Alm. Where am I? Heav'n! what does this dream
Alph. O, may'st thou never dream of less delight, Nor ever wake to less substantial joys!
Alm. Giv'n me again from death! Oh, all ye pow'rs,
Confirm this miracle!
This is my lord, my life, my only husband;
I have him now, and we no more will part.
My father, too, shall have compassion-
Alph. Oh, my heart's comfort; tis not giv'n to this
Frail life to be entirely bless'd. E'en now,
In this extremest joy my soul can taste
Yet I am dash'd to think that thou must weep;
Thy father fell where he design'd my death.
Gonsalez and Alonzo, both of wounds
Expiring, have, with their last breath, confess'd
The just decrees of Heav'n, which on themselves
Has turn'd their own most bloody purposes.
Nay, I must grant, 'tis fit you should be thus-
[She weeps.
Ill-fated Zara! Ha! a cup! Alas,
Thy error then is plain! but I were flint
Not to o'erflow in tribute to thy memory.
Oh, Garcia !-
Whose virtue has renounc'd thy father's crimes,
Seest thou how just the hand of Heav'n has been?
Let us, who through our innocence survive,
Still in the paths of honour persevere,
And not from past or present ills despair;
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds;
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.