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Francesco (to Velez and pointing to Osorio).What? is he ill, my lord? How strange he looks!140Velez (angrily).You started on him too abruptly, father!The fate of one, on whom you know he doted.Osorio (starting as in a sudden agitation).O heavens!Idoted![Then, as if recovering himself.Yes! Idotedon him!

Francesco (to Velez and pointing to Osorio).What? is he ill, my lord? How strange he looks!140

Velez (angrily).You started on him too abruptly, father!The fate of one, on whom you know he doted.

Osorio (starting as in a sudden agitation).O heavens!Idoted![Then, as if recovering himself.Yes! Idotedon him!

[Osoriowalks to the end of the stage.Velezfollows soothing him.

Maria (her eye following them).I do not, cannot love him. Is my heart hard?Is my heart hard? that even now the thought145Should force itself upon me—yet I feel it!Francesco.The drops did start and stand upon his forehead!I will return—in very truth I grieveTo have been the occasion. Ho! attend me, woman!Alhadra (to Maria).O gentle lady, make the father stay150Till that my lord recover. I am sureThat he will say he is my husband's friend.Maria.Stay, father, stay—my lord will soon recover.

Maria (her eye following them).I do not, cannot love him. Is my heart hard?Is my heart hard? that even now the thought145Should force itself upon me—yet I feel it!

Francesco.The drops did start and stand upon his forehead!I will return—in very truth I grieveTo have been the occasion. Ho! attend me, woman!

Alhadra (to Maria).O gentle lady, make the father stay150Till that my lord recover. I am sureThat he will say he is my husband's friend.

Maria.Stay, father, stay—my lord will soon recover.

[OsorioandVelezreturning.

Osorio (to Velez as they return).Strange! that this FrancescoShould have the power so to distemper me.155Velez.Nay, 'twas an amiable weakness, son!Francesco (to Osorio).My lord, I truly grieve——Osorio.Tut! name it not.A sudden seizure, father! think not of it.As to this woman's husband, Idoknow him:I know him well, and that he is a Christian.160Francesco.I hope, my lord, your sensibilityDoth not prevail.Osorio.Nay, nay—you know me better.You hear what I have said. But 'tis a trifle.I had something here of more importance.[Touching his forehead as if in the act of recollection.[526]Hah!The Count Mondejar, our great general,165Writes, that the bishop we were talking ofHas sicken'd dangerously.Francesco.Even so.Osorio.I must return my answer.Francesco.When, my lord?Osorio.To-morrow morning, and shall not forgetHow bright and strong your zeal for the Catholic faith.170Francesco.You are too kind, my lord! You overwhelm me.Osorio.Nay, say not so. As for this Ferdinand,'Tis certain that hewasa Catholic.What changes may have happen'd in three years,I cannot say, but grant me this, good father!175I'll go and sift him: if I find him sound,You'll grant me your authority and nameTo liberate his house.Francesco.My lord you have it.Osorio (to Alhadra).I will attend you home within an hour.Meantime return with us, and take refreshment.180Alhadra.Not till my husband's free, I may not do it.I will stay here.Maria (aside).Who is this Ferdinand?Velez.Daughter!Maria.With your permission, my dear lord,I'll loiter a few minutes, and then join you.

Osorio (to Velez as they return).Strange! that this FrancescoShould have the power so to distemper me.155

Velez.Nay, 'twas an amiable weakness, son!

Francesco (to Osorio).My lord, I truly grieve——

Osorio.Tut! name it not.A sudden seizure, father! think not of it.As to this woman's husband, Idoknow him:I know him well, and that he is a Christian.160

Francesco.I hope, my lord, your sensibilityDoth not prevail.

Osorio.Nay, nay—you know me better.You hear what I have said. But 'tis a trifle.I had something here of more importance.[Touching his forehead as if in the act of recollection.[526]Hah!The Count Mondejar, our great general,165Writes, that the bishop we were talking ofHas sicken'd dangerously.

Francesco.Even so.

Osorio.I must return my answer.

Francesco.When, my lord?

Osorio.To-morrow morning, and shall not forgetHow bright and strong your zeal for the Catholic faith.170

Francesco.You are too kind, my lord! You overwhelm me.

Osorio.Nay, say not so. As for this Ferdinand,'Tis certain that hewasa Catholic.What changes may have happen'd in three years,I cannot say, but grant me this, good father!175I'll go and sift him: if I find him sound,You'll grant me your authority and nameTo liberate his house.

Francesco.My lord you have it.

Osorio (to Alhadra).I will attend you home within an hour.Meantime return with us, and take refreshment.180

Alhadra.Not till my husband's free, I may not do it.I will stay here.

Maria (aside).Who is this Ferdinand?

Velez.Daughter!

Maria.With your permission, my dear lord,I'll loiter a few minutes, and then join you.

[ExeuntVelez, Francesco, andOsorio.

Alhadra.Hah! there he goes. A bitter curse go with him.185A scathing curse!

[Alhadrahad been betrayed by the warmth of her feelings into an imprudence. She checks herself, yet recollectingMaria'smanner towardsFrancesco, says in a shy and distrustful manner

You hate him, don't you, lady!

Maria.Nay, fear me not! my heart is sad for you.Alhadra.These fell Inquisitors, these sons of blood!As I came on, his face so madden'd meThat ever and anon I clutch'd my dagger190And half unsheathed it.Maria.Be more calm, I pray you.Alhadra.And as he stalk'd along the narrow pathClose on the mountain's edge, my soul grew eager.'Twas with hard toil I made myself rememberThat his foul officers held my babes and husband.195To have leapt upon him with a Tyger's plungeAnd hurl'd him down the ragged precipice,O—it had been most sweet!Maria.Hush, hush! for shame.Where is your woman's heart?Alhadra.O gentle lady!You have no skill to guess my many wrongs,200Many and strange. Besides I am a Christian,And they do never pardon, 'tis their faith!Maria.Shame fall on those who so have shown it to thee!Alhadra.I know that man; 'tis well he knows not me!Five years ago, and he was the prime agent.205Five years ago the Holy Brethren seized me.Maria.What might your crime be?Alhadra.Solely my complexion.They cast me, then a young and nursing mother,Into a dungeon of their prison house.There was no bed, no fire, no ray of light,210No touch, no sound of comfort! The black air,[528]It was a toil to breathe it! I have seenThe gaoler's lamp, the moment that he enter'd,How the flame sunk at once down to the socket.O miserable, by that lamp to see215My infant quarrelling with the coarse hard breadBrought daily: for the little wretch was sickly—My rage had dry'd away its natural food!In darkness I remain'd, counting the clocks[528:1]Which haply told me that the blessed sun220Was rising on my garden. When I dozed,My infant's moanings mingled with my dreamsAnd wak'd me. If you were a mother, Lady,I should scarce dare to tell you, that its noisesAnd peevish cries so fretted on my brain225That I have struck the innocent babe in anger!Maria.O God! it is too horrible to hear!Alhadra.What was it then to suffer? 'Tis most rightThat such as you should hear it. Know you notWhat Nature makes you mourn, she bids you heal?230Great evils ask great passions to redress them,And whirlwinds fitliest scatter pestilence.Maria.You were at length deliver'd?Alhadra.Yes, at lengthI saw the blessed arch of the whole heaven.'Twas the first time my infant smiled! No more.235For if I dwell upon that moment, lady,A fit comes on, which makes me o'er againAll I then was, my knees hang loose and drag,And my lip falls with such an ideot laughThat you would start and shudder!Maria.But your husband?240Alhadra.A month's imprisonment would kill him, lady!Maria.Alas, poor man!Alhadra.He hath a lion's courage,[529]But is not stern enough for fortitude.Unfit for boisterous times, with gentle heartHe worships Nature in the hill and valley,245Not knowing what he loves, but loves it all!

Maria.Nay, fear me not! my heart is sad for you.

Alhadra.These fell Inquisitors, these sons of blood!As I came on, his face so madden'd meThat ever and anon I clutch'd my dagger190And half unsheathed it.

Maria.Be more calm, I pray you.

Alhadra.And as he stalk'd along the narrow pathClose on the mountain's edge, my soul grew eager.'Twas with hard toil I made myself rememberThat his foul officers held my babes and husband.195To have leapt upon him with a Tyger's plungeAnd hurl'd him down the ragged precipice,O—it had been most sweet!

Maria.Hush, hush! for shame.Where is your woman's heart?

Alhadra.O gentle lady!You have no skill to guess my many wrongs,200Many and strange. Besides I am a Christian,And they do never pardon, 'tis their faith!

Maria.Shame fall on those who so have shown it to thee!

Alhadra.I know that man; 'tis well he knows not me!Five years ago, and he was the prime agent.205Five years ago the Holy Brethren seized me.

Maria.What might your crime be?

Alhadra.Solely my complexion.They cast me, then a young and nursing mother,Into a dungeon of their prison house.There was no bed, no fire, no ray of light,210No touch, no sound of comfort! The black air,[528]It was a toil to breathe it! I have seenThe gaoler's lamp, the moment that he enter'd,How the flame sunk at once down to the socket.O miserable, by that lamp to see215My infant quarrelling with the coarse hard breadBrought daily: for the little wretch was sickly—My rage had dry'd away its natural food!In darkness I remain'd, counting the clocks[528:1]Which haply told me that the blessed sun220Was rising on my garden. When I dozed,My infant's moanings mingled with my dreamsAnd wak'd me. If you were a mother, Lady,I should scarce dare to tell you, that its noisesAnd peevish cries so fretted on my brain225That I have struck the innocent babe in anger!

Maria.O God! it is too horrible to hear!

Alhadra.What was it then to suffer? 'Tis most rightThat such as you should hear it. Know you notWhat Nature makes you mourn, she bids you heal?230Great evils ask great passions to redress them,And whirlwinds fitliest scatter pestilence.

Maria.You were at length deliver'd?

Alhadra.Yes, at lengthI saw the blessed arch of the whole heaven.'Twas the first time my infant smiled! No more.235For if I dwell upon that moment, lady,A fit comes on, which makes me o'er againAll I then was, my knees hang loose and drag,And my lip falls with such an ideot laughThat you would start and shudder!

Maria.But your husband?240

Alhadra.A month's imprisonment would kill him, lady!

Maria.Alas, poor man!

Alhadra.He hath a lion's courage,[529]But is not stern enough for fortitude.Unfit for boisterous times, with gentle heartHe worships Nature in the hill and valley,245Not knowing what he loves, but loves it all!

[EnterAlbertdisguised as a Moresco, and in Moorish garments.

Albert (not observing Maria and Alhadra).Three weeks have I been loitering here, nor everHave summon'd up my heart to ask one question,Or stop one peasant passing on this way.Maria.Know you that man?Alhadra.His person, not his name.250I doubt not, he is some Moresco chieftainWho hides himself among the Alpuxarras.A week has scarcely pass'd since first I saw him;He has new-roof'd the desolate old cottageWhere Zagri lived—who dared avow the prophet255And died like one of the faithful! There he lives,And a friend with him.Maria.Does he know his dangerSo near this seat?Alhadra.He wears the Moorish robes too,[530]As in defiance of the royal edict.

Albert (not observing Maria and Alhadra).Three weeks have I been loitering here, nor everHave summon'd up my heart to ask one question,Or stop one peasant passing on this way.

Maria.Know you that man?

Alhadra.His person, not his name.250I doubt not, he is some Moresco chieftainWho hides himself among the Alpuxarras.A week has scarcely pass'd since first I saw him;He has new-roof'd the desolate old cottageWhere Zagri lived—who dared avow the prophet255And died like one of the faithful! There he lives,And a friend with him.

Maria.Does he know his dangerSo near this seat?

Alhadra.He wears the Moorish robes too,[530]As in defiance of the royal edict.

[Alhadraadvances toAlbert, who has walked to the back of the stage near the rocks.Mariadrops her veil.

Alhadra.Gallant Moresco! you are near the castle260Of the Lord Velez, and hard by does dwellA priest, the creature of the Inquisition.Albert (retiring).You have mistaken me—I am a Christian.Alhadra (to Maria).He deems that we are plotting to ensnare him.Speak to him, lady! none can hear you speak265And not believe you innocent of guile.

Alhadra.Gallant Moresco! you are near the castle260Of the Lord Velez, and hard by does dwellA priest, the creature of the Inquisition.

Albert (retiring).You have mistaken me—I am a Christian.

Alhadra (to Maria).He deems that we are plotting to ensnare him.Speak to him, lady! none can hear you speak265And not believe you innocent of guile.

[Albert, on hearing this, pauses and turns round.

Maria.If aught enforce you to concealment, sir!Alhadra.He trembles strangely.

Maria.If aught enforce you to concealment, sir!

Alhadra.He trembles strangely.

[Albertsinks down and hides his face in his garment[robeRemorse].

Maria.See—we have disturb'd him.[Approaches nearer to him.I pray you, think us friends—uncowl your face,For you seem faint, and the night-breeze blows healing.270I pray you, think us friends!Albert (raising his head).Calm—very calm;'Tis all too tranquil for reality!And she spoke to me with her innocent voice.That voice! that innocent voice! She is no traitress!It was a dream, a phantom of my sleep,275A lying dream.[He starts up, and abruptly addresses her.Maria! you are not wedded?Maria (haughtily to Alhadra).Let us retire.[They advance to the front of the stage.Alhadra.He is indeed a Christian.[531]Some stray Sir Knight, that falls in love of a sudden.Maria.What can this mean? How should he know my name?It seems all shadowy.Alhadra.Here he comes again.280Albert (aside).She deems me dead, and yet no mourning garment!Why should my brother's wife wear mourning garments?God of all mercy, make me, make me quiet![ToMaria.Your pardon, gentle maid! that I disturb'd you.I had just started from a frightful dream.285Alhadra.These renegado Moors—how soon they learnThe crimes and follies of their Christian tyrants!Albert.I dreamt I had a friend, on whom I lean'dWith blindest trust, and a betrothéd maidWhom I was wont to call not mine, but me,290For mine own self seem'd nothing, lacking her!This maid so idoliz'd, that trusted friend,Polluted in my absence soul and body!And she with him and he with her conspired[532]To have me murder'd in a wood of the mountains:295But by my looks and most impassion'd wordsI roused the virtues, that are dead in no man,Even in the assassins' hearts. They made their terms,And thank'd me for redeeming them from murder.Alhadra (to Maria).You are lost in thought. Hear him no more, sweet lady!300Maria.From morn to night I am myself a dreamer,And slight things bring on me the idle mood.Well, sir, what happen'd then?Albert.On a rude rock,A rock, methought, fast by a grove of firsWhose threaddy leaves to the low breathing gale305Made a soft sound most like the distant ocean,I stay'd as tho' the hour of death were past,And I were sitting in the world of spirits,For all things seem'd unreal! There I sate.The dews fell clammy, and the night descended,310Black, sultry, close! and ere the midnight hourA storm came on, mingling all sounds of fearThat woods and sky and mountains seem'd one havock!The second flash of lightning show'd a treeHard by me, newly-scathed. I rose tumultuous:315My soul work'd high: I bared my head to the storm,And with loud voice and clamorous agonyKneeling I pray'd to the great Spirit that made me,Pray'd that Remorse might fasten on their hearts,And cling, with poisonous tooth, inextricable320As the gored lion's bite!Maria.A fearful curse!Alhadra.But dreamt you not that you return'd and kill'd him?Dreamt you of no revenge?Albert (his voice trembling, and in tones of deep distress).She would have died,Died in her sins—perchance, by her own hands![533]And bending o'er her self-inflicted wounds325I might have met the evil glance of frenzyAnd leapt myself into an unblest grave!I pray'd for the punishment that cleanses hearts,For still I loved her!Alhadra.And you dreamt all this?Maria.My soul is full of visions, all is wild!330Alhadra.There is no room in this heart for puling love-tales.Lady! your servants there seem seeking us.Maria (lifts up her veil and advances to Albert).Stranger, farewell! I guess not who you are,Nor why you so address'd your tale to me.Your mien is noble, and, I own, perplex'd me335With obscure memory of something past,Which still escap'd my efforts, or presentedTricks of a fancy pamper'd with long-wishing.If (as it sometimes happens) our rude startling,While your full heart was shaping out its dream,340Drove you to this, your not ungentle wildness,You have my sympathy, and so farewell!But if some undiscover'd wrongs oppress you,And you need strength to drag them into light,The generous Velez, and my Lord Osorio345Have arm and will to aid a noble sufferer,Nor shall you want my favourable pleading.[ExeuntMariaandAlhadra.Albert (alone).'Tis strange! it cannot be! my Lord Osorio!Her Lord Osorio! Nay, I will not do it.I curs'd him once, and one curse is enough.350[534]How sad she look'd and pale! but not like guilt,And her calm tones—sweet as a song of mercy!If the bad spirit retain'd his angel's voice,Hell scarce were hell. And why not innocent?Who meant to murder me might well cheat her.355But ere she married him, he had stain'd her honour.Ah! there I am hamper'd. What if this were a lieFram'd by the assassin? who should tell it himIf it were truth? Osorio would not tell him.Yet why one lie? All else, I know, was truth.360No start! no jealousy of stirring conscience!And she referr'd to me—fondly, methought!Could she walk here, if that she were a traitress?Here where we play'd together in our childhood?Here where we plighted vows? Where her cold cheek365Received my last kiss, when with suppress'd feelingsShe had fainted in my arms? It cannot be!'Tis not in nature! I will die, believingThat I shall meet her where no evil is,No treachery, no cup dash'd from the lips!370I'll haunt this scene no more—live she in peace!Her husband—ay, her husband! May this AngelNew-mould his canker'd heart! Assist me, Heaven!That I may pray for my poor guilty brother!

Maria.See—we have disturb'd him.[Approaches nearer to him.I pray you, think us friends—uncowl your face,For you seem faint, and the night-breeze blows healing.270I pray you, think us friends!

Albert (raising his head).Calm—very calm;'Tis all too tranquil for reality!And she spoke to me with her innocent voice.That voice! that innocent voice! She is no traitress!It was a dream, a phantom of my sleep,275A lying dream.[He starts up, and abruptly addresses her.Maria! you are not wedded?

Maria (haughtily to Alhadra).Let us retire.[They advance to the front of the stage.

Alhadra.He is indeed a Christian.[531]Some stray Sir Knight, that falls in love of a sudden.

Maria.What can this mean? How should he know my name?It seems all shadowy.

Alhadra.Here he comes again.280

Albert (aside).She deems me dead, and yet no mourning garment!Why should my brother's wife wear mourning garments?God of all mercy, make me, make me quiet![ToMaria.Your pardon, gentle maid! that I disturb'd you.I had just started from a frightful dream.285

Alhadra.These renegado Moors—how soon they learnThe crimes and follies of their Christian tyrants!

Albert.I dreamt I had a friend, on whom I lean'dWith blindest trust, and a betrothéd maidWhom I was wont to call not mine, but me,290For mine own self seem'd nothing, lacking her!This maid so idoliz'd, that trusted friend,Polluted in my absence soul and body!And she with him and he with her conspired[532]To have me murder'd in a wood of the mountains:295But by my looks and most impassion'd wordsI roused the virtues, that are dead in no man,Even in the assassins' hearts. They made their terms,And thank'd me for redeeming them from murder.

Alhadra (to Maria).You are lost in thought. Hear him no more, sweet lady!300

Maria.From morn to night I am myself a dreamer,And slight things bring on me the idle mood.Well, sir, what happen'd then?

Albert.On a rude rock,A rock, methought, fast by a grove of firsWhose threaddy leaves to the low breathing gale305Made a soft sound most like the distant ocean,I stay'd as tho' the hour of death were past,And I were sitting in the world of spirits,For all things seem'd unreal! There I sate.The dews fell clammy, and the night descended,310Black, sultry, close! and ere the midnight hourA storm came on, mingling all sounds of fearThat woods and sky and mountains seem'd one havock!The second flash of lightning show'd a treeHard by me, newly-scathed. I rose tumultuous:315My soul work'd high: I bared my head to the storm,And with loud voice and clamorous agonyKneeling I pray'd to the great Spirit that made me,Pray'd that Remorse might fasten on their hearts,And cling, with poisonous tooth, inextricable320As the gored lion's bite!

Maria.A fearful curse!

Alhadra.But dreamt you not that you return'd and kill'd him?Dreamt you of no revenge?

Albert (his voice trembling, and in tones of deep distress).She would have died,Died in her sins—perchance, by her own hands![533]And bending o'er her self-inflicted wounds325I might have met the evil glance of frenzyAnd leapt myself into an unblest grave!I pray'd for the punishment that cleanses hearts,For still I loved her!

Alhadra.And you dreamt all this?

Maria.My soul is full of visions, all is wild!330

Alhadra.There is no room in this heart for puling love-tales.Lady! your servants there seem seeking us.

Maria (lifts up her veil and advances to Albert).Stranger, farewell! I guess not who you are,Nor why you so address'd your tale to me.Your mien is noble, and, I own, perplex'd me335With obscure memory of something past,Which still escap'd my efforts, or presentedTricks of a fancy pamper'd with long-wishing.If (as it sometimes happens) our rude startling,While your full heart was shaping out its dream,340Drove you to this, your not ungentle wildness,You have my sympathy, and so farewell!But if some undiscover'd wrongs oppress you,And you need strength to drag them into light,The generous Velez, and my Lord Osorio345Have arm and will to aid a noble sufferer,Nor shall you want my favourable pleading.[ExeuntMariaandAlhadra.

Albert (alone).'Tis strange! it cannot be! my Lord Osorio!Her Lord Osorio! Nay, I will not do it.I curs'd him once, and one curse is enough.350[534]How sad she look'd and pale! but not like guilt,And her calm tones—sweet as a song of mercy!If the bad spirit retain'd his angel's voice,Hell scarce were hell. And why not innocent?Who meant to murder me might well cheat her.355But ere she married him, he had stain'd her honour.Ah! there I am hamper'd. What if this were a lieFram'd by the assassin? who should tell it himIf it were truth? Osorio would not tell him.Yet why one lie? All else, I know, was truth.360No start! no jealousy of stirring conscience!And she referr'd to me—fondly, methought!Could she walk here, if that she were a traitress?Here where we play'd together in our childhood?Here where we plighted vows? Where her cold cheek365Received my last kiss, when with suppress'd feelingsShe had fainted in my arms? It cannot be!'Tis not in nature! I will die, believingThat I shall meet her where no evil is,No treachery, no cup dash'd from the lips!370I'll haunt this scene no more—live she in peace!Her husband—ay, her husband! May this AngelNew-mould his canker'd heart! Assist me, Heaven!That I may pray for my poor guilty brother!

END OF ACT THE FIRST.

[519:1]For Act I, Scene 1 (ll. 1-118) ofRemorse, videpost, pp.820-3.

[528:1]With lines 219-21 compareFragments from a Notebook,No. 17, p. 990.

Before1: ACT THE FIRST (The Portrait and the Picture).Corr. in MS. III.

Scene—The sea shore, &c.] Scene—The Sea shore on the coast of Granada, in the Seigniory of the Marquis Valdez.ValdezTeresacorr. in MS. III.[ForVelez,Maria,Osorio,Albert,Francesco, readValdez,Teresa,Ordonio,Alvar,Isidorethroughout,Remorse.

Before1,Scene II.:EnterTeresaandValdez.Remorse.

Osorio] Ordoño]corr. in MS. II.

[2]Albert's] Garcia'scorr. in MS. III.

Albert's] Garcia'scorr. in MS. III.

[12]mine] myRemorse,1813.

mine] myRemorse,1813.

[29]him] himRemorse.

him] himRemorse.

[40]Or hover round, as he at midnight oftRemorse.

Or hover round, as he at midnight oftRemorse.

[50]my] myRemorse. Stage-directionom. Remorse.

my] myRemorse. Stage-directionom. Remorse.

[51-2]Erased MS. III.

Erased MS. III.

[52-3]Valdez.A thought? even so! mere thought! an empty thought.The very week he promised his return—Remorse.an empty thoughtThat boasts no neighbourhood with Hope or ReasonCorr. in MS. III.

Valdez.A thought? even so! mere thought! an empty thought.The very week he promised his return—

Remorse.

an empty thoughtThat boasts no neighbourhood with Hope or Reason

Corr. in MS. III.

[54-7]Ter.Was it not then a busy joy? to see him,After those three years' travels! we had no fears—The frequent tidings, the ne'er failing letter,Almost endeared his absence! yet the gladness,The tumult of our joy! What then, if now—Marginal correction in MS. III, Remorse.

Ter.Was it not then a busy joy? to see him,After those three years' travels! we had no fears—The frequent tidings, the ne'er failing letter,Almost endeared his absence! yet the gladness,The tumult of our joy! What then, if now—

Marginal correction in MS. III, Remorse.

[60]dreams] fanciesRemorse.

dreams] fanciesRemorse.

[61]Stage-directionom. Remorse.

Stage-directionom. Remorse.

[62-8]Erased MS. III.

Erased MS. III.

[62-73]Vald.The sober truth is all too much for me!I see no sail which brings not to my mindThe home-bound bark, in which my son was capturedBy the Algerine—to perish with his captors!Ter.Oh no! he did not!Vald.Captured in sight of land!From yon Hill-point, nay, from our castle watch-towerWe might have seen—Ter.His capture, not his death.Vald.Alas! how aptly thou forgett'st a taleThou ne'er didst wish to learn! my brave OrdonioSaw both the pirate and his prize go down,In the same storm that baffled his own valour,And thus twice snatched a brother from his hopes.Marginal correction in MS. III, Remorse.

Vald.The sober truth is all too much for me!I see no sail which brings not to my mindThe home-bound bark, in which my son was capturedBy the Algerine—to perish with his captors!Ter.Oh no! he did not!Vald.Captured in sight of land!From yon Hill-point, nay, from our castle watch-towerWe might have seen—Ter.His capture, not his death.Vald.Alas! how aptly thou forgett'st a taleThou ne'er didst wish to learn! my brave OrdonioSaw both the pirate and his prize go down,In the same storm that baffled his own valour,And thus twice snatched a brother from his hopes.

Vald.The sober truth is all too much for me!I see no sail which brings not to my mindThe home-bound bark, in which my son was capturedBy the Algerine—to perish with his captors!

Ter.Oh no! he did not!

Vald.Captured in sight of land!From yon Hill-point, nay, from our castle watch-towerWe might have seen—

Ter.His capture, not his death.

Vald.Alas! how aptly thou forgett'st a taleThou ne'er didst wish to learn! my brave OrdonioSaw both the pirate and his prize go down,In the same storm that baffled his own valour,And thus twice snatched a brother from his hopes.

Marginal correction in MS. III, Remorse.

[74]Stage-directionom. Remorse.

Stage-directionom. Remorse.

[76]And most delight his spirit, go, make thouRemorse.

And most delight his spirit, go, make thouRemorse.

[78]with] inRemorse.

with] inRemorse.

[93]my father] Lord ValdezRemorse.

my father] Lord ValdezRemorse.

[96]dream] hearRemorse.

dream] hearRemorse.

[101-5]Erased MS. III.Vald. (looking forward).Hush! 'tis Monviedro.Ter.The Inquisitor—on what new scent of blood?EnterMonviedrowithAlhadra.Mon.Peace and the truth be with you! Good my Lord.My present need is with your son.We have hit the time. Here comes he! Yes, 'tis he.Enter from the opposite sideDon OrdonioMy Lord Ordonio, this Moresco womanMS. III,Remorse.

Erased MS. III.

Vald. (looking forward).Hush! 'tis Monviedro.Ter.The Inquisitor—on what new scent of blood?EnterMonviedrowithAlhadra.Mon.Peace and the truth be with you! Good my Lord.My present need is with your son.We have hit the time. Here comes he! Yes, 'tis he.Enter from the opposite sideDon OrdonioMy Lord Ordonio, this Moresco woman

Vald. (looking forward).Hush! 'tis Monviedro.

Ter.The Inquisitor—on what new scent of blood?

EnterMonviedrowithAlhadra.

Mon.Peace and the truth be with you! Good my Lord.My present need is with your son.We have hit the time. Here comes he! Yes, 'tis he.

Enter from the opposite sideDon Ordonio

My Lord Ordonio, this Moresco woman

MS. III,Remorse.

[108]Erased MS. III.

Erased MS. III.

[109]The] OurMS. III.

The] OurMS. III.

[108-31]Mon.My lord, on strong suspicion of relapseTo his false creed, so recently abjured,The secret servants of the InquisitionHave seized her husband, and at my commandTo the supreme tribunal would have led him,But that he made appeal to you, my lord,As surety for his soundness in the faith.Tho' lesson'd by experience what small trustThe asseverations of these Moors deserve,Yet still the deference to Ordonio's name,Nor less the wish to prove, with what high honourThe Holy Church regards her faithful soldiers,Thus far prevailed with me that—Ord.Reverend father,I am much beholden to your high opinion,Which so o'erprizes my light services.[then to AlhadraI would that I could serve you; but in truthYour face is new to me.Mon.My mind foretold meThat such would be the event. In truth, Lord Valdez,'Twas little probable, that Don Ordonio,That your illustrious son, who fought so bravelySome four years since to quell these rebel Moors,Should prove the patron of this infidel!The warranter of a Moresco's faith!Remorse.

Mon.My lord, on strong suspicion of relapseTo his false creed, so recently abjured,The secret servants of the InquisitionHave seized her husband, and at my commandTo the supreme tribunal would have led him,But that he made appeal to you, my lord,As surety for his soundness in the faith.Tho' lesson'd by experience what small trustThe asseverations of these Moors deserve,Yet still the deference to Ordonio's name,Nor less the wish to prove, with what high honourThe Holy Church regards her faithful soldiers,Thus far prevailed with me that—Ord.Reverend father,I am much beholden to your high opinion,Which so o'erprizes my light services.[then to AlhadraI would that I could serve you; but in truthYour face is new to me.Mon.My mind foretold meThat such would be the event. In truth, Lord Valdez,'Twas little probable, that Don Ordonio,That your illustrious son, who fought so bravelySome four years since to quell these rebel Moors,Should prove the patron of this infidel!The warranter of a Moresco's faith!

Ord.Reverend father,I am much beholden to your high opinion,Which so o'erprizes my light services.[then to AlhadraI would that I could serve you; but in truthYour face is new to me.

Mon.My mind foretold meThat such would be the event. In truth, Lord Valdez,'Twas little probable, that Don Ordonio,That your illustrious son, who fought so bravelySome four years since to quell these rebel Moors,Should prove the patron of this infidel!The warranter of a Moresco's faith!

Remorse.

[114]Have learnt by heart their falsehoods to gain time.Corr. in MS. III.

Have learnt by heart their falsehoods to gain time.Corr. in MS. III.

[118-20]who (you know, &c., . . . with herErased MS. III.The stage-direction (Alhadra here advances towards Ordonio) is inserted at the end of Francesco's speech.

who (you know, &c., . . . with herErased MS. III.The stage-direction (Alhadra here advances towards Ordonio) is inserted at the end of Francesco's speech.

[127-8]om. MS. III.

om. MS. III.

[133]Is Isidore. (Ordonio starts)Remorse.

Is Isidore. (Ordonio starts)Remorse.

[135]Stage-direction (triumphantly)om. Remorse.

Stage-direction (triumphantly)om. Remorse.

[138-9]You were at sea, and there engaged the pirates,The murderers doubtless of your brother Alvar!Remorse.

You were at sea, and there engaged the pirates,The murderers doubtless of your brother Alvar!

Remorse.

[139]The stage-directionMaria looks, &c.,om. Remorse.

The stage-directionMaria looks, &c.,om. Remorse.

[140]Francesco (. . . Osorio)om. Remorse.

Francesco (. . . Osorio)om. Remorse.

[141]Val.You pressed upon him too abruptly fatherRemorse.

Val.You pressed upon him too abruptly fatherRemorse.

[143]Ord.O heavens! I?—I doted?—Remorse. Stage-directions (starting, &c.), (Then, as, &c.)om. Remorse.

Ord.O heavens! I?—I doted?—Remorse. Stage-directions (starting, &c.), (Then, as, &c.)om. Remorse.

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