaco! Amazilia—
Will grieve for me.—Oh soothe her sorrow gently!—
I thought thee dead, when first I saw the maid.

HOUACO.
And loved her, and did yield her to thy friend!
And must I lose thee? Oh, thou gracious pattern
Of virtues thou hast taught me first to know!

[A moment of speechless grief, when Amazilia breaks her way through the attendants, who try to stop her.
AMAZILIA.
Nay!—Give me way! Not thousand, thousand weapons,
All pointed at this breast, could stay my steps!
[Stands gazing at the group, transfixed with horror. Then in the wildest manner.
Ha! What have I to do—if it be so?

PEDRARIAS.
Away with her!—Her sacrilegious cries
Disturb the awful horrors of despair
Within a father's and a murderer's breast!

HOUACO
(going to her from ALPHONSO).
My Amazilia! thus high Heaven reclaims
Its own! and as a god, henceforth Alphonso
Will watch o'er those he loved, and guide them still.


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AMAZILIA.
Away!—I know thee not—nor heed thy words!
See there—see there!—His spirit takes its flight!
I must away!

ALPHONSO.
My Amazilia!—Oh!—

[Dies.
AMAZILIA.
He calls on me!—He bids me follow—See!
With lifeless hand he beckons me away!
I come! I come!

[Seizes the dagger which lay on the ground, and stabs herself.
HOUACO.
Oh, stay thy frantic hand!

AMAZILIA
(supported by HOUACO).
Alphonso! Oh, one moment hovering stay!
Thou didst refuse my fellowship on earth,
But wilt thou now reject the attendant spirit,
That through immeasurable space, with thee,
Would soar to worlds—of Love—and Liberty?

[Breaks from Houaco, and throws herself on Alphonso's body.
PEDRARIAS.
Have ye not hatchets? arrows dipp'd in poison?
Ye injured natives! though to vengeance vow'd,
One—one devote to pity!—


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AMAZILIA
(raising herself from the body, and looking wildly around her).
Who are these?
Oh! help,—and loose the bonds that bind me down
To earth!—How heavily—Oh! how heavily
They weigh upon my bosom!—I would spurn
The abject soil, and spring into the skies!
But—Oh! I sink—I sink—Wilt thou not stay?
Where art thou now?
[Struggling violently.
Oh where? I see thee not!
[She stares wildly on Pedrarias.
It is thy murderer!—It is thy father!—
His eyes glare on me!—Save me from him—Oh!

[Gives a shriek, and dies.
The curtain drops.
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[A section of translations has been omitted here.]

END OF VOL. I.