Eudora A Tragedy |
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SCENE I.
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SCENE I.
—THE PALACE.THE KING, MAJONE, OFFICERS, &c.
MAJONE.
'Tis unexampled treachery; beyond
The reach of thought! my foolish easy nature
With false compassion pleaded for his life;
Joined in Eudora's suit; nor would believe
Strong proofs of guilt: but these heart-piercing words,
These sacred orders of my dying prince
Strike full conviction on my soul!—I fly
To see his murderer pay blood for blood
With ample retribution.
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Yes! let him expire
In tortures equal to his guilt! but thou!
Stay thou, my good Majone! to support
The fainting spirits of thy aged master!
Tho' all my prayer was to revenge my son,
A thousand thoughts embitter my revenge,
And make the justice, which I longed to do
Most grievous to my soul: the mild Eudora,
And old Verino cannot share his falsehood:
Worn out with battles nobly fought for me,
He could not enter into hellish leagues,
Against his master, and his friend: Inform me,
Where is Verino?
OFFICER.
Passing to the palace
But now my liege, I heard the unhappy chief
Rave in wild frenzy to the pitying croud,
Who pressed to gaze upon him: now in scorn
He curst his foes: and now with bitter groans,
That pierced the heart, he cried, “my murdered Raymond!”
And ever as he spoke that much loved name,
Rent the white locks in anguish from his head,
And drenched them in his tears.
Anon, a sudden swell of frantic joy
Appeared to drown remembrance of his grief,
And lift his soul to Heaven; but sunk as sudden,
And plunged him deeper in the gulf of horror.
THE KING.
What! my companion! my old faithful soldier
Could he distracted wander in our streets,
Without a friend to lead him to his home?
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Many, my liege, with kindest art have tried
To guide him to a place of rest; but still
He slighted all.—And some of warmer zeal
With gentle force endeavoured to compel him:
Then raged he more, and instantly a number
Of angry veterans interfered, who oft
Had fought beneath him in the fields of glory,
In pity mingled with religious awe
They gazed upon him, swore he should not suffer
Constraint so painful, and thus forced his friends
To give his madness way—but see! my liege,
See! where with frantic and triumphant gesture
He rushes on toward you!
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