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that I'm all over in an agony! but will it last? isn't it only a dream, my Lord?

MARQUIS.

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I thought it, so once; for, on escaping from my cell, by means of that most welcome instrument, which separated chains and bars; and which your kindness placed within the Caravan. I fancied Ì beheld two heavenly Visions; but on their rushing to my arms-transporting thought! I found 'twas Leonora, and my Julio! Oh! that moment well atoned for all my sufferings.

BLABBO.

And for mine ;--and now, look my Lord-That window opens to the sea-shore: and, if some friendly hand below would fix this ladder of our modest Governor's-to be sure the chances are rather against us and there is an other, queer, odd mode of escaping-but-but

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Why, some-how-Shall I -No! sooner than these open-mouth'd sharks shall swallow any of the party-I'll swallow the secret!-tho' of two evils, curse me if I know which is the least?-My Lord, the window is the plan, and there I'll watch. (opens the window and looks out.)

MARQUIS.

Do, and despair not of success!-Hope, prompts me to be sanguine, and to-morow's dawn shall shew us Africa and peace!

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BLABBO.

BLABBO, (at the window,)

Joy! joy, my lord, I spy a friend!

MARQUIS.

Indeed! Who is it?

BLABBO.

Who, but Rosa! See, she beckons me to throw out the ladder. O, you cunning little rogue! When we are married, I see you'll be too much for me! There, (throwing out the ladder.)-She's got it; 'tis fix'd! Now, my lord, for freedom.

MARQUIS.

And now, Leonora, for liberty and love!
DON GOMEZ. (from without.)

You search that part of the castle; I'll search

this.

MARCHIONESS.

Heaven's!-the Governor! What's to be done?

BLABBO, (locking ont.)

So it is,-O, lord! all's over!

Enter DoN GOMEZ.

DON GOMEZ.

So; here you are! I've caught you! Come along, come; every one of you to the scaffold, this mo

ment.

MARCHIONESS kneeling with JULIO.

Oh, for the sake of this dear innocent !-See, how he pleads for mercy for his father.

DON

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'DON GOMEZ.

Come along, I say; and in return for bringing me down a ladder, see how you'll look when you go up one-what, you demur; Guards! Guards!

Calling "GUARDS" vociferously, and Stamping violently at the same moment, BLABBO sounds the Horn: The trap-door opens under DON GOMEZ's feet, he descends, calling "GUARDS "all the time.

BLABBO.

Ha, ha! There you go down again, Governor! Don't be angry, my Lord.-he's gone, where he'll have a very warm reception: But come, hereafter I'll explain the mystery. And now to pursue our journey.

TRIO.

BLABBO, MARCHIONESS and Rosa.
ROSA, (without.)

Blabbo Blabbo! haste away.

BLABBO, and MARCHIONESS,

We come! we come, without delay!

ROSA.

Lose not a moment, for I fear,
The cruel Governor is near..

BLABBO.

No, no, the cruel Governor is there,

"And the foe

"Now below.

"For desperate deeds prepare."

Thên

MARCHIONESs, Rosa and BLABBO.

Then now we'll sing from night till morn,
The praises of this merry horn,
That gave us joy and liberty.

Then now we'll sing, &c.

Exeunt at the Window.

SCENE the Last.

The Sea-shore, Light-house, &c.

Flourish.-Enter NAVARRO and Soldiers.

NAVARRO.

Away! search all the coast, and scour the country round! the time, the place, will lead to their detection; and tho' they've triumph'd o'er a coward Governor; they shall not escape Navarro.

Enter a SOLdier.

Well! what tidings?

SOLDIER,

My Lord, the Marquis and his lady are this moment captured; but their vile agent is not yet discovered.

NAVARRO.

No matter! the Marchioness is Manuel's prize, -go, bring her hither. (Exit Soldier.) And you, Guzman, conduct the Marquis to that fire-ship; there wait my orders.

(Exit Guzman.)

NAVARRO.

Enter the MARCHIONESS and JULIO, guarded.

NAVARRO.

So, madam, you are prisoner to the Regent ;Speak-will you listen to his suit?

Never!

MARCHIONESS.

NAVARRO.

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Consider well!-he bade me tell you he was most unhappy.

MARCHIONESS.

I know-Villains are ever wretched! let him but imitate my lov'd Alphonso, and e'en in death, virtue shall aid and cheer him !

NAVARRO.

Villain! Have a care-honor directs and guides

him

MARCHIONESS.

Indeed!-'Tis honour then to tyrannize, to torture and destroy !-And when a Mother and a Wife prefer the blessings of connubial love, to an Usurper's offers-'tis honour that confines her Husband as a traitor, and nobly dooms him to despair and famine!

NAVARRO.

Hear then-proud woman! hear my last resolve: Accept the regent's offer, or lov'd Alphonso and your Son, shall perish instantly before you!

MARCHIONESS, (after a pause.)

Well-be it so-Better lose every thing than pure honor, which Manuel never dreamt of

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