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Thy gloomy eyes were cast on me with scorn,
And spurn thee from my presence.
Dor. Thou hast dared
To tell me what I durst not tell myself:
I durst not think that I was spurned, and live;
Heaped up in youth, and hoarded up for age:
Has Honour's fountain then sucked back the stream!
He has; and hooting boys may dry-shod pass,
Seb. Now, by this honoured order which I wear, More gladly would I give than thou dar'st ask it. Nor shall the sacred character of king
Be urged to shield me from thy bold appeal.
Hast thou not charged me? Speak.
Dor. Thou know'st I have.
If thou disown'st that imputation, draw,
And prove my charge a lie.
Seb. No; to disprove that lie, I must not draw: Be conscious to thy worth, and tell thy soul What thou hast done this day in my defence: To fight thee, after this, what were it else
Than owning that ingratitude thou urgest?
Dor. I'll cut that isthmus:
Thou know'st I meant not to preserve thy life,
But to reprieve it, for my own revenge.
I saved thee out of honourable malice:
Now draw; I should be loath to think thou dar'st not:
Beware of such another vile excuse.
Seb. Oh, patience, Heaven!
That's a suspicious word: it had been proper,
I have thy oath for my security:
The only boon I begged was this fair combat:
Seb. Now can I thank thee as thou wouldst be thanked:
Never was vow of honour better paid,
If my true sword but hold, than this shall be.
Dor. His ghost! then is my hated rival dead?
Dor. A minute is not much in either's life, When there's but one betwixt us; throw it in, And give it him of us who is to fall.
Seb. He's dead: make haste, and thou may'st yet o'er
Dor. When I was hasty, thou delay'dst me longer.
Seb. If it would please thee, thou shouldst never know.
But thou, like jealousy, inquir'st a truth,
Dor. I never can forgive him such a death!
Dor. Had he been tempted so, so had he fall'n;
Seb. What had been, is unknown; what is, appears ; Confess he justly was preferred to thee.
Dor. Had I been born with his indulgent stars,
My corpse had been the bulwark of my king.
It suited better with my life than his
Seb. The more effeminate and soft his life,
Dor. Oh, whither would you drive me! I must grant,
For you he fought and died; I fought against you;
Hunted your sacred life; which that I missed,
Not of my soul; my soul's a regicide.
Seb. Thou might'st have given it a more gentle name; Thou meant'st to kill a tyrant, not a king.
Speak; didst thou not, Alonzo ?
Dor. Can I speak ?
Alas! I cannot answer to Alonzo:
Then, when I fought and conquered with your arms,
Till rage and pride debased me into Dorax,
Seb. Yet twice this day I owed my life to Dorax..
Seb Nay, if thou canst be grieved, thou canst repent; Thou couldst not be a villain, though thou wouldst; Thou own'st too much, in owning thou hast erred; And I too little, who provoked thy crime.
Dor. Oh, stop this headlong torrent of your goodness; It comes too fast upon a feeble soul
Half drowned in tears before; spare my confusion;
For yet I have not dared, through guilt and shame,
"Tis just you should, nor will I more complain.
So, still indulging tears, she pines for thee,
A widow and a maid.
Dor. Have I been cursing Heav'n, while Heaven blessed
I shall run mad with ecstasy of joy :
What, in one moment to be reconciled
To Heaven, and to my king, and to my love!
Seb. Art thou so generous, too, to pity him?