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The Mourning Bride.
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Enter ALONZO. -
OFFIC. The beauteous Captive, Zara, is arriv'd,And with a Train, as if she still were WifeTo Albucacim, and the Moor had conquer'd.
King.It is our Will she should be so attended.Bear hence these Prisoners. Garcia, which is he,Of whose mute Valour you relate such Wonders?
[Prisoners led off.]
Gar.Osmyn, who led the Moorish Horse; he does,Great Sir, at her Request, attend on Zara.
King.He is your Prisoner, as you please dispose him.
Gar.I would oblige him, but he shuns my Kindness;And with a haughty Mien, and stern Civility,Dumbly declines all Offers: If he speak'Tis scarce above a word; as he were bornAlone to do, and did disdain to talk;At least, to talk where he must not command.
King.Such sullenness, and in a Man so brave,Must have some other Cause than his Captivity.Did Zara, then, request he might attend her?
Gar.My Lord, she did.
King.That, join'd with his Behaviour,Begets a Doubt. I'd have 'em watch'd: perhapsHer Chains hang heavier on him than his own. -
Flourish; and Enter ZARA and OSMYN bound; conducted by PEREZ and a Guard, and attended by SELIM and several Mutes and Eunuchs in a Train. -
King.What Welcome, and what Honours, beauteous Zara,A King and Conquerour can give, are yours.A Conquerour indeed, where you are won;Who with such Lustre strike admiring Eyes,That had our Pomp been with your Presence grac'd,Th' expecting Crowd had been deceiv'd; and seenTheir Monarch enter not Triumphant, butIn Triumph led; your Beauty's Slave.
Zara.
