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ACT II.
SCENE I.
A Garden.Zaida, Lyssa, and other female Spirits following.
ZAIDA.
Recit.
Shame of thy Sex—begone—nor haunt me more.
LYSSA.
Recit.
Will Zaida's Bosom from a Woman hide,
What to conceal from Man, is Art and Pride?
Behold! Power's sovereign Charm to soften Hate,
What melts us most!—Variety and State!
[Waves her Wand, and the whole Scene
and Decorations change.
What to conceal from Man, is Art and Pride?
Behold! Power's sovereign Charm to soften Hate,
What melts us most!—Variety and State!
Air.
Turn and see what Pleasures woo you,
Let not Love in vain pursue you,
Seize his Blessings while you may,
Love has Wings and will not stay.
Let not Love in vain pursue you,
Seize his Blessings while you may,
Love has Wings and will not stay.
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Seize his Blessings whilst you may,
Love has Wings, and will not stay.
ZAIDA.
Recit. Accomp.
Deluders hence!—Your Spells are weak,
My Zoreb's stronger Spells to break;
For him alone I draw my Breath,
With him I could rejoice in Death.
[It thunders, grows dark, and the Garden shakes, All the Women run off, but Zaida and Lyssa.
LYSSA.
Recit.
'Tis Past—the softer Passions take their Flight,
Moroc, comes arm'd in Terrors and in Night!
Destruction in his Eye, and in his Hand,
The Scepter of His Wrath—His Ebon Wand.
SCENE II.
Moroc, Zaida, Lyssa.MOROC.
Recit. Accomp.
No more I come with Sighs and Pray'rs,
A proud ungrateful Fair to sue:
Revenge a Festival prepares,
A Festival for Love and you!
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LYSSA,
O hear her Sighs, believe her Tears,
The Heart may change that pants with Fears.
[To Moroc.
ZAIDA.
Hear not my Sighs, nor trust my Tears,
My Heart may pant, but not with Fears:
His Treasure lost, the Miser mourns.
LYSSA.
More Treasure found, his Joy returns.
MOROC.
Hence Jealousy and love-sick Cares!
Vengeance now my Bosom tears!
LYSSA.
“The Joys of Power will here attend thee!
ZAIDA.
“The Joys of Love with Zoreb send me!
LYSSA.
“With him your Heart new Woes would prove.
ZAIDA.
“I fear no Woes with him I love.
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“Away with Love and fond Desires—
“Vengeance rage with all thy Fires.”
Recit.
“Vengeance rage with all thy Fires.”
Lyssa, depart!—this is no Hour for Joy,
I come not now to pity; but destroy—
[Exit Lyssa, &c.
To Zaida's Arms her Lover I resign;
He's dead, and dying thought you mine,
For him alone you draw your Breath,
With him you shall rejoice in Death!
I come not now to pity; but destroy—
[Exit Lyssa, &c.
To Zaida's Arms her Lover I resign;
He's dead, and dying thought you mine,
For him alone you draw your Breath,
With him you shall rejoice in Death!
[Dead March.
SCENE III.
A Tomb rises from the Ground, in which Zoreb lies, Kaliel standing by him with his Wand on his Breast.ZAIDA.
Recit. Accomp.
My Zoreb—dead!—then Sorrow is no more:
Now let the Lightning flash, the Thunder roar!
Now let the Lightning flash, the Thunder roar!
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Back to your Source weak, foolish, Tears,
Away, fond Love, and Woman's Fears;
A nobler Passion warms:
The Dove shall soar with Eagle's Wing,
From Earth I spring,
And fly to Heav'n, and Zoreb's Arms.
Away, fond Love, and Woman's Fears;
A nobler Passion warms:
The Dove shall soar with Eagle's Wing,
From Earth I spring,
And fly to Heav'n, and Zoreb's Arms.
[Offers to stab herself; Moroc runs to prevent her, and in his Fright drops his Ebon Wand, which Kaliel takes up.
MOROC.
Hold, desp'rate Fair—
[Takes away the Dagger.
No more will I employ
Love's softer Arts, but seize, and force my Joy.
[Takes hold of her.
ZAIDA.
Help, heav'nly Pow'rs!
MOROC.
What Pow'r can Moroc fear?
KALIEL.
The Pow'r of Virtue—which I now revere!
With thy own Arms thy guilty Reign I end,
No longer Moroc's Slave, but Zaida's Friend.
Thus do I blast thee—As the Thunder's Stroke
Blasts the proud Cedar—All thy Charms are broke.
[Kaliel strikes Moroc with the Wand, and he sinks.
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SCENE IV.
ZAIDA.How shall I thank the Guardian of my Fame?
[kneels to Kaliel.
KALIEL.
Rise, Zaida!—Peace!—more thanks shall Kaliel claim.
Behold thy Zoreb dead to mortal View,
The Spells dissolv'd, shall wake to Life, and you.
Recit. Accomp.
This magic Wand, in Moroc's Hand
Did wound, oppress:
In Kaliel's Hand this magic Wand
Shall heal, and bless.
Air.
Did wound, oppress:
In Kaliel's Hand this magic Wand
Shall heal, and bless.
O faithful Youth,
To shake thy Truth,
No more shall Fiends combine:
Now gently move,
To meet that Love,
That Truth which equals thine.
To shake thy Truth,
No more shall Fiends combine:
Now gently move,
To meet that Love,
That Truth which equals thine.
[While the Symphony is playing, Zoreb rises gradually from the Tomb.
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Air.
“What Angel's Voice, what sweet enchanting Breath
“Calls hapless Zoreb from the Bed of Death?
“In Terror's Gloom,
“Night's awful Womb,
“My Soul imprison'd lay,
“But now I wake to Day,
“Too weak my Power's to bear this Flood of Light,
“For all Elyzium opens to my Sight.”
[looks rapturously on Zaida.
ZAIDA.
O Zoreb!—O my Lord!—My bosom Guest!
Transport is mute! My Eyes must speak the rest.
ZOREB.
And do I wake to Bliss, as well as Life!
'Tis more than Bliss!—'tis Zaida—'tis my Wife.
KALIEL.
In Fate's mysterious Web this Knot was wove:
Thus Heaven rewards your Constancy and Love.
[joins their Hands.
Duett.
ZOREB, ZAIDA.
No Power could divide us, no Terror dismay,
No Treasures could bribe us, no Falshood betray:
No Demons could tempt us, no Pleasure could move,
No Magic could bind us, but the Magic of Love.
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The Spell round my Heart was the Image of You;
Then how could I fail to be constant and true?
ZAIDA.
The Spell round my Heart was the Image of You;
Then how could I fail to be constant and true?
KALIEL.
Recit.
Hence ye wicked Sprites away!
Passion yields to Reason's Sway:
Purer Beings of the Air
Hover round and guard this Pair:
Love and Innocence appear!
Love and Virtue triumph here.
[Waves his Wand.
SCENE V.
Enter Shepherds, Shepherdesses, &c.KALIEL.
Air.
Ye Sons of Simplicity,
Love and Felicity,
Ye Shepherds who pipe on the Plain;
Leave your Lambs and your Sheep,
Our Revels to keep,
Which Zoreb and Zaida ordain.
Love and Felicity,
Ye Shepherds who pipe on the Plain;
Leave your Lambs and your Sheep,
Our Revels to keep,
Which Zoreb and Zaida ordain.
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Your Smiles of Tranquility,
Hearts of Humility,
Each Fiend of the Bosom destroy:
For Virtue and Mirth
To Blessings give Birth,
Which Zoreb and Zaida enjoy.
Hearts of Humility,
Each Fiend of the Bosom destroy:
For Virtue and Mirth
To Blessings give Birth,
Which Zoreb and Zaida enjoy.
Chorus.
How happy the Hour,
When Passion and Pow'r
No longer united, no longer oppress:
When Beauty and Youth
With Love, and with Truth!
For ever united, for ever shall bless.
A Dance of Shepherds, Shepherdesses, &c. &c.
FINIS.
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