ACT I.
Enter EMIRA.
WEARIED at length by their own raging toil,
Her spirits sink to rest: kind sleep affords
The only boon the wretched mind can feel,
A momentary respite from despair.
Enter ZILIA.
Emira.
Who's there?—That look alarming!—Zilia, say
Wherefore this sudden haste?—How fares it now
With Orellana?
Zilia.
Still a calm repose
Suspends the tumult of the mighty passions,
That war within. Nature quite harrass'd down
Repairs the waste of grief.
Emira.
But oh! too soon
With keener sense to waken her again
To the strong agonies that rend her soul.
How wears the night?—
Zilia.
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It verges to the dawn.
Emira.
Then 'tis th' accustom'd hour, the only hour
Of all that circle time's diurnal round,
When Orellana knows suspence from pain.
Zilia.
The sun that form'd her, lent his brightest rays,
His purest elements of sacred fire.—
Hence all the virtues that but dimly shine.
In breasts of common mould, in her sublim'd,
Burn to a fierce extravagance of soul.
Emira.
Yet what avails the great indignant spirit,
The gen'rous flame for Freedom and Peru?
The fever of her mind too soon must end
Her weary frame.—The live-long day it rages,
And each returning night,—when all things else
Thro' wide creation's round feel wonted rest,
She only wakes to misery:—Forlorn she sits
With streaming eyes, while unrelenting cares
Waste all within; and ever and anon
In short distracted dreams wild fancy acts
New scenes of terror in her blasted mind.
Enter ORELLANA.
Orel.
Horror! Protect me! Save me;—Seas of blood
Run purple round the altar—'tis my brother—
Barbarian hold!—It is Alzuma bleeds—
Inhuman murd'rers! Oh!
Faints.
Emira.
'Tis ever thus:—
Sad visionary terrors rack her brain,—
Too wretched mourner, victim of despair!—
Orel.
Oh! 'tis too much, too much to suffer—Zilia,
Art thou there?—Ever friendly, kind, and good!—
Emira too!—why, sister virgins, why
Must you still labour with my weight of woe?
Emira.
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Attending thee we but obey the call
Of duty and of love.—Dispel thy fears,
And hush this tumult of disorder'd fancy.
Orel.
Would heav'n I could!—But these imaginings
Were terrible indeed!—Round yonder couch
Such horrid phantoms rose.
Emira.
Forget 'em all—
You've nothing now to fear.—
Orel.
Alas, the wretched
Have ev'ry thing to fear—Methought Pizarro
With fury dragg'd me to the altar's foot;
There urg'd imperious to renounce my gods,
And wed Don Carlos; with apostate zeal
My mother join'd her aid;—conspir'd against me;
When, oh! distracting sight! my brother, rushing
To save a sister from the vile dishonour,
Receiv'd Pizarro's dagger in his heart.—
The altar smoak'd with gore;—the cruel Spaniard
Look'd a grim joy to see the only hope
Of desolate Peru,—a Prince descended
From a long race of Kings, ignobly fall,
And welter in his blood before him.
Emira.
Yet,
These are but fancied ills—Alzuma lives
Safe in obscurity, far hence remote.
Prostrate Peru may lift her head again,
And heav'n restore a brother to your arms.
Orel.
Delusive thought! Yet let me fondly cherish
The soothing flattery.—Oh! Sister virgins,
Should e'er the hero bless my longing eyes,
I could embrace him with a sister's love,
And in his sight forget my sorrows past.
But oh! vain hope!—He would not know me now
Thus with'ring in my bloom—As yet an infant
number'd scarce ten years, when hence he went
[Page 4] To Chili's realms, ere the foe burst upon us,—
To learn the course of ev'ry orb above,
And all the myst'ries of his parent sun.
Mean time the Spaniard—but I'll not retrace
That tale of horror.—Since that hour accurst,
Ten times the sun hath made his annual circle,
Nor yet Alzuma reigns!—Alas! my virgins,
Distinction's lost amongst us, and the last
Surviving Inca of undone Peru
Sinks to a slave,—a wand'rer o'er the land!—
Emira.
Rekindle not the fury of your soul—
For lo! with purple light the orient morn
Glows in yon Eastern clime!—Don Carlos soon,
As is his wont, with early importunity
Will press his ardent suit. Be timely cautious,
Nor let him find pale grief and discontent
For ever dwell in Orellana's breast.—
'Twill rouze the Spaniard's rage—a cloyster'd virgin
With thee, I worship'd the eternal fire.—
'Tis friendship prompts, if I presume to wish
You'd not provoke the foe.
Orel.
I know thy truth,
Thy constancy approv'd;—and Carlos too
I grant has qualities that claim respect.
Emira.
Tho' other gods he worship, yet in him
Religion wears a gentler mien, nor serves
To sanctify rapacity and murder.—
'Tis love perhaps,—for sure he fondly loves—
'Tis love perhaps,—not virtue,—that allays
His fiercer passions,—but whate'er the cause,
He is our shield from stern Pizarro's rage:
To him unnumber'd millions lift their hands,
And thank him with their tears for life preserv'd.—
Orel.
'Tis true, Emira—oft I've known him check
The rage of wasting war—oft at his voice
[Page 5] Ev'n Persecution rests upon her altar,
Thirsting for blood in vain.—And yet this heart
Was never form'd for him—yon radiant God,
Tho' each revolving day he rise to view
His once lov'd region, now a land of slaves,
To see the Spaniard triumph in his guilt,
Nor rolls th' avenging thunder o'er his head,
Nor sends the rapid light'ning down to blast him,
Tho' he disdain not still to shine alike
On vice and suffering virtue—Ha! no more—
'Twere impious madness—thou creat'st us all,
Thou glorious luminary!—Thou the source
Of light, and life, and universal good!
From thee we issue, and to thee return!
Thou mighty parent!
(kneel down)
Thou bright orbit, Thou
Still inexhausted lead'st the radiant years,
Thro' all creation pour'st thy golden flood,
Thy vivid energy—without thee nought
Or fair, or useful springs—to thee all nature
Wafts up her orisons;—to thee I swear
Whate'er shall prove the fate of Orellana,
Thy sacred beams shall never,—never see her
Leagu'd with her country's foes; shall ne'er behold her
A vile apostate from her holy vow.—
Enter EZMONT.
Emira.
Ezmont, why sudden thus—and hark! unfold—
A flourish of trumpets.
What means that musick, that triumphant joy?
Ezmont.
With early zeal Pizarro seeks the altar
To celebrate his foreign rites.—
Orell.
And fire
His unrelenting heart to new exploits.
Ezmont.
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A captive band from various prisons led
Walk in his train, and follow to the temple,
There to abjure their country, and their gods,
Or meet their instant doom.—
Orel.
And does my mother
Attend the guilty pomp?
Ezmont.
She does—with her
All their whole courtier-band attend Pizarro,
All but Don Carlos;—with a lover's speed
This way he bends his steps;—my swiftest zeal
Could scarce outstrip him.—
Orel.
Leave me virgins, leave me—
Ezmont I thank thy care.
(they go out.) Now summon all
Thy calmest patience, and thy firm resolve.
Enter DON CARLOS.
Carlos.
Let this auspicious morn dispel thy cares,
And each successive hour on balmy wings
Bring peace, bring health, and beauty's roseate bloom;—
Does Orellana shun me?—hither turn
Thy gracious aspect; let those azure eyes
Beam with their gentlest radiance.—
Orel.
Those eyes
With galling tears have long since lost their lustre—
They, like the daughters of rapacious Spain,
Have not yet learn'd to gild the cloud of woe,
Inspire the look, and animate the glance,
While misery lays desolate the heart.
Carlos.
Let love diffuse his cordial o'er thy spirits
Soon shall each grace awaken, soon thy heart
Beat sprightly notes of rapture and of joy.
Orel.
Oh! talk not, Carlos, to a wretch forlorn,
And lost as I am,—do not talk of joy.
[Page 7] No more shall pleasure visit this sad form,
This breathing statue of despair.
Carlos.
Despair
But ill requites th' indulgent care of heav'n,
That now invites thee to enjoy with me
Your share of love, and empire.—
Orel.
Take again,
Take back your vows of friendship and of love.—
I do entreat you take'em—bear'em hence
To the bright dames that grace your native land—
Worthier they'll listen to you—they have hearts
Prone to thy soft impressions—they have hearts
That never bled to see the ruthless sword,
Thy sword,
Don Carlos, lay their country waste;—
Thou hast not injur'd them;—but oh! respect
A captive wretch,—a wretch that has full cause,
Yet pours no curses on thee!—
Carlos.
Wilt thou thus,
Relentless fair! wilt thou then wound me thus
With stern reproach?—Under a father's banner
I wag'd the war; and if her purple wing
Propitious victory wav'd o'er my head,
The world can witness, who by me have fall'n,
All bravely fell in the embattled field,
Not naked and disarm'd—In me the vanquish'd
Have found a friend—'T was
Orellana's will.—
Her conqu'ring eyes have half aveng'd her country,
And made the victor beauty's willing slave.
His laurels bloom for thee;—he lays his trophies,
His scepter at your seet—thy native realm
Wooes thee to sov'reign sway, and bids thee rule
The western world, when to her softer clime
Spain shall invite thy mother.—
Orel.
Name her not—
I would not think upon her crimes—become
[Page 8] The conqu'ror's wife,—oh! shameless guilt!—become
The frantic votarist of Spanish gods,
She fires his haughty soul to tenfold rage.—
This day prepares new victims—oh! my Lord,
If your religion does not quite suppress
The voice of nature, save the lives of wretches;
Plead thou their cause;—let me not see again
The streaming blood of innocence.
Carlos.
I move
By thy command alone; and oh! bright maid,
The pity I extend, will surely claim
The soft return of thine.
Orell.
Alas! My Lord,
Much I esteem thy goodness; much I honour
Thy many virtues—but a holy vow
Forbids my love; and tell me, should I grant it,
Would'st thou receive an interdicted wretch,
With counterfeited smiles to thy embrace?
Believe me, sir, who dares renounce her gods,
Will dare be false to man.
Enter PIZARRO, ORAZIA,
attendants, &c.
Pizarro.
Come near my son,
Thou seest thy father with assiduous care
Spreading the glories of his king and God
O'er this new world.
Carlos.
My father's fervent zeal
Shall stand time honour'd in the rolls of fame.
Vanquish'd Peru thro' all her cities mourns
Thy vast renown in arms; it now were time
That weary conquest should abate her rigours,
And peace begin to harmonize the world.—
Orazia.
As yet, young warrior, our untutor'd race
To thee is little known—an Indian mind
[Page 9] Is wrapp'd in errors mist's; from fabling priests
Hears impious legends; in each falling show'r,
Each cloud that sails upon yon azure deep,
Conceives the present deity; in dreams,
Which fever'd fancy forms, still thinks it hears
Loud oracles, commercing with its gods.
The Daemons and the human faculties
Are then in dark conspiracy, and all
Is bigot rage, and cruelty and horror.—
This gloom must be dispell'd; and force, my son,
'Tis force must execute the holy work.
Carlos.
And think we then our duty unperform'd
Unless we imitate with furious zeal
Heav'n's vengeance, not it's mercy?
Pizarro.
Justice calls
For vengeance on a blind offending world.
I know my mission here—beneath the tropic
The holy cross I've borne, and in that sign
Pizarro still shall conquer—be it mine
To stretch the ray of truth, and bid the Indian
Kneel and adore!
Carlos.
Almagro's conqu'ring arm
In Chili's realm hath crush'd the savage war.
The western world hath heard the hideous ruin,
And suppliant courts the yoke.
Pizarro.
But still Alzuma
Lives for new tumult—
Orazia.
Lives to bid his mother
With tears and burning blushes hear his name.
Proud, uncontroulable, and fierce of spirit;
Ev'n in his earliest youth, his boyish days,
When the grim tiger from the thicket rush'd,
Did he once fly?—Did he not ev'n then
Dare the encounter?—the fell monster gor'd
His youthful breast, and if his father's arm
[Page 10] Had not transfix'd the savage to the earth,
Alzuma then had died.—Since that he bore
The tiger's mark, and ere the down of manhood
Sprung on his cheek, went from his mother far;
Grew up implacable of soul, and now
With dire alarms shakes all the Western World.
Carlos.
And if our crimes provoke—
Pizarro.
Our crimes, my son!
Orazia.
That thought to Orellana owes its birth;
In soft captivity she holds him bound;
Her beauty leads him with a single glance,
Moves with a sigh and softens with a tear,
And love and grace by turns dispute his heart.
Pizarro,
Hear Orellana—say, thou beauteous mourner,
How long shall tears and slow consuming grief
Deform thy native graces?
Orel.
Pardon, Sir,
If the rough manners of my native clime
Form'd me in plain simplicity—unskill'd
In all the studied elegance of feature,
I only know to look my honest meaning;
An artless savage, a forsaken wretch,
Whom joy has long forsworn!—
Orazia.
In Cusco's court,
Where ev'ry face but thine is deck'd with smiles,
Such persevering sorrow ill besits
Orazia's daughter—while your mother still
Ev'n with the victor shares her ancient sceptre,
You have full cause of joy.—And tell me, does not
That gen'rous youth, Pizarro's gallant son,
Breathe gentlest vows, and languish for your love?
Orel.
Ay, Madam!—Love and tenderness he brings,
But sighs and tears are all I have to give.—
Orazia.
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Away with vain excuse—thou trifler hear;
Spain's pure religion calls—this moment yield,
And rank thee with the faithful.—
Orel.
That command—
Orazia.
Must be obey'd.
Orel.
Alas!
[...]ull well you know
Force has already dragg'd me to your altar;—
There while the censer wreath'd its fragrant clouds,
While pealing organs swell'd the solemn note,
And through deep lengthen'd isles consenting choirs
Harmonious hymn'd their god,—not to your heav'n
My pray'rs were offer'd—No! ye holy pow'rs
Whom long Peru hath worshipp'd,—in that hour
You rush'd between me and their Christian pomp,
Bore my rapt soul to your own orbs on high,
And shrines, and burning lamps, grew dim before me.
Enter GONZALEZ.
Orazia.
Invincible in ignorance.
Gonzalez.
My Lord,—
The slaves remain obdurate.
Pizarro.
Ha! reject
The terms of proffer'd life!
Gonzalez.
Their eyes intent
Gaze on two leaders, from whose fierce demeanour
They gain new courage, obstinate in guilt.
Their chiefs, by my command, attend your presence.—
Enter ALZUMA,
and OZMAR.
Pizarro.
Say, what art thou, who with indignant spirit
Has dar'd to mock our laws?
Alzuma.
One born in freedom!
[Page 12] One, who while yet he lives, like frecdom's son
Will dare to think.—
Pizarro.
Reflect, rash youth, and take
New life from this auspicious day.
Alzuma.
The day,
That sees a man crouch in ignoble bondage,
Sees ev'ry virtue lost.—
Pizarro.
Beware, thou slave!
Know'st thou that instant death awaits you both?
Alzuma.
We know it—we expect it—we invoke it—
'Twill end our misery.
Pizarro.
Thou insolent!—
All gracious heav'n, that still delights in mercy—
Alzuma.
Mercy!—delights in mercy!
Pizarro.
Yes;—his word
Gives life and peace to all—
Alzuma.
And darest thou then,
Thou fell destroyer!—Ravager of earth!
And dar'st thou then in horrid contrast stand
To infinite benevolence?—
Pizarro.
No more
I'll parley with obdurate guilt—Gonzalez,
Guard thou those miscreants; see they suffer death,
And by their torments warn an impious race.—
Exit with Orazia, and attendants.
Orel.
Oh! Carlos—gen'rous youth! If any spark
Of love dwell in thy nature, quickly fly,
Pursue your cruel father, haste, prevent.
The horrid murder—what have they committed?
What is their crime?—Oh! do not see them bleed,
For daring to be true to heav'n.
Carlos
I go,
Thou gen'rous maid, to execute your will.
Exit.
Orel.
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Or gain their liberty, or else the hour
That sees 'em fall, will end this wretched being.
(
Exit after Carlos.
Alzuma.
And are there feelings here for human woe?
Gon.
Guards, lead your pris'ners hence.
Alzuma.
Spaniard a word.—
Wilt thou indulge one moment to the wretched?—
I thank thee—Ozmar, we have walk'd together
The rugged paths of honour;—to the last
Grappled with fate,—against the foe have strain'd
Bold virtue's nerve;—Oh! let it never slacken,
But bear us strongly up like men, who boast
Souls ever prompt for liberty or death.
Ozmar.
Sunk as we are, our country bleeding round us,
Our cities sack't, our very gods dishonour'd,
Death is relief, is victory and triumph.—
Alzuma.
But let us entertain our doom, my friend,
In silent dignity:—Amidst our pangs
Let no dejected passion tell the Spaniard,
Alzuma dies in me!—
Ozmar.
Not all the tortures
Their vengeance can inflict, shall e'er extort
One secret from me.
Alzuma.
Let him shudder still
With dire conceptions at Alzuma's name;
Still let him think Alzuma roams the forest,
Climbs the steep mountain's brow, or down the lake
Glides in the swift canoe to rouze the war,
And call the nations to a great revenge.
Let that pursue him still—Oh! let that thought,
And the dire furies of detested guilt
With ceaseless pangs inhabit in his heart.
Alzuma dies content!—
Ozmar
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The tyrant's pow'r
Is short liv'd o'er us, and his murd'rous rage
But sets the hero free.—
Alzuma.
His pow'r may shackle
These mortal limbs; but the unbodied spirit
Shall bear its native liberty along,
To the bless'd vale behind the cloud capt hill,
The silent region of departed souls,
That region undiscover'd by the Spaniard!—
Where our forefathers in unfading bliss,
Prepare the roseate bow'r, and weave the chaplet,
For deeds heroic done in life; for all,
Who firm in honour, by distress unconquer'd,
Have smil'd in woe, and to their graves have carried
The sacred charter of the free born mind.
END OF THE FIRST ACT.
ACT II.
Scene at the Gate of the Church, or Temple of the Sun.
Enter ALZUMA.
DOST thou not hear me, lost Peru?—Not hear
The clank of these vile chains that fetter thus
Your rightful sov'reign?—Wherefore thus again
Led to their Christian temple?—Why their guards
Plac'd at each pass?—Is this, just gods, a lot
For your own progeny?—Yet even here,
Here still is room for fortitude and honour.
Yes, ye calamities of this bad world,
Pour all your destin'd malice on my head!
Ye storms, ye tempests roar! Each change of fortune
Is but a change of virtue.—
Enter OZMAR.
Alzuma.
Valiant Ozmar,
Let me embrace thee—Ozmar, spite of all
My heart's best firmness, it drops blood for thee.
Ozmar.
Alzuma! Tears!—And dost thou think me then
So poor of soul?—
Aluuma.
Ozmar, I will not weep.
I will not stain a righteous cause with tears.—
And yet frail nature thus will gush it's way.
Oh! there's a cause that consecrates each drop
That burns it's channel down the soldier's cheek!
Ozmar, to see a nation bleeding round us,
[Page 16] Yet fetter'd thus in chains—I cannot speak—
Thy own great heart will tell thee.—
Ozmar.
Gen'rous Prince!
Embitter not the cup of woe.—
Alzuma.
To die
Inglorious! Unreveng'd!—My father's death,
Thy savage massacre, lamented shade!
Oh! Atabalipa, yet unatton'd!
His queen Orazia, my much honour'd mother,
How has fate dealt with her?—My sister too,
Poor Orellana!—'Tis a long, long time
Since last these eyes beheld her.—Breathes she still
The vital air?—And oh! what happy clime
Affords her innocence and truth a shelter?
Alzuma knows not, and that piercing thought
Unmans my soul, and gives a sting to death.
Ozmar.
The holy pow'rs, who watch o'er innocence—
Alzuma.
No pow'rs protect it now.—Where were ye, gods,
In that black period when the Spanish spoiler
First spoke in thunder to us?—Not your own
Thrice honour'd temples then contain'd ye!—No!
Your sacred temples, and your holy altars
You left defenceless.—You have lost your rites,
Your kings their empire, and Peru her freedom.
Ozmar.
If deeds heroic could have sav'd the state
Thy own great patriot toil—
Alzuma.
Where were ye, gods,
When late in Chili's wide extended plains
I sought the embattled foe?—From ev'ry quarter
I brought the western world in arms.—The sun
Beneath the burning line beheld my course,
Back to the Tropic saw my rapid march;—
[Page 17] The queen of night and ev'ry vivid planet
Walking in brightness their empyreal round
Saw my unwearied labour—saw me guide
Down the broad Amazon my rapid bark,
Each island visiting; on ev'ry shore
Invoking vengeance; heav'n beheld it all,
Yet left me in th' extreme, to hostile gods,
Th' unjust, revengeful, cruel gods of Spain,
Betray'd a faithful unsuspecting race.—
Ozmar.
Yes, all, all's lost, all ruin'd!—That last battle
Has giv'n 'em up the world—Almagro's arms
Heap'd hideous ruin on us—
Alzuma.
Ozmar there,
There liberty amidst that purple heap
Her gen'rous bosom, grac'd with honest scars,
Groan'd and expir'd.—Oh! City of the Sun,
Ye sacred ashes of my friends, who perish'd
In your lov'd country's last expiring blaze!
Oh! seat of empire!—Witness in your fall
I have dar'd nobly for you.
Enter GONZALEZ
and Guards.
Gon.
Be those chains
Instant releas'd, and set the pris'ners free.
Soldiers unchain them.
Alzuma.
Ah! that soft virgin form appears again!
This way she bends her steps.—What may this mean?
Enter ORELLANA.
Orel.
There is your warrant, Sir,—Pizarro's hand
Hath sign'd their freedom!
Gon.
I obey the mandate.
Exit with soldiers.
Alzuma.
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Tell me, thou fair unknown! To what new scenes
Our fate reserves us both?—
Orel.
Humanity
And justice plead your cause.
Alzuma.
And does thy heart
Feel the soft touch of nature for the wretched?
Orel.
Stranger, my heart is feelingly alive
When misery claims a tear—that fruitless tribute
Is all I can, and heav'n demands it of me.
Alzuma.
I pray ye mock me not—a Spaniard's heav'n
Inspires revenge, and cruelty and murder.
Orel.
In me you see a daughter of Peru,
And nature and religion bind me to you.
Alzuma.
Then our own gods watch o'er affliction still,
And at their hands I do accept my life.
Oh! Gen'rous virgin, I respect thy virtues—
The pow'rs that gave them, will reward them too—
If not, in ev'ry state, in death or conquest,
They are their own sweet recompence.
Orel.
That mien!
That prompt heroic ardor!—Stranger, say
Whence and what art thou?—
Alzuma.
By my birth obscure:—
Almagro late beheld me grasp the javelin,
And 'midst the gen'ral carnage of that day,
Seek death in vain thro' all the paths of war.
Orel.
Ah! tell me then?—I tremble while I ask—
Where is Alzuma?—Lives he.—Does he yet
Elude the tyrant's search?—Or has he sought
The vale of fleeting spirits?—Quickly tell me,
For oh! I long to hear—
Alzuma.
Support me, Ozmar—
Her tender sympathy—
Ozmar.
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Now summon all
Your manly firmness.—she's a stranger yet—
Let prudence guard thee—
Orel.
Ah! distract me not—
Why art thou pale!—Why gath'ring in thy eye
Stand those round drops?—Alas! he is no more—
Ozmar.
Alzuma lives!
Orel.
Lives!
Ozmar.
But far hence remote
Seeks a retreat for misery and freedom—
Orel.
Then am I bless'd indeed!—
Alzuma.
Absorb'd in wonder,
My flutt'ring soul feels all her functions lost.
Orel.
Weep'st thou, brave youth?—Ah! Say what hidden cause—
Alzuma.
Thy gen'rous tenderness.—Like you I'm born
With too much sensibility of heart.
Orel.
Indeed you seem to bear a noble nature—
Say will you undertake like men, and dare
A hardy enterprize, that tends at once
To your own safety and the general weal?
Alzuma.
Speak thy intent.—Ev'n ruin'd as we are
We boast the virtue still to serve thy cause.
Orel.
Then mark my words—anon, when in the palace,
All court the Spaniard's smiles, and do the work
Of low ambition, then with cautious step
Repair ye both to yonder sacred temple,
In happier days the temple of the Sun!
Now other worship, other rites prevail.—
Employ'd in secret duty there you'll find me.
Orel.
What would Gonzalez?—
Gon.
With determin'd haste
The empress seeks you.—
Orel.
Lead your captives forth.—
They bow and are going out.
Enter ORAZIA.
Orazia.
These are the insolents whom thy entreaty
Has sav'd from justice.
Orel.
To Don Carlos' goodness
I bow in gratitude.—
Orazia.
Take heed, rash men,
Or vengeance waits you—
(
they go out.)
Orellana hear.
Don Carlos languishes with gentlest passion,
And wooes you to his arms.—A mother's voice
Commands thee to abjure fictitious gods,
And make thee lineal to our ancient sceptre.—
Orel.
What, while my brother lives!—
Orazia.
Pizarro sees,
At length with indignation sees his slave
Suspend the progress of our righteous faith.
Orel.
His slave!—A robber's flave!—Is that befitting?
Is that my mother?—These are virtue's tears—
They mean you no offence.—
Orazia.
Ungrateful child!
Still with incessant rage to steel your heart,
Against a victor, whom high Heav'n approves,
Against a mother, who would save you still.
Orel.
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The tyrant has my curses—I avow it—
My bitterest imprecations on him!—But
A mother claims respect—Then hear my pray'r—
Let not your Christian worship, while it gives
New modes of faith—Oh! let it ne'er efface
The virtues of humanity—
Exit.
Orazia.
Oh! blind,
And fatal superstition!—fix'd in error,
Alas! she sees not that by heav'n commission'd
To chase credulity Pizzaro came,
And reigns by right divine o'er ev'ry heart.
Oh! happy state! Christian Orazia now
Glows for the honour of eternal truth,—
To that bows rev'rent down, and joys to see
Awful religion bear the sword of justice.
Exit.
Scene the Temple of the Sun.
Enter ALZUMA
and OZMAR.
Alzuma.
Tread you not, Ozmar, with a solemn fear
This hallow'd pavement?
Ozmar.
As I trace thy steps,
A thousand mix'd emotions heave within me.
Alzuma.
Thou sacred dome! Thou venerable pile!
Where erst the pious daughters of the Sun
In meditation dwelt, and sacred song!
No more for you those rites—no more you'll hear
Their pious vows, and their melodious strains.
The Spanish robber violates your altars,
And foreign gods possess you.—
Ozmar.
Yet, Alzuma,
Who knows what that bright maid.—
Alzuma.
Some deep intent
[Page 22] Rolls in her bosom—hark!—a feeble sound
Comes slowly winding thro' yon lengthen'd isle
Musick is heard at a distance
It gains upon the ear—and lo! a train
Of supplicating nymphs—ye host of heav'n!
Our own solemnities! how my heart glows
With pious ardour! Let us hence, my friend,
Lest we intrude upon their virgin choir.
They retire.
Enter ORELLANA, EMIRA, ZILIA,
and other Virgins. An Image of the Sun, the Moon, &c. in their Hands, a Censer of Fire, and some strewing Flowers.
ODE.
I.
Bright orb, that rul'st th' aetherial way,
And pour'st the radiant flood of day;
Thou sister regent of the night,
Who shed'st o'er all thy sober light;
Ye stars, that gle
[...] from pole to pole;
Ye thunders o'er our heads that roll;
Ye lightnings, rains, ye storms on high,
That speak the present deity;
Hear your own servants; hear our virgin throng;
Oh! save Alzuma—hear our mystic song.
II.
Ye band of venerable just,
Ye warriors long since laid in dust;
Whether in silent groves ye stray,
Glow in the stars or solar way;
Assemble all ye mighty dead,
And stalk around the Spaniard's bed;
Awaken all the fiends of hell;
Assist Alzuma; arm each honest hand,
And tear a guilty tyrant from the land.
They go out in procession.
Enter ALZUMA
and OZMAR.
Alzuma.
For me their vows ascend!—the pious train
Warble their orizons for lost Alzuma!—
Oh! Ozmar, Oh! my friend!—the melting notes
With thoughts that burn expand my glowing soul.
Ha! that sweet maid approaches!—
Enter ORELLANA.
Ozmar.
Now be hush'd
Each sudden transport—to disclose thy name.
Might fatal prove.
ORELLANA
coming forward.
Alas! my spirits sink—
Cold tremors shake my frame.—
Alzuma.
Your pardon, virgin,
That thus encroaching on the hallow'd hour—
Orel.
Strangers! you're welcome both—the wretched ever
Bear their own passport to me—train'd myself
In sad affliction's school, and wanting much
Some charitable aid, these hands are ready
To wipe the tear from the pale cheek of care.—
Alzuma.
Alas! misfortune, as we rise to life,
Prepares her chalice for each human lip:
We all are doom'd to weep.—
Orel.
Ye gen'rous youths,
I see you both are apt to melt at woe.—
I will not trouble you—
Alzuma.
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If there is aught
May serve you, virgin, trust your faithful slaves—
These tears but strengthen virtue—speak thy will.
Orel.
There is a business lab'ring in my heart
That calls for firmest vigour.—
Alzuma.
If to drench
A dagger's point in the fell Spaniard's blood—
Orel.
It wants no bloodshed—tell me will you serve me?—
Alzuma.
By heav'n I will—
Orel.
Say will you traverse o'er
The forests wild and continents of sand,
To bear a message to a much lov'd brother,
On whose dear life my happiness is grafted?
Alzuma.
Direct our course—we'll seek him straight.—
Orel.
Alas!
Banished far hence, dear youth! He little thinks
How here I drag the Spaniard's galling chain,
And neither live nor die.—But here I've form'd
In braided colours the sad tale of woe—
Takes out a braid of colours.
He knows not letters, which th' inventive Spaniard
Has hither brought—But this will tell him all—
This will instruct him to avoid this place—
Let me be wretched, I'll endure it all—
But bless him gods—watch over all his ways—
My woes must end me soon.—
Alzuma.
No, thou shalt join
Our flight—we'll bear thee to him—
Orel.
Weak of limb
My strength would fail me—wilt thou give him this?
Alzuma.
I will—by every Pow'r above, I will.
Orel.
Then take it, youth, and bear it to Alzuma.—
Alzuma.
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Alzuma!—
Orel.
Yes; to him.—
Alzuma.
Ye gracious powers!
And bear it to Alzuma!—Orellana!
Orel.
Those trembling accents! Oh! the various meanings
Of ev'ry feature—Ah! that look of thine—,
Alzuma.
I am, I am, Alzuma—Oh! my sister!
I, I am he—this fond embrace attests it.
She faints—she faints—Oh! couldst thou e'er have hop'd it?
'Tis Orellana!—'tis, it is my sister.
Orel.
That air! that face! just so my father look'd!—
I scarce can think it yet—thou art not—tell me—
Say art thou he?—Peru's surviving heir—
Art thou Alzuma?—does thy breast retain
The tiger's fang?
Alzuma.
It does, it does—
Orel.
Have I so long
Forbore to wander o'er him with my kisses?—
To clasp thee close, and own thee with my tears?—
Embraces him.
Alzuma.
Grow to thy brother's heart, thou virtuous maid!—
Ozmar, the Gods are here—they have not yet
Deserted innocence.—Thou watch, my friend,
That none intrude upon this hour of joy.—
Exit. Ozmar.
Orel.
Why didst thou venture here? to this dite place?
Oh! quickly fly—of all the Sun beheld
In his own city, by immortals rais'd,
This temple only stands.—
Alzuma.
Where is Orazia?—
Orel.
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She lives.
Alzuma
Then to her honour and her gods
She still lives true—I know her virtue well.—
Orel.
This side the grave no mortal virtue's known;—
She's married to Pizarro.
Alzuma.
Married to him!—
False to her faith, and married to Pizarro!—
Orel.
She shares his tyrant sceptre.—
Alzuma.
Oh! may heav'n—
Yet she's my mother still—forgive her gods!
If your dread sway can bear such crimes, forgive her,
And keep your red'ning vengeance for the Spaniard—
Say shall I see Orazia?—
Orel.
At yon portal
You met her dreadful frown.
Alzuma.
Was that my mother?—
Unnatural woman!
Orel.
In her ruin'd mind
Sits blind enthusiasm with'ring ev'ry virtue.
Zeal forges fetters for a free-born race,
And murder's blade gleams in religion's hand.
Alzuma.
Bright orb! thou hear'st it—I make no appeal
To you against her—but to find thee thus,
Thou best of sisters—'midst a mother's crimes
That rend my soul—it mixes tend'rest joy,
And makes these tears a transport. Tell thy brother,
What force upheld thee?—how hast thou sustain'd
Thy faith inviolate?—
Orel.
The Spaniard's rage
Lists ev'ry passion on the side of virtue.
Thou wer't far hence, know'st not the horrid night,
That heav'd this mighty empire from its base.
Alzuma.
[Page 27]
Ev'n now I shudder for thee!
Orell.
Cloyster'd here
Two hundred chosen virgins of the Sun,
Here in this very temple pour'd their praise
In midnight harmony to ev'ry god,
And bore thro' glimm'ring isles th'eternal fire;
When the foe rush'd upon us; burst the sanctuary
Which since the world's foundation 'till that hour
Man never dar'd profane—with virgin shrieks,
And female lamentation rung the dome;
Devouring rage, and pale dismay, and death
Ran wild in horrid forms; the crimson pavement
Floated with gore;—no check their fury felt,
'Till weary slaughter stopt at last for breath,
And spar'd a wretched few.
Alzuma.
Thou virtuous maid!
What pitying God preserv'd thee?
Orel.
'Twas in wrath,—
In vengeance I was sav'd—to greater ills
Alas! reserv'd!—to see my father murder'd—
Alzuma.
Oh!—blessed be his shade!—
Orel.
E'er since Pizarro
Urges to change my gods, and join his son
In impious wedlock—
Alzuma.
May his soul be plung'd
In ever burning floods of liquid gold,
And be his avarice the fiend that damns him!
Music heard.
Orel.
End we our conf'rence here—the virgin band
Wait my return—I would not have thee known—
Retire my brother—
Alzuma.
And must we part so soon?
Orel.
Alas! too sure we must—a faithful friend
[Page 28] Shall lead thee to the grove where oft I walk
In bitterness of soul.
Alzuma.
Yet e'er you go—
Here kneel, and swear by all the holy pow'rs
Whom with firm constancy Peru adores,
By the dear shades of long departed heroes,
Whom av'rice slaughter'd, or religion stabb'd,
Swear here, by all those great, those awful sanctions,
Thou never wilt betray thy plighted vows.
Orel.
Yes, Orellana ratifies the oath!
Alzuma.
Now once again come to this fond embrace.
We'll meet anon—
Orel.
We shall—
Alzuma.
Farewell, farewell!
She goes out.
Protect, ye pow'rs, that struggling innocence.
In your own holy cause she suffers all.
Are ye no more the gods of peace?—No more
Affliction's friends?—If that excelling goodness,
If she is wretched thus—yet let me not
Like the base Christian foe, with pious rage
Who deals destruction round, and deems his murder
Grateful on high—Oh! let me not like him
With horrid attributes affront my God!
Yes, Heav'n is bounteous still—ye gracious pow'rs!
Of you and your just ways I'll not complain.
You've made us virtuous, and have done enough!—
END OF THE SECOND ACT.
ACT III.
Scene the Temple.
Enter CARLOS
and GONZALEZ.
Car.
THOU hast my thanks, Gonzalez—my fond heart
But for thy watchful care had been the sport
Of a fierce savage beauty.—Now I know
The minion of her soul:—Oh! that reflection
Shoots all the fires of disappointed love
Thro' my distracted heart.
Gon.
Forgive, my lord,
If I unwittingly have fix'd a pang
That preys upon your peace.—In yonder grove
I saw them meet in secret interview.—
Car.
I saw them too—thy vigilance inform'd me—
These eyes beheld them in close amorous parley,
In ardent gaze—Beheld a peasant slave
Familiar with that luxury of charms,
With Orellana's charms! It fires to madness.
I saw that wretch whom I redeem'd from death,
At her request redeem'd—Unthinking fool!
I saw him meet her in the conscious grove,
Embracing and embrac'd!
Gon.
Perish the thought,
That thus disturbs your breast—you know my lord,
By your command I seiz'd the slave, and now
Far other chains than those of love infold him.
Car.
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E'er long he dies—this very hour shall see him
A Christian, or a victim to his errors.—
Gon.
The guards now lead him forth—
Car.
Was it for this
The tyrant fair oppos'd ev'n heav'n itself?
Oh! at the altar's foot her lov'd idea
Was present still, and zeal for heav'nly truth
A tear from those bright eyes dissoly'd away;—
But false compassion rules my heart no more.
I saw her meet the slave—at my approach
Fierce indignation darted from her eye,
And straight she turn'd with high disdain away.
Ah!—See! She comes!—Still lovely in her guilt!
Exit Gonzalez.
The haughty fierceness of untutor'd virtue
Beams savage graces round her; still she must,
She shall be mine; my heart adores her still.
Enter ORELLANA.
Orel.
You have done this, Sir,—and I thank you for it—
Car.
Think not I urg'd severity against thee—
But oh! do justice to that gentle nature
That governs here; that now throbs wildly for you,
With all the soft solicitude of love.
Orel.
What has a wretch like me to do with love?
Car.
Dost thou avoid me then, thou cruel fair?
Dost thou avoid me?—Now I know the cause
That made thee unrelenting to my sights—
I know your Paramour—now know for whom
Don Carlos' vows were all dispers'd in air;
For years who held dominion o'er your heart,
And made me languish at your feet in vain.
Orel.
[Page 31]
And if I cherish'd a long hidden flame,
Who claims a right to tyrannize my heart?
Car.
Think'st thou a breast susceptible as mine,
That swells with rapture if thou deign'st to smile,
Or by a frown is tortur'd in the extreme,
Think'st thou a heart like mine will e'er permit
A conquer'd slave to win thy last regard?
Oh! there's an avarice in love that claims
Each gentle grace, each amiable air,
Claims the noble hoard of sweets, and will not bear
A word, a look directed to another.—
Orel.
And mean'st thou then to choak the voice of pity?
Is that the purpose?—Know the injur'd youth,
Whom thy fell rage but now has doom'd to death,
Is miserable—therefore dear to me;—
Know he is virtuous—therefore has my love.
Car.
Thy love!—Does he possess it?—He,
Inhuman fair!—But yet recall the word—
Our laws that spare no infidel—
Orel.
Thou Spaniard!
Thou fierce barbarian from a world unknown!—
But all our sacred rites thou hast profan'd,
And well may'st violate love's altar too.
Come, point thy dagger at this virgin breast,
And conquer hearts, as you would force our faith.
Car.
You wrong me much; hear Orellana, hear
Thy tenderest suppliant.
Orel.
Never—woman's weakness
With pity saw you kneeling at my feet,
And sighing fruitless vows.—But this last outrage
Against a helpless captive—Witness gods!
If Orellana hear this Spaniard more,
Or listen to the tale of impious love,
[Page 32] Deep down in earth may she alive be buried,
Her spirit doom'd to wander o'er the world,
And never reach the mansion of her fathers.—
Car.
Your minion dies—my rage is up in arms,
And the soft voice of love shall plead no more.
(
Exit.
Orel.
Barbarian go!—Ah! there's a sight indeed
Afresh that opens ev'ry source of grief.
Enter ALZUMA
in chains.
Orel.
Oh! Let me seek thy mother, tell her all;
With the strong eloquence of filial tears,
I'll throw me at her feet, and in her heart,
Lost as it is, I'll find some hidden fibre,
Where all the mother trembles for her offspring.—
Alzuma.
Restrain this rage—Alzuma would not owe
A second favour to her—She, alas!
Is dead to nature—That accursed fiend,
Fanatic fury, blasts each moral virtue.—
She has pronounc'd my doom.—Let her not know
She kills a son—Oh! let me never add
That guilt atrocious to a parent's crimes.
Orel.
Are there no means to save thee?—
Alzuma.
Look not thus—
Ennobled by thy virtues—by distress
Endear'd:—Each glance thou send'st unmans me quite,
And ev'n a brother's fondness akes to view thee.
Thy goodness charms, and by each heart-string draws me
Back to this hated world.—For thee, my sister,
When I should boldly tread the ridge of peril,
And dare the depth below—for thy dear sake
I cling to life—extend my feeble arms,
But thou no aid can'st give.—
Orel.
[Page 33]
Distracting thought!
Must I survive thee helpless and forlorn,
A victim to the Spaniard's hated love?
Alzuma.
There lies the pang that bids these drops of anguish
Fall in this copious stream—not for myself
I feel—But oh! when I am gone—when fate
Has stretch'd this body on the flinty earth,
Who shall defend thy weakness?—Must I leave thee
A prey to ruffian force?—Must that rare beauty,
Shall that conspire against thee? must those eyes
Obedient roll to a fierce conqu'ror's will,
Inflame his hot desires, to plunge thee deeper
In shame and servitude?
Orel.
Unpitying gods!
Alzuma.
Perhaps to waft thee from thy native land
To foreign altars, and a foreign bed!—
Orel.
There is but one, one only refuge—
Alzuma.
Name it—
Orel.
I'll perish with thee—Lo! Behold a weapon!
Shews a dagger.
Alzuma.
Ha!
Orel.
Where'er thy spirit wings it's happy flight,
I'll hail thy triumph—Soar on trembling wing,
And distant eye thy radiant tract of glory
To ev'ry kindred star.—
Alzuma.
Relentless pow'rs!
No other boon you've left me to bestow.
Orel.
Ah! me! they come—the fell Pizarro comes.—
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Enter PIZARRO, ORAZIA, CARLOS,
Guards, &c.
Ora.
Now, Orellana, we demand compliance.—
Provoke our wrath no more—the vested priest
Waits at the altar; there Don Carlos' love
And heav'n indulgent claim thee for their own.
Alzuma.
Unnatural, barbarous mother!
Aside.
Orel.
For his love
Don Carlos has my thanks—Spain will not think
Her lustre tarnish'd, that a wretch like me
Feels no ambition for her proud alliance.
The gods of Spain—
Ora.
This arrogance—
Orel.
Indulge
A favourable ear—the Gods of Spain
Will not be jealous that no fragrance rolls
Around their shrines from me—If error's maze
Misguide my steps, their all pervading eye
Will read the honest purpose of my soul,
And mercy win the thunder from their hands.
Ora.
This wilful disobedience!—Who has taught
The vain delusive dream?—
Car.
That slave!—'Tis he,
Who rules her wayward fancy.—
Ora.
Ha!—That traitor!
Dost thou presume to spread sedition here?
Alzuma.
(Looking at her.)
Oh! Thou apostate!—
These hot burning tears
Will burst their way—
Pizarro.
And does thy sullen eye
Dart the fierce glance of treason on your queen?
Ora.
Who and what art thou?
Alzuma.
[Page 35]
I've no rank or name,
To plead my cause in thy obdurate heart.
To your own child unnatural as thou art,
I have no claim to mercy—
Pizarro.
Base reviler!
Within the tropic all must think alike.
Alzuma.
Betwixt us both the sacred shaft of war
Has long been shot, and enmity prevails
Fierce, inextinguishable!
Ora.
My example
May teach thee, slave, to yield to sacred truth,
And Spain's imperial mandate.
Alzuma.
Thy example!
Full well you judg'd, thou traitress to thy country!—
To fly to gods who can forgive thy crimes—
Ours shudder at them.—
Pizarro.
To the altar drag
The impious slave.—
Guards seize Alzuma.
Orel.
Oh! Wretched Orellana!
Alzuma.
Barbarians hold! Yet Spaniard ere I die
Hear my last fervent prayer.—'Twas lust of gold,
Not zeal for truth and love of human kind,
That brought you to Peru.—And may that gold,
Oh! may it prove to Spain the direful spring
Of worse calamities than we have felt;
May it unnerve your arm; dissolve in sloth
Laborious industry;—ne'er let your plains
The toiling hand of cultivation know;
Kindle fierce war; and may some happier state,
Whose sons with love of gen'rous freedom glowing
Preserve their civil and religious rites,
The foes of tyranny!—who found their laws
On the broad base of reason and of nature;
Oh! may that happy state, if such there be!—
[Page 36] With bolder prow triumphant o'er the deep,
Pursue you hither with avenging thunder,
In your own harbours wrap your ships in fire,
And bow ye down to seek detested gold
For others uses!—Be that curse upon ye!
Pizarro.
His blasphemy pollutes the air—forthwith
Give him the death he merits.—
Orel.
Once again
Let me embrace him.—One last sad farewell
No pow'r on earth shall hinder.
Embraces him.
Car.
Ha! that insolent!
Perdition seize the slave!—Shall he enjoy—
By heav'n this sabre cleaves him to the ground.
Going to strike.
Orel.
Now by the vital air—by ev'ry pow'r
That guides, impels, or melts the human heart,
By yon bright orb of day, by your own gods,
Enough of blood they've had—By them I ask—
They will approve soft pity—Spare his life,
Oh! Spare his innocence, nor murder me.
Car.
Tear off her hold—By heav'n the slave—
Orel.
Now strike,
Now execute your purpose—with the blow
This ready dagger plunges to my heart.
Car.
Hold, Orellana!—This abhorred steel
Takes the dagger from her,
Was never meant to wound thy tender form—
Thou hast disarm'd my vengeance—By yon heav'n
I would not see thy beauteous bosom gor'd
For the extended empire of the world.—
Orel.
If ought of cruelty the pris'oner suffer,
This hand shall set me free.—
Car.
[Page 37]
Dispel thy fears—
I will not urge his fate—I will not urge
Thee to compliance—Guiltless of his death
I leave this temple, leave this scene of horror
Where persecution draws th'unhallow'd sword,
And murders for belief.
Pizarro.
Yet Carlos stay,
I charge thee stay, nor dare again traduce
A father's deeds.
Car.
Your pardon, Sir; my heart revolts,
And will not see that youth, whoe'er he be,
A victim to the blind insensate rage
That sheds man's blood, and dares to think it virtue.
Exit.
Pizarro.
Ha! The time calls for rigour; feeble laws
And government relax'd might hazard all
The laurels this good sword has reap'd in war.
Rash and presumptuous boy!—By my command
He shall retrace his steps;—This very hour
Sees Orellana his. Ourself will seek him.
Mean time, Orazia, be it thine to see
That traitor die a victim to his crimes.
Exit.
Ora.
Yield Orellana: Or thy mother's love
Turns to vindictive rage.
Alzuma.
Dishonour blast
The horrid counsel—rather brave with scorn
Their fiercest hate—Not all the worst of ills
The purple tyrant has in store for virtue
Can plead for pardon with your gods abjur'd.
Oh! Shun the guilt of treason to your soul!—
On the mind fix'd and obstinately just
Ev'n ruin falls in vain—
Ora.
It falls this moment
On thy devoted head—
Orel.
[Page 38]
Orazia, hear me—
Restrain this rage—all nature starts with horror.—
Humanity is shock'd—if he must die,
Of all who live, thou should'st be innocent.—
Orazia.
Cling not about me thus—
Orel.
Forbear, forbear
The horrid stroke—not all the dews of Heav'n
Will wash the barb'rous murder from your hands.
Remorse and anguish follow—peace of mind
Will ever shun thee—fiends will haunt thy brain,
And all the madness of despairing guilt.
Orazia.
Thou plead'st in vain—my soul expanding feels
The glowing rapture, the exalted purpose
That swells above the infirmities of nature,
And burns with all it's god.—
Orel.
Ye host of heav'n!
Seize Orellana—drag her to your altar;
In horrid union bind me to Don Carlos,
Rather than break by one atrocious act,
All the eternal ties that link the world.
Alzuma.
Thou break them not—our country and our gods
Those are our first connexions—for my life
It is not worth my care—who dies for freedom
Has liv'd his course of nature and of glory,
And who survives it but a single hour,
Has liv'd that hour too much.—
Orel.
My soul resumes
Her strength—I will not yield—
Ora.
The traitor dies—
He dies this moment—
Alzuma.
Undisinay'd I come.
Orel.
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No—never—never—here these hands shall hold him—
A soldier lays hold of her.
He shall not die—tear, tear me piecemeal first—
I'll perish with him rather—let the blow
That ends his life, unite us both in death—
She is torn from him, a soldier stands at the altar with a listed sabre.
Alzuma.
Now Altabalipa, where'er thy spirit
Roams in uncertain being, with thy firmness
Inspire me now—teach me like thee to die.
Ora.
Ah!—wherefore should the slave invoke that name?
She goes near the soldier.
Alzuma.
Lo thus I bare my bosom!
Goes up to the altar.
Ora.
Ha!
Orel.
Yet hold!
Held by a soldier.
Thou wretched mother hold—it is—forbear—
It is the purest blood of all Peru—
A vengeful god—a god of wrath beholds
The barb'rous deed—I hear his thunder roll—
It bursts the roof—the pillar'd temple falls—
It falls tocrush ye all—
Alzuma.
Here strike at once,
And with my life-blood glut her frantic rage.
Ora.
Forbear
(
holding the soldier)
I charge thee; stop the bloody stroke—
Oh! wonder-working pow'rs!
faints away.
Orel.
The well known token
Grav'd on his breast has mark'd him for her son.
[aside.]
Enter PIZARRO.
Pizarro.
No, nought shall shake the purpose of my soul—
[Page 40] Orazia! why thus sinks her drooping spirit?
Alzuma.
Does justice triumph o'er the gods of Spain?
Orel.
Recall her heav'n, and o'er her waking sense
Pour down your gentlest influence.—
Assists Orazia.
Pizarro.
Rebel slave!
Th' exterminating wrath of heav'n pursues thee—
Still shalt thou meet thy fate—
Ora.
Oh! lend your aid,—
And lead me, lead my steps—my Lord Pizarro,
If e'er Orazia won thy kind affections,
Remit the cruel rigour of the law,
And spare a wretch's life.—
Pizarro.
She too rebels—
She pleads for heresy—
Ora.
Oh, no! I plead
For mercy, and for justice.—
Pizarro.
Would'st thou save
That wilful obstinate? reflect Orazia;
Is this your faith?—Is this your promis'd zeal?
Ora.
Zeal in excess is vice—'tis impious—
Horrid repugnance to the will of heav'n;
Subversive of each virtue; foe to all
The tender laws of charity and love;
Those laws that raise, and dignify our being,
Nature's great edict in the human heart.
Pizarro.
Thy words are treason—
Ora.
No! 'tis justice speaks—
Thanks to th' eternal pow'rs, at length I see
That each religion, truth itself may have
Its wild enthusiasts, and its frantic zealots.—
Pizarro.
By heav'n some hidden meaning lurks beneath
This sudden revolution of thy heart.
Ora.
Oh! spare his innocence—have mercy—
Pizarro.
[Page 41]
Yes,
The slave shall live till from that stubborn spirit
Torture hath wrung each deep, each hidden purpose.
See him secur'd in the deep dungeon's gloom.
Alzuma.
Yes, lead me hence, where I no more may see
This hated race—but oh! when I am gone,
Respect her woes, her helpless innocence—
From death I shrink not—nature at my birth
Condemn'd me to it—soon the hour shall come
When truth, when conscience shall condemn thy deeds—
Exit.
Pizarro.
The rebel's doom is fix'd—I burn to see
Each shackled slave thro' our extended realm
Or live a Christian, or embrace his fate.
Exit.
ORAZIA
and ORELLANA.
Ora.
Oh! Orellana, 'tis—it is your brother—
The wound indented on his youthful breast—
Plainly I saw it—'tis my child, my son—
Orel.
It is Alzuma—oh! I know it all—
This day reveal'd it to me—
Ora.
Was it just
To leave him thus expos'd?—
Orel.
He will'd it so—
Ora.
Wretch that I am!—I tremble at it still—
Oh! whither was I plunging!—what a depth
Of woe and guilt, unutterable guilt,
What endless misery have I escap'd!
Murder my son!—barbarity unheard of!
It shocks my soul—and did he, could he think,
Could my child think me dead to human nature?
The thought distracts; it rives a mother's heart,
[Page 42] To thee I've been ungentle; thou hast cause
To doubt my love—but come to my embrace.—
Orel.
Oh! bless'd event! and do I live to taste
This unexpected joy, this dear delight?
Ora.
The brink of horror, on which late I stood,
Recalls from error ev'ry wand'ring sense.
Alzuma shall not die—the Christian's God
Beams the sweet smiles of universal love
On all his fair creation—haughty Spain
Perverts his holy laws; but still the pow'r,
That warn'd my erring virtue, may inform him
Truth only triumphs when it conquers hearts,
And never gains by carnage and destruction.—
END OF THE THIRD ACT.
ACT IV.
Scene the Palace.
Enter ORAZIA.
OH! Unexpected day of grief and joy!
My child, my child!—I have not yet forgot
To shed the tear of natural affection,
To know for whom I bore the child-bed pang;
I am not grown the horror of the world.—
Enter ORELLANA.
Orel.
Alas! all's lost—Don Carlos rages;—Stern Pizarro
Thirsts for Alzuma's blood—
Orazia.
A mother's love
Shall still protect her offspring—Oh! My daughter,
Affection long an alien to this heart,
Gushes in tumult thro' each panting vein.
Despair and anguish too o'erwhelm my spirits—
Yet, Oh! returning nature! yet thy griefs,
Thy very tears are tinctur'd still with joy!
'Tis misery delightful—
Orel.
Yet ev'n now,
The fell Gonzalez leads Alzuma forth.
Ah! whither do they lead him?
Orazia.
'Tis to me
They lead your brother forth—one interview
Unconscious of his name Pizarro grants.
[Page 44] Heav'ns! What an interview!—A son enslav'd,
And a fond mother, who usurps his rights!—
I cannot see my child!—And yet I must,
I will behold him!—Hear his sad, sad story,
Gaze on each seature—clasp him to my heart,
And perish with him, if he's doom'd to bleed.—
Thou fly to Carlos,—soothe his troubled mind;
Exert your influence, or your brother's lost.
Each moment's big with death.—
Orel.
Protect him, Gods!
Now virtue struggling in the last extreme
Calls for your guardian care.
Exit.
Orazia.
Ye blended colours, both of guilt and virtue,
Ye strong emotions mix'd of grief and joy
Oh! How your conflict racks my tortur'd soul!—
Enter GONZALEZ.
Gonza.
The pris'ner from his dungeon waits your will.
Orazia.
Give him admittance.
[Exit Gonzalez]
Now all-gracious Heav'n,
Support a mother;—aid me; touch my lips
With thy resistless energy of speech,
That I may calm the mighty storm of passions,
And reconcile a son to life and truth.
Enter ALZUMA.
Orazia.
His awful stern regard—
Alzuma.
My firmness fails,
And guilty as she is, yet filial love,
Yet nature tells me, she's my mother still.
Orazia.
Approach my son—Embrace your—
Alzuma.
Conscious shame,
[Page 45] The sense of vile misdeeds—yes, goading conscience
Choaks up thy voice, and tells thee that thou art—
Orazia.
A tyrant! an usurper!—That's the name
Of horror thou would'st utter—yet Orazia
Is not so far abandon'd o'er to guilt,
But my heart bounds with transport, even thus
At length to see my son—You weep Alzuma—
Alzuma.
Thou source of light!—Bright majesty of Heav'n!
Thee I attest—from thee implore forgiveness
That thus I own a traitress; that these tears
Confess the sacred character of son
You stamp'd upon my nature.—
Orazia.
Oh! Alzuma,
Did I command thy murder?—Earth and Heav'n!
A mother ready to imbrue her hands
In her child's—horror!—Why did'st thou conceal
The secret from me?—Why not rush for shelter
To these maternal arms?—But oh! I knew thee;
Parental instinct gave the sure alarm,
And now to hear thee, view thee thus,—it wakes
Unutterable throbbings in my breast.
Alzuma.
Well may'st thou view me; well may'st thou survey
Thy son return'd!—He brings no foul dishonour—
But thou—can'st thou—indelible reproach!—
Oh! stain to virtue!—rage and indignation
Burn in my soul, and kindle madness there.
Orazia.
Let not impetuous rage disturb thy reason.
Heav'n on the Spaniards arms hath smil'd success;
Thence on Peru shone forth the ray of truth,
Sublimer faith, and pure exalted morals.—
Alzuma.
Morals!—Each word plants daggers in my heart—
Oh! Give me daggers rather; arm my hand
[Page 46] With their own deathful steel, that I may hold it
Crimson and glowing with the tyrant's blood,
Aloft to view, and call my country free.
Orazia.
Controul this phrenzy—it were impious murder—
Alzuma.
Murder! a sacrifice! a glorious sacrifice!
To injured men, and violated laws.—
What! he that kill'd my father?
And yet she pleads a fell destroyer's cause!
Hold heart-strings, crack not yet—a curs'd invader,
Who thins the race of man!—Ev'n now the cry
Of infants murder'd at the fost'ring breast,
The shrieks of virgins, dying heroes groans
Sound in my ear—imperial palaces,
The temples of our gods all wrapt in fire!
Oh! image not, my soul, the horrid scene.
Orazia.
I cannot bear his strong, his keen reproach.
Alzuma.
Yet wedded to him!—well those tears may gush,
Well may those blushes glow upon thy cheek.
Detested perfidy!—My father's heart,
That heart, which ever beat with love of thee,
Dust as it is, awakens in his tomb,
Alive and sensible to guilt like thine;
It stirs, it rouzes in the shroud of death,
With horror at thy name, and feels it's pangs,
It's tortures o'er again.
Orazia.
Obdurate son!
Thus to transfix, and rend a mother's heart.—
Alzuma.
Am I upon a bed of roses?—Lo! in chains
My bleeding country! mark in ev'ry region
The desolation that lays waste the land!
Orazia.
Why wilt thou urge me to despair and horror?
Oh! kill me rather; let the deadly point
[Page 47] Pierce to my heart; I'll arm thee for the blow.
Avenge my crime; avenge your country's fall.
Alzuma.
What says Orazia?
Orazia.
Stifle in my blood
The pious love I bear the Christian's God.
Alzuma.
Would'st thou debase me to the Spaniard's guilt?
If thou indeed believ'st the Christian's God,
It is not mine to stab for human error.
Farewell! Farewell!—Live happy if thou can'st,
Oh! Heav'ns, if happiness can dwell with guilt.—
Going.
Orazia.
Yet stay, my son—one moment—
Alzuma.
Pow'rful nature!—
Thy tender strugglings—Oh! While thus thy hand
I bathe with tears, and print my kisses on it,
Let me implore thee, own your godsagain,
My father's spirit calls—the ghastly shades
Of martyr'd millions, martyr'd for their faith,
All lift their hands and call aloud for vengeance.—
Orazia.
Arise, my son, arise—
Alzuma.
Let me not sue,
And clasp your knee in vain—
Orazia.
Oh! Strong contention
'Twixt grace and nature, 'twixt my God and thee!
Alzuma.
Resume your dignity, your native honour—
Orazia.
But Heav'n prevails—
Alzuma.
Think of your bleeding country—
Orazia.
I cannot, must not hear thee—Oh! Alzuma
Thy mind is lost in darkness—
Alzuma.
How!—
Orazia.
Thy gods
Are superstition's dreams—
Alzuma.
[Page 48]
Away—no more—
Rising hastily.
I would not hear the voice of profanation—
Go tell your tyrant, all his threats are vain—
Tho' sprung from thee I still can die with glory—
Farewell! we part for ever—
Orazia,
Hear me—hear—
Alzuma.
Oh! Heav'ns—Orazia—'tis the last, last time
That e'er—may the just gods forgive thee all—
Exit.
Orazia.
Go, cruel, fierce, inexorable son!
Go, since thou wilt, to ruin, rush on death—
'Twill break thy miserable mother's heart.—
ORAZIA,
and DON CARLOS.
Orazia.
Well, Sir, Pizarro now has heard your counsel.
Carlos.
And Orellana has heard thy advice;
That Indian captive too has heard you;—all
Thy arts are known; thy fair hypocrisy
To varnish treason.
Orazia.
Oh! Thou wrong'st me much;—
Another cause—a cause of tend'rest import;
It is the cause of ev'ry Christian virtue;
Love, justice, and humanity are in it;
All that the earth holds dear, and heav'n approves.
Carlos.
Treason, rebellion, perfidy are in it.
For Orellana's husband all your cares
Are tremblingly alive.—This very day,
But for thy treachery, the slave had died.
Orazia.
Misguided youth!—Alas! you little know
Th' eternal bar divine and human laws
Have fix'd between them—Orellana's husband!
Oh! no—believe it not—
Carlos.
And wherefore then
Alarm'd and wild with fear?—why every art
[Page 49] Of tears, of shrieks, and female lamentation,
To snatch the rebel from the stroke of justice.
Orazia.
Alas! these tears flow from the tend'rest source
That wakes soft pity in the human heart.
Carlos—I cannot speak—
Carlos.
Ha! Now by Heav'n
I see it all—guilt can no more dissemble—
That look betrays the secrets of the heart.—
The fraud stands manifest to view—
Orazia.
Yet hear me,
Oh! Carlos, hear me, nor afflict thyself
With false, with vain surmise—Orazia's cares
Are busy for the wretched—
Carlos.
Has she then,
Perfidious fair!—has Orellana married
That base-born peasant?—And does he hope
With her, in evil hour, to claim the crown?
That is your aim; for that I am deceiv'd—
That care you colour with the specious name
Of generous sympathy for human kind.
Orazia.
I feel it here—These are unbidden drops—
Tis you, rash youth, you, Carlos, that can give
Fair virtue's semblance to each wild emotion
That prompts the sudden deed—ere now 'twas love,
That tyrant of thy soul, capricious love,
Nay, gen'rous if you will; 'twas that which sav'd
The lives of men, if Orellana smil'd;
And now she looks averse, the baleful charm
Still shoots delicious poison thro' thy soul,
And persecuted men must pay the forfeit
Of maiden blushes, and of coy disdain.
Carlos.
Think'st thou Don Carlos means to live the slave
Of idle charms, and tyrant beauty's frown?
No—let her charms neglected fade and perish.
[Page 50] May sorrow wither ev'ry nameless grace
That revell'd once in those deluding eyes.
Then let her lover gaze on faded beauty;
Let him enjoy—Oh! no—the slave shall die—
Then shall his pale inanimated corse
Glare in her view, an offering from Don Carlos,
The token of his love.
Orazia.
Away; no more;
Inhuman that thou art—
Carlos.
Then let her shriek,
And rend her hair, and to his clay cold breast
Rivet her panting bosom—no! the traitress
Shall to the altar—thou shalt lead her thither,
And there her blood shall expiate, her guilt.
Orazia.
Thou tiger nurs'd with gore! away, nor dare
With savage threats to wound a mother's ear.
Carlos.
The storm is gather'd, and the thunder soon
Shall burst in ruin on their guilty heads.
Exit
Orazia.
Inhuman barb'rous man!—And must I lead
Midst songs of triumph, and thro' festive bands,
My daughter crown'd with garlands to the altar?
Shall there the priest, fell minister of wrath,
Force her to nuptials, which her soul abhors,
Which never—No—she'll perish rather—first
Give to the cruelax that tender form!
And must her mother, must I then return
Alone—heart broken—desolate—without
My child?—thro' arches rais'd with pomp for her?
Thro' ways still redolent of ev'ry flow'r,
Which, as she went, they strew'd beneath her feet?
I will not lead her—no—she shall not go—
Alzuma too—Oh! misery supreme!
Shall he too bleed?—Thou murd'rer! hold thy hand—
It is Orazia's blood thou shed'st—the God,
Who died for all, will not demand his life!—
[Page 51] He speaks—he menaces—but see, see there!—
He dies, he dies!
Enter ORELLANA.
Orazia.
Who's there?—What would'st thou?—ha!
Orel.
Haste thee, Orazia haste, and instant think,
Think of some means to ward th' impending stroke.
Enrag'd Pizarrocomes;—Avow, your son;
Peru's undoubted heir.—
Orazia.
It must not be—
That fatal truth would overwhelm us all—
Distraction—nought remains—no pow'r can save him.
Enter PIZARRO, DON CARLOS,
&c.
Pizarro.
Yes, bring the traitor forth—the sanctity
Of laws, the policy of our new state
Forbid all dull delay—
Enter ALZUMA, GONZALEZ
and Guards.
Pizarrc.
That once again I deign to parley with thee,
'Tis gentle pity prompts—take heed, rash youth,
Or certain death—
Alzuma.
Death is the only boon
That Spain can give, or I will deign to take.
Come bloody bigot!—Reverend assassin!
Come on at once—here wreak thy pious rage,
And do a murder in the name of heav'n!
Pizarro.
Dost thou reproach us? Thou, who oft hast seen
Blind superstition offer human victims,
[Page 52] To your own senseless, to your monstrous idols?
Alzuma.
Polish' barbarian!—What dost thou do less?—
Pizarro.
Beware, not tempt my vengeance!
Alzuma.
Thou art he,
Who come'st to teach thy doctrine sword in hand,
To tyrannize our souls; from free-born men
Withhold the sacred privilege of thinking.
Thou hast unchain'd, to spread destruction round,
Two fiends accurst; Lo! where insatiate avarice
Enslaves mankind! Lo! Spanish hierarchy
Erects her scarlet head; with pious rage
Bears in her breast a poniard, and with blood
Incarnadines the altar of her god.
Pizarro.
Slave mark my words.—No more I'll waste the hours
In vain debate—Resign thyself to Spain;
Abjure thy errors, and embrace the truth,
Or else this moment sweeps thee from my sight,
A terrible example of our vengeance.
Orazia.
No, by the pow'rs above he shall not die.
The voice of heav'n restrains the murd'rer's hand,
A voice that's heard thro' all the peopled earth,
Resounding to the limits of the world.
Pizarro.
Beware, beware, Orazia!—
Carlos.
Still she favours
That insolent, who spurns the light of heav'n.
Orazia.
Oh! 'tis the light of heav'n informs my soul.
These strong emotions by the Pow'r Supreme
Were planted here—The spirit that impels
To blood and murder, cannot be from heav'n.
Nature, thou lead'st me on—my child, my child—
[Page 53] I will protect thee—Now, inhuman men,
Now come, and tear him from a mother's arms.
Orel.
Yes, both, my brother—both will perish with thee.
Pizarro.
By heav'n this treason!—
Carlos.
Orellana's brother!
And not her husband!—Then my heart's at peace.
Aside.
Pizarro.
What means this myst'ry?—Say, art thou Alzuma?
Alzuma.
Behold me, Spaniard; let thine eye survey me—
Shrinks not thy heart within thee?—Read'ft thou not
A royalty of nature here?
Pizarro.
Forthwith
Say wilt thou take thy life on our conditions?
Alzuma.
There are conditions that may win my soul
Not wholly to abhor thee.
Pizarro.
Name thy terms!
Alzuma.
Lay down at once the persecuting sword,
Relieve from slavery a groaning world,
Ask what we suffer, not what we believe,
Display your morals, not your bigot faith.
If avarice is your god, take gold enough;
Freight well your ships, and may propitious gales
In safety waft you to your native shores.
That done—in time we may perhaps forget,
We may at least forgive you.
Pizarro.
Vanquish'd slave!
And to a conqueror dar'st thou thus to utter
Thy stubborn pride!
Alzuma.
Back to your native shores!
What do you here, amidst a virtuous race?
Pizarro.
The laws of conquest, and the laws of Spain—
Alzuma.
[Page 54]
And dar'st thou, homicide, alledge the laws?
The laws of Spain—know there's a prior law,
To which weak mortals are not train'd, but born;
Not form'd by science, but endow'd by instinct,
Great nature's law!—that best, that surest guide;
That emanation from the pow'rs above;
O'er all diffus'd, immutable, eternal!
This who snall silence, who shall dare repeal?
Who strives to do it abdicates his nature;
Renounces all the honours of his being,
And by the act,—tho' justice ne'er o'ertake him,
Pays full atonement:—He's a wretch indeed.
Pizarro.
I'll hear no more; since thus thy heart is steel'd,
Thus obstinately fix'd in wilfull guilt,
The justice that pronounc'd thy father's doom,
Awaits thy crimes.—No dark assassin's stab
Ended his days:—To our tribunal call'd
In full assembly of the conquering chiefs
He was arraign'd, was heard, and died for treason
To Spain's imperial crown.
Carlos.
And shall that mockery,
That stain to justice, that black scene of horror
Be acted o'er again?
Pizarro.
And dost thou too,
Dost thou rebel, consed'rate in their guilt!
Our will is fix'd:—ere yonder sun decline,
Hear me thou slave!—or yield to truth and Spain,
Or else yon sun—that idol of your worship,
Shall see thee on the rack in pangs expire.
Exit.
Carlos.
Thou brave heroic youth, thy ev'ry virtue
Demands my wonder—by yon heav'n I swear
Thou shalt not suffer; my soul eager pants
To know, to love, to burn in friendship with thee.
Exit.
Ora.
[Page 55]
Alzuma—Oh! my son—in this distress
How shall the wretched mother save her child?
Alzuma.
Waste not a though on me; thy own misdecds,
Repent of them; and since the gods withhold
A brave revenge, 'tis left us still to die,
And greatly perish in our country's ruin.
Gon.
You must not linger here: my duty bids me
Convey thee hence.
Ora.
Thou busy meddler!—here
Orazia now commands—I lead him forth.
And who shall dare oppose a mother's voice?
Exit with Alzuma.
Orel.
Yet grant us vengeance, heav'n; Oh! give us still
To conquer ev'n in death, then mix triumphant,
With pensive ghosts, and roam the shadowy plain,
Where all is peace, all bliss in endless store,
And no pernicious Spaniard thirsts for gold.
END OF THE FOURTH ACT.
ACT V.
Scene the Temple of the Sun.
Enter ORAZIA
and ORELLANA.
Orazia.
GO, cruel go, and leave me to my woes.
Orel.
I feel'em all—but what, beset with ills,
Can Orellana do?
Orazia.
What can she do?
Prevent the stroke—assuage Pizarro's sury—
That canst thou do, yet obstinately fix'd—
Orel.
But fix'd in honour—Oh! thou little know'st
Alzuma's soul—He will not take a life
Purchas'd by vile disgrace; will ne'er survive
To see Don Carlos seize my plighted hand,
That he may linger out his days in bondage.
Orazia.
And if his ardour, if his ev'ry virtue
Swell o'er their bounds, and bear his reason down,
Wilt thou unpitying—the bare image strikes—
Weep'st thou my daughter?—Let the gen'rous sorrow
Melt thy hard heart and bid Alzuma live.
Orel.
Would heav'n I could! but if my brother fall,
With him 'tis fix'd to die—Thrice happy both
If ev'n in ruin our unshaken zeal
Our country honours, and our gods approve.—
Orazia.
[Page 57]
Then go, rush on, unnatural as thou art,
Go since thou wilt and see a brother bleed—
I'll to the altar too—The blow that sheds
Alzuma's blood will be Orazia's last.—
Enter CARLOS.
Car.
Let joy succeed and triumph in your hearts—
I bring ye gladsome tidings.—
Orazia.
Speak thy purpose—
Car.
I've seen your son—at length each raging passion
To peace subsides, and takes a milder tone.
His errors vanish and with sense reclaim'd
He dedicates his soul to truth and Spain.
Orel.
What do I hear?—The tale of infamy—
Orazia.
Then is Orazia blest—my son shall live—
But tell me—does Alzuma—tell me all—
Means he this day—
Car.
This very hour he means—
To offer up his vows at yonder altar;
He and his chosen friends—He only asks
That while Pizarro views the solemn act,
The gazing multitude may stand aloof,
Nor interrupt him in his holy work.
Orazia.
All bounteous Providence!—now, now indeed
You give me back my son—Upon the wing
Of love and rapture let me seek Pizarro,
Tell him this unexpected bless'd event,
That saves at once a mother and her child.
Exit.
Orel.
Thou hear'st it, radiant Deity; thou hear'st
This worst of crimes, nor yet thy orbit halts,
Nor turns its course back to the astonish'd east,
Nor impious mortals dread eternal night!—
Carlos.
[Page 58]
Suppress this storm of passion; smiling peace
Comes with her gentle train, and love prepares
His torch to brighten all our future hours.
Orel.
All truth is fled; Alzuma is a slave!
Carlos.
Henceforth esteem and dignities await him;
New joys and all that lavish hearts can pour.
Orel.
Let him accept them; let him meanly stoop
To take a conqueror's gifts; these are your arts,
The arts of tyranny, by which you draw
With baleful luxury, with bland allurements,
Each captive mind, till weak deluded men,
Grown the voluptuous slaves of ev'ry vice,
Become the slaves of ev'ry master too.—
Car.
A moment brings him to you—then you'll see
He comes with mind enlighten'd—Truth divine
Will from his lip more welcome touch thy ear,
And hush to peace this tumult of thy soul.
Exit.
ORELLANA.
The tumult of mv soul will ever rage.
Well, injur'd deities, you fly a land,
Where not one virtue's left—you have full cause—
Ev'n your own progeny betrays your rights—
To hostile gods betrays—yet let those gods
Boast of their proselyte—to them he'll prove
A young, a subtle hypocrite—Each vow
The traitor offers at their Christian shrine
To his own heart, to universal nature
Will give the lye, and stamp the guilt upon him
By men and gods abhorr'd—the tenfold guilt
Of daring to equivocate with heav'n!
I will not live to see it—Ha! he comes—
Alzuma.
My sister!—why is this?—thou shun'st me then?—
Thou shun'st thy brother?—
Orel.
Thou hast ruin'd all—
Alzuma.
Distract me not with thy unkind disdain—
All that is great in nature leads me on—
And my heart labours with the vast conception.
Orel.
Vain effort to dissemble!—Even now
The strong expressive characters of guilt
Glare in thy eye, and shoot their livid fires.
Alzuma.
Talk not of guilt—thou little know'st—
Orel.
Not talk,
When faith and truth, the sense of ancient honour
Are trampled down? when in base abject fear
A brother derogates from all his race,
Abjures at once his country and his gods,
And with the foe capitulates for life?
Alzuma.
Thy virtue charms me; but thou ill dost chuse
This awful period—'tis a moment big
With desperation, with disast'rous change,
And horrible intents—I see thee now
Perhaps for the last time.—
Orel.
What say'st thou?—Ha!—
That look terrific! But too plain I read—
And yet they told me—
Alzuma.
Who?
Orel.
Don Carlos.
Alzuma.
What?
Orel.
Of gods abjur'd—
Alzuma.
[Page 60]
And did'st thou hate thy brother?
Orel.
And can'st thou blame me?—
Alzuma.
I do thank thee for it—
Orel.
Still thou art true?—
Alzuma.
As heav'n's foundation fix'd!
Fix'd as the marble pillars of the world.
Orel.
Have I then wrong'd thee?—Oh! Alzuma.—
Alzuma.
Come,
Thou best of sisters, daughter of the sun!
Worthy thy character!—Come to my heart—
And yet is this a time, this hour of horror
To pour the softest transports of the soul,
And mingle tears with madness and despair?
Orel.
Thy words, thy looks, appall my frighted sense,
Alas! my brother, ere we part—
Alzuma.
No more;—
I charge thee urge no more—whate'er my lot,
Thou'lt wonder and applaud.
Orel.
Yet boading fears!
Let me attend thy steps.
Alzuma.
It must not be—
Wait here thy mother's coming; with apt speech
Beguile her stay—I would not have her near me—
Time flies; the hour draws nigh; Immortal pow'rs!
The genius of Peru! The fates are busy!—
All nature pauses for the great event.
Orel.
Thy words portentous—ha! Pizarro comes!—
Enter PIZARRO.
Pizarro.
At length, Alzuma, with serenest influence
Grace lights upon thee—Come, the altar blazes;
[Page 61] Thy friends are rang'd around—the brazen gates
Exclude the busy throng—all things are ready—
Alzuma.
All ready saidst thou?
Pizarro.
All—We wait but you—
Alzuma.
Horror!—You wait but me!—go on—I follow—
Pizarro.
Approving heav'n smiles on the just design;
This holy work perform'd—all will be well.
Exit Pizarro.
Alzuma.
Be firm my heart, and you, my trembling sinews,
Hold, hold a while—What hollow voice is that?
Orel.
'Tis silence deep, and solemn stillness round—
Alzuma.
"Now is the time," it cries—I come, I come—
The sacred impulse—hark!—it calls again—
Ye crimson spectres! and ye gleaming fires!
Ye spirits of revenge, who point my way—
Lead on;—your mortal instrument I come!—
Exit.
Orel.
Oh! how my heart—who's there?—
Enter ORAZIA.
Orazia.
And will you still
With scorn reject a lover's tend'rest vows?
Let me prevail—
Orel.
'Tis not an hour for love!
Orazia.
Not when your brother—
Orel.
He approves it not—
Orazia.
Has he not call'd Pizarro to the altar?
Orel.
He wish'd to meet him there—
Orazia.
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He wishes too—
To see his sister recompence at length
Her lover's faithful fires—Where is Alzuma?
Hast thou not seen him?—
Orel.
He went hence but now.—
Orazia.
Then he has sought the altar—Let us thither.
Orel.
I'll come anon—not now—it were not fit
You should be there—far other work impends—
The work of fate—'twere best remain—you must not go—
Orazia.
What mean those falt'ring accents?—ha!— what noise?
Orel.
Defend me, heav'nly pow'rs, defend me—
Orazia.
Hark!
PIZARRO
within the Scene.
Perfidious traitor! Cleave him to the ground—
Orazia.
They murder him, they kill my son— forbear—
Hold, ruffians, hold—
Exit.
ALZUMA
within the Scenes.
The gods, the injur'd gods
Demand his blood—
ORELLANA.
'Tis my brother's voice—
Yes, strike Alzuma; with redoubled blow
Avenge a father's death.—Oh! how my heart
Pants in this dread suspense with hope and fear!
I tremble for the event—Look down ye pow'rs
And shield my brother's life.
Exit.
Enter GONZALEZ.
Gonz.
Wild tumult fills
The spacious temple.—Ha! again I hear it.
Whence this fierce uproar?—
Enter
Carlos.
Treason and murder!—sound there, sound the alarm!
a flourish of trumpets, and the bell tolls.
Gonz.
Alas! What new event—what have the fates—
Carlos.
Oh! 'tis a spectacle of woe and horror!
My father dies a victim to their fury.
With treacherous arts Alzuma hath deceiv'd us.
The rites were all prepar'd: the lawn-rob'd priest
Stood reverend at the altar; tapers blaz'd,
Incense arose and organs fill'd the choir,
When forth Alzuma came with solemn pace
Looking submission—We scarce saw the blow—
Wing'd with the light'ning's speed he sheath'd his dagger
Deep in my father's heart.
Gonz.
What says my Lord?
Recall the words.
Carlos.
Oh blind and fatal rashness
That drew me unsuspecting to the altar!
No sword, no weapon to defend his life!
Yet with what force I could, with desp'rate rage
I rush'd amidst their throng—Ev'n that was vain,
The traitor's friends that instant clos'd around me.
And I no aid could give—Why lingers thus
The tardy soldier? will no friend supply
An instrument of vengeance?
Gonz.
Soon the guards
Shall stop each avenue—Alzuma then
Shall pay the forfeit of his horrid treason.
Carlos.
With lion rage he dash'd him on the ground,
With his left hand grasp'd the dishevell'd hair,
And round his arm the plaited locks intwining
In gore he dragg'd him to the altar's base;
[Page 64] And I the while could only rend the air
With piercing cries—they held my feeble arms.
Gonz.
And is he martyr'd thus by savage hands,
His conquest stopt, and all his laurels wither'd?
Carlos.
Orazia comes—she raves, she screams, she flies
Wilder than winds; upon her mangled Lord
Throws her extended body, clasps him close;
Then looking piteous up with streaming eyes,
"Forbear my son—forbear: thou shalt not murder."
But nought can save Pizarro from his rage—
"Die, monster, die"—he cried, then tore him from her
Along the crimson marble—in despair
Upward she sprung, and darting round his neck
With circling arms, entreats, implores, beseeches,
Bathes his broad chest with tears, and vainly strives
To save a husband from a murd'rer's rage:
Gonz.
Detested treacherous villain!
Carlos.
Arm, arm my friends.
Arm all Peru and give the means of vengeance.
Gonz.
This way, my Lord—Revenge will now be ours,
At yonder gate I see the faithful bands.
Carlos.
Do thou go forth and let the troops invest
The temples round—Let ev'ry pass be clos'd
That none escape my fury.
[Exit Gonzalez.]
Righteous heav'n!
Now in your cause stern justice lifts the sword,
And the fell murderer from the altar dragg'd
Shall fall a victim to my just revenge.
Exit.
[Flourish of trumpets and bell tolls.]
Enter ALZUMA
and OZMAR.
Alzuma.
Brave Ozmar, oh!
To ev'ry injur'd god this reeking blade
[Page 65] Pour'd hot libation of the tyrant's blood.—
Ozmar.
Immortal spirits, crown him, crown the hero;
The godlike blow for liberty is struck.
Alzuma.
The murd'rer of mankind has breath'd his last.—
Enter ORELLANA.
Alzuma.
My Orellana, ha!—what means that look
Ghastly and pale?—Wherefore that trembling step?
Thou art not wounded?
Orel.
Oh! too deep—too deep—
Thou too Alzuma—born to bitter woe!
Deep in thy heart is fix'd the mortal stab—
The altar blushes with forbidden blood—
Thy wretched mother—
Alzuma.
Speak; distract me not—
Orel.
Ev'n now she dies—
Alzuma.
By the dread pow'r's of vengeance,
Who e'er has dar'd—I here attest the gods—
Orel.
Attest not heav'n against yourself—Thy arm—
Alas! thy desp'rate arm.
Alzuma.
What dost thou mean?
Orel.
Too plain I saw—as round your neck she clung,
And sued for mercy to Pizarro's life;
You then—unconscious—bent on other mischief—
As still she struggled to restrain thy arm—
Then gush'd the sacred blood that gave you being.
Alzuma.
Open thou earth, and take me—take me down
To scare the fiends below—
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The back Scene draws, and discovers an Altar, Pizarro
lying dead, and several Indians standing round.
ORAZIA
is brought forward.
Orel.
And lo!—see there
See where the miserable victim comes.
Orazia.
Oh! I am faint—I die—soft—lay me down.—
Orel.
Disastrous fate!
Alzuma.
Have I deserv'd this misery?
Orazia.
I die!—alas! I die—where are my children?—
My Orellana—nearer—Oh! Alzuma!—
Wilt thou not know me?—in this last distress
Not lend a pitying hand?—
Alzuma.
'Tis red with blood—
With horrid parricide—its touch will blast
Thy sad remains of life—
Orazia.
Approach Alzuma—
Support me—Lend your hand—Yours, Orellana, yours—
Life ebbs a pace—I leave ye both—I leave
My dear, dear children—Yet to hold ye thus
Makes ev'n langour smile—and sostens all
The pangs of death—
Alzuma.
I call each god to witness,
Each cruel god, I never meant to harm
That matron breast that gave its nurture to me.
Orel.
Alas the agonies of death are on her.
Enter CARLOS.
Carlos.
There fix your station guards!—Orazia too
Deform'd and gash'd with wounds! in death's embrace!
Fell savage monster! Torture waits your guilt.—
Orazia.
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Forbear, forbear; the warning hand of heav'n
With these events repays our thirst of blood—
Too much has flow'd already—Let my child
Now live in peace—it is my dying pray'r.—
Alzuma.
Dost thou forgive thy horrible assassin?—
Orazia.
'Twas not thy guilt—Mischance, 'twas dire mischance
That wrought the deed—I thought they murder'd thee,
I flew—thy mother flew to save her child—
In that sad moment—Oh!—
Orel.
Yet spare her heav'n!
Alzuma.
She dies in torment.—
Orazia.
No, Alzuma, no—
I feel no pain my child—In me thou seest
How an expiring christian suffers death—
Thou God of mercy—ha!—hold!—raise me up—
Alzuma, where, where ar't thou?—Yet a word
If ever I was dear—if ever—Oh!—
Dies.
Alzuma.
She's gone; she's gone; and with her dying breath
Pardon'd her murderer!—Could she then forgive me?
Is that a christian virtue?
Carlos.
'Tis the virtue
Which you have spurn'd; but since th' expiring saint
Granted her pardon,—Spain accords it too!—
Alzuma.
Strike me, just gods, deep to the center—here
I stand a parricide—a mother's blood
Still glows upon this hand!—And are ye not
Gods of just vengeance? Will your wrath permit
A wretch like me to stalk the groaning earth?
[Page 68] Ye mountains hide me!—Oh! no place can hide
A deed accurs'd like mine!
Falls down.
Orel.
And do I live
To see my mother thus?—A ghastly form!
A little while and those dead lips had utt'rance!
That heart beat warm with gen'rous affection!
Thus do I see thee? Is this mangled corse
All that is left me of thee?
Carlos.
She, like me
Has lost a parent—Lend her your assistance,
My friends, support her weak and tender frame.
Alzuma.
(Rising on his knees)
She gave me being, and this impious hand
Hath giv'n a stab to nature: to the womb
That brought me forth, bears the assassin's knife;
I wait just pow'rs for your dread pleasure: strike
Here—strike at once; launch your red vengeance down—
Punish and pity me!—
Carlos.
His woes are great
And his heart lab'ring with the strong compunction
Speaks the soul big with ev'ry gen'rous instinct,
Wild nature's growth—Forgive me, oh, my father,
Who there liest stretched in death—if I respect
The virtues of a foe—Alzuma rise—
Repentance may efface—
Alzuma.
Away, nor talk
(
starting up)
Of fruitless penitence—no gods can pardon
A crime like this—See there those glaring orbs!
That bosom gor'd by this destructive hand!—
Orazia!—oh that look, that smile in death
Damns me beyond all depth—And yet I must
I will approach her
(
kneels down by her)
I no more can murder thee—
Where are your tortures, Spaniard? Lo! that sight—
Tear out—dissect my heart.—
Carlos.
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Alzuma hear me—
In thee I have beheld the fierce extreme
Of savage virtue—for a father lost
You've laid a scene of blood—But now behold
A Christian's virtue—By thy fatal arm
My father there lies dead—and I forgive you—
Alzuma.
Forgive!—Forgive me said'st thou!
Carlos.
Yes, nay more;
I pity your misfortunes—for your country
You've bravely fought! and I applaud your valour.
For the mistaken zeal which here by slaughter
Would plant the worship of the God of peace,
I do disclaim it all—That righteous God
Who gave the sun its light, and from his hand
Launch'd forth the stars into the void immense,
He tells weak erring man—We may persuade
Our fellow creatures to embrace their good,
But ev'n for truth itself must not destroy.
Orel.
(Rising up)
Oh! wherefore, Carlos, were those godlike virtues
To this sad hour conceal'd! Christians and Indians
Both, both have err'd alike—The cruelty
That mark'd its way with blood, provok'd revenge:
But this your effort of unheard of goodness,
Bids us repent ev'n of our country's love,
Ev'n of our gods, and Orellana's heart
Turns christian at the thought!—
Alzuma.
Oh, lost Peru!
Fall'n, fall'n indeed!—thy foe was hitherto
A robber, and a murderer!—now he conquers;
Now his religion triumphs—all thy gods,
Oh, land belov'd! thy gods prepare for flight,
They yield to some divinity unknown,
Some great first cause of all!—and shall you sun
[Page 70] Move at a maker's will his stated round,
No longer now ador'd!—the host of stars,
Shall they be deem'd his work? the rainbow too,
That over arches the wide tracts of air,
Is his the hand that bent it?—I am lost
In doubt and wonder!—Spaniard mark my words:
If such the virtues which your God inspires
We'll learn of thee to live. And oh! will learn
Thou murdered excellence! of thee to die.—
Carlos.
Enlighten'd hence, ye rulers of each state
Learn to extinguish fierce religious hate;
Truth came reveal'd from the eternal mind,
To bid us love, and not destroy mankind.
Not blast the work, which heav'n with pleasure owns,
Hear, bigot kings! and tremble on your thrones.
FINIS.