+---------------------------------------------------+ |Some typographical errors have been corrected; | |a list follows the text. (etext transcriber’s note)| +---------------------------------------------------+ DON SEBASTIAN; OR, THE HOUSE OF BRAGANZA. J. M‘CREERY, Printer, Black-Horse-Court, Fleet-Street, London. DON SEBASTIAN; OR, THE HOUSE OF BRAGANZA. AN HISTORICAL ROMANCE. IN FOUR VOLUMES. BY MISS ANNA MARIA PORTER, AUTHOR OF THE HUNGARIAN BROTHERS. Take Physic, Pomp! Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, So shalt thou shake the superflux to them, And shew the Heavens more just. KING LEAR. VOL. II. LONDON: PRINTED FOR LONGMAN, HURST, REES, AND ORME, PATERNOSTER-ROW. 1809. DON SEBASTIAN, OR THE HOUSE OF BRAGANZA. CHAP. I. The first day on which Gaspar was able to walk out, Sebastian obtained leave for him to breathe the air of the gardens in the cool of evening: all the slaves were retired to supper, when the grateful soldier hesitatingly accepted the support of his King, and slowly proceeded from his chamber. “At moments like these,” whispered he, “I cannot believe myself awake.--So supported--so attended,--oh sire! in Portugal this would have been impossible.” “Only because in Portugal I should not have known your value.” Sebastian could not forbear sighing as he spoke--but quickly smiling, he added, “Trust me, Gaspar, I shall not feel less a King when again seated on the throne of my ancestors, for having administered to your sufferings and shewn my gratitude for your rare attachment. I take your heart as a sample of all my people’s; and the reflections your generous sensibilities have given rise to, shall teach me to respect their feelings, though at the expense of my own extravagant desires.”