Sol. Valencia's lord Sends messengers, my chief. Abd. Conduct them hither. [The soldier goes out and re-enters with ELMINA, disguised, and an attendant. Car. (springing forward to the attendant.) Oh! take me hence, Diego! take me hence With thee, that I may see my mother's face At morning when I wake. Here dark-brow'd men Frown strangely, with their cruel eyes, upon us. Take me with thee, for thou art good and kind, And well I know thou lov'st me, my Diego! Abd. Peace, boy !-What tidings, Christian, from thy lord? Is he grown humbler?-doth he set the lives If it be so, I could weep burning tears Elm. Alas, alas ! And wouldst thou die, thus early die, fair boy? What hath life done to thee, that thou shouldst cast Its flower away, in very scorn of heart, Ere yet the blight be come? Alph. That voice doth sound Abd. Stranger, who art thou ?-this is mockery! speak! Elm. (throwing off a mantle and helmet, and embracing her sons.) My boys! whom I have rear'd through many hours My soul hath lived for years! Car. Sweet mother! now Thou shalt not leave us more. Abd. Enough of this! Woman! what seek'st thou here? How hast thou dared To front the mighty thus amidst his hosts? Elm. Think'st thou there dwells no courage but in breasts Bid thee do this, fond Christian? Hast thou not The means to save them? Elm. I have prayers, and tears, And agonies!-and he, my God-the God Affliction's chastening lesson hath not yet [She throws herself at his feet. Conqueror, I can kneel! I, that drew birth from princes, bow myself [not kneel Alph. (attempting to raise her.) Thou shouldst Unto this infidel! Rise, rise, my mother! This sight doth shame our house! Abd. Thou daring boy! They that in arms have taught thy father's land How chains are worn, shall school that haughty mien Unto another language. Elm. Peace, my son! Have pity on my heart! Oh, pardon, chief! Of nature, in her anguish? Warrior, man, Find refuge then, if in the day of might Abd. These are vain words. Elm. Have you no children?-fear ye not to bring The lightning on their heads? In your own land Doth no fond mother, from the tents beneath Your native palms, look o'er the deserts out, To greet your homeward step? You have not yet Forgot so utterly her patient love [eye For is not woman's in all climes the same? Abd. Then it mocks you not. I have swept o'er the mountains of your land, Of storms upon them! Shall I now be stay'd? Elm. Are there such hearts Abd. Kneel not to me. Kneel to your lord! on his resolves doth hang Alph. (with exultation.) I knew 'twas thus ! Elm. There is no mercy, none, On this cold earth! To strive with such a world, Abd. "Tis thine own will. Elm. Thou wilt not spare ! And he beneath whose eye their childhood grew, And in whose paths they sported, and whose ear Thou Christian mother! on thy sons to pass Abd. Hath thy heart resolved? Elm. (covering her face with her hands.) My boy's proud eye is on me, and the things Elm. Mine own fair child! [mine Now that thine eyes have pour'd once more on Abd. Leave him, as 'twere but Alph. Thou hast no look Elm. Oh that I should live To say, I dare not look on thee! Farewell, Of summer, whispering through young flowers and Ther. Sweet lady, talk not thus ! Rest by this fountain, where the laurels dip THERESA sings. Why is the Spanish maiden's grave So far from her own bright land? The sunny flowers that o'er it wave Were sown by no kindred hand. "Tis not the orange-bough that sends Its breath on the sultry air, 'Tis not the myrtle-stem that bends To the breeze of evening there! But the rose of Sharon's eastern bloom The lowly Cross, with flowers o'ergrown, These are the trophies of a chief, Scorn not her tomb-deny not her She bound the steel, in battle tried, And stood with brave men side by side, That strength prevail'd-that faith was bless'd! And nobly won, where heroes fell In arms for the holy shrine, A death which saved what she loved so well, And a grave in Palestine. Then let the rose of Sharon spread Its breast to the glowing air, And the palm of Judah lift its head, Green and immortal there! And let yon gray stone, undefaced, Where Love and Death have been. Xim. Those notes were wont to make my heart beat quick, As at a voice of victory; but to-day [ELMINA enters hurriedly. Elm. The air will calm my spirit, ere yet I meet His eye, which must be met.-Thou here, Ximena! [She starts back on seeing XIMENA. Xim. Alas! my mother! in that hurrying step And troubled glance I read Elm. (wildly.) Thou read'st it not! Why, who would live, if unto mortal eye The things lay glaring, which within our hearts We treasure up for God's? Thou read'st it not! I say, thou canst not! There's not one on earth Shall know the thoughts, which for themselves have made And kept dark places in the very breast Whereon he hath laid his slumber, till the hour When the graves open! Xim. Mother! what is this! Alas! your eye is wandering, and your cheek Flush'd, as with fever! To your woes the night Hath brought no rest. Elm. Rest!-who should rest?-not he That holds one earthly blessing to his heart Nearer than life! No! if this world have aught Of bright or precious, let not him, who calls Such things his own, take rest!-Dark spirits keep watch; And they to whom fair honour, chivalrous fame, Were as heaven's air, the vital element [souls Wherein they breathed, may wake, and find their marks for hunan scorn! Will they bear on With life struck down, and thus disrobed of all Its glorious drapery? Who shall tell us this? -Will he so bear it? Xim. Mother! let us kneel And blend our hearts in prayer! What else is left My mother! peace Is heaven's benignant answer to the cry stream Of my dark thoughts, all broken by the storm, Reflects but clouds and lightnings!-Didst thou speak Of peace? 'tis fled from earth! But there is joy! Xim. O pitying heaven! This grief doth shake her reason! Elm. (starting.) Hark! a step! "Tis-'tis thy father's! Come away-not now— He must not see us now! Xim. Why should this be? [GONZALEZ enters, and detains ELMINA. Gon. Elmina, dost thou shun me? Have we not E'en from the hopeful and the sunny time When youth was as a glory round our brows, Held on through life together? And is this, When eve is gathering round us, with the gloom Of stormy clouds, a time to part our steps Upon the darkening wild? Elm. (coldly.) There needs not this. Why shouldst thou think I shunn'd thee Gon. Should the love That shone o'er many years, th' unfading love, Whose only change hath been from gladdening smiles To mingling sorrows and sustaining strength, Thus lightly be forgotten? Elm. Speak'st thou thus? -I have knelt before thee with that very plea, Thou wouldst not fail me! Not in vain my soul, Upon thy faith and courage, hath built up Unshaken trust. Elm. (wildly.) Away!-thou know'st me not! Man dares too far-his rashness would invest This our mortality with an attribute Too high and awful, boasting that he knows Gon. These are wild words, but yet I will not doubt thee! Hast thou not been found Gon. Wherefore art thou thus? Elmina, my beloved! Elm. No more of love! -Have I not said there's that within my heart, Gon. Nay, lift thine eyes, That I may read their meaning! Elm. Never more With a free soul. Take thou no heed! [naught! What have I said?-'twas The words of wretchedness Admit not scrutiny. Wouldst thou mark the speech Of troubled dreams? Gon. I have seen thee in the hour Of thy deep spirit's joy, and when the breath Elm. Thy glance doth search Gon. Hast thou there Aught to conceal? Elm. Who hath not? Gon. Till this hour |