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TO     LADY 


1    VISCOUNTESS  NUNEHAM. 


MADAM, 

X  H  AV  E  many  reafons  to  be  flattered  with 
the  public  reception  of  this  Tragedy,  yet  I 
confefs  my  fblicitude  for  its  reputation  extends 
further. 

Your  Ladyfhip's  having  permitted  me  the 
honour  of  infcribing  it  to  you,  will  in  Ibme 
meafure  gratify  my  ambition  by  recommend- 
ing it  to  the  reader,  whofe  judgment  is  not 
influenced  by  the  adventitious  affiftance  of 
theatrical  decorations  and  the  graces  of 
action. 

Where  your  Ladyfhip's  name  appears  as  a 
patronefs,  merit  will  be  expected  -y  and  where 
there  is  a  wifh  to  find  any,  probably  none 
will  pafs  unnoticed. 


A  2  Whatever 


i7          DEDICATION. 

Whatever  motive  may  be  affigned  for  this 
Addrefs,  my  principal  purpofe  will  be  fully 
anfwered  if  your  Ladymip  accepts  it,  as  a 
teftimony  of  my  gratitude  for  the  favours  I 
have  received  from  the  Noble  Family  to 
which  you  are  fo  happily  united,  and  of  the 
perfect  efleem  and  refpecl:  of 

MADAM, 

Your  Ladyfhip's 
Much  obliged  and 
Moil  obedient 
Humble  Servant, 


ROBERT  JEPHSON. 

Dublin  Caftle, 
Febr.  1775. 


PROLOGUE. 

Written     by    ARTHUR     MURPHY,    Efq. 
SPOKEN    BY    MR.    PALMER. 

V  V  H I L  E  in  thefe  days  of  fentiment  and  grace 
Poor  comedy  in  tears  refigns  her  place, 
And  fmit  with  novels,  full  of  maxims  crude, 
She,  that  was  frolick  once,  now  turns  a  prude  ; 
To  her  great  end  the  tragic  mufe  afpires, 
At  Athens  born,  and  faithful  to  her  fires. 

The  comic  fitter  in  hyfteric  fit, 
You'd  fwear,  has  loft  all  memory  of  wit. 
Folly,  for  her,  may  now  exult  on  high  ; 
Feather'd  by  ridicule  no  arrows  fly ; 
But  if  you  are  diftrefs'd,  (he's  fure  to  cry. 
She  that  could  jig,  and  nick-name  all  heav'n's  creatures, 
With  forrows  not  her  own  deforms  her  features ; 
With  ftale  reflections  keeps  a  conftant  pother ; 
Greece  gave  her  one  face,  and  (he  makes  another; 
So  very  pious,  and  fo  full  of  woe, 
You  well  may  bid  her  "  To  a  nunnery  go." 
Not  fo  Melpomene ;  to  nature  true 
She  holds  her  own  great  principle  in  view. 
She,  from  the  firft,  when  men  her  pow'r  confeft, 
When  grief  and  terror  feiz'd  the  tortur'd  breaft, 
She  made,  to  ftrike  her  moral  to  the  mind, 
The  ftage  the  great  tribunal  of  mankind. 

Hither  the  worthies  of  each  clime  me  draws, 
Who  founded  flares,  or  refcued  dying  laws ; 
Who,  in  bafe  times,  a  life  of  glory  led, 
And  for  their  country  who  have  toil'd  or  bled  ; 
Hither  they  come,  again  they  breathe,  they  live, 
And  virtue's  meed  through  ev'ry  age  receive. 

Hither  the  murd'rer  comes,  with  ghaftly  mien  ! 
And  the  fiend  confcience  hunts  him  o'er  the  fcene. 
None  are  exempted  ;  all  muft  re-appear, 
And  even  kings  attend  for  judgement  here  ; 
Here  find  the  day,  when  they  their  pow'r  abufe, 
Is  a  fcene  furnilh'd  to  the  tragic  mufe. 

Such 


PROLOGUE. 

Such  is  her  art,  weaken'd  perhaps  at  length, 
And,  while  (he  aims  at  beauty,  lofing  ftrength. 
Oh  !  when  refuming  all  her  native  rage, 
Shall  her  true  energy  alarm  the  ftage  ? 

This  night  a  bard— (our  hopes  may  rife  too  high, 
'Tis  yours  to  judge  ; — 'tis  yours  the  caufe  to  try) 
This  night  a  bard,  as  yet  unknown  to  fame, 
Once  more,  we  hope,  will  rouze  the  genuine  flame. 
His  ;  no  French  play  ;--  tame,  polifh'd,  dull  by  rule  ! 
Vigorous  he  comes,  and  warm  from  Shakefpeare's  fchool. 
Infpir'd  by  him,  he  mews,  in  glaring  light, 
A  nation  ftruggling  with  tyrannic  might ; 
Oppreflion  rufhing  on  with  giant  ftrides  ; 
A  deep  confpiracy,  which  virtue  guides  ; 
Heroes,  for  freedom  who  dare  ftrike  the  blow, 
A  tablature  of  honour,  guilt  and  woe. 
If  on  his  canvafs  nature's  colours  mine, 
You'll  praife  the  hand  that  trac'd  the  juft  defign. 


EPILOGUE, 


EPILOGUE. 

By    a    FRIEND. 
SPOKEN    BY    MRS.    Y  A T  E  S. 


JL  S  it  permitted  in  this  age  fevere, 

For  female  foftnefs  to  demand  a  tear  ? 

Is  it  allow'd  in  fuch  cenforious  days, 

For  female  virtue  to  folicit  praife  ? 

Dares  manly  fenfe,  beneath  a  tender  form, 

Prefume  to  diftate,  and  afpire  to  warm  ? 

May  fo  unnatural  a  being  venture 

As  a  true  heroine  on  the  ftage  to  enter  ? 

No,  fays  a  wit,  made  up  of  French  grimaces, 

Yet  felf-ordain'd  the  high-pried  of  the  graces. 

Women  are  play-things  for  our  idle  hours, 

Their  fouls  unfinifh'd,   and  confin'd  their  pow'rs ; 

Loquacious,  vain,  by  flight  attentions  won, 

By  flattery  gain'd,  and  by  untruths  undone. 

Or  fliould  fome  grave  great  plan  engage  their  minds, 

The  firft  caprice  can  give  it  to  the  winds  j 

And  the  chief  ftatefwoman  of  all  the  fex 

Grows  nervous,  if  a  fop  or  pimple  vex. 

Injurious  (landers  !— in  Louifa's  air 
Behold  th'  exemplar  of  a  perfeft  fair ; 
Juft,  tho'  afpiring  ;  merciful,  tho' brave  ; 
Sincere,  tho'  politic  ;  and  tho'  fond,  no  flare  ; 
In  danger  calm,  and  fmiling  in  fuccefs, 
But  as  fecuring  ampler  means  to  blefs. 

Nor  think,  as  Zeuxis,  for  a  faultlefs  piece, 
CulPd  various  charms  from  various  nymphs  of  Greece, 
Our  bard  has  center'd  in  one  beauteous  whole, 
The  rays  that  gleam  thro'  many  a  feparate  foul. 
On  Britain's  and  Terne's  fhores  he  faw 
The  models  of  the  fair  he  dar'd  to  draw  ; 
True  virtue  in  thefe  ifles  has  fix'd  her  throne, 
And  many  a  bright  Louifa  is  our  own. 


PERSONS. 


Don  Juan,  Duke  of  Braganza  Mr.  Reddifh. 

Almada  —  —  Mr.  Aickin. 

Ribiro  —  —  Mr.  Palmer. 

Mendoza          —  •—  Mr.  Brereton. 

Antonio  —  Mr.  Wrighten. 

Mello  —  Mr.  Wheeler. 

Roderic  —  —  Mr.  Wright. 

Ferdinand  —  —  Mr.  Norris. 

Lemos  —  —  Mr.  Ufher. 

Corea  —  Mr.  Hurft. 

Velafquez,  Minifter  of  Spain  Mr.  Smith. 

Pizarro  —  —  Mr.  Davit's. 

Ramirez  —  —  Mr.  Packer. 

Officer  —  Mr.  Keen. 

Firft  Citizen  —  Mr.  Wright. 

Second  Citizen  —  Mr.  Griffiths. 

Ines  —  —7  Mrs.  Johnflon,. 

Louifa,  Dutchefs  of  Braganza  Mrs.  Yates. 

Gentlemen,  Attendants,  Soldiers,  &c. 


SCENE,     LISBON. 


BRAGANZA; 

A       TRAGEDY. 


ACT  I. 

SCENE        I.      A  Piazza. 

R  I  B I  R  O  meeting  a  Spanijb  Officer  conducing  two  Citizens 
bound.  L  E  M  O  S  and  C  O  i<  E  A  following  R I B I  R  O  at 
a  little  Diftance. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 


HoL 


D,  officer — What  means  this  fpe&acle  ? 
Why  lead  you  thus  in  fetters  thro'  the  flreets 
Thefe  aged  citizens  ? 

OFFICER. 

Behold  this  order.  [Jhenvs  a  paper. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 
I  know  the  character.     '  fis  figned  Velafquez. 

ift     CITIZEN. 
We  have  not  mines  of  unexhaufted  gold 
To  feed  rapacious  Spain  and  Hern  Velafquez  : 
And  wrung  by  hard  exadtions  for  the  ftate — 

OFFICER. 
No  more — I  muft  not  fuffer  it — 

R   I  B   I  R  O.       (pointing  to  the  prifcners.) 

Pray,  Sir — 

See  thefe  white  hairs,  thefe  {hackles — Mifery 
May  fure  complain — >-You  are  a  foldier,  Sir, 
Your  mien  befpeaks  a  brave  one — 

OFFICER. 

I  will  walk  by. 
Detain  them  not  too  long — Tis  a  harfh  fentence. 

\Pff.cer  ivitkdraws  a  little. 
B  2d   CITIZEN. 


-2  BRAGANZA, 

ad    CITIZEN. 

0  good  Ribiro,  what  have  we  deferved, 
That  theie  rude  chains  fhou'd  gall  us  I 

RIBIRO. 

What  deferved  ! 

ift     CITIZEN. 
The  little  all  our  induftry  had  earn'd, 
To  fmooth  the  bed  of  ficknefs,  nurfe  old  age, 
And  give  a  decent  grave  to  our  cold  afties, 
Spain's  hungry  minions  have  already  feized. 

• 

RIBIRO. 

1  know  the  reft — Dry  up  thefe  fcalding  tears — 
The  hour  of  your  deliv'rance  is  at  hand  : 

—An  arm  more  ftrong  than  {huts  your  prifon  doors, 
Shall  burft  them  foon,  and  give  you  ample  vengeance. 

CITIZENS. 
May  we  indeed  expecl; — 

RIBIRO. 

— Mod  fure — But  hufli — 
Refume  the  femblance  of  this  tranfient  ihame, 
And  hide  your  hope  in  fadnefs — Brave  Caililian, 
Thanks  for  this  courtefy.  [To  the  Officer  y  who  returns. 

CITIZENS. 

Lead  on — Farewell. 

[Exeunt  Guard  and  Citizen;. 

LEMOS   WCOREA  come  forward  to   RIBIRO. 
RIBIRO. 

'  Was  that  a  fight  for  Lifbon  ? 

L  E  M  O  S. 

O  fhame  !    flume  ! 
What  crime  cou'd  they  commit  ? — Old,  helplefs,  plunder'*! — 

RIBIRO. 

— Even  thoughts  arc  crimes  in  this  diilemr-er'd  ftate. 

2  They 


BRAGANZA.  3 

They  once  had  wealth  as  you  have — Spain  thought  meet 
To  feize  it- — They  (ralh  men)  have  dar'd  to  murmur. 
Velafquez  here — our  fcourge — King  Philip's  idol, 
Whom  Portugal  muft  bow  to — mildly  dooms  them, 
But  to  perpetual  bondage  for  this  treafou. 

L  E  M  O  S. 

We  muft  be  patient — 'Tis  a  curelefs  evil. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Is  patience  then  the  only  virtue  left  us  ? 
Come,  come,  there  is  a  remedy  more  manly. 

C  O  R  E  A. 

Wou'd  it  were  in  our  reach  ! 

R  I  E  I  R  O. 

Look  here,  I  grafp  it. 
[Laying  bis  band  on  his  fivord. 
What  turned  to  ftatues !  —  Hence  enfranchifement 
If  the  quick  fire  that  lately  warm'd  your  breafts, 
Already  waftes  to  embers. — Am  I  ram  ? 
We  touch'd  this  theme  before — You  felt  it  then. 
Wou'd  I  cou'd  put  a  tongue  in  every  ingot, 
That  now  lies  pil'd  within  your  mafly  ftores — 
Your  gold  perhaps  might  move  you — Spain  will  feize  it, 
Then  bid  you  mourn  the  lofs  in  the  next  dungeon, 
Or  dig  her  mines  for  more — Is't  not  enough  ? — 
Indruft  me,  Lemos,  you,  good  Corea,  teach  me 
This  meeknefs  fo  convenient  to  our  foes, 
Or  pierce  this  fwelling  bofom. 

LEMOS. 

Who  can  teach  it  ? 

JTis  not  in  art  Ribirc — Know  us  better. 
The  canker  difcontent  confumes  within, 
And  mocks  our  fmooth  exterior. 

COREA. 

Hear  me  for  both  : 
For  all  th'  indignant  hearts  in  Portugal — 

B2  If 


4  BRAGANZA. 

If  curfes  fped  like  plagues  and  peftilence, 
Thus  \vou'd  I  ftrike  them  at  the  towers  of  Spain. 
May  her  fwoln  pride  burft  like  an  empty  bubble  ? 
Diilraclion  rend  her  councils,  route  and  ftiame 
Purfue  her  flying  fquadrons — Tempefls  fcatter 
And  whirlpools  fwallow  up  her  full  man'd  navies  ! 
Bold  infurreftion  fpread  thro'  all  her  ftates, 
Shaking  like  pent-up  winds  their  loofe  allegiance  ! 
All  Europe  arm,  and  every  frowning  king, 
Point  at  one  foe,   and  let  that  foe  be  Spain  ! 

R   I   B  I  R   O. 

O  be  that  curfe  prophetic  ! — Here  'tis  dangerous  j 
Nor  will  the  time  allow  to  tell  you  all. 
But  thus  far  reft  aflured  ;  —  I  fpeak  not  ra(hly  — 
A  projecl  is  on  foot,  and  now  jufl  rip'ning, 
Will  give  our  indignation  nobler  fcope, 
Than  tears  or  curfes  (priefts  and  womens.  weapons.) 
All  that  fecures  the  event  of  great  defigns, 
Sage  heads,    firm  hearts,    and  executing  arms, 
In  formidable  union  league  with  us, 
And  chain  capricious  fortune  to  our  flandard. 

L  E  M  O  S. 

Say,  can  our  aid  promote  this  glorious  caufe  ? 

R  I  B  I  R   O. 

All  private  virtue  is  the  public  fund  : 
As  that  abounds,  the  ftate  decays,   or  thrives  ; 
Each  fhou'd  contribute  to  the  general  flock, 
And  who  lends  moil,  is  mcft  his  country's  friend. 

L  E   M   O   S. 
O  wou'd  Braganza  meet  the  people's  wilh  ! 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

He  is  not  yet  refolved, — but  may  be  won  — 
Cou'd  I  allure  him  men  like  you  but  wifh'd  it, 
(For  well  he  knows  and  loves  you)  —  Trull  me,   Lemos ! 
It  wou'd  do  more  to  knit  him  to  this  caufe, 
Than  legions  of  our  hot  nobility. 

C  O  R  E  A. 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A:  5 

C  O  R  E   A. 

We  love  his  virtue — will  fupport  his  rights — « 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Then  fhew  it  by  your  deeds. — Your  artizans 
Are  prompt,   bold,    hardy,   fond  of  violence. 
Alarm  their  flumb'ring  courage,  roufe  their  rage, 
Wake  their  dulled  fenfes  to  the  fhame  and  fcorn. 
That  hifles  in  the  ears  of  willing  bondmen  ; 
If  they  will  hazard  one  bold  ftroke  for  freedom, 
A  leader  mail  be  found,  a  brave — a  juft  one. 
Anon  expsft  me  where  the  ivied  arch 
Rears  the  bold  image  of  our  late  Braganza. 
Jn  fullen  difcontent  he  feems  to  frown 
As  if  ftill  hoftile  to  the  foes  of  Lifbon. 
There  we'll  difcourfe  at  large — Almada  comes— - 

L  E  M  O  S. 
Is  he  a  friend  ? 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 
A  firm  one- — -No  difhonour 

E'er  bow'd  that  rev'rend  head — That  mighty  fpirit 
When  firft  the  oppreflbr,    like  a  flood,   o'erwhelm'd  us, 
Rear'd  high  his  country's  ftandard  and  defied  him. 
—He  comes  to  feek  me — Lofe  no  time — Remember. 

[Exeunt  Lemos  and  Corea. 

R  I   B  i  R  O     alone. 
I  fliou'd  deteft  my  zeal,   cou'd  it  be  ilir'd 
Againft  the  wholefome  rigour  of  reftraint 
Licentioufnefs  made  needful — But  good  Heaven  ! 
Foul  murders  unprovok'd,   delib'rate  cruelty — 
— The  God  within  us  muft  rife  up  againft  it. 

Enter    ALMADA. 

ALMADA. 

Well  met  Ribiro— What  new  profelytes  ? 
Thy  ardor  every  hour,  or  finds,  or  makes  them. 

RIBIRO. 


6  BRAGANZA. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

No — thank  the  Spaniards  for  our  profelytes — > 
Scarce  half  an  hour  ago,  two  citizens 
(My  blood  ftill  boils)  by  fell  Velafquez  order 
Were  drag'd  to  prifon*— - 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Spare  my  foul,  Ribiro, 
Superfluous  deteftation  of  that  villain. 

RIBIRO. 

Knowing  this  way  they  were  to  pafs,  I  brought 
Lemos  and  Corea  (whom  laft  night  I  founded) 
That  their  own  eyes  might  fee  the  outrages, 
Men  of  their  order  muft  expeft  to  meet 
Prom  power  that  knows  no  bounds,  and  owns  no  law, 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

'Twas  wifely  done ;   for  minds  of  coarfe  alloy 
But  bluntly  feel  the  touch  of  others  wrongs, 
Tho'  deep  they  take  the  impreffion  of  their  own. 

RIBIRO. 

By  heav'n  their  fury  bore  a  nobler  ftamp  ; 
Their  honeft  rage  glow'd  on  their  kindling  cheeks, 
Broke  thro*  the  cold  reftraints  of  coward  caution, 
And  fwell'd  even  to  an  eloquence  of  anger. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

' Tis  well — But  are  they  yet  inform'd  how  near 
Th'  approaching  hour,  decifive  of  our  fate, 
That  gives  us  death  or  freedom — that  the  dawn — • 

RIBIRO. 

Not  yet  — They  ftill  believe  the  Duke  at  noon 
But  vifits  Lifbon  to  command  the  march 
Of  our  new  levies,   to  the  Spanifh  bounds  ; 
Himfelf  to  follow  ftreight — Ere  then  I  mean 
Again   to  fee  them,  and  ftill  more  to  whet 
The  keenefs  of  their  hate  againft  our  tyrants. 
— At  leaft  a  thoufand  follow  where  they  lead — 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A.          J 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Their  boldnefs  well  directed  may  do  much; 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

That  care  be  mine — I've  fludied — and  I  know  them  j 
Inconftant,  fanguine,  eafily  inflam'd, 
But  like  the  nitrous  powder  uncomprefs'd, 
Confuming  by  the  blaze  nought  but  itfelf. 
'Tis  ours  to  charge  the  mine  with  deadly  feill, 
And  bury  ufurpation  in  the  ruin. 

A  L  M   A  D  A. 

I  think  we  cannot  fail — Our  friends  are  firm. 
Honour  will  bind  the  noble — Hope  the  weak, 
And  common  intereft  all* — The  infulting  Spaniard 
Broods  over  embryo  mifchiefs,  nor  Alipeds 
The  wretched  worm  conceals  a  mortal  fling 
To  pierce  the  haughty  heel  that  tramples  him. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

How  great  will  be  our  triumph,   Spain's  difgrace, 
When  ev'ry  mifchief  that  perfidious  court 
Has  fram'd  againft  Braganza's  precious  life, 
Recoils  on  the  contriver  ! 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Urge  that  home  j 

Urge  how  the  Duke's  afFedion  to  his  country, 
His  right  unqueftionable  to  her  crown, 
Firft  mark'd  him  for  the  viftim  of  falfe  Spain  ; 
That  his  commiflion  as  high  admiral, 
His  general's  ftafF,  and  all  the  lofty  pomp 
Of  his  high  founding  titles,   were  but  meant 
As  gilded  fnares  to  invite  him  to  his  death. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Thefe  truths,  fhameful  to  Philip,  muft  be  told ; 
They  will  endear  Don  Juan  to  the  people, 
Will  keep  them  waking,  reftlefs,  and  difpos'd 
To  aid  the  glorious  tumult  of  to-morrow. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 


8  BRAGANZA. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

My  heart  expands,  and  with  a  prophet'd  fire 
Seizes  the  bright  reverfion  of  our  hopes. 
I  fee  the  genius  of  our  realm  reftor'd, 
And  fmiling  lead  him  to  his  rightful  throne. 
No  wild  ambition,  like  a  pamper'd  fteed, 
O'erleaps  the  boundaries  of  law  and  reafon, 
And  tramples  every  feed  of  focial  virtue  : 
But  o'er  the  temp'rate  current  of  his  blood 
The  gentleft  paffions  brufh  their  breezy  wings, 
To  animate,  but  not  difturb  the  dream. 
Such  is  his  temper — The  approaching  hour 
Demands  perhaps  a  fterner. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Heaven  {till  kind, 

Has  in  his  confort's  breaft  {truck  deep  the  root 
Of  each  afpiring  virtue. — Bright  Louifa, 
To  all  the  foftnefs  of  her  tender  fex, 
Unites  the  nobleft  qualities  of  man  ; 
A  genius  to  embrace  the  ampler!  fcheme 
That  ever  fwell'd  the  labouring  ftatefman's  breaft  ; 
Judgment  rnoft  found,   perfuafive  eloquence 
To  charm  the  froward  and  convince  the  wife  ; 
Pure  piety  without  religion's  drofs, 
And  fortitude  that  ihrinks  at  no  difalter. 

A  L  M   A  D   A. 
She  is  indeed  a  wonder.  —  O  Ribiro, 
That  woman  was  the  fpring  that  mov'd  us  all. 
She  canvafs'd  all  our  ftrength,    urged  all  our  wrong?, 
Combin'd  our  force,  and  methodized  our  vengeance. 
Taught  us  that  ends  which  feem  impoflible 
Are  loft,  or  compafs'd  only  by  the  means ; 
That  fortune  is  a  falfe  divinit, , 
But  folly  worfhips  what  the  wife  man  makes. 
She  turn'd  our  cold  dejeclion  to  device, 
And  rous'd  defpondency  to  active  valour. 
My  age  delights  to  dwell  on  her  perfections  — 

RIBIRO. 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A.  § 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

And  I  could  ever  hear  them — Virtue's  praife 
To  honeft  ears  is  mufic.  —  But  no  more — 
A  noife  comes  this  wajr,   and  that  hurrying  throng 
Proclaims  the  upftart  Minifter's  approach. 
This  is  the  hour  with  faucy  pageantry 
Thro'  our  thin'd  flreets  he  takes  his  wonted  round  ; 
Like  the  dire  clapping  of  the  harpy's  wing, 
To  choak  the  frugal  meal  with  bitter  tears, 
And  fcare  content  from  every  humble  board. 
I  will  avoid  him.      But  I  go,  proud  man, 
When  next  we  meet  to  make  my  prefence  dreadful. 

[Exit  Ribiro. 

A  L  M  A  D  A    alone. 

Honeft  Ribiro !— To  this  hour  my  foul 

Has  kept  her  purpofe  ;   my  firm  foot  has  ne'er 

Swerv'd  from  its  path  in  Lifbon,  nor  ihall  now 

Give  way  to  infolence. — Your  country's  dregs ! 

[Looking  towards  the  train  of  J'elafquez* 
Ye  fupple  fycophants  !    Ay,   cringe  and  beg 
That  he  will  tread  upon  your  proftrate  necks, 
Or  ride  you  like  his  mules. — Authority ! 
Thy  worfhip'd  fymbols  round  a  villain's  trunk 
Provoke  men's  mockery,   not  their  reverence. 

OFFICER      entering. 
Make  way  there — room,  room  for  the  Minifter. 
Know  you  the  lord  Velafquez  comes  this  way  ?  (  To  Almada,) 
Pray,  Sir,  give  place. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 
Officious  varlet,  off ! 

Let  not  thy  fervile  touch  pollute  my  robe. 
Can  hirelings  frown  ? — - 


Entf 


io          B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A. 

Enter  V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z  and  P I Z  A  R  R  O. — The  Magijiratet 
of  Lijbon  ewitb  their  Inflgnia,  Guards  and  Attendants  pre- 
ceding. 

VELASQ_UEZ.     (looking  ft  ernly  at  Almada.) 

How  !    Am  I  then  defpifed  — 
A  tumult  in  my  prefence  : — Good,  my  lord, 
It  better  wou'd  become  your  gravity, 
To  fet  the  fair  example  of  obedience 
To  truft  and  office,  than  inftruft  the  rabble 
In  what  they  are  the  moft  prone  to,   feuds  and  faftion. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Moft  reverend  admonition  !   Hold   my  fpleen  ! 
Ye  golden  coronets  and  ermin'd  robes, 
Bend  from  your  ftools,  behold  this  wond'rous  man, 
This  Lufitanian  cenfor,   this  fag<?  Cato, 
This  conful,   with  his  lidlors,   rods  and  axes, 
Reprove  the  boy,  Almada,  for  his  lightnefs  \ 
P  I  Z   A  R  R   O. 

Regard  not  his  wild  words,   he's  old  and  choleric. 
VELASQ^UEZ.      (To  bis  train.) 

Attend  me  at  the  citadel  —  Move  on.     \Exeunt  attendants. 
I  know  not  whether  to  accufe  my  fortune, 
Or  blame  my  own  demerits ;  brave  Almada, 
That  ever  when  we  meet,  thy  angry  brow 
Rebukes  me  with  its  frown,  or  keen  reproach 
Darts  from  thy  tongue,  and  checks  the  forward  wifh 
That  fain  wou'd  court  thy  friendmip  and  efteem. 

ALMADA. 

Friendmip  with  thee  ! — Is  it  fo  flight  a  boon  ? 
If  fuch  deferve  the  name,   go  feek  for  friends 
Amidfl  the  defp'rate  crew  whofe  only  bond 
Is  the  black  confcience  of  confederate  crimes ; 
Nor  in  prepoft'rous  union  think  to  join 
•Integrity  with  guilt,  and  lhame  with  honour. 
Know  me  for  what  I  am — thy  foe  profefi'd. 

Fall 


BRAGANZA.          it 

Fall  on  thy  knee — folicit  Heaven  for  mercy, 
And  tell  that  feat  of  pride,   thy  obdurate  he  art, 
Its  laft,  its  only  virtue  is — remorfe. — 

[Exit  Almada. 
Manent    V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z    and    P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 
Go,  hoary  fool !   preach  to  the  whittling  winds, 
I  fcorn  thy  council,  and  defy  thy  hate. 
'Tis  time  enough  for  lagging  penitence, 
When  age,  like  thine,  has  quench'd  ambition's  flame. 
Now  nobler  thoughts  pofTefs  my  active  foul. 
This  haughty  province  firft  fliall  feel  my  weight, 
And  fmce  it  fcorns  my  love,  thro'  fear  obey  me. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 
Already  all  the  power  of  Spain  is  thine, 

ice  Queen,  Marg'ret,  tho'  of  Auftrian  blood, 
Bifcreet,   firm,   virtuous,  complains  in  vain  ; 
YOU  leave  her  but  a  regent's  empty  title, 
While  power  is  only  yours  :  —  And  happier  ftill, 
Braganza  fummon'd  to  attend  the  King, 
Will  foon  cut  offhis  country's  only  hope, 
And  leave  no  rival  to  obfcure  thy  luftre. 
'Bate  but  the  {hew  and  name  of  royalty, 
Thou  art  already  King. 

V  E  L  A  S   Q^U  E  Z. 

The  (hew,  the  name, 
All  that  gives  grace  and  awe  to  majefty 
Shall  foon  be  mine,  Pizarro — Olivarez, 
Whofe  counfels  rule  the  Efcurial,  to  my  hand 
Has  long  refign'd  the  reins  of  Portugal, 
And  dreams  not  (unfufpicious  of  my  faith) 
The  Delegate,  the  creature  of  his  breath, 
Anon  will  bid  defiance  to  his  power, 
And  rank  himfelf  with  monarchs. 

PIZARRO. 

O  take  heed, 
Gonfider,   Sir,  that  power  ftill  awes  the  world— 

C  2  VELASQJLJEZ. 


2  BRA.GANZA, 


V  E  L  A  S  QU  E  Z. 
My  towering  fortune  rifes  on  a  rock, 
And  firm  as  Atlas  will  defy  the  ftorm. 
The  purple  cement  of  a  Prince's  blood 
Shall  Strengthen  its  foundation. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 
Ha! 


V  E  L  A  S  Q_U  E  Z. 

Bracjanza's. 

-  —  The  precious  mifchief  fwells  my  exulting  breafl, 
And  foon  lhall  burft  its  prifon. 

P  I  Z   A  R  R    O. 

Can  it  be  ? 

I  know  thy  dauntlefs  temper  mocks  at  fear, 
And  prudence  guides  thy  daring.  —  But  a  Prince 
Follovv'd  by  faithful  guards  —  encompafs'd  round 
With  troops  of  gallant  friends  —  the  people's  idol  —  • 

VELASQ^UEZ. 
Is  mortal,  like  the  meaneft  of  his  train, 
And  dies  before  to-morrow.  —  Ceafe  to  wonder  — 
But  when  this  mighty  ruin  makes  the  realm, 
Prepare  like  me,  with  well-diflembled  grief, 
To  hide  our  real  joy,  and  blind  fufpicion. 

\FlouriJb   of  trumpets. 

Thefe  trumpets  fpeak  his  entrance  ;  never  more 
Such  fprightly  notes,  nor  fhout  of  joyful  friends^ 
Pzean  or  choral  fong  mail  uftier  him  ; 
But  fad  folemnity  of  funeral  pomp, 
Mute  forrow,  mournful  dirges,  ghaftly  rites, 
Marfhal'd  by  death,  in  comfortlefs  array, 
Wait  his  cold  relics  to  their  fepulchre. 

End  of  the    Fir/f     ACT. 

ACT 


BRAGANZA.          13 

ACT  II. 

SCENE      I. 

An  Anthbamler  in  the  Duke  of  BRAGANZA 's   Palace. 
RIBIRO,     MENDOZA. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

.Zi.  Moment's  paufe,  Mendoza !  here  appointed 
By  promife  to  the  Duke  at  noon  to  wait  him, 
I  could  not  mingle  with  his  followers, 
So  faw  it  but  in  part — 

MENDOZA. 

The  air  ilill  rings 
With  loudeft  acclamations. 

RIBIRO. 

Yes,  Mendoza ; 

With  joy  I  heard  them — heard  the  vaulted  flcy 
Echo  Braganza. — 'Twas  no  hireling  noife, 
No  faftion's  roar  of  mercenary  joy, 
Sound  without  tranfport — but  the  heart-felt  cry 
Of  a  whole  nation's  welcome.     Hear  it  Spain  1 
Proud  ufurpation  hear  it ! 

MENDOZA. 

The  whole  way 

Was  cover'd  thick  with  panting  multitudes, 
That  fcarce  left  paflage  for  their  chariot  wheels  ; 
The  trees  were  bent  with  people ;  ev'ry  roof, 
Dome,  temple,  portico,   fo  clofely  fill'd, 
The  gazers  made  the  wonder.     Here  and  there 

A  difcou- 


i4          B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A. 

A  difcontented  Spaniard  rtalk'd  along 
Should'ring  the  crowd  ;  and  with  indignant  {"corn 
Turn'd  up  his  fallow  cheek  in  mockery. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

We  ftiall  retort  their  fcorn — Mark'd  you  the  Duke  ? 
His  mind  is  ever  letter'd  in  his  face. 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

Pleafure  was  mingled  with  anxiety, 
Both  vifible  at  once.     But,  O  what  words 
Can  paint  the  angel  form  that  grac'd  his  fide, 
His  bright  Louifa  !  like  th'  Olympian  Queen, 
When  o'er  her  fragrant  bofom  Venus  bound 
Th'  enchanting  Ceftus — from  her  lucid  eyes 
Stream'd  the  pure  beams  of  foft  benevolence, 
And  glories  more  than  mortal  {hone  around  her. 
Harmonious  founds  of  dulcet  inftruments 
Swell'd  by  the  breath,  or  fwept  from  tuneful  wire, 
Floated  in  air — while  yellow  Tagus  burn'd 
With  prows  of  flaming  gold  ;  their  painted  flags 
In  gaudy  frolick  fluttering  to  the  breeze. 
On  to  their  palace  thus  the  triumph  came  : 
Alighted  at  the  gate,  the  princely  pair 
Exprefs'd  their  thanks  in  filent  dignity 
Of  gefture,  far  more  eloquent  than  words ; 
Then  turn'd  them  from  the  throng — 

,     R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Why  this  looks  well. 

The  Duke  will  fure  be  rous'd  to  refolution 
By  this  bright  prefage  of  his  coming  glory. 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

With  grief  I  learn  he  fall  is  undetermin'd. 
His  fears  prevail  againft  the  public  wifh  ; 
And  thus  the  ill-pois'd  fcale  of  our  fair  hopes, 
Mounts  light  and  unfubftantial. 


R  I  B  I  R  O. 


BRAGANZA.  15 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

O  you  wrong  him. 

I  know  his  noble  nature — Juan's  heart 
Pants  not  with  felfifh  fear — His  wife,   his  friAds, 
An  infant  family,  a  kingdom's  fate, 
More  than  his  own,  befiege  his  ftruggling  foul ; 
He  muft  be  more  than  man,  who  will  not  hear 
Such  powerful  calls,  and  lefs,  who  can  defpife  them. 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 
Indeed  I  cannot  wonder  he's  difturb'd, 
But  doubts  are  treafon  in  a  caufe  like  this. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Difmifs  thefe  fears— —Louifa's  gentle  fway 
Will  fix  him  to  our  purpofe.     Night's  chafte  orb 
Rules  not  the  heavings  of  the  reftlefs  tide, 
More  fure  than  me  with  mild  afcendancy 
Can  govern  all  his  ebbs  and  flows  of  paffion. 
But  come,  by  this  time  the  fond  multitude 
Have  gaz'd  away  their  longing,  and  retire. 
Our  greeting  will  be  feafonable  now.  [Extuat. 

SCENE      II. 

A  magnificent  Chamber  in  the  Duke  of  BRAGANZA'-f  Pa! aft. 

The  Duke  /peaking    to   LEMOS    and  CORE  A Qtbrr 

Citizens  at  a  little  Dijtance. 

DUKE. 

No  more  kind  countrymen — This  goodnefs  melts  me. 
What  can  I  render  back  for  all  thefe  honours? 
This  wond'rous  prodigality  of  praife  ? 
What  but  my  life,  whene'er  your  v.-ellfare  afks  it. 

LEMOS. 

Heav'n  guard  that  precious  life  for  Portugal ! 
To  you,   as  to  a  tutelary  God, 
This  finking  country  lifts  her  fuppliant  hands, 

Ami 


i5          BRAGANZA. 

And  certain  of  your  ftrength,  implores  your  arm 
To  raife  her  proftrate  genius  from  the  dufl. 

DUKE. 

A  private  man,  a  fubjecl  like  yourfelves, 
Bankrupt  of  power,  though  rich  in  gratitude  — 
The  fenfe  of  what  you  fuffer  wrings  my  foul, 
Nor  makes  your  forrows  lefs. 

DUTCHES  S. 

Much  injur'd  men 

Whom  love  not  fear  mould  govern  —  from  this  hour 
Know  we  efpoufe  your  caufe  —  We  have  not  hearts 
Of  aliens,   to  behold  with  pafiing  glance 
And  cold  indifference,  the  ruthlefs  fpoiler 
Smile  o'er  the  ravage  of  your  fertile  plains. 
We  feel  the  fetters  that  difgrace  your  limbs  ; 
We  mourn  the  vigour  of  your  minds  deprefs'd  : 
With  horror  we  behold  your  gen'rous  blood, 
Drain'd  by  the  infatiate  thirft  of  ravening  wolves, 
If  we  have  nature,  we  muft  feel  your  wrongs, 
If  we  have  power,  redrefs  them— 

C  O  R  E  A. 

Matchlefs  lady  ! 

There  fpoke  our  rightful  Queen,  our  better  angel  ! 
In  us  behold  your  fervants,  fubjefts,  foldiers; 
Though  yet  unpraclis'd  in  the  trade  of  war, 
Our  fwords  will  find  an  edge  at  your  command. 

DUKE. 

We  neither  doubt  your  courage  nor  your  love, 
And  both  perhaps  ere  long  may  meet  the  trial—— 
I  would  detain  you  —  but  our  conference, 
Might  now  be  dangerous  —  Rank  me  with  your  friends, 
And  know  I  have  a  heart  for  Portugal. 

[Exeunt  Lemos,  Corea, 


Manoit 


B&AGANZA.          17 

Manent    DUKE    and   D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S* 

DUTCHES  S. 

Why  wears  my  Juan's  brow  that  thoughtful  cloud 
Why  thus  with  downcaft  look  and  folded  arms  ? 
When  ev'ry  other  bofom  fwells  with  hope, 
When  expectation,   like  a  fiery  deed, 
Anticipates  the  courfe,   and  pants  to  hear 
The  fprightly  fignal  ftart  him  for  the  goal. 
Think  that  the  people  from  their  leader's  eye 
Catch  the  fure  omens  of  their  future  fate  ; 
With  his  their  courage  falls,   their  fpirits  rife  ; 
For  confidence  is  conqueft's  harbinger. 

DUKE. 

Light  of  thy  Juan's  life  !   My  foul's  beft  joy  ? 
Swifter  than  meteors  glide,  or  wings  of  wind, 
My  nimble  thoughts  moot  thro'  their  whirling  round  : 
A  thoufand  cares  diftraft  this  anxious  breaft. 
To  recompenfe  the  dark  uncertainty 
Of  this  dread  interval,   'twixt  now  and  morn, 
Weuld  aflt  whole  years  of  happinefs  to  come. 
Now  thou  art  mine,  thefe  faithful  arms  enfold  thee  ; 
But  oh  !  to-morrow  may  behold  thee  torn 
By  barbarous  ruffians  from  their  fond  embrace, 
The  flowing  honours  of  that  beauteous  head, 
May  fweep  a  fcaffbld's  dull,   and  iron  death 
Clofe  in  eternal  fleep  thofe  radiant  eyes 
That  beam  with  love  and  joy  unutterable. 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

O  make  me  not  your  curfe,   as  fure  I  muft  be, 
The  flain,   the  blot  of  your  immortal  fame, 
If  one  foft  pafiion  like  a  languid  fpell, 
Diflblve  thy  manly  fortitude  of  foul, 
And  melt  the  prince  and  patriot  in  the  huiband. 

DUKE. 

That  tender  union  is  the  healing  balm, 
The  cordial  of  my  foul— -our  deftinies 

D  Are 


iS  B    R     A    G     A    N     Z     A. 

Are  twin'd  together — Were  my  fingle  life 
The  only  forfeit  of  this  perilous  chance, 
I'd  throw  it,  like  a  heedlefs  prodigal, 
And  wanton  with  my  fortune — But  alas  ! 
More  than  the  wealth  of  worlds  is  now  at  flake. 
And  can  I  hazard  this  dear  precious  pledge, 
Venture  my  all  of  blifs  on  one  bold  caft, 
Nor  feel  the  conflict  that  now  rends  my  heart  ? 

DUTCHES  S. 
Why  do  you  tremble  ? — Thefe  cold  ftruggling  drops — 

DUKE. 

— They  fall  for  thee  Louifa — my  quell'd  fpirit 
Avows  its  weaknefs  there  — 

DUTCHES  S. 

'Tis  cruel  fondnefs, 
It  wounds  me  deeply  Juan. 

DUKE. 

Witnefs  honour ! 

Thy  martial  call  ne'er  found  Braganza's  ear 
Cold,  till  this  bitter  moment. — I  have  met, 
Nay  courted  death,   in  the  fteel'd  files  of  war, 
When  fquadrons  wither'd  as  the  giant  trod; 
Nor  mrunk  ev'n  when  the  hardieil  in  the  field 
Have  paufed  upon  the  danger — Here,  I  own, 
My  agonizing  nerves  degrade  the  foldier, 
Ev'n  to  a  coward's  frailty — Should  the  fword 
Which  black  deftrudlion  foon  may  wave  o'er  all, 
(Avert  it  Heaven  !)  ftrike  at  thy  precious  life, 
Should  but  one  drop,   forc'd  by  rude  violence, 
Stain  that  dear  bofom,  I  were  fo  accurs'd, 
The  outflretch'd  arm  of  mercy  could  not  feve  me. 

DUTCHES  S. 
I  have  a  woman's  form,  a  woman's  fears, 
I  flirink  from  pain  and  ftart  at  diflblution. 
To  fhun  them  is  great  Nature's  prime  command  j 

i  Yet 


B    R     A    G     A    N     Z     A.  19 

Yet  fummon'd  as  we  are,  your  honour  pledg'd, 
Your  own  juft  rights  engag'd,   your  country's  fate, 
Let  threat'ning  death  affume  his  direft  form, 
Let  dangers  multiply,  ftill  would  I  on, 
Still  urge,  exhort,  confirm  thy  conftancy, 
And  though  we  perifh'd  in  the  bold  attempt, 
With  my  laft  breath  I'd  blefs  the  glorious  caufe, 
And  think  it  happinefs  to  die  fo  nobly. 

DUKE. 

O  thou  haft  roufed  me — From  this  hour  I  banifh 
Each  fond  folickude  that  hover'd  round  thee  : 
Thy  voice, — thy  looks— -  thy  foul  are  heav'n's  own  fire. 
'Twere  impious  but  to  doubt  that  pow'r  ordain'd  thee 
To  guide  me  to  this  glorious  enterprize: 

DUTCHES  S. 

Thou  fhalt  be  chronicl'd  to  lateft  time, 
Heaven's  chofen  inftrument  to  punifh  tyrants. 
The  great  reftorer  of  a  nation's  freedom  ! 
Thou  (halt  complete  what  Brutus  but  attempted. 
Nor  withering  age,  nor  cold  oblivion's  fljade, 
Nor  envy's  cank'rous  tooth  fhall  blaft  thy  wreaths  ; 
But  every  friend  to  virtue  ftiall  infcribe 
To  Juan's   name  eternal  monuments. 
But  fee  our  friends  approach  —  a-while  I  Peave  thee — 
Remember  ilill — thou  mult  be  king  or  nothing. 

[Exit  Dut chefs. 
DUKE    alone. 

I  will  fupprefs  th'  emotions  of  my  heart. 
Quite  to  fubdue  them  is  impoffible. 

Enter  R  I  B  I  R  O    and  M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

Welcome  ye  wakeful  guardians  of  your  country  ! 
Had  we  in  all  the  people's  mighty  mafs 
But  twenty  fpirits  matdi'd  with  you  in  virtue, 
How  might  we  bid  dehar.ce  to  proud  Spain ; 

D  2  How 


20         BRAGAN&A. 

How  fcorn  the  clofe  difguife  of  fecret  councils, 
And  challenge  their  full  force  in  open  combat  1 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Led  by  Don  Juan,  can  we  doubt  th'  event  ? 
All  things  confpire — Antipathy  to  Spain 
Is  here  hereditary — 'Tis  nature's  inftindl, 
*Tis  principle,   religion,   vital  heat. 
Old  men  to  lifl'ning  fons  with  their  lafl  breath 
Bequeath.it  as  a  dying  legacy. 
Infants  imbibe  it  at  the  mother's  bread. 
It  circles  with  their  blood,  fpreads  with  their  frame, 
Its  fountain  is  the  heart,   and  till  that  fails 
The  flream  it  fed  can  never  ceafe  to  flow. 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

That  furious  irapulfe  gives  the  Ipleen  of  fiend$ 
To  fofteft  tempers,  the  unpraftis'd  arm 
Sinews  with  lion's  ilrength,  and  drives  us  on 
Rcfifllefs  as  the  fweeping  whirlwind's  force. 

DUKE. 

All  is  propitious  !    Every  poft  is  fill'd 
With  officers  devoted  to  our  fervice  : 
Already  in  their  hearts  they  own  my  title, 
And  wait  but  for  our  orders  to  proclaim  it. 

Enter   A  L  M  A  D  A. 

DUKE. 

Come  to  my  breaft,  my  fage  admonimer!  % 

The  tutor  and  example  of  my  arms ! 
The  proud  Iberian  foon  ftiall  feel  their  force  ; 
And  learn  from  Juan's  fword  to  venerate 
The  fame  of  brave  Almada. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Thus  my  prince, 

Thus  did  I  hope  to  find  thee.     Hence  no  more 
Shall  hard  exactions  grind  the  proftrate  people  $ 

Our 


BRAGANZA-          21 

Oar  gentry  to  their  provinces  confin'd 
Languifh  no  more  in  fhameful  circumfcription  j 
No  more  our  ancient  noblemen  be  ftripp'd 
Of  all  but  empty  titles,   tinfel  names 
Like  tarnim'd  gold  on  rags  to  mock  the  wearer] 
Our  pofts  of  eminence  no  more  be  filled 
With  upftart  ftrangers,  or  the  fordid  lees 
Of  bafe  plebian  natives — 

DUKE. 

My  impatient  breaft, 

Full  of  the  expefted  joy,  like  a  young  bridegroom, 
Upbraids  the  lazy  hours  that  lag  between 
My  wifhes  and  enjoyment The  onfet  is — 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

When  St.  Lazar  beats  five,  about  that  hour 
We'll  welcome  the  fun's  rifmg  with  an  offering 
More  glorious   than  the  Perfians  Hecatomb. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

At  night  your  friends  aflemble  with  Almada 
In  dreadful  fecrecy — Then  with  rais'd  arm 
We  rufh  to  cancel  our  long  debt  to  vengeance, 
And  glut  our  thirfty  blades  with  Spanifh  gore. 

ALMADA. 

If  we  fufpend  the  blow  beyond  to-morrow 
All  may  be  loft  — » Three  thoufand  veterans 
Lye  canton'd  on  the  river's  fouthern  fide ; 
Should  our  defign  be  known,  they  will  be  call'd 
To  reinforce  the  pofts,  and  guard  the  city. 
Adieu  then  to  our  dream  of  liberty  ! 
We  rivet  clofer  chains  on  Portugal, 
And  drag  the  doom  of  traytors  on  ourfelves. 


fnttr 


22          B    R    A    G    A    N     Z     A. 

Enter     DUTCHES   S. 

DUTCHES  S. 

Siifpend  your  confultations  for  a  moment, 
Within  the  miniiler  of  Spain  attends ; 
Forgive  th*  officious  love  of  your  Louifa  : 
No  ftranger  to  his  arts,  (he  warns  her  Juan — 
DUKE. 

I  know  he  comes  in  folemn  mockery 
To  make  a  hollow  tender  of  his  fervice 
With  moft  obfequious  falfhood. 

DUTCHES  S. 

My  belt  Lord, 

Hold  ftrifteft  watch  on  all  your  words  and  motions  j 
Guard  every  look,  with  that  difcerning  villain  ; 
Subtle,  infiduous,  falfe,  and  plaufible  ; 
He  can  with  eafe  afTume  all  outward  forms, 
Seem  the  moft  honeft,  plain,  fmcere  good  man, 
And  keep  his  own  defigns  lock'd  clofe  within, 
While  with  the  lynx's  beam  he  penetrates 
The  deep  referve  of  every  other  bread. 

DUKE. 

I  too  will  wear  my  vizor  in  the  fcene, 
And  play  the  dupe  I  am  not. — Friends,  farewell ! 
Perhaps  ere  morning  we  may  meet  again — 
The  hour  is  fix'd,  Louifa  ; — all  prepar'd — 

DUTCHES  S. 

Then  this  is  onr  laft  night  of  flavery — 
A  brighter  aera  rifes  with  the  dawn.  [Exit  Date. 

If  we  may  dare  without  impiety 
To  challenge  heavenly  aid,  and  fwell  the  brezft 
With  confidence  of  more  than  mortal  vigour, 
Can  Heaven  fland  neuter  in  a  caufe  like  this  ? 
Or  favour  fraud,  oppreffion,  cruelty  ? 
••—Now gentle  friends  I  am  a  fuitrefs  to  you. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 


BRAGANZA.  23 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

You  are  our  fovereign,  madam — 'tis  your  right, 
Not  to  folicit  but  command  our  duty. 

DUTCHES  S. 
Think  me  not  light,  capricious,  variable, 
If  I  who  urg'd  ye  to  this  bold  attempt, 
And  ever  when  your  anger  feem'd  to  cool 
Pour'd  oil  to  wake  the  flame  and  feed  its  blaze, 
Now  fupplicate  with  milder  earneftnefs 
And  ftrive  to  allay  its  fury. 

A  L  M  A  D   A. 

Speak  your  pleafure ! 
The  obedience  of  our  hearts  will  follow  it  ! 

DUTCHES   S. 

I  know  the  meafure  of  your  wrongs  would  licenfe, 
Nay  jultify  the  wild  excefs  of  vengeance; 
Yet  in  the  headlong  rage  of  execution, 
Think  rather  what  your  mercy  may  permit 
Than  what  their  crimes  deferve  who  feel  your  juftice. 
O  !  follow  not  the  example  we  abhor, 
Nor  let  thofe  weapons  juftice  confecrates 
Be  dy'd  with  drops  drawn  from  the  bleeding  breaft 
Of  reverend  age,  or  helplefs  innocence. 
Wilt  thou  take  heed  Almada  ? 

A   L   M   A  D  A. 

Fear  not,  madam, 
All  mercy  not  injurious  to  our  caufe, 

Ev'n  Spaniards,  as  they  are  men,  from  men  may  challenge. 
For  Indus'  wealth  I  wou'd  not  flain  this  fword, 
Sacred  to  honour,  in  the  guiltlefs  blood 
Of  unoffending  wretches — reft  fecure, 
A  proflrate  and  defencelefs  enemy, 
Has  ftronger  guards  againft  a  brave  man's  wrath, 
Than  tenfold  brafs,  or  ftuelds  of  adamant. 

DUTCHES  S. 


24          BRAGANZA. 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

Gen'rous  Almada  !  welldoft  thou  inftrudl— 
Soft  pity  is  not  more  akin  to  love 
Than  to  true  fortitude. — Thy  foft  youth,  Mendoza, 
Need  not  be  tutor'd  to  humanity. 

MENDOZA. 

Heav'n  and  my  confcious  foul  bear  witnefs  for  me» 
That  not  to  fatiate  any  private  malice, 
But  for  the  general  good,  I  Hand  engag'd 
In  this  great  compaft. — 'Twere  a  coward's  vengeance 
To  turn  a  facrifice  to  maffacre, 
And  practice  while  I  punifli  cruelty. 

R  I   B   I  R  O. 

Till  fortune  give  one  victim  to  my  rage, 
Compafllon  and  this  bofom  muft  be  Grangers, 
No  fan&uary,  nor  interceding  prayers, 
Nor  wings  of  angels  ftretch'd  to  cover  him, 
Shall  fave  that  monfter  from  the  doom  he  merits. 

DUTCHES   S. 
You  mean  the  minifler  of  Spain,  Velafquez. 

R  I  B   I  R  O. 

I  mean  the  minifter  of  hell,   Velafquez, 
That  cool  deliberate  executioner  ; 
Jf  he  efcape,  may  this  good  arm  rot  ofF, 
All  worthy  thoughts  forfake,  and  fcorn  purfue  me  : 
Write  boafter  on  my  forehead — let  my  name 
Blifter  the  tongue  that  ipeaks  it. — Infamy 
Be  here  my  portion,  endlefs  pains  hereafter, 

DUTCHES^. 
O  would  that  facrifice  might  expiate  ! — 

R  I  B  I   R  O. 

Pardon  the  ram  efFufion  of  my  zeal ; 
It  deals  too  much  in  words. 


DUTCHES  S. 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A.          25 

DUTCHES  S. 

Not  fo,  Ribiro, 

Thy  anger  has  a  licenfe  ; — and  thy  zeal 
We  know  is  generous,  not  fanguinary. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Madam,  we  take  our  leave — good  angels  guard  you ! 
We  go  to  prove  our  duty  in  your  fervice. 
The  homage  of  our  hearts  has  long  been  yours, 
And  foon  you  lhall  receive  it  from  our  knees. 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

Believe  me,  friends,  your  loves  are  written  here, 
In  chara&ers  no  time  can  e'er  efface. 

[Exeunt  Almada,  Ribiro  and  Mendaz** 

DUTCHESS     alone. 
And  may  the  mighty  fpirits  of  paft  times 
Rais'd  by  defert  to  bright  immortal  thrones, 
Sufpend  awhile  their  tafk  of  heav'nly  praife 
In  miniftry  unfeen  to  hover  round  them  ! 
Proteft  afpiring  virtue  like  their  own, 
And  in  their  bofoms  breathe  refiftlefs  ardour  !  [Exit. 


End  of  the  Second  ACT. 


ACT 


B    R    A    G     A    N    Z    A. 


T  III. 


SCENE        I. 

Apartments  of  V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z,    in  the  Palace  of 
Vice-  Queen. 


V  E  L  A  S  CLU  E  Z,    P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

J   O  U  feem  difturb'd  — 


V  E  L  A  S  CLU  E  Z. 

With  reafon  —  dull  Braganza 
Muft  have  been  tutor'd  —  At  our  interview 
J  pradtis'd  every  fupple  artifice 
That  glides  into  man's  bofom  —  The  return 
Was  blank  referve,  ambiguous  compliment, 
And  hatred  thinly  veil'd  by  ceremony. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

Might  I  prefume  — 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

Pizarro,   I  am  flung  — 
His  father  Theodofius,  that  proud  Prince, 
Who  durft  avow  his  enmity  to  Philip, 
And  menac'd  thunders  at  my  deftin'd  head, 
With  all  his  empty  turbulence  of  rage 
Cou'd  never  move  me  like  the  calm  difdain 
Of  this  cold  blooded  Juan. 


PIZARRO. 


B    R     A    G     A    N     Z     A.  27 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

Then,  my  Lord, 
Your  purpofe  holds. 

V  E  L  A  S  CLU  E  Z. 

It  does — I  will  difpatch 

This  tow'ring  Duke,  who  keeps  the  cheek  of  Spaia 
Pale  with  perpetual  danger. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 
For  what  end  ? 

Unconfcious  of  his  fate,  he  blindly  fpeeds 
To  find  a  grave  in  Spain — Why  then  refolve 
To  fpill  that  blood,  which  elfewhere  will  be  fhed 
Without  your  crime  or  peril  ? 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

That's  the  queftion. 

Were  I  aflur'd  they  meant  his  death,  'twere  neediefs  : 
But  when  they  draw  him  once  from  Portugal, 
Where  only  he  is  dangerous,   then  perhaps 
Their  fears,  or  lenity  may  let  him  live  ; 
And  while  he  lives,  my  fiery  courfe  is  check'd, 
My  fun  climbs  (lowly,  never  can  afcend 
To  its  meridian  brightnefs. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O, 

Still,  my  Lord, 
My  mort  lin'd  wifdom  cannot  found  your  depth. 

V  E  L  A  S  Q^U  E  Z. 
I  mean  to  tell  thee  all,  for  thou  may'il  aid  me, 
And  thy  tried  faith  deferves  my  confidence. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

I  am  your  own  for  ever — Your  kind  hand, 
Bounteous  beyond  my  merit,  planted  here 
Favours  innumerable. — 

E  ?  V  E  L  A  S  QJLJ  E  Z, 


28          B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A. 


V  E  L  A  S  CLU  E  Z. 

—  Think  them  little-— 
An  earneft,   not  the.  acquittal  of  my  love. 
The  enormous  wealth  of  Juan's  royal  houfe, 
His  large  domains,  extended  influence, 
His  numerous  va/Tals  fo  have  fwell'd  his  ftate, 
That  were  his  means  but  pufh'd  to  one  great  end  ; 
How  eafy  might  he  wreft  this  realm  from  Spain, 
And  brave  King  Philip's  rage  ? 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

Good  carelefs  prince  ! 
Mild  and  uxorious!  No  ambitious  dream 
Difturbs  his  tranquil  {lumber  — 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

Jufl  his  nature  ! 

On  houfehold  wing  he  flutters  round  the  roof, 
That  with  the  princely  eagle  might  have  foar'd 
And  met  the  dazzling  fun.     Now  by  his  death 
(My  engine  cannot  fail,  this  night  he  meets  it) 
His  wealth,  his  mightinefs,  his  followers 
Become  Lcuifa's  dower  —  What  think'ft  thou  now  ? 
Cou'd  I  but  win  her  to  accept  my  hand, 
(And  much  my  art  will  move,  and  more  my  power) 
Might  not  our  union,  like  the  impetuous  courfe 
Of  blending  torrents,  break  all  feeble  mounds 
Spain  cou'd  oppoTe  to  bar  me  from  the  crown  ? 
That  once  obtain'd,  let  Olivarez  rail, 
Let  his  inglorious  mailer  call  me  traitor, 
I'll  fcorn  their  idle  fury. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

Still  I  fear 

Louifa's  heart,   cold  and  impenetrable, 
To  all  but  Juan's  love,  will  own  no  fecond, 


Tho' 


B    R    A    G    A    N     Z    A;         «j 

Tho'  big  ambition  fwells  her  female  breafl 
Beyond  the  fex's  foftnefs. 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

My  hope  refts 

Even  on  that  favourite  paflion — Grief  at  firft 
Will  drive  her  far  from  love — A  fecond  flame 
Perhaps  may  ne'er  rekindle  in  her  heart ; 
Yet,  give  her  momentary  frenzy  fcope, 
It  waftes  itfelf ;  ambition  then  regains 
Its  wonted  force  and  winds  her  to  my  lure- 
But  come  —  I  muft  not  Icfe  thefe  precious  moments, 
The  Fates  are  bufy  now. — What's  yet  untold, 
There  place  thyfelf  and  learn — Take  heed  you  move  not. 

[/Vx^rra  retirff* 
Without  there!  Ho! 

Enter    an  OFFICER. 

OFFICER. 
What  is  your  lordfliip's  pleasure  ? 

V  E  L  A  S  Q^U  E  Z. 
Attends  the  monk,  Ramirez  ? 

OFFICER. 

He  does,  my  lord. 

V  E  L  A  S  CLU  E  Z. 

Corrduft  him  in  and  leave  us. 

Enter    RAMIREZ. 

You  are  welcome, 

Moft  welcome,  reverend  father — Pray  draw  near—- 
We have  a  bufinefs  for  your  privacy, 
Of  an  efpecial  nature — The  circling  air 
Shou'd  not  partake  it,   nor  the  babbling  winds, 


3o         BRAGANZA. 

Left  their  invifible  wings  difperfe  one  breath 
Of  that  main  fecret,    which  thy  faithful  bofom 
Is  only  fit  to  treafure. 

»   A  M  I  R  E  Z. 
Good  my  lord, 
I  am  no  common  talker. 


V  E  L   A  S  Q^U  E  Z. 

Well  I  know  it, 

And  therefore  chofe  thee  from  the  brotherhood, 
Not  one  of  whom  but  wou'd  lay  by  all  thoughts 
Of  earth  and  Heaven,  and  fly  to  execute 
What  I,  the  voice  of  Spain,  commiflion'd  him. 

RAMIREZ. 
Vouchfafe  dire&ly  to  unfold  your  will, 
My  deeds,  and  not  my  words,  muft  prove  my  duty. 

VALES  Q^U  E  Z. 

Nay,  truft  me,  cou'd  they  but  divine  my  purpofe, 
The  holieft  he,  that  wafles  the  midnight  lamp 
In  prayers  and  penance,  wou'd  prevent  my  tongue 
And  hear  me  thank  the  deed,  but  not  perfuade  it. 
Therefore,  good  friend,  'tis  not  neceflity, 
That  fometimes  forces  any  prefent  means, 
And  chequers  chance  with  wifdom,  but  free  will, 
The  eledlion  of  my  judgment  and  my  love, 
That  gives  thy  aptnefs  this  pre-eminence. 

RAMIREZ. 

The  ftate,  I  know,  has  flore  of  inftruments, 
Like  well-rang'd  arms  in  ready  order  plac'd, 
Each  for  its  feveral  ufe. 

V  E  L   A  S  Q_U  E  Z. 

Obferve  me  well  ; 
Think  not  1  mean  to  fnatch  a  thanklcfs  office  ; 

4  Who 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A.          31 

Who  fervcs  the  ftate,  while  I  direcl  her  helm, 

Commands  my  friendfliip,  and  his  own  reward. 

Say,  can  you  be  content  in  thefe  poor  weeds 

To  know  no  earthly  hopes  beyond  a  cloyfter  ? 

But  ftretch'd  on  mufty  malts  in  noifome  caves, 

To  roufe  at  midnight  bells,  and  mutter  prayers 

For  fouls  beyond  their  reach,  to  fenfelefs  faints? 

To  wage  perpetual  war  with  nature's  bounty  ? 

To  blacken  fick  men's  chambers,   and  be  numbcr'd 

With  the  loath'd  leavings  of  mortality, 

The  watch-light,  hour-glafs,  and  the  naufeous  phial  ? 

Are  thefe  the  ends  of  life?  Was  this  fine  frame, 

Nerves  exquifitely  textur'd,  foft  defires, 

Afpiring  thoughts,  this  comprehensive  foul, 

With  all  her  train  of  god-like  faculties 

Given  to  be  funk  in  this  vile  drudgery  ? 

RAMIREZ. 

Thefe  are  the  hard  conditions  of  our  ftate. 
We  fow  our  humble  feeds  with  toil  on  earth, 
To  reap  the  harveft  of  our  hopes  in  Heaven. 

VALES  CLU  E   Z. 

Yet  wifer  they  who  truft  no  future  chance, 
But  make  this  earth  a  Keaven.      Raife  thy  eyes 
Up  to  the  temporal  fplendors  of  our  church  ; 
Behold  our  priors,  prelates,  cardinals ; 
Survey  their  large  revenues,  princely  ftate, 
Their  palaces  of  marble,  beds  of  down, 
Their  ftatues,  pictures,  baths,  luxurious  tables, 
That  flume  the  fabled  banquets  of  the  gods. 
See  how  they  weary  art,  and  ranfack  nature 
To  leave  no  tafte,  no  wifti  ungratified. 
Now — if  thy  fpirit  fhrink  not — I  can  raife  thee 
To  all  this  pomp  and  greatnefs. — Pledge  thy  faith, 
Swear  thou  wil't  do  this  thing — whate'er  I  urge, 
. — And  Lifbon's  envied  crozier  fhall  be  thine, 

RAMIREZ, 


3&          BRAGANZA. 

RAMIREZ. 

This  goodnefs,  fo  tranfcending  all  my  hopes, 
Confounds  my  aftonifh'd  fenfe.  —  Whate'er  it  be 
Within  the  compafs  of  man's  power  to  aft, 
I  here  devote  me  to  the  execution. 

V  E  L  A  S  Q_U  E  Z. 

I  mufl  not  hear  of  confcience  and  nice  fcruples, 
Tares  that  abound  in  none  but  meagre  foils, 
To  choak  the  afpiring  feeds  of  manly  daring  : 
Thofe  puny  inftindls,   which  in  feeble  minds, 
Unfit  for  great  exploits,   are  mifcall'd  virtue—- 

RAMIREZ. 
Still  am  I  loft  in  dark  uncertainty  ; 
And  muft  for  ever  wander,  till  thy  breath 
Deign  to  difpel  the  impenetrable  mift, 
Fooling  my  fight  that  ftrives  in  vain  to  pierce  it. 


V  E  L  A  S  CLU  E  Z. 
You  are  the  Duke  of  Braganza's  confeffor, 
And  fame  reports  him  an  exact  obferver 
Of  all  our  churches'  holy  ceremonies. 
He  ftill  is  won't  whene'er  he  vifits  Lifbon, 
Ere  grateful  flumber  feal  his  pious  lids, 
With  all  due  reverence,  from  fome  prieilly  hand 
To  take  the  myftic  fymbol  of  our  faith. 

RAMIREZ. 
It  ever  was  his  cuftom,  and  this  night 
I  am  commanded  to  attend  his  leifure 
With  preparation  for  the  folemn  aft. 


V  E  L  A  S  CLU  E  Z. 

1  know  it  —  Tak§  (fives  him  a  boxjthou  this  —  It  holds  a  wafer 
Of  fovereign  virtue  to  enfranchife  fouls, 
Too  righteous  for  this  world,  from  mortal  cares. 

A  monk 


B    R    A    G    A    N     Z    A.          33 

A  monk  of  Milan  mix'd  the  deadly  drug, 
Drawn  from  the  quinteflence  of  noxious  plants, 
Minerals  and  poifonous  creatures,  whofe  dull  bane 
Arrefts  the  nimble  current  of  life's  tide, 
And  kills  without  a  pang. 

RAMIREZ. 

I  knew  him  well, 
The  Carmelite  Caftruccio,  was  it  not  ? 


V  E  L  A  S  Q^U  E  Z. 

The  fame,  he  firft  approv'd  it  on  a  wretch 
Condemn'd  for  murder  to  the  ling'ring  wheel. 
This  night  commit  it  to  Braganza's  lips. 
Had  he  a  heart  of  iron,  giant  ftrength, 
The  antidotes  of  Pontus  —  All  were  vain, 
To  ftruggle  with  the  venom's  potency. 

RAMIREZ. 
This  night,  my  lord  ? 

V  E  L  A  S  CLU  E  Z. 

This  very  night,  nay,  fhrink  not, 
Unlefs  thou  mean'ft  to  take  the  lead  in  death, 
And   pull  thy  own  deftru&ion  on  thy  head. 

RAMIREZ. 
Give  me  a  moment's  paufe  —  A  deed  like  this— 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 
Should  be  at  once  refolv'd  and  executed. 
Think'ft  thou  I  am  a  raw  unpra&is'd  novice, 
To  make  thy  breaii  a  partner  to  the  truft, 
And  not  thy  hand  accomplice  of  the  crime  ? 
Why  'tis  the  bond  for  my  fecurity  : 
Look  not  amaz'd,  but  mark  me  needfully. 
Thou  haft  thy  choice  —  difpatch  mine  enemy. 
The  means  are  in  thy  hand  —  be  fafe  and  grr  at, 

F  Or 


34  B    R     A    G     A    N    Z    A, 

Or  inftantly  prepare  thee  for  a  death 
Which  nothing  bat  compliance  can  avert. 

RAMIREZ. 

Numbers  I  know  even  thus  have  tailed  death, 
But  Cure  imagination  fcarce  can  form 
A  way  fo  horrid,  impious  ! 

V  E  L  A  S  Q_U  E  Z. 

How's  this,  How's  this ! 

Hear  me,  pale  mifcreant,  my  rage  once  rous'd, 
That  hell  thou  dread'ft  this  moment  {hall  receive  thee. 
Look  here  and  tremble —       [Dratus  a  dagger  and  feizes  him, 

RAMIREZ. 

My  lord  be  not  fo  rafh, 

Your  fury's  deaf — Will  you  not  hear  me  fpeak  ? 
By  ev'ry  hope  that  cheers,  all  vows  that  bind, 
Whatever  horror  waits  upon  the  aft, 
Your  will  fhall  make  it  juftice — I'm  refolv'd. 

V  A  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

No  trifling,  Monk — take  heed,  for  mould^ft  thou  fail — 

RAMIREZ. 

Then  be  my  life  the  forfeit — My  obedience 
Not  only  follows  from  your  high  command, 
But  that  my  bofom  fwells  againft  this  Duke 
With  the  full  fenfe  of  my  own  injuries. — 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

Enough — I  thank  thee — Let  me  know  betimes 
How  we  have  profper'd.     Hence,  retire  with  caution, 
Deferve  my  favour,  and  then  meet  me  boldly.  [Exit  Rnmirex. 
'Tis  done — His  doom  is  feal'd — Come  forth  Pizarro. 

\Pixarro  comes  forward. 
I.s't   not  a  fubde  mifchief  ? 

PIZARRO. 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A.  35 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

Paft  all  praife, 
The  holy  tool  had  qualms. 

V  E  L  A  S  Q_U  E  Z.     (Pointing  to  hit  dagger.) 

But  this  difpell'd  them, 
And  fortified  the  coward  by  his  fears. 
His  work  perform'd,  I  mean  to  end  him  too.  — 
Say,  is  my  barge  prepar'd  as  I  commanded  ? 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  0. 

All  is  prepar'd,  my  Lord. 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

The  friends  of  Juan, 

(I'll  tell  thee  as  we  pafs)  they  fhall  not  long 
Survive  to  lift  their  crefts  fo  high  in  Lifbon.  [Extant. 

SCENE  changes  to  the  Caftle  of  A  L  M  A  D  A. 
Enter    A  L  M  A  D  A    And  an  Attendant. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Good  Perez,  fee  that  none  to  night  have  entrance 
But  fuch  whofe  names  are  written  in  that  roll, 
And  bid  your  fellows  from  the  northern  tower, 
Chufe  each  a  faulchion,  and  prepare  to  follow- 
Where  I  at  dawn  will  lead. 

ATTENDANT. 
I  will,  my  Lord. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Wait  near  the  gate  thyfelf,  nor  ilir  from  thence 
Without  my  fummons. 

F   2  ATT  END  ANT. 


36          BRAGANZA. 

ATTENDANT. 

Truft  my  vigilance.     [Exit  Attendant. 

A  L  M  A  D  A     alone. 
Now  raylefs  midnight  flings  her  fable  pall 
Athwart  the  horizon,  and  with  pond'rous  mace 
In  dead  icpofe  weighs  down  o'er-labour'd  nature, 
While  we,  the  boify  inftruments  of  fate, 
Unmindful  of  her  feafon,  wake  like  ghofts, 
To  add  new  horrors  to  the  fhadowy  fcene. 

To  him  enter  federal  of  the  Duke  of  BRAGANZA'S  Friends. 

ANTONIO. 

Health  to  Almada. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Thus  to  meet,  Antonio  ! 
Is  the  belt  health,  the  foundnefs  of  the  mind. 
Better  at  this  dark  hour  to  embrace  in  arms 
Thus  girt  for  manly  execution,  friend  ! 
Than  in  the  mazes  of  the  wanton  dance, 
Or  revelling  o'er  bowls  in  frantic  mirth, 
To  keep  inglorious  vigils. 

ANTONIO. 
True,  my  Lord. 

Enter  R  I  B  I  R  O  with  L  E  M  6  S  and   C  O  R  E  A. 

ALMADA.     (to  Rillro.) 
O  foul  of  honour,  ever,  ever  conftant. 
Thefc  are  the  worthy  citizens,  our  friends — 

R  I   B  I  R    O.      (Prifenting  Lews  and  CcreaJ 

And  fuch  as  laurell'd  Rome  might  well  have  own'd 

^  Worthy 


BRAGANZA. 

Worthy  to  fill  her  magifterial  chairs, 

When  reverence  bow'd  to  virtue  tho'  untided. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

As'fuch  I  take  their  hands,  nay  more  as  fuch, 
Their  grateful  country  will  rejoice  to  own  them. 
Are  we  all  met  ? 

ANTONIO. 

Mendoza  is  not  here, 
Nor  Roderis,   and  Mello  too  is  abfent. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

They  were  not  wont  to  be  thus  waited  for. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Anon  they  will  be  here, — mean  time  proceed, 
They  know  their  place  already  — 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Why  we  meet, 

Is  not  to  canvafs  our  opprobrious  wrongs, 
But  to  redrefs  them. — Yet  as  trumpets  found, 
To  roufe  the  foldier's  ardor, — fo  the  breath 
Of  our  calamities  will  wake  our  fires, 
And  fan  them  to  fpread  wide  the  flame  of  vengeance. 
'Tis  not  my  gift  to  play  the  orator, 
But  in  plain  words  to  lay  our  flate  before  you. 
— Our  tyrant's  grandfire,  \vhofe  ambition  claim'd, 
And  firft  ufurp'd  Braganza's  royal  rights, 
My  blood  eftablim'd  his  detefted  fway. 
Old  Tagus  blufh'd  with  many  a  crimfon  tide, 
Sluic'd  from  the  nobleft  veins  of  Portugal. 
The  exterminating  fword  knew  no  diftinclion. 
Princes,  and  prelates,  venerable  age, 


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38  BRAGANZA. 

Matrons,  and  helplefs  virgins  fell  together, 
'Till  cloy'd  and  fick  of  flaughter,  the  tir'd  foldier 
With  grim  content  flung  down  his  reeking  fteel, 
And  glutted  rage  gave  truce  to  tnaffacre. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Nor  pafs'd  the  iron  rod  to  milder  hands 
Thro'  two  fucceeding  reigns — With  cruel  zeal 
The  barbarous  offspring  emulate  their  fire, 
And  track  his  bloody  footfteps  in  our  ruin. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Now  mark  how  happily  the  time  confpires, 
To  give  our  great  achievement  permanence  ; 
• — Spain  is  not  what  flie  was,   when  Europe  bow'd. 
To  the  fifth  Charles,   and  his  degenerate  fon. 
When,  like  a  torrent  fwell'd  by  mountain  floods. 
She  fvvept  the  neighbouring  nations  with  her  arms, 
Arid  threaten'd  thofe  remote, — contracted  now 
Within  an  humble  bed,  the  thrifty  urn, 
Of  her  exhaufled  greatnefs,  fcarce  can  pour 
A  lazy  tide  thro'  her  own  mould'ring  ftatesj 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Yes  the  ColofTus  totters,   every  blaft 
Shakes  the  itupendcas  mafs  and  threats  its  downfall. 

Enter    M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

Break  off — break  off — the  fatal  fnure  is  fpread, 
And  death's  pale  hand  aflifls  to  clofe  the  toil. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Whence  this  dread  greeting  ? — Ha — thy  alter'd  cheek 
Wears  not  the  enfign  of  this  glowing  hour. 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A.  39 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

The  fcream  of  night  owls,  or  the  ravens  croak 
Wou'd  better  fuit  the  baleful  news  I  bring, 
Than  the  known  accents  of  a  friendly  voice. 
• — We  are  undone — betray'd — 

A  L  M   A  D  A. 

Say'ft  thqu — betray'd  ? 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

Our  tower  is  fap'd — the  high  rais'd  fabric  falls 
To  crufh  us  with  the  ruin  — What  avails 
The  full  maturity  of  all  our  hopes? 
This  glorious  league — -the  juftice  of  our  caufe  ? — 
— High  Heaven' might  idly  thunder  on  our  fide, 
If  traitors  to  ourfelves. — 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 
• 

Ourfelves  —  Oh  frame! 

I'll  not  believe  it  — What  perfidious  flaves — 

M  E  N  D  O   Z  A. 

Two  whom  we  thought  the  ilnews  of  our  flrength, 
Don  Roderic  and  Mello. — 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Lightnings  blaft  them  ! 
May  infamy  record  their  daftard  names, 
And  vulgar  villains  fhun  their  fellowship — 
Thsfe  hot,  loud  brawlers — 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

Are  the  flaves  of  Spain, 

And  bargain  for  the  price  of  perfidy 

On  to  the  wharf  with  quick  impatient  ftep, 
1  faw  Velafquez  prefs,  and  in  his  train 

Thefe 


40          B    R    A    G     A    N    Z     A. 

Thefe  lurking  traitors. — Now,  even  now,  they  crofs 
The  ebbing  Tagus  in  the  tyrant's  barge, 
And  haften  to  the  fort. — The  troops  of  Spain, 
Even  while  we  fpeak,  are  fummon'd  to  the  charge, 
And  mark  us  for  their  prey. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Nay  then,  'tis  paft. 

Malignant  fortune,  when  the  cup  was  rais'd 
Clofe  to  our  lips,  has  dafh'd  it  to  the  ground. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

This  unexpefted  bolt  ftrikes  flat  our  hopes, 
And  leaves  one  dreary  defolation  round  us. 
1  fee  their  hangmen  muiler, — wolf-ey'd  cruelty, 
Grimly  fedate,  glares  o'er  her  iron  hoard 
Of  racks,  wheels,  engines,  feels  her  axe's  edg5 
Licks  her  fell  jaws,  and  with  a  monfter's  thirft,. 
Already  drinks  our  blood. 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

There's  not  a  pang 

That  rends  the  fibres  of  man's  feeling  frame, 
No  vile  difgrace,  that  even  in  thought  o'er-fpreads 
The  cheek  with  burning  crimfon,  but  her  hate 
Ingenious  to  devife,  and  fure  to  inflift 
In  keeneft  agony  will  make  us  fuffer. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Wou'd  that  were  all — Our  difmal  fcene  mufl  clofe; 
Nature  o'er  power'd  at  length  will  leave  her  load, 
And  baffle  perfecution. — But  O,  Portugal ! 
Alafs  unhappy  country  !   Where's  the  bourn 
Can  mark  the  extent  of  thy  calamities. 
Like  winter's  icy  hand  our  lucklefs  end 
Will  freeze  the  fource  of  future  enterprize  : 

Oppreffion 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A.  41 

Oppreffion  then  o'er  the  devoted  realm 

Eredt  and  bold  will  ftalk  with  tenfold  ravage. 

There,  there  alone,  this  breaft  is  vulnerable  ; 

Thefe  are  the  wheels  that  wrench,  the  racks  that  tear  me. 

ANTONIO. 

But  are  there  left  no  means  to  elude  the  danger  ? 
Why  do  we  linger  here  ? — Why  not  refolve 
To  fave  ourfelves  by  flight  ? 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

Impoffible  ! 
The  guards  no  doubt  are  fet — the  port  fa  bar'd. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Fly  Lemos  to  the  people,  and  reftrain 
Their  generous  ardor. — It  wou'd  now  break  forth 
Ufelefs  to  us,  and  fatal  to  themfelves.  [Exit  Lenai* 

You  to  the  Duke,  Ribiro  ! — In  our  names, 
(Perhaps  our  laft  requeft)  by  our  loft  fortunes, 
By  all  our  former  friendfliip,  O  conjure  him 
To  fave  our  richeft  treafure  from  the  wreck, 
Nor  hazard  in  a  defperate  enteiprize 
His  country's  laft  beft  hope,  his  valued  life, 

RIBIRO. 

Support  him  Heaven,  and  arm  his  piety 
To  bear  this  fad  viciffitude  with  patience.  [Exit  Ritirt. 

A   L   M  A  D  A. 

And  yet  we  will  not  meet  in  vain,  brave  friends  ; 
We  came  with  better  hopes,  refolv'd  like  men 
To  ftruggle  for  our  freedom. — What  remains? 
A  greater  power  than  mortals  can  arraign, 
Has  otherwife  decreed  it. — Speak,  my  brothers, 
Now  doubly  dear  in  item  adverfity  ; 
Say,  fhall  we  glut  thefpoiler  with  our  bio ?d, 
Submit  to  the  vile  infults  of  their  law, 

C  T« 


42          B    R    A    G     A     N     Z     A. 

To  have  our  honeflduft  by  the  ruffian  hands 

Given  to  the  winds — Is  this  the  doom  that  waits  us  ? 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

Alas  what  better  doom?  To  afk  for  mercy 
Were  ignominious,  to  expedt  it  bootlefs. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

To  afk  for  mercy — cou'd  Spain  flretch  my  life 
To  years  beyond  the  telling,   for  one  tear, 
One  word,   in  fign  of  forrow,  I'd  difdain  it. 
Death  ftill  is  in  our  pow'r — and  we'll  die  nobly, 
As  foldier"  (hou'd  do,  red  with  well  earn'd  wounds, 
And  ftrctch'd  on  heaps  of  flaughter'd  enemies. 

[Exeunt  federally. 


End  of  the   nirJ    ACT. 


ACT 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A,  43 

ACT  IV. 

SCENE      I. 

A  Marnier  in  the  Duke  of  B  R  A  G  A  N  2  A '  s  Palnce. 

DUTCHESS     alone. 

\J  Thou  fupreme  difpofcr  of  the  world  ! 
If  from  my  childhood  to  this  awful  now, 
I've  bent  with  meek  fubmiffion  to  thy  will, 
Send  to  this  feeble  bofom  one  blefl  beam 
Of  that  bright  emanation,  which  infpires 
True  confidence  in  thee,  to  calm  the  throbs 
That  heave  this  bofom  for  my  hufband's  fafcty, 
And  with  immortal  fpirit  to  exalt 
Above  all  partial  ties  our  countries  love. 

To  her  enter  R  I  B  I  R  O  ba/Hfy. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Where  is  the  Duke  ?  O  pardon,  gracious  madam. 

DUTCHESS. 

What  means  this  hafte  and  thefe  diftrafted  looks  ' 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Dttain  me  not — but  lead  me  to  my  Lord.— 
WiR  life,   perhaps — nay,   your — 

DUTCHESS. 

His  life — O  heavens ! 
Tell  me,  Ribiro — fpeak  — 

G  z  RIB  IRQ. 


44  BRAGANZA. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Too  foon,   alas 

You'll  hear  it — Afk  not  now  dear  lady 
What  I've  fcarce  breath  to  utter — Where's  the  Duke  ? 

DUTCHES  S. 
This  moment  with  his  confefibr  retir'd 
I  left  him  in  his  clofet. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

— 'Tis  no  time- 
All  muft  give  place  to  this  dire  urgency. 
Even  while  we  fpeak — A  moment's  precious  now.-— - 
He  muft  be  interrupted — Guide  me  to  him. 

DUTCHES  S. 

Sufpenfe  is  ling'ring  death. — Come  on,  I'll  lead  you. 

[Exeunt, 

Entt      RAMIREZ. 

RAMIREZ. 

O  welcome  interruption — Pitying  Heaven 
A  while  at  leaft  arrefts  the  murd'rous  deed, 
And  gives  a  moment's  refpite  from  damnation. 
— Is  there  a  hell  beyond  this  war  of  confcience  ? 
My  blood  runs  backward,   and  my  tottering  knees 
Refufe  to  bear  their  facrilegious  load. 
Methought  the  ftatues  of  his  anceflors, 
As  I  pafs'd  by  them,  fhook  their  marble  heads; 
His  father's  pifture  feem'd  to  frown  in  wrath, 
And  its  eye  pierce  me,  while  I  trembling  flood 
Aflafiin  like  before  it — Hum — I'm  fummon'd. 


Rt-tnt(r 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A;  4* 

Rt-tnttr    DUTCHES  S. 

DUTCHES  S. 

Get  you  to  reft  good  father — Fare  you  well. 
Some  unexpected  bufmefs  of  the  ftate 
Demands  my  Lord's  attention — For  this  night 
Your  holy  function  muft  be  unperform'd 
Till  more  con\renient  feafon. 

RAMIREZ. 

Holy  function !  [/>  ^.Y, 

I  humbly  take  my  leave,  and  willnot  fail 
To  recommend  you  in  my  prayers  to  Heaven. 

[Exit  Ramirez 

DUTCHES  S. 

The  Heavens  I  fear  are  (hut  and  will  not  hear  them. 
— Now  gu(h  my  tears — now  break  at  once  my  heart ! 
While  in  my  Juan's  prefence,  I  fupprefs'd 
The  burfling  grief — But  here  give  nature  way  ! 
Is  there  a  hope — Oh  no — All  horrible — 
My  children  too— Their  litcle  lives — My  hufljand— 
I  conquer'd  his  reluftance — I  perfuaded 
By  every  power  his  boundlcfs  paffion  gave  me — 
I  thought  it  virtue  too — Myfterious  Heaven  ? — 
Then  I,  and  only  I,  have  work'd  his  ruin. 

Enter     DUKE. 

DUKE. 

Alas  my  love,  why  muft  thy  Juan  feck  thee* 
Why  do'ft  thou  fliun  me  at  this  aweful  moment  ? 
The  few  fad  hours  our  deftiny  permits, 
Shou'd  fure  be  fpent  together. 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

Muft  we  part  then  ? 

DUKE. 


6  BRAGANZAJ 

DUKE. 

I  fear  we  muft  for  ever  in  this  world, 
Till  that  great  power  who  fafliion'd  us  in  life, 
Unites  us  once  again  no  more  to  fever; 
In  thofe  bleft  regions  of  eternal  peace, 
Where  forrow  never  enters,  where  thy  truth, 
Thy  unexampl'd  fortitude  and  fweetnefs, 
Will  meet  their  full  reward. 

DUTCHES  S. 

Where  is  the  friend 
Who  rung  our  difmal  knell  ? 

DUKE. 

Good,  generous  man  I 
Aflur'd  of  death,  yet  carelefs  of  his  life, 
And  anxious  but  for  us,  he  is  return'd, 
To  know  what  our  brave  leaders  will  determine- 
Yet  what  can  they  determine  but  to  die  ? 
Our  numbers  poorly  arm'd,  undifciplin'd, 
May  fight  and  fall  with  defperate  obftinacy, 
For  valour  can  no  more — But,  oh  Louifa  ! 
Friends,   country,  life  itfelf,  all  loft  feem  little  ; 
One  fharp  devouring  grief  confumes  the  reft, 
And  makes  thee  all  its  object. 

DUTCHES  S. 

My  dear  hufband  ! 

Thefe  foft  endearments,  this  excefs  of  fondnefs, 
Strike  deeper  to  my  foul,  than  all  the  pangs 
The  fubtleft  vengeance  cou'd  contrive  to  wound  me. 
Oh  fly  me,  hate  me,  call  me  murderefs ; 
*Tid  I  have  driven  thee  to  this  precipice, 
I  urge  the  ruffian  hand  of  law  to  feize  thee, 
I  drag  thee  to  the  block,-:— I  lift  the  axe, 
(Oh  agony)  Louifa  dooms  thee  dead  ! 


DUKE. 


B    R    A    G    A    N     Z     A.  47 

DUKE. 

• — 'Tis  anguifh  infupportable  to  hear  thee 
Add  felf-upbraidings  to  our  mifery. 
Thou  my  deflroyer !    No  my  beft  Louifa, 
Thou  art  my  guardian  angel. — At  this  hour, 
This  dreadful  hour,  'tis  fafety  to  be  near  thee. 
Thofe  daftards  who  betray'd  our  brave  deiign, 
That  bafenefs  which  no  caution  cou'd  prevent, 
Nor  wifdom  cou'd  forefee,   'twas  that  undid  us. 
I  will  not  curfe  them — Yet  I  fwear  by  honour, 
Thus  hunted  to  the  utmoft  verge  of  fate, 
Without  one  ray  of  hope  to  cheer  the  danger, 
I  wou'd  not  barter  this  dire  certainty, 
For  that  ignoble  life  thofe  bad  men  purchafe 
By  perfidy  and  vilenefs — 

DUTCHES  S. 

Oh  two  fuch — . 

But  indignation  wants  a  tongue  to  name  them. 
How  was  their  fury  thunder'd  on  our  fide  ! 
Their  youthful  veins  full  of  Patrician  blood 
Infulted  by  Velafquez — ftript  by  Spain 
Of  all  the  ancient  honours  of  their  houfe  ; 
Sworn  at  the  altar  to  aflert  this  caufe 
By  holieft  adjurations : — Yet  thefe  two 
To  turn  apoftates — Can  this  fleeting  breath, 
This  tranfitory,  frail,   uncertain  being, 
Be  worth  fo  vaft  a  ranfom  ? 

DUKE. 

Yes,   to  cowards, 

Such  ever  be  the  profelytes  of  Spain,— 
Leave  them  to  fcorn. — Fain  wou'd  I  turn  my  thoughts 
From  this  bad  world — fhake  off  the  clogs  of  earth, 
And  for  that  great  tribunal,  arm  my  foul, 
Where  Heaven,  not  Spain,  muft  judge  me — but  in  vain  ; 
My  foften'd  mind  Hill  hangs  on  thofs  bleft  days, 
Thofe  years  of  fweet  tranquility  and  peace, 

When 


4.8  B    R     A     G     A    N    Z     A. 

When  fmiling  morn  but  wak'd  us  to  new  joys, 
And  love  at  night  filed  bleffings  on  our  pillow. 

DUTCHES  S. 

Thefe  hours  are  fled,  and  never  can  return. 
'Tis  Heaven's  high  will,  and  be  that  will  obeyed. 
The  retrofpeft  of  paft  felicity 
Plucks  not  the  barbed  arrow  from  the  wound, 
But  makes  it  rankle  deeper. — Come  my  Juan, 
Here  bid  adieu  to  this  infectious  grief, 
Let's  knit  our  conftancy  to  meet  the  trial  ; 
Shall  we  be  bold  in  words,  mere  moral  talkers  ? 
Declaim  with  pedant  tongue  in  virtue's  praife, 
Yet  find  no  comfort,  no  fupport  within 
From  her  bright  energy  r  —  It  comes — it  comes, 
I  feel  my  breaft  dilate — The  phantom,  death, 
Shrinks  at  the  radiant  vifion — bright  ey'd  hope 
Bids  us  afpire,  and  points  the  mining  throne. — «» 
—  Spain,  I  defy  thee  ! 

DUKE. 

O  would  fhe  hew  the  eln;v 

And  fpare  the  tmdervine — This  ftubborn  trunk 
Shou'd  brave  her  fury.      Here  is  royal  blood, 
And  blood  long  thiriled  for. — They  cannot  dare, 
Infatiateas  they  are,  remorfelefs,'  favage, 
With  facrilegious  hands  to  violate 
This  beauteous  fanctuary. — Let  me  not  think. 
Diftraftion  —  horror — Oh  it  fplits  my  brain, 
Rends  every  vital  firing,  and  tears  my  heart. 
Mercy  can  grant  no  more — nor  I  petition, 
Than  to  fall  dead  this  inflant  and  forget  it. 
I  look  tow  ards  Heaven  in  vain. — Gape  wide,  O  earth, 
And  bury,  burv  deep  this  load  of  anguifh. 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 


BRAGANZA.  49 

DUTCHES  S. 

Be  not  fo  loft. Hear,  Oh  hear  me  Juan, 

My  lord,  my  life,  my  love. —  Wilt  thou  not  fpeak  ? 
He  heeds  me  not. — -What  (hall  I  fay  to  move  him  ? 
For  pity's  fake  look  up. — —Oh  think  Braganza, 
Cou'd  Spain  behold  thee  thus  — 

DUKE. 

Oh  no,  Louifa, 

No  eye  fhall  fee  me  melt. — I  will  be  calm, 
Still,  filent,  motionlefs. — Oh  tough,  tough  heart, 
Wou'd  I  could  weep  to  eafe  thee— - 

DUTCHES  S. 

Here,  weep  here, 

Pour  the  warm  ftream  into  this  faithful  breaft, 
Thy  forrows  here  fhall  find  a  kindred  fource, 
Which  flows  for  every  tear  with  drops  of  blood. 
Now  fummon  all  thy  foul. — Behold,  he  comes 
To  thunder  our  irrevocable  doom. 

Enter     R  I  B  I  R  O. 
R  I  B   I  R  O 

0  for  an  angel's  organ  to  proclaim 
Such  gratulations  as  no  tongue  can  fpeak, 

Nor  mortal  breafl  conceive — joy,  boundlefs  joy. 

DUKE. 
Am  I  awake  : — Thou  can'ft  not  mean  to  mock  me. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

1  (hall  go  wild  with  tranfport. — On  my  knee  • 
I  beg  you  to  forgive  the  cruel  mock 

This  tongue  (Heaven  knows  with  what  fevere  reluctance) 
So  lately  gave  to  all  your  dearefl  hopes. 

H  DUKE. 


50          BRAGANZA. 

DUKE. 

No,  let  me  take  that  pofture  :  for  I  fwear, 
Tho'  yet  I  know  not  why,  my  lighten'd  heart 
Beats  freer,  and  feems  eas'd  of  half  its  burthen. 
— Forgive  my  ftrong  impatience — quickly  tell  me, 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Still  ignorant  of  our  intended  vengeance, 
Velafquez  is  return'd. — Our  gallant  friends 
Were  wrong'd  by  rafh  fufpicion. — 

DUKE. 

Heard  I  right  ? 

Or  is't  illufion  all  ?  (embracing  him}  Thus  let  me  thank  thee. 
Louifa  then  is  fafe  — Fountain  of  mercy  ! 
Thefe  late  defpairing  arms  again  enfold  her, 
My  Queen,  my  love,  my  wife  ! — 

DUTCHES  S. 

Flow,  flow  my  tears ; 

Take,  bounteous  lord  of  all,  this  melting  tribute, 
My  heart  can  give  no  more  for  all  thy  goodnefs. 

DUKE. 
And  now  difclofe  this  wonder. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Thus,  my  lord, 

When  at  the  appointed  time,  our  two  brave  friends 
Were  haft'ning  to  Almada,  near  the  fquare, 
Velafquez  and  his  followers  crofs'd  their  fteps, 
Their  courfe  feem'd  towards  the  river; — (truck  with  fear, 
And  ignorant  what  caufe  at  that  late  hour 
Cou'd  draw  him  from  the  palace  ;  ftraight  they  chang'd 
Their  firft  intent  of  joining  our  aflembly, 
And  unobferv'd  purfu'd  the  attending  train. 

i  Think 


BRAGANZA.          51 

Think  what  thefe  brave  men  fuffer'd  when  they  fa»v 
The  tyrant  climb  his  barge,  and  pum  from  fhore. 
Their  fwords  were  half  unmeath'd,  both  halfrefolv'd 
To  rum  at  once,  and  pierce  him  to  the  heart. 
• — But  prudence,  or  our  fortune  check' d  their  hands. 

DUKE. 

It  had  been  certain  ruin — but  go  on— 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

An  inftantpafi'd  in  thought,  they  feiz'd  a  boat, 
And  following,  anxious  hung  on  all  his  motions  : 
Mendoza  faw  them  thus — then  hurrying  back, 
Fill'd  us  with  confternation  at  the  tidings. 

DUTCHES  S. 

Nor  was  it  ftrange — it  wore  a  dreadful  afpeft; 
But  fear  interprets  all  things  to  its  danger. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

He  crofs'd  the  river  where  Jago's  fort 
Commands  the  narrowing  ftream.     The  governor 
Attended  at  the  gate,  a  while  there  pafe'd 
In  fhort  but  earneft  converfe,  they  took  leave, 
With  hafty  ftrides  Velafquez  reimbark'd  ; 
The  veflel,  to  the  fhore  me  left,  return'd, 
And  her  proud  mafter  fought  again  the  palace. 
D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

Cou'd  not  our  valiant  friends  difcover  ought 
That  might  reveal  his  purpofe  ? 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Madam — No. 

To  have  enquir'd  too  near  were  dangerous 
Befides,   their  hafle  to  reaflure  our  hopes 
Prefs'd  their  return — But  thus  we  may  refolve  : 
He  apprehends  fome  danger  imminent. 

H  2  He 


52          BRAGANZA, 

He  fees  above  his  head  the  gathering  cloud, 

But  knows  not  when  'twill  burft  in  thunder  on  him. 

DUKE. 

Thanks,  gentle  friend — Alas,  I  tremble  ftill  ; 
As  juft  efcap'd  from  fhipwreck,  I  look  round, 
And  tho'  I  tread  on  earth, — firm,  folid  earth 
See  with  broad  eye  the  threatning  furge  far  off, 
Scarce  can  I  credit  my  conflicting  fenfe 
Or  truft  our  prefervation — 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

Thy  glad  tale 

Has  rais'd  me  from  the  gulph  of  tlatk  dcfpair, 
Even  to  the  topmcft  pinnacle  of  joy. 
Yes,  we  fhall  conquer— -All  thefe  dangers  paft 
Will  ferve  but  to  enrich  the  future  ftory. 
Our  children's  children  fhall  recount  each  fear, 
And  from  the  mingled  texture  of  our  lives, 
Learn  to  revere  that  facred  Providence 
That  guides  the  ftrife  of  virtue. 

DUKE. 

O  Louifa  I 

I  thought  I  knew  the  extent  of  all  my  fondnefs, 
That  long  acquaintance  with  thy  wondrous  virtue 
Had  given  thee  (iich  dominion  o'er  my  foul, 
Time  cou'd  not  add  to  my  trafcendent  paflion. 
But  when  the  danger  came,   it  wak'd  new  fires, 
Prefented  thee  in  fofter  lovelinefs, 
And  twin'd  thee  clofer  here. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

My  Lord,  ere  this 
Our  friends  expeft  me. — 


I)  U  K  E. 


I 
B    R    A     G     A    N     Z    A.  $$ 

DUKE. 

Let  us  fly  to  meef  them. 
I  long  to  pour  into  their  generous  breuits 
My  cordial  greeting. 

DUTCHES?. 

Go  my  ceareft  }uan, 

To  them  and  all  commend  me;  fuch  rare  zeal 
Merits  more  recompence  than  our  poor  thanks 
[Can  at  the  beft  requite.      For  fouls  like  theirs 
111  brook  the  indignity  of  foul  furmife  ; 
And  virtue  wrong'd  demands  a  double  homage. 

[  Ex  if  Dut,cb?fs. 
D  U  K  E. 

If  the  good  nugury  of  my  bread  deceive  not, 
No  more  fuch  terrors  will  appal  our  fouls, 
But  guilt  alone  (hall  tremble — Come,  Ribiro.  [Exeunf. 

SCENE  ' cb.-ingss   io    the  Cajile  of  A  L  M  A  D  A. 
ALMA  DA  and  federal  tonfpirators   as  lejore,    iv\.tb   MELLO 

WRODEftfC 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Again  our  hopes  revive — The  unloaded  ft  em 
Shakes  the  wet  tcmpeft  from  its  vigorous  head, 
And  rears  the  fwelling  haryeil  to  cur  light. 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 
After  thechillings  of  this  aguifh  fear, 
Methinks  I  breathe  more  free — the  vital  ftrearn 
In  ipricjhtlier  tides  flows  through  its  wonted  courfe. 
Warms  my  whole  frame  and  doubly  n;ar,i's  my  heart. 


A  I.  M  ADA. 


54         BRAGANZA. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 
And  may  the  generous  ardor  fpread  to  all — 

Obferve  me  friends, our  numbers  muft  divide 

Into  four  equal  bands,  all  to  attack 

At  the  bell's  fignal  the  four  palace  gates. 

So  every  paflfage  barr'd,  the  foe  in  vain 

May  ftrive  to  unite  and  overwhelm  our  force. 

Myfelf  with  the  brave  few,  who  have  fworn  to  follow, 

Will  rum  impetuous  on  the  German  guard, 

Who  at  the  northern  entrance  hold  their  ftation. 

— The  fort  be  Roderic  and  Mello's  care, 

With  Ferdinand,  Henriquez,  and  Antonio. 

— Mendoza,  Carlos,  and  their  gallant  troop 

Muft  feize  the  regent  Margaret,  and  fecure 

The  counfellors  of  Spain  as  hoftages 

Fof  the  furrencler  of  the  citadel. 

^MENDOZA. 
Letters  to  every  province  are  diipers'd 
Importing  this  great  change,  and  all  are  ready 
To  make  to  earth  the  intolerable  yoke. 
Nay  diftant  India,  in  her  fultry  mines 
Shall  hear  the  chearful  found  of  liberty  ; 
Again  fair  commerce  welcom'd  to  our  fhore, 
Shall  loofe  her  fwelling  canvas  to  the  winds, 
And  golden  Tagus  heave  once  more  to  meet  her. 
^ut  fee  the  Duke.—- 

Enter  DUKE. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Your  unexpected  pretence, 
Liki  a  propitious  omen  cheers  the  night, 
And  gives  a  royal  fanftion  to  this  meeting. 

DUKE. 

My  wifh  furpafs'd  my  fpecd — A  call  like  this 
Might  imp  the  tardinefs  of  feeble  age. 

The 


BRAGANZA.          55 

The  general  perfeverance  in  our  caufe 

Tranfcends  all  gratitude — but  thefe  wrong'd  virtues — 

[To  Mel/o  and  RoJen'c. 

M  E  L  L  O. 

Fray  forbear  ; 

The  painful  error  brought  its  punifhment. 
Ribiro  bore  our  duties  to  your  grace. 

DUKE. 

He  did,   and  foon  will  join  us — On  our  way 
He  left  me  with  defign  once  more  to  view 
The  poflure  of  the  guards, — for  ftill  we  fear 
Some  dark  impending  mifchief  from  Velafquez. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Whatever  fortune  waits  upon  our  fwords, 
Your  highnefs  mud  not  fliare  the  common  hazard  ; 
Left  in  the  tumult  fome  inglorious  chance 
Deprive  your  country  of  its  laft  beft  bulwark. 

DUKE. 

And  (hou'd  I  merit  to  be  call'd  her  bulwark, 
Or  rank  with  men  like  you. — cou'd  I  fubmit 
To  hear,  and  not  partake  the  glorious  danger  ? 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Pray  be  advis'd — in  this  I  muft  command. 
D  U  K  E- 

Then  be  it  fo — but  yet  fhou'd  ought  betide 
To  claim  the  intereft  of  ;hy  prince's  arm, 
I  cannot  wrong  our  friendfhip  to  fufpeft 
You  will  forbear  my  fummons  to  the  field. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Truft  your  Almada — Lo  !  the  night  wears  fait ; 
Nor  are  our  fcatter'd  numbers  yet  return'd. 

DUKE 


55  BRAGANZA. 

DUKE. 

Welcome  Ribiro  .'    What  intelligence  } 

Enter   RIBIRO. 
RIBIRO. 

The  \vorft  if  we  delay. — Oh  had  your  eyes 
Beheld  the  fight  that  blafted  mine. 

DUKE. 

What  fight ! 

RIBIRO. 

Lemos  is  feiz'd  this  moment — and  Pizarroj 
The  ready  tool  of  fell  Velafquez'  crimes, 
Leads  him  to  prilbn. 

D  U  K  E. 

Soon  we'll  wrench  the  gates, 
And  from  their  gloomy  caverns  draw  to  light 
All  t  hat  remains  of  thofe  unhappy  men, 
Whom  unarraign'd  unheard  the  tyrants  nod 
Confjgn'd  to  horrors  nature  (hakes  to  think  of. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

His  triumph  will  be  fliort — The  fubtlc  fiend 
May  league  with  hell  to  thwart  us — but  in  vain  ; 
His  fate  or  ours  mull  quickly  be  decided. 

RIBIRO. 

Even  now  it  feems  his  demon  vvhifpers  him 
His  audit  is  at  hand  and  fcares  his  foul. 
Anxious  at  this  late  hour,  he  walks  his  chamber. 
Nor  feeks  the  fcafon's  reft — and  ftill  more  ftrange 
The  palace  guards  flretch'd  by  their  glimmering  fires, 
Their  arms  caft  by,  lye  wrapt  in  thoughtlefs  fleep, 


DUKE. 


BRAGANZA.          57 

DUKE. 

Anon  we'll  roufe  them  with  fo  loud  a  peal, 
That  death's  dull  ear  mall  hear  it. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Corea ! 

Soon  as  our  work  begins,  your  hardy  tribes 
Muft  thro'  the  ftreets  proclaim  Don  Juan  King. 
Prefs  towards  the  palace  ;  fhou'd  our  friends  give  ground, 
Suftain  their  fainting  ftrength. 

COREA. 

We  will  not  fail. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

The  general  fuffrage  to  thy  fword,  Ribiro, 
Commits  our  mailer  work  ;   a  deed  fo  envied 
That  ev'ry  trenchant  fteel  of  Portugal 
(Did  not  thy  gallant  zeal  demand  it  firfl) 
Would  flrike  to  fhare  the  glory. 

R  I  £  I  R  O. 

(Pointing  to  his  fiuord.)   This  mall  thank  you, 
And  if  it  reek  not  with  his  hated  blood 
Exchange  it  for  a  diftaff. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Friends,  I  mean  not 
By  gloomy  prefage  to  allay  your  ardor. 
We  muft  not  look  to  fortune  in  this  caufe : 
But  on  ourfelves  rely  for  fure  fuccefs. 
The  leaft  diforder  in  our  bold  approach, 
The  leaft  repulfe  may  drive  our  engine  back. 
One  brave  man's  rafhnefs,  or  one  coward's  fear, 
Turns  all  our  faireft  hopes  to  ihame  and  ruin. 

I  DUKE. 


58  BRAGANZA. 

DUKE. 

Now  to  our  ftations — Yet  ere  we  depart 
This  honeft  pledge,  the  foldier's  fhort  embrace. 
The  fweet  remembrance,  if  we  fall  for  freedom, 
Will  more  than  foften  half  the  pains  of  dying  ; 
But  if  we  meet,  in  ftronger  clafps  renew'd, 
Will  double  all  the  joys  of  viclory. 


End  of  the  Fourth  ACT. 


ACT 


BRAGANZA.          59 

A         C         T  V. 

s   c   E  'N   E     i. 

The  Apartments  of  V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z  /*  the  royal  Pa/act. 


V  E  L  A  S  Q^U  E'Z    «/»«?. 

VV  H  Y  am  I  haunted  by  thefe  phantom  fears  ? 
It  cannot  be  my  fate.     'Tis  nature's  weaknefa  : 
The  fpirits  rais'd  too  high,  like  billows  puff'd, 
By  fudden  florms,  lift  up  our  little  bark, 
Then  flipping  from  their  burthen,  fink  as  faft, 
And  leave  it  wreck'd  and  found'ring. 

Enter     P   I   Z  A  R  R   O. 

V  E  L  A  S  Q^U  E  Z. 
Have  you,  as  I  commanded,  queftion'd  Lemos  ? 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

Juft  now  I  left  him. 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

Has  the  flave  confefs'd  ? 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

With  fullen  calmnefs  he  defies  your  power, 
Or  anfwers  but  with  fcorn. 

V  E  L  A  S  Q^U  E  Z. 

We'll  find  the  means 
To  make  him  fpeak  more  plainly,  to  bring  down 

1  2  This 


60  BRAGANZA. 

This  daring  fpirit  —  -He  is  dangerous  ; 
And  under  the  fair  mafk  of  public  virtue, 
Combines  with  proud  Almada  and  the  reft 
In  dark  confed'racy  againft  my  ftate. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

He  is,  my  Lord,  the  mafler-fpring  that  moves 
The  factious  populace. 


V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

1  know  it  well, 

But  I  have  ta'en  fuch  care  as  fhall  unhinge 
Their  ill-contriv'd  defigns.     Ere  noon  to-morrow, 
Don  Garcia,  with  the  Spanifh  veterans 
From  Saint  Jago's  fortrefs,  lhall  pour  in 
And  bend  thefe  ftubborn  necks  to  due  obedience. 
How  will  their  difappointed  fury  rave 
To  find  their  royal  demagogue,  Bragan7a, 
The  idol  their  vain  worfhip  rais'd  fo  high, 
Low  levell'd  with  the  earth.  —  I  wonder  much 
Ramirez  not  returns  —  Night's  lateft  watch 
Will  foon  be  told. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 
Perhaps  he  but  delays 
(For  better  welcome)  to  behold  the  effeft 
Of  the  dire  venom,  and  to  glad  your  ears 
By  telling  how  your  enemy  expir'd. 


V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

It  may  be  fo,   I  cannot  doubt  the  effeft  ; 
Poifon  adminifler'd  will  do  its  work, 
And  this  moft  fpeedily  ;  'tis  fwift  perdition. 
Yet,  tho'  this  hour  cuts  off  my  greateil  foe, 
If  my  firm  foul  were  capable  of  fear, 
I  might  uiftruft  the  promife  of  my  fortunes. 


PJZARRO- 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A.  61 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

Wherefore,  my  Lord  ,? 


V  E  L  AS  Q^V  E  Z. 

I  almoft  blufli  to  tell  it, 
Tir'd  with  the  travail  of  this  anxious  night, 
I  threw  me  on  my  couch,  and  try'd  to  reft  ; 
I  try'd  in  vain  -  my  vexed  lids  fcarce  clos'd  ; 
Or  when  a  momentary  {lumber  feal'd  them, 
Strange  vifions  fwam  before  their  twilight  fenfe; 
—  But  why  retrace  the  hideous  phantafy  ? 
Yet  Hill  it  hovers  round  me,  ftill  remains 
A  fearful  reverence  of  the  paft  illufion. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

Such  reverence  but  degrades  a  noble  mind, 
And  finks  its  vigour  to  an  infant's  vveaknefs. 
Beldams  and  prielts  infufe  thefe  idle  fears, 
And  turn  the  milk  of  nature  to  its  bane,     \Noife  at  a  dijlgyct, 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

Heard  you  that  noife  ?  Didft  thou  not  mark,  Pizarro  } 
The  monk  has  kept  his  word  —  'Tis  Juan's  knell  : 
His  followers  who  fhouted  him  at'noon, 
Now  wail  his  death.  —  My  genius  now  has  room  ; 
Their  forrows  are  my  triumph,  and  proclaim 
AfTur'd  fuccefs  to  my  afpiring  foul. 

PIZARRO. 

Sure  'tis  the  din  of  clafhing  arms  —  again— 
It  comes  this  way  — 

Inter  OFFICER  •aoitb  bis  fvoorJ  drawn, 

V  E  L  A  S  Q_U  E  Z. 

Ha  !  bleeding  —  fpeak 
Know  you  the  caufc  :  —  Speak,  inftant,  fpeak— 

*  OFFICER, 


62  BRAGANZA. 

OFFICER. 

Too  well  ! 

The  raging  multitude  have  forc'd  their  way  ; 
Their  cry  is,   Where's  the  tyrant  ?  —  Where's  Velafquez 
Don  Juan's  at  their  head,  and  guides  the  llorm. 

V  E  L  A  S  QU  E  Z. 


Juan  alive  !  eternal  filence  feize  thee  ! 
Impoffible  ! 

OFFICER. 
Thefe  eyes,  my  Lord,  beheld  him—  • 
Saw  his  rais'd  arm  — 

V  E  L  A  S  Q_U  E  Z. 
Ha  !  am  I  then  betray'd  ! 
Perdition  catch  Ramirez  —  You,  Pizarro, 
Colleft  my  fcatter'd  train  —  I'll  forth,   and  meet 
The  rebel's  fvsord. 

PIZARRO. 

Be  not  fo  ram, 
Nor  venture  fmgly—  [Exit  VELASQUEZ. 

OFFICER. 

He  rufhes  on  his  death. 
Two  of  my  foldiers  are  already  flain, 
Striving  to  bar  the  outward  palace  gates  ; 
Where  like  a  tide  the  frantic  people  prefs, 
Bearing  down  all  before  them. 

PIZARRO. 

Hence,  begone  ; 

The  uproar's  louder  —  Wake  the  fleeping  grooms  — 
Bid  them  bring  arms  —  Alarm  the  magiftrat.es--  r- 
Send  to  the  guard  and  draw  them  to  the  fquare. 

(Exit  OFFICER. 

Rt-enttr 


B    R    A    G     A     N    Z     A.  63 

Re-enter      VELASQ^UE    2. 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

Ruin'd  !  undone  !  all's  loft — the  ftreets  are  throng'd 
With  raging  citizens — A  furious  band 
Of  armed  Portugueze juft  now  are  mounting, 
Fate's  bloody  book  is  open'd  ;  and  I  read 
My  dreadful  doom  :  yet  I'll  not  tamely  yield, 
But  grapple  to  the  laft  with  deftiny. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

All  is  not  loft — perhaps  fome  means  are  left. 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 
Juft  at  the  gate  I  met  the  daftard  monk 
Struggling  for  entrance — fcarce  his  breath  fuffic'd 
To  tell  me  that  our  purpofe  had  mifcarried, 
And  Juan  lives — I  ftabb'd  him  to  the  heart, 
The  beft  reward  for  unperforming  fear. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O. 

Think  not  of  him — but  fave  yourfelf  by  flight. 

V  E  L  A  S  Q^U  E  Z. 

Where  can  I  fly  ?— I  am  befet,  devoted—- 
Our foes  like  famiih'd  blood-hounds  are  abroad, 
And  have  us  in  the  wind. 

P  I  Z  A  R  R   O. 

Refolve  at  once. — 

The  poftern's  yet  unforc'd,  that  way  efcape, 
Difguife  yourfelf,  and  fly  to  Juan's  palace. 
'Tis  but  the  terrace  length — Implore  his  mercy  ; 
It  is  the  foolifh  weaknefs  of  his  nature 
To  fpare  where  he  may  punifh. 

VELASQUEZ. 


64          B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A. 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

AJc  my  life ! 

No,  rattler  let  me  perifh — Hold — his  wife — 
Perhaps  alone,  unguarded — If  I  fall, 
I'll  leave  a  fcorpion  in  the  traitor's  brcail, 
Shall  make  him  curfe  the  hour  he  rous'd  rny  fury.          [Exit 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  O     alone. 
Now  let  the  ternpefl  rife — Oh,  fickle  fortune  ! 
This  moment  mounted  to  thy  giddy  top, 

Kow  whirl'd  to  earth  and  groveling — Hark — they  come. 

f 

R  I   B.  I   R   O      (entering  iv;th  others.)  , 

Search  all  the  chambers — If  the  villain  'fcape 
Our  work's  but  half  accomplim'd — 

P  I  Z  A   R  R  O. 

Pafs  no  farther. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

This  is  the  tyrant's  bofom  counfellor. 
Where  is  thy  matter,  Spaniard  ? 

P  I  Z  A  R  R  0. 

Safe,  I  hope, 

From  lawlefs  rage  like  thine,  and  ilill  will  live  < 

To  punifh  this  outrageous  violence. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Infolent  flave — And  yet  I  like  thy  courage. 
'Tis  vain  to  llrive,  deliver  up  thy  fword. 
I  will  not  force  ihee  to  betray  thy  mailer, 
Perfidious  as  he  is- — Even  in  a  foe 
I  can  difcern  a  virtue,  and  e/leem  it. 
Gonfales,  guard  him  fafe — the  reft  difperfe, 
And  leave  no  place  ur.fearch'd  —  He  mull  be  found  : 
But  by  your  loves  I  charge  you  kill  him  not. 
Rob  not  my  iword,  but  leave  that  ilroke  for  me. 

[Exeunt  /ever  ally , 


BRAGAN2A.  65 

SCENE   changes  to    the  Duke   of  B  R  A  G  A  N  Z  A '  S 
Pallet.     Enter    DUTCHES',    an    Attendant  fcllywing . 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

X 

No,  Ines,  no,  I  love  my  huiljand  much, 
But  more  his  honour.      Cou'd  I  prefs  his  flay 
In  tame  inaction  here  to  wait  the  event, 
While  almoft  ill  his  fight,  his  crown  and  glory 
Hung  on  the  doubtful  fate  of  others  fwords  ? 
Wou'd  he  have  heard  me  ?  No,  I  knew  him  bettef.. 
Soon  as  Almada's  danger  reach'd  his  ear; 
Who  twice  repuls'd  cou'd  fcarce  renew  the  charge, 
(Swift  as  a  javelin  cuts  the  whittling  air) 
He  fnatch'd  his  fword,  and  breaking  from  my  arms> 
Rufh'd  to  the  fight,  and  join'd  the  warring  throng. 

INES. 

That  favouring  power  which  has  fo  oft  preferv'd, 
Will  not  forfake  him  now. 

DUTCHESS. 

O  grant  it  Heaven  ! 
Go,  Ines,  to  the  terrace,  and  obferve 
If  any  friend  (for  fare  I  may  expect  it) 
Bring  tidings  from  my  hufband.  [Exit  Ints. 

Would  this  arm, 

This  feeble  arm  had  ftrength  to  fecond  him  ! 
The  conflict  here  is  worfe. — -My  reftlefs  hearr, 
Swell'd  with  eventful  expectation,  throbs 
And  feels  its  bounds  too  narrow. — Fear  on  fear, 
Like  light  reflected  from  the  dancing  wave, 
Vifits  all  places,  but  can  reft  in  none. 
The  diftant  ihouts,  that  break  the  morning  fky, 
Lift  up  a  while  my  mounting  thoughts  to  Heavert, 
Then  finking,  leave  them  to  fall  down  as  low, 
la  boding  apprehenfion. — '•Welcome,  welcome  ? 

K  Enter 


66  BRAGANZA. 

Enter     M  E    N  D  O  Z  A. 
What  of  my  lord  ? 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

He  bad  me  fly  to  greet  you ; 
Himfelf  a  while  detain'd  to  flop  the  rage 
Of  cruelty  and  carnage. 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

He  returns 
Unhurt,  victorious  to  thefe  happy  arms  ? 

M   E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

All,  all  your  fondeft  wifli  cou'd  form  he  brings, 
Crown,  conqueft,  all. — Oppreffion  is  no  more, 
Pierc'd  by  a  thoufand  wounds  the  giant  dies, 
While  free-born  men  with  fearlefs  gaze  walk  round, 
And  view  the  monfter's  bulk. 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

I  wou'd  know  more. — 

Was  it  a  dear  bought  triumph  ?  Muft  we  mourn 
The  fall  of  many  friends  ? 

I 

M  E  N  D  O  Z  A. 

Scarce  one  of  note 

But  lives  to  fliare  our  joy. — The  regent  feiz'd. 
Gave  orders  for  the  citadel's  furrender, 
To  fave  the  threaten'd  lives  of  the  whole  council, 
Whom  fleeping  we  fecur'd.-— Poorly  content 
To  obey  her  mandate,  though  he  knew  it  fcrc'd, 
The  daitard  governor  refign'd  his  charge, 
And  Itruck  the  Auftrian  banner.— Such  the  power 
Of  Juan's  royal  name,  and  conquering  arm. 
The  reft  himfelf  will  tell. — 1  rauft  return.— 

K.  2  Abroad 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z     A.  67 

Abroad  the  wild  commotion  rages  ftill ; 

The  King  may  want  my  fervice — Angels  guard  you. 

[Exit  Mendoza. 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 
O  fly,  begone,  lofe  not  a  thought  on  me. 
Now  to  thy  reft,  my  foul,  thy  pray'rs  are  heard. 
From  this  white  hour  the  bright  revolving  fun 
With  kinder  beams  (hall  view  this  fmiling  land  ; 
A  grateful  people,  by  my  Juan's  arm, 
Refcued  from  fhameful  bonds,  fhall  blefs  his  name, 
And  own  him  their  preferver.  (Enter  laes.J  From  my  lord  ? 

I  N  E  S. 

Madam,  not  yet — A  ftranger  at  the  gate, 
Difguis'd,  and  almoft  breathlefs  with  his  fears, 
With  earneft  importunity  entreats 
He  may  have  leave  to  caft  him  at  your  feet. 
His  accents  mov'd  me  much  ;  he  feems  afflicted. 

DUTCHES  S. 

Some  wretch  efcap'd  from  the  purfuer's  rage, 
And  flies  for  flicker  here. —  Yes,  let  him  come.        [Exit  Inn. 

DUTCHESS      alone. 
Wou'd  I  cou'd  fave  them  all — my  woman's  foul, 
Forc'd  from  her  place  in  this  tumultuous  fcene, 
But  511  fupports  the  aflum'd  fe verity, 
And  finds  her  native  feat  in  foft  ccmpaffion. 

Enter  V  E  L  A  S  Q_U  E  Z,  difgulffd. 
Whoe'er  thou  art,  be  fafe. — The  greedy  fword 
Will  have  enough  of  death,  and  well  may  fpare 
One  fugitive,  who  (huns  its  cruel  edge 
To  wait  the  flroke  of  nature. — Truft  thy  fafety. — 
Why  do  thy  doubtful  eyes  fo  oft  look  round? 
Here  arc  no  enemies. — My  word  is  pafs'd 

Inviolable 


68  B    R    A    Q-    A    N    Z    A, 


Inviolable  as  recorded  oaths. 

• — Methinks  I  have  feen  that  face. — Say,  art  thou  not— - 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

The  man  you  moft  Ihou'd  fear,  moft  hate. 

DUTCHES  S. 

Velafquez ! 

V  E  L  A  S  Q^U  E  Z. 

Yes,  that  devoted  wretch,  the  loft  Velafquez  ; 
From  the  high  top  of  proud  profperity, 
Sunk  to  this  ignominy. 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

Prefumptuous  man  ! 

If  mercy  cou'd  know  bounds,  thy  monftrous  crimes 
Almofl.  exceed  them. — Speak  then,  what  cou'd  urgethce 
To  feek  the  fhelter  of  this  hoftile  roof, 
And  trull  a  virtue  to  thy  foul  a  ftranger  ? 

V  E  L  A  S  Q_U  E  Z. 

Fate  left  no  fecond  choice.  —  Clofe  at  my  heels 
Revenge  and  death  infatiably  purfu'dj 
Fear  lent  me  fpeed,  and  this  way  wing'd  my  flight. 
Why  fialh  thofe  eyes  with  anger  r— Royal  lady  ! 
Fortune  has  ftnpp'd  me  of  the  power  to  injure  j 
A  ftinglefs  ferpent,  a  poor  fang-drawn  licn> 
Fitter  forfcorn  than  terror. — - 

DUTCHES  S. 

Thou  art  fallen  ! 

Yet  let  me  not  infult  thy  alter'd  itate, 
By  pity  or  upbraiding.— If  thy  life 
Be  worth  the  acceptance — take  it  —  and  hereafter 
Warn  out  the  foulnefs  of  thy  former  deeds 
Bv  penitence  and  better  pnrpofes.  [jkouts  without.^ 

The 


B     R    A    G     A    N     Z     A.  6 

Thefe  joyful  founds  proclaim  tny  Juan  near 

(To  Valejquex)  —  Retire  a  while  till  I  prepare  my  lord 

To  flueld  thee  from  the  angry  nobles  rage. 

All  were  combin'd  to  take  thy  forfeit  life.  — 

PUKE   taitbout. 
Throw  wide  the  palace  gates—  Let  all  have  entrance. 

DUTCHES  S. 
His  well-known  voice  —  'Tis  he,  'tis  he  himfelf  1 

DUKE  without. 
Where  is  my  Queen  ? 

DUTCHES  S. 

Quick  let  me  fly  to  meet  him, 
Fly  to  my  hero's  breaft.  — 

[Velafquezfeizes  her  and  draw  f  a  daggtr. 

V  E  L  A  S  Q_U  E  Z. 

Hold,  madam,  hold, 
Thus  I  arreft  your  tranfports. 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

Barbarian  !  monfter  ! 

DUKE     entering, 

What  founds  are  thefe  ?   Horror  !   Inhuman  flave  ? 
Turn  thy  fell  pogniard  here 


V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

Approach  not,  fiir  not. 
Or  by  the  bhckeft  furies  hell  ere  loos'd, 
This  dagger  drinks  her  blood. 


D  UK  E 


70          BRAGANZA. 

DUKE. 

Sec,  I  obey, 

I  breathe  not,  ftir  not,  I  am  rooted  here. 
Here  will  I  grow  for  ages. 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

Oh  my  Juan  ! 
DUKE. 

O  horrible  !   Does  Juan  live  for  this  f 
Cors'd  be  the  fatal  fire  that  led  my  Heps 
To  follow  falfe  ambition,    wliile  I  left 
To  lurking  robbers  an.  unguarded  prize  ; 
This  gem  more  worth  tha.n  crowns  or  worlds  can  ranfom 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

Take  back  a  name  more  foul,  thou  dark  ufurper 
Was  it  for  this,    thy  unfufpecVing  prince 
With  lavilh  bounty,  to  thy  faith  lefs  hand 
Trufied  his  royal  functions  ?  Thus  to  arm 
,Gainfl  his  own  breaft,  thy  black  ingratitude. 

D  U~<K  E. 
Mud  I  endure  it  ? 

P  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

Out  !    falfe  hypocrite  ! 

Thy  tyrants  fnares  were  found,  his  flimfy  nets 
To  catch  that  precious  life  long  fince  unravel'd, 
Thy  confcious  cheek  avows  it. 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 
Be  it  fo.  — 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

Coward  !   Perfidious  coward  !    Is  it  thus, 
Thuk  you  requite  — 


VEL  A  S- 


BRAGANZA.         ; 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

Thy  fooliih  pity — thus — 
Hear  me  thou  rebel — Is  this  woman  dear  ? 

DUKE. 
O  heavens ! 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 
Thy  draining  eyes,  thy  agonizing  heart, 
Thy  life's  inglorious  dotage  all  proclaim  it. 

D  U  T  C  H  E  S  S. 

Peace,  devil,  peace,  nor  wound  his  generous  foul 
By  taunts  that  fiends  might  blulh  at. 

D  U  K  E. 

Speak  thy  purpofe. 

V  E  L  A  S  QJJ  E  Z. 

•  Then  briefly  thus  — call  off  thy  traiterous  guards, 
— The  fruits  of  thy  foul  treafon,  every  poft, 
Seiz'd  by  the  midnight  plots,  thy  rebel  arms 
Reftore  again  to  Spain — Back  to  the  palace 
Give  me  fave  conduft — To  thy  oaths  1  truft  not ; 
It  muft  be  done  this  inftant — leave  my  power 
To  intercede  with  Spain  for  thy  full  pardon, 
•And  grace  to  all,  whom  thy  ill-ftarr'd  ambition 
Led  to  this  bafe  revolt — Elfe,  by  my  rage  ! 
The  boiling  rage  that  works  my  foul  to  frenzy, 
Thou  malt  behold  this  beauteous  bofom  gor'd, 
All  over  gafh'd  and  mangled 

DUTCHES  S. 

Strike  this  inftant ! 

DUKE. 
Hold,  ruffian,   hold! 

DUCHESS. 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A; 


DUTCHES  S. 

Give  me  a  thoufand  deaths  ; 
Here  let  me  fall   a  glorious  facrifice, 
Rather  than  buy  my  life  by  fuch  diftionour. 
(To  the  Duke)  If  thy  fond  love  accept  thefe  fhameful  terms, 
That  moment  is  my  lad  —  thefe  hands  {hall  end  me. 
(To  Velafjuez)  Blood  thirfty  tyger,  glut  thy  fury  here. 

VELASQJJE  Z. 
He*  courage  blafts  my  purpofe  (ajide)  doft  thou  brave  me 

DUTCHES  S. 

Defy  thee—  yes  —  feel,   do  I  fhrink  or  tremble  ? 
Serene  undaunted  will  I  meet  the  blow  ; 
But  ev'ry  drop  that  ftains  thy  reeking  hands, 
In  thy  laft  pangs  (hall  cry  for  vengeance  on  thee. 
Furies  mail  feize  thee,  fhake  their  fcorpion  whips, 
And  in  thy  deafen'd  ears  flill  hollow,  murder. 

V  E  L  A  S  Q_U  E  Z. 

No  more—  Refolve  —  (To  the  Duke.)  —  Not  Heaven  itfelf 

can  fave  her. 

Ha  !   darkncfs  cover  me  1   he  ftill  alive  ! 
Fate  thou  haft  caught  me  —  Every  hope  is  loft. 

(Enter  Rawirez  wcunded,  Almeida,  Rilrjro9  Mendexa  and 
others  following  —  The  Duke  and  Dutchrfs  run  to  each 
dthtrs  arms  —  Jrelafquc%  is  fii&eJ.) 

DUKE. 

I  have  thee  once  again,  my  heart's  beft  treafure, 
Sav'd  from  the  vulture's  talons—  O  dire  fiend  ! 

VE  L  AS- 


B    R    A    G    A    N    Z    A.         73 
V  E  L  A  S  Q^U  E  Z. 

Unhand  me — No — though  earth  and  bell  confpire. 

DUTCHES  S. 
Bla/phemer,  down !  and  own  a  power  above  thee  ! 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Secure  this  monfter — Read  this  paper,  madam. 
Returning  from  the  charge  we  found  that  wretch 
Stretch'd  in  our  way  and  welt'ring  in  his  blood  ; 
Earneft  he  beg'd  we  (hou'd  commit  to  note 
Thefe  few  fhort  words,  and  bear  them  to  the  Duke. 
That  done,   he  dragg'd  his  bleeding  body  on, 
And  came  to  die  before  him. 

DUKE. 

Oh,  Ramirez ! 

Ev'n  in  this  day  of  joy  my  heart  runs  o'er 
With  forrow  for  thy  fate — What  cruel  hand  ? 

RAMIREZ. 

—A  villain's  hand,  yet  Heaven  directed  it. 
I  have  not  ftrength  to  publifh  all  my  mame, 
That  roll  contains  it — This  wide  gaping  wound. 
My  deep  remorfe,  may  expiate  my  crime ; 
But,  Oh!  that  tempter — 

D  U  v  ~ 

Ha  I  he  faints,  fupport  him. 

Thy  crime,  what  crime  ? 

RAMIREZ. 

Thy  happier  ftar  prevail'd, 
Elfc,  hadtf  thou  died  even  by  the  pious  aft 
That  fcals  our  peace  above. 

DUKE. 

Merciful  powers ! 

RAMIREZ. 


74          BRAGANZA. 

RAMIREZ. 

Yet  ere  I  fink,  fpeak  comfort  to  my  foul, 
And  blefs  me  with  forgivwiefs. 

DUKE. 

Take  it  freely. 

RAMIREZ. 
Enongh,  I  die  contented.  [He  ii  fa' 

DUTCHES  S. 

O  my  Juan, 

Perufe  that  tale  and  wonder  —  Impious  wretch, 
Well  might  my  heart  ftand  flill—  my  blood  run  coldj 
And  ftruggling  nature  murmur  flrong  reluctance 
Againft  my  foolifli  pity  —  While  I  meant 
To  ftep  between  thee  and  the  brandifh'd  bolt, 
To  refcue  from  the  ftroke  of  righteous  juftice 
The  foul  fuborner  of  my  hulband's  murder. 


V  E  L  A  S  CLU  E  Z. 

Curfe  on  the  coward's  fears  prevented  it  ! 

Wither  thefe  finews  that  relax'd  their  hold, 

And  left  thy  feeble  wing  to  foar  above  me. 

DUKE. 

Hence  with  that  viiia*..      i>Jc,   ,  .      r  r  \. 

_.„  ^"to'-.fn  from  my  fight. 

Till  aweful  juftice  doom  his  forfeit  life, 

Lethcavieft  chains  fecure  him  —  Hence,  begone. 


V  E  L  A  S  CLU  E  Z. 

Yes,  in  your  gloomieft  dungeons  plunge  me  down. 
Welcome  congenial  darknefs  —  Horrors  hail  ! 
No  more  thefe  loathing  eyes  fliall  view  that  fun, 
Whofeiikfome  beams  light  up  thy  pageant  triumph. 

[He  if  led  off  by  Ribiro  and  othe 


DUKE. 


BRAGANZA.          75 

DUKE. 

Thou  ever  prefent,  all  protecting  power  ! 
Thro'  what  dark  clouds  of  thick  involving  danger 
Thy  watchful  providence  has  led  my  fteps  ? 
The  imagin'd  woes  that  funk  me  in  defpair, 
Thou  mad'ft  the  wond'rous  inftruments  fo  fave  me, 

DUTCHES  S. 

I  feel,  I  own  the  high  fupremacy — 
Yet  have  I  much  to  afk — Thy  victory — 

DUKE. 

For  that  our  thanks  to  this  brave  man  are  due. 
He  chofe  the  poft  of  danger,  and  expos'd 
His  dauntlefs  breaft  againft  the  ftubborn  force 
Of  fteady  northern  courage. 

A  L  M  A  D  A. 

Twice  was  I  down, 
And  twice  my  prince's  valour  refcued  me. 

DUKE. 

For  ever  hallow'd  be  the  well  pois'd  blade 
That  fav'd  that  r&verend  head. 

DUTCHES  S. 

Fortune  was  kind,  Almada,  to  commit 
Your  fafety  to  the  arm  you  taught  to  conquer. 

ALMADA. 

Henceforth  I  more  (hall  prize  that  trifle  life, 
Since  now  I  owe  it  to  my  fovereign's  valour. 

Enter    R  I  B  I  R  O. 

R  I  B  I  R  O. 

Vengeance  thy  debt  is  paid — The  tyrant's  dead. 

DUKE. 


76  BRAGANZA, 

DUKE. 

Say'ft  thou  ?   Velafquea  ! 

R  I  B  I'R.O. 

Aye,  what  was  Velafquez 
Difpers'd  gnd  mangled  by  the  people's  rage, 
In  bloody  fragments  ftains  a  thoufand  hands  ; 
Like  ravenous  wolves  by  eager  famine  pinch'd, 
With  worrying  fangs  they  dragg'  d  him  from  my  grafp, 
And  in  my  fight  tore  out  his  reeking  entrails. 

D  U  K  E. 

His  blood  b«  on  his  head,  and  may  his  end, 
Provok'd  by  crimes  beyond  the  reach  of  pardon, 
Strike  terror  to  the  fouls  of  impious  men,. 
Who  own  no  God,  but  from  his  pow'r  to  punifh. 


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