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OR DONIO.

VALDEZ.

VALDEZ.

VALDEZ.

TERESA.

Almost, I fear, it hath unhinged his brain.
ORDONIO (now in soliloquy, and now addressing

Is it so?
his father : and just after the speech has Yes ! yes! even like a child, that, too abruptly
commenced, TERESA reappears and advances Roused by a glare of light from deepest sleep,
slowly).

Starts up bewilder'd and talks idly. Say, I had laid a body in the sun!

(Then mysteriously.)

Father! Well! in a month there swarm forth from the corse What if the Moors that made my brother's grave A thousand, nay, ten thousand sentient beings Even now were digging ours? What if the bolt, In place of that one man-Say, I had killd him!

Though aim'd, I doubt noi, at the son of Valdez, [TERESA starls, and stops, listening. Yet miss'd its true aim when it fell on Alvar? Yet who shall tell me, that each one and all of these ten thousand lives is not as happy As that one life, which being push'd aside,

Alvar ne'er fought against the Moors,say rather, Made room for these unnumber'd

He was their advocate; but you had march'd
With fire and desolation through their villages.-

Yet he hy chance was captured.
O mere madness!

OR DONIO.
[TERESA moves hastily forwards, and places herself
directly before ORDONIO.

Unknown, perhaps ORDONIO (checking the feeling of surprise, and Captured, yet, as the son of Valdez, murdera.

Leave all io me. Nay, whither, gentle Lady? forcing his tones into an expression of

playful courtesy).
Teresa ? or the Phantom of Teresa ?

What seek you now?
TERESA.
Alas! the Phantom only, if in truth

A better, surer light
The substance of her Being, her Life's life, To guide me
Have ta'en its flight through Alvar's death-wound-

Both VALDEZ and ORDONIO.
(A pause.)
Where-

Whither? (Even coward Murder grants the dead a grave)

TERESA. O tell me, Valdez !-answer me, Ordonio!

To the only place Where lies the corse of my betrothed husband ?

Where lise yet dwells for me, and ease of heart OR DONIO.

These walls seem threatening to fall in upon me! There, where Ordonio likewise would fain lie!

Detain me not! a dim Power drives me hence, In the sleep-compelling earth, in unpierced dark

And that will be my guide.
ness!

VALDEZ.
For while we LIVE-
An inward day that never, never sets,

To find a lover! Glares round the soul, and mocks the closing eye-Suits that a high-born maiden's modesty ? lids!

O folly and shame! Tempt not my rage, Teresa ! Over his rocky grave the Fir-grove sighs

TERESA. A lulling ceaseless dirge! 'Tis well with him.

Hopeless, I fear no human being's rage. (Strides off in agilation towards the allar, but

And am I hastening to the arms-o Heaven! returns as Valdez is speaking.

I haste but to the grave of my beloved ! TERESA (recoiling with the erpression appropriate to

[Exit, VALDEZ following after her the passion).

ORDONIO. The rock! the fir-grove!

(T. VALDEZ.

Didst thou hear him say it? This, then, is my reward ! and I must love her? Hush! I will ask him!

Scorn'd ! shudder'd at! yet love her still? yes! VALDEZ.

yes! Urge him not-not now!

By the deep feelings of Revenge and Hate This we beheld. Nor He nor I know more,

I will still love her-woo her-win her too! Than what the magic imagery reveal'd.

(A pause) Isidore safe and silent, and the portrait

Found on the wizard-he, belike, self-poison'd The assassin, who press'd foremost of the three

To escape the crueller flames -My soul shouts ORDONIO.

triumph! A tender-hearted, scrupulous, grateful villain,

The mine is undermined! Blood ! Blood ! Blood ! Whom I will strangle! VALDEZ (looking with anxious disquiet at his Son, yet

They thirst for thy blood! thy blood, Ordonio!

[A pause attempting to proceed with his description).

The hunt is up! and in the midnight wood,
While his two companions-

With lights to dazzle and with nets they seek
ORDONIO.

A timid prey: and lo! the tiger's eye Dead ! dead already! what care we for the dead ? Glares in the red flame of his hunter's torch! VALDEZ (to TERESA).

To Isidore I will dispatch a message, Pity him! soothe him! disenchant his spirit! And lure him to the cavern! ay, that cavern! These supernatural shows, this strange disclosure, He cannot fail to find it. Thither I'll lure him, And this too fond affection, which still broods Whence he shall never, never more return! O'er Alvar's fate, and still burns to avenge it

(Looks through the side window These, struggling with his hopeless love for you, A rim of the sun lies yet upon the sea, Distemper him, and give reality

And now 't is gone! All shall be done to-night. To the creatures of his fancy

(Eril

ISIDORE.

ORDONIO.

ISIDORE.

ISIDORE.

That my foot hung aslant adown the edge.
ACT IV.

Was it my own sear?

Fear too hath its instincts! SCENE I.

(And yet such dens as these are wildly told of, A cavern, dark, ercept where a gleam of moonlight is And yet are Beings that live, yet not for the eye)

seen on one side al the further end of it; supposed An arm of frost above and from behind me to be cast on il from a crevice in a part of the Pluck'd up and snatch'd me backward. Merciful cuvern out of sight. ISIDORE alone, an extinguished

Heaven! torch in his hand.

You smile! alas, even smiles look ghastly here!

My Lord, I pray you, go yourself and view it. Faith 't was a moving letter-very moving !

It must have shot some pleasant feelings through you
His life in danger, no place safe but this !
Twas his turn now to talk of gratitude."
And yel—but no! there can't be such a villain. If every atom of a dead man's flesh
It cannot be!

Should creep, each one with a particular life,
Thanks to that little crevice,

Yet all as cold as ever-'t was just so!
Which lets the moonlight in! I'll go and sit by it.

Or had it drizzled needle points of frost To peep at a tree, or see a he-goat's beard,

Upon a feverish head made suddenly baldOr hear a cow or two breathe loud in their sleep

ORDONIO (interrupting him). Any thing but this crash of water-drops !

Why, Isidore
These dull abortive sounds that fret the silence I blush for thy cowardice. It might have startled,
With puny thwartings and mock opposition ! I grant you, even a brave man for a moment-
So beats the death-watch to a dead man's ear.

But such a panic-
(He goes out of sight, opposite to the patch of
moonlight : returns after a minute's elapse,

When a boy, my Lord !

I could have sate whole hours beside that chasm, in an ecstasy of fear.

Push'd in huge stones, and heard them strike and A hellish pit! The very same I dreamt of!

rattle I was just in—and those damn'd fingers of ice Which cluteh'd my hair up! Ha!—what's that—it Low down, and listen'd till the heavy fragments

Against its horrid sides: then hung my head moved.

Sank with faint crash in that still groaning well, (Isidore stands staring at another recess in which never thirsty pilgrim blest, which never

the cavern. In the mean time Ordonio en- A living thing came near-unless, perchance,
ters with a torch, and halloos to IsiDORE. Some blind-worm battens on the ropy mould

Close at its edge.
ISIDOR E.
I swear that I saw something moving there!
The moonshine came and went like a flash of light-

Art thou more coward now? ning

ISIDORE. I swear, I saw it move.

Call him, that fears his fellow-man, a coward !

I fear not man—but this inhuman cavern, ORDONIO' (goes into the recess, then returns, and wilh (It were too bad a prison-house for goblins. greal scorn).

Beside (you 'll smile, my Lord), but true it is, A jutting clay stone My last night's sleep was very sorely haunted Props on the long lank weed, that grows beneath : By what had pass'd between us in the morning. And the weed nods and drips.

O sleep of horrors! Now run down and stared at ISIDORE (forcing a laugh faintly).

By Forms so hideous that they mock remembrance A jest to laugh at !

Now seeing nothing and imagining nothing,
It was not that which scared me, good my Lord.

But only being afraid—stifled with Fear!
While every goodly or familiar form

Had a strange power of breathing terror round me! What scared you, then ?

I saw you in a thousand fearful shapes ;

And, I entreat your lordship to believe me,
You see that little rift? In my last dream-
But first permit me!

OR DONIO.

Well ? (Lights his lorch al Ordonio's, and while lighting it. (A lighted torch in the hand,

I was in the act Is no unpleasant object here—one's breath

or falling down that chasm, when Alhadra Floats round the flame, and makes as many colors

Waked me: she heard my heart beat.
As the thin clouds that travel near the moon.)

ORDONIO.
You see that crevice there?
My torch extinguish'd by these water drops,

Strange enough!
And inarking that the moonlight came from thence, Hal you been here before ?
1 stept in to it, meaning to sit there;
But scarcely had I measured twenty paces

Never, my Lord. My body bending forward, yea, overbalanced

But mine eyes do not see it now more clearly, Almost beyond recoil, on the dim brink

Than in my dream I saw—that very chasm. Of a huge chasm I stept. The shadowy moonshine ORDONIO (stands lost in thought, then after a pause Filling the Void, so counterfeited Substance, I know not why it should be! yet it is

ORDONIO.

ORDONIO.

ISIDORE.

ISIDORE.

ISIDORE.

ISIDORE.

ISIDORE.

OR DONIO.

ISIDORE.

ISIDORE
What is, my Lord ?

I have a prattler three years old, my Lord!
ORDONIO.

In truth he is my darling. As I went
Abhorrent from our nature,

From forth my door, he made a moan in sleep To kill a man.

But I am talking idly-pray proceed!

And what did this man?
ISIDORE.
Except in self-defence.

ORDONIO.

With his human hand
ORDONIO.
Why, that 's my case; and yet the soul recoils from it- He gave a substance and reality
'Tis so with me at least. But you, perhaps,

To that wild fancy of a possible thing.–
Well it was done!

[Then very wildly Have sterner feelings?

Why babblest thou of guilt ? ISIDORE.

The deed was done, and it pass'd fairly off. Something troubles you. And he whose tale I tell theedost thou listen ? How shall I serve you? By the life you gave me, By all that makes that life of value to me,

I would, my Lord, you were by my fire-side,
My wife, my babes, my honor, I swear to you,

I'd listen to you with an eager eye,
Name it, and I will toil to do the thing,
If it be innocent! But this, my Lord,

Though you began this cloudy tale at midnight; Is not a place where you could perpetrate,

But I do listen—pray proceed, my Lord. No, nor propose, a wicked thing. The darkness,

Where was I ? When ten strides off, we know 't is cheerful moonlight,

ISIDORE.
Collects the guilt, and crowds it round the heart.
It must be innocent.

He of whom you tell the tale(Ordonio darkly, and in the feeling of self-justifica

OR DONIO. tion, tells whui he conceives of his our character and Surveying all things with a quiet scom. actions, speaking of himself in the third person.

Tamed himself down to living purposes,

The occupations and the semblances
ORDONIO.

of ordinary men—and such he seem'd!
Thyself be judge.

But that same over-ready agent-he-
One of our family knew this place well.
ISIDORE.

Ah! what of him, my Lord ?
Who? when ? my Lord ?

ORDONIO
ORDONIO.

He proved a traitor, What boots it, who or when ?

Betray'd the mystery to a brother traitor,
Hang up thy torch–I'll tell his tale to thee. And they between them hatch'd a damned plot

(They hang up their torches on some ridge in To hunt him down to infamy and death.
the cavern.

What did the Valdez? I am proud of the name, He was a man different from other men,

Since he dared do it.And he despised them, yet revered himself.

(ORDONIO grasps his sword, and turns off from ISIDORE (aside).

IsidorE; then after a pause returns

Our links burn dimly.
He ? He despised ? Thou’rt speaking of thyself!
I am on my guard, however: no surprise.

[Then to ORDONIO. A dark tale darkly finish'd! Nay, my Lord! What! he was mad?

Tell what he did.
ORDONIO.

That which his wisdom prompted-
All men seem'd mad to him! He made that Traitor meet him in this cavern,
Nature had made him for some other planet, And here he kill'd the Traitor.
And press'd his soul into a human shape
By accident or malice. In this world

No! the fool!
He found no fit companion.

He had not wit enough to be a traitor.
ISIDORE.

Poor thick-eyed beetle! not to have foreseen
Of himself he speaks.

That he who gull’d thee with a whimper'd lie

(Aside. To murder his own brother, would not scruple Alas! poor wretch!

To murder thee, if e'er his guilt grew jealous,
Mad men are mostly proud.

And he could steal upon thee in the dark!
ORDONIO.

ORDONIO.
He walk'd alone, Thou wouldst not then have come, if-
And phantom thoughts unsought-for troubled him.
Something within would still be shadowing out
All possibilities; and with these shadows

Oh yes, my Lord !
His mind held dalliance. Once, as so it happen'd, I would have met him arm’d, and scared the coward
A fancy cross'd him wilder than the rest :

(ISIDORE throws off his robe; shows himself armed To this in moody murmur and low voice

and draws his sword.
He yielded utterance, as some talk in sleep:
The man who heard him.-

Now this is excellent, and warms the blood !
Why didst thou look round ? My heart was drawing back, drawing me back

ISIDORE.

ORDONTO.

ISIDORE.

ISIDORE.

OR DONIO.

VALDEZ.

TERESA.

TERESA.

VALDEZ.

TERESA.

TERESA.

With weak and womanish scruples. Now my Ven-
geance

Hush, thoughtless woman!
Beckons me onwards with a warrior's mien,
And claims that life, my pity robb'd her of

Nay, it wakes within mo
Now will I kill thee, thankless slave! and count it More than a woman's spirit.
Among my comfortable thoughts hereafter.

VALDEZ.
ISIDORE.

No more of this
And all my little ones fatherless

What if Monviedro or his creatures hear us!

Die thou first. I dare not listen to you. [They fight; ORDONIO disarms ISIDORE, and in dis.

TERESA arming him throws his sword up that recess oppo.

My honor'd Lord, site to which they were standing. Isidore hurries into the recess with historch, OR DONIO follows him; These were my Alvar's lessons ; and whene'er a loud cry of « Traitor! Monster ?is heard As if to give a voice to the mute image.

I bend me o'er his portrait, I repeat them,
from the cavern, and in a moment ORDONIO returns
alone.

VALDEZ.
ORDONIO.

-We have mourn'd for Alvar. I have hurld him down the chasm! Treason for trea- Of his sad fate there now remains no doubt. son.

Have I no other son ?
He dreamt of it: henceforward let him sleep
A dreamless sleep, from which no wife can wake him.

Speak not of him!
His dream too is made out-Now for his friend. That low imposture! That mysterious pieture!

[Erit ORDONIO. If this be madness, must I wed a madman ?

And if not madness, there is mystery,

And guilt doth lurk behind it.
SCENE II.*

Is this well?
The interior Court of a Saracenic or Gothic Castle,
with the Iron Gate of a Dungeon visible.

Yes, it is truth : saw you his countenance ?

How rage, remorse, and scorn, and stupid fear, Heart-chilling Superstition! thou canst glaze Displaced each other with swift interchanges ? Even Pity's eye with her own frozen tear.

O that I had indeed the sorcerer's powerIn vain I urge the tortures that await him; I would call up before thine eyes the image Even Selma, reverend guardian of my childhood, Of my betrothed Alvar, of thy first-born! My second mother, shuts her heart against me! His own fair countenance, his kingly forehead, Well, I have won from her what most imports His tender smiles, love's day-dawn on his lips ! The present need, this secret of the dungeon, That spiritual and almost heavenly light Known only to herself.--A Moor! a Sorcerer!

In his commanding eye-his mien heroic, No, I have faith, that Nature ne'er permitted Virtue's own native heraldry! to man Baseness to wear a form so noble. True,

Genial, and pleasant to his guardian angel. I doubt not, that Ordonio had suborn'd him Whene'er he gladden'd, how the gladness spread To act some part in some unholy fraud;

Wide round him! and when oft with swelling tears.
As little doubt, that for some unknown purpose Flash'd through by indignation, he bewail'd
He hath baffled his suborner, terror-struck him, The wrongs of Belgium's martyr'd patriots,
And that Ordonio meditates revenge!

Oh, what a grief was there—for joy to envy,
But my resolve is fix'd! myself will rescue him, Or gaze upon enamour'd!
And learn it haply he know aught of Alvar.

O my father!
Enter VALDEZ.

Recall that morning when we knelt together,
And thou didst bless our loves! O even now,

Even now, my sire! to thy mind's eye present him, Still sad ?-and gazing at the massive door

As at that moment he rose up before thee, Of that fell Dungeon which thou ne'er hadst sight of, Stately, with beaming look! Place, place beside him Save what, perchance, thy infant fancy shaped it, Ordonio's dark perturbed countenance! When the nurse still’d thy cries with unmeant threats. Then bid me (Oh thou couldst not) bid me turn Now by my faith, Girl! this same wizard haunts thee! From him, the joy, the triumph of our kind ! A stately man, and eloquent and tender

To take in exchange that brooding man, who never

[With a sneer. Lifts up his eye from the earth, unless to scowl. Who then need wonder if a lady sighs Even at the thought of what these stern Dominicans

Ungrateful woman! I have tried to stifle
TERESA (with solemn indignation).

An old man's passion! was it not enough
The horror of their ghastly punishments

That thou hadst made my son a restless man, Doth so o'ertop the height of all compassion,

Banish'd his health, and half unhinged his reasons , That I should feel too little for mine enemy,

But that thou wilt insult him with suspicion ? If it were possible I could feel more,

And toil to blast his honor? I am old, Even though the dearest inmates of our household

A comfortless old man! Were doom'd to suffer them. That such things are

O Grief! to hear • Vide Apoendix, Note 2.

Hateful entreaties from a voice we love'

VALDEZ.

VALDEZ.

TERESA.

NAOMI.

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NAOMI.

Enter a PEASANT and presenls a letter to VALDEZ.

To float for ever with a careless course,
VALDEZ (reading it).

And think myself the only being alive! “ He dares not venture hither!" Why what can this My children !—Isidore's children!—Son of Valdez, mean?

This hath new-strung mine arm. Thou coward tyrant Lest the Familiars of the Inquisition,

To stupify a woman's heart with anguish,
That watch around my gates, should intercept him ; Till she forgot—even that she was a mother!
But he conjures me, that without delay
I hasten to him—for my own sake entreats me

[She fires her eye on the earth. Then drop in one after To guard from danger him I hold imprisond

another, from different parts of the stage, a conHe will reveal a secret, the joy of which

siderable number of Morescoes, all in Moorish gar. Will even outweigh the sorrow."—Why what can

ments and Moorish armor. They form a circle at this be?

a distance round Alhadra, and remain silent till Perchance it is some Moorish stratagem,

the second in command, Naomi, enters, distinguished To have in me a hostage for his safety.

by his dress and armor, and by the silenl obeisance Nay, that they dare not ? Ho! collect my servants !

paid to him on his entrance by the other Moors. I will go thither-let them arm themselves.

[Exit VALDEZ. Woman! may Alla and the Prophet bless thee!

We have obey'd thy call. Where is our chief? TERESA (alone). The moon is high in heaven, and all is hush'd.

And why didst thou enjoin these Moorish garments ! Yet, anxious listener! I have seem'd to hear ALHADRA (raising her eyes, and looking round on the A low dead thunder mutter through the night,

circle). As 't were a giant angry in his sleep.

Warriors of Mahomet! faithful in the battle! O Alvar! Alvar! that they could return,

My countrymen! Come ye prepared to work Those blessed days that imitated heaven,

An honorable deed? And would ye work it When we two wont to walk at even-tide;

In the slave's garb? Curse on those Christian robes! When we saw naught but beauty; when we heard They are spell-blasted : and whoever wears them The voice of that Almighty One who loved us His arm shrinks wither'd, his heart melts away, In every gale that breathed, and wave that mur- And his bones soften.

mur'd! O we have listen'd, even till high-wrought pleasure

Where is Isidore ? Hath half assumed the countenance of grief,

ALHADRA (in a deep low voice). And the deep sigh seem'd to heave up a weight

This night I went from forth my house, and left Of bliss, that press'd too heavy on the heart.

His children all asleep: and he was living !

[A pause. And I return'd and found them still asleep, And this majestic Moor, seems he not one

But he had perish'd-
Who oft and long communing with my Alvar
Hath drunk in kindred lustre from his presence,

ALL THE MORESCO ES.
And guides me to him with reflected light?

Perish'd ?
What if in yon dark dungeon coward Treachery
Be groping for him with envenom'd poniard-

He had perisha! Hence, womanish fears, traitors to love and duty- Sleep on, poor babes! not one of you doth know I'll free him.

[Exit TERESA. That he is fatherless-a desolate orphan!

Why should we wake them ? can an infant's arm
Revenge his murder?

ONE MORESCor (to another).
SCENE III.

Did she say his murder?
The Mountains by moonlight. ALHADRA alone in a

NAOMI.
Moorish dress.

Murder? Not murder'd ?

ALHADRA. Yon hanging woods, that touch'd by autumn seem

Murder'd by a Christian ! As they were blossomning hues of fire and gold;

[They all at once draw their sabres. The flower-like woods, most lovely in decay, ALHADRA (10 NAOMI, who advances from the circle) The many clouds, the sea, the rock, the sands, Brother of Zagri! fling away ihy sword: Lie in the silent moonshine: and the owl,

This is thy chieftain's! (He steps forward to take il Strange! very strange!) the screech-owl only wakes !

Dost thou dare receive it! Sole voice, sole eye of all this world of beauty!

For I have sworn by Alla and the Prophet, Unless, perhaps, she sing her screeching song No tear shall dim these eyes, this woman's heart To a herd of wolves, that skulk arhirst for blood. Shall heave no groan, till I have seen that sword Why such a thing am I ?-Where are these men ? Wet with the life-blood of the son of Valdez! I need the sympathy of human faces, To beat away this deep contempt for all things, Ordonio was your chieftain's murderer! Which quenches my revenge. Oh! would to Alla,

NAOMI. The raven, or the sea-mew, were appointed

He dies, by Alla. To bring me food! or rather that my soul

ALL (kneeling.) Could drink in life from the universal air!

By Alla It were a lot divine in some small skiff Along some Ocean's boundless solitude,

This night your chieftain arm’d himself,

ALHADRA.

ALHADRA.

(A pau

ALHADRA.

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