Alm. Where am I? Heav'n! what does this dream intend? 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; 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 · Ill-fated Zara! Ha! a cup! Alas, Thy error then is plain! but I were flint Oh, Garcia! [She weeps, Whose virtue has renounc'd thy father's crimes, [Exeunt Omnes, THE END, |