Seb. What I am
Is but thy gift; make what thou canst of me,
Secure of no repulse.
Dor. [To Seb.] Dismiss your train.—
[To Alm.] You, madam, please one moment to retire.
[Sebastian signs to the Portugueses to go off; Almeyda, bowing to him, gives off also. The Africans follow her.
Dor. [To the Captain of the Guard.]
With you one word in private.[Goes out with the Captain.
Seb. [Solus.] Reserved behaviour, open nobleness,
A long mysterious track of stern bounty:
But now the hand of fate is on the curtain,
And draws the scene to sight.
Re-enter Dorax, having taken off his Turban, and put on a Peruke, Hat, and Cravat.
Dor. Now, do you know me?
Seb. Thou shouldst be Alonzo.
Dor. So you should be Sebastian:
But when Sebastian ceased to be himself,
I ceased to be Alonzo.
Seb. As in a dream,
I see thee here, and scarce believe mine eyes.
Dor. Is it so strange to find me, where my wrongs,
And your inhuman tyranny, have sent me?
Think not you dream; or, if you did, my injuries
411 Shall call so loud, that lethargy should wake,
And death should give you back to answer me.
A thousand nights have brushed their balmy wings
Over these eyes; but ever when they closed,
Your tyrant image forced them ope again,
And dried the dews they brought:
The long expected hour is come at length,
By manly vengeance to redeem my fame;
And, that once cleared, eternal sleep is welcome.