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How sweet and musical the name of Alvar! The accomplice and sworn friend of Isidore. Then, then, Ordonio, he was dear to thee,

And thou wert dear to him ; Heaven only knows I know him not.

How very dear thou wert! Why didst thou hate him? And yet methinks I have heard the name but lately. O heaven! how he would fall upon thy neck, Means he the husband of the Moorish woman?

And weep forgiveness ! Isidore ? Isidore ?


Spirit of the dead ORDONIO. Good ! good! that lie! by heaven it has restored me. Methinks I know thee! ha! my brain turns wild Now I am thy master! Villain! thou shalt drink it,

At its own dreams-off-off, fantastic shadow! Or die a bitterer death.

I fain would tell thee what I am! but dare not! What strange solution Hast thou found out to satisfy thy fears,

Cheat! villain! traitor! whatsoever thou beAnd drug them to unnatural sleep?

I fear thee, man! [Alvar takes the goblet, and throwing it to the ground TERESA (rushing out and falling on Alvar's neck). with stern contempl.

Ordonio! 'tis thy brother.
My master!

[ORDONIO with frantic wildness runs upon Alvar

with his sword. TERESA flings herself on Thou mountebank!

ORDONIO and arrests his arm.

Stop, madman, stop. Mountebank and villain !

What then art thou ? For shame, put up thy sword!

Does then this thin disguise impenetrably
What boots a weapon in a wither'd arm?
I fix mine eye upon thee, and thou tremblest!

Hide Alvar from thee? Toil and painful wounds I speak, and fear and wonder crush thy rage,

And long imprisonment in unwholesome dungeons,

Have marr'd perhaps all trait and lineament
And turn it to a motionless distraction!
Thou blind self-worshipper! thy pride, thy cunning, of what I was! But chiefly, chiefly, brother,
Thy faith in universal villany,

My anguish for thy guilt!
Thy shallow sophisms, thy pretended scorn

Ordonio_Brother! For all thy human brethren-out upon them!

Nay, nay, thou shalt embrace me. What have they done for thee ? have they given thee ORDONIO (drawing back and gazing at Alvar with a peace?

countenance of at once awe and terror). Cured thee of starting in thy sleep? or made

Touch me not!
The darkness pleasant when thou wakest at midnight? Touch not pollution, Alvar! I will die.
Art happy when alone? Canst walk by thyself [He attempts to fall on his sword: ALVAR and TERESA
With even step and quiet cheerfulness?
Yet, yet thou mayest be saved-

ORDONIO (vacantly repeating the words). We will find means to save your honor. Live,

Saved saved ? Oh live, Ordonio! for our father's sake!

Spare his gray hairs !
One pang!

Could I call up one pang of true Remorse!

And you may yet be happy.

prevent him.




He told me of the babes that prattled to him,

O horror! not a thousand years in heaven
His fatherless little ones! Remorse! Remorse! Could recompose this miserable heart,
Where gott'st thou that fool's word ? Curse on Remorse! Or make it capable of one brief joy!
Can it give up the dead, or recompact

Live! Live! Why yes ! 't were well to live with you: A mangled body? mangled-dash'd to atoms!

For is it fit a villain should be proud ? Not all the blessings of a host of angels

My brother! I will kneel to you, my brother! Can blow away a desolate widow's curse!

[Kneeling. And though thou spill thy heart's blood for atonement, Forgive me, Alvar --Curse me with forgiveness ! It will not weigh against an orphan's tear!

ALVAR (almost overcome by his feelings).

Call back thy soul, Ordonio, and look round thee: But Alvar

Now is the time for greatness! Think that Heaven

Ha! it chokes thee in the throat, O mark his eye! he hears not what you say.
Even thee; and yet I pray thee speak it out!

ORDONIO (pointing at the vacancy).
Still Alvar! Alvar!-howl it in mine ear,

Yes, mark his eye! there's fascination in it! Heap it like coals of fire upon my heart,

Thou saidst thou didst not know him_That is he And shoot it hissing through my brain!

He comes upon me!


Heal, O heal him, Heaven'
That day when thou didst leap from off the rock
Into the waves, and grasp'd thy sinking brother, Nearer and nearer! and I cannot stir!
And bore him to the strand ; then, son of Valdez, Will no one hear these stifled groans, and wake me ?





He would have died to save me, and I kill'd him, She hath avenged the blood of Isidore !
A husband and a father!

I stood in silence like a slave before her,

That I might taste the wormwood and the gall, Some secret poison

And satiate this self-accusing heart Drinks up his spirits !

With bitterer agonies than death can give

Forgive me, Alvar!
ORDONIO (fiercely recollecting himself).
Let the eternal Justice

Oh! couldst thou forget me! [Dies Prepare my punishment in the obscure world- (ALVAR and Teresa bend over the body of ORDONIO I will not bear to live-to live-0 agony !

ALHADRA (to the Moors). And be myself alone my own sore torment! I thank thee, Heaven! thou hast ordaind it wisely, [The doors of the dungeon are broken open, and in That still extremes bring their own cure. That point rush ALHADRA, and the band of MORESCOES.

In misery, which makes the oppressed Man
Regardless of his own life, makes him too

Lord of the Oppressor's-Knew I a hundred men Seize first that man! [Alvar presses onward to defend ORDONIO. This arm should shake the Kingdoms of the World,

Despairing, but not palsied by despair,

The deep foundations of iniquity
Off, ruffians! I have flung away my sword. Should sink away, earth groaning from beneath them;
Woman, my life is thine! to thee I give it! The strong-holds of the cruel men should fall,
Off! he that touches me with his hand of flesh, Their Temples and their mountainous Towers should
I'll rend his limbs asunder! I have strength

With this bare arm to scatter you like ashes. Till Desolation seem'd a beautiful thing,

And all that were, and had the Spirit of Life,
My husband-

Sang a new song to her who had gone forth,

Conquering and still to conquer !
Yes, I murder'd him most foully.

(ALHADRA hurries off with the Moors ; the stage fills

with armed Peasants and Servants, ZULIMEZ ALVAR and TERESA.

and Valdez at their head. VALDEZ rushes into O horrible!

Alvar's arms.
Why didst thou leave his children ?
Demon, thou shouldst have sent thy dogs of hell

Turn not thy face that way, my father! hide,
To lap their blood! Then, then I might have hardend Oh hide it from his eye! Oh let thy joy
My soul in misery, and have had comfort.

Flow in unmingled stream through thy first blessing I would have stood far off, quiet though dark,

[Both kneel lo VALDEZ And bade the race of men raise up a mourning

VALDEZ. For a deep horror of desolation,

My Son! My Alvar! bless, Oh bless him, Heaven! Too great to be one soul's particular lot!

TERESA. Brother of Zagri! let me lean upon thee.

Me too, my Father? [Struggling to suppress her feelings. The time is not yet come for woman's anguish.

Bless, Oh bless my children! I have not seen his blood-Within an hour Those little ones will crowd around and ask me,

[Both rise. Where is our father? I shall curse thee then! Wert thou in heaven, my curse would pluck thee Delights so full, if unalloyd with grief,

Were ominous. In these strange dread events thence!

Just Heaven instructs us with an awful voice,

That Conscience rules us e'en against our choice. He doth repent! See, see, I kneel to thee!

Our inward monitress to guide or warn,
O let him live! That aged man, his father-

If listen'd to; but if repell’d with scorn,
ALHADRA (sternly)

At length as dire Remorse, she reappears,
Why had he such a son?

Works in our guilty hopes, and selfish fears ! [Shouls from the distance of, Rescue! Rescue! Still bids, Remember! and still cries, Too late! Alvar! Alvar! and the voice of VALDEZ heard. And while she scares us, goads us to our fate.







Rescue ?-and Isidore's Spirit unavenged ?
The deed be mine! [Suddenly stabs ORDONIO.
Now take my life!

ORDONIO (staggering from the wound).

Alvar (while with TERESA supporting Ordonio).

Note 1, page 81, col. 1
Arm of avenging Heaven,
Thou hast snatch'd from me my most cherish'd hope.

You are a painter
But go! my word was pledged to thee.

The following lines I have preserved in this place,

not so much as explanatory of the picture of the

Away! assassination, as (if I may say so without disrespect Brave not my father's rage! I thank thee! Thou- to the Public) to gratify my own feelings, the passage [Then turning his eyes languidly to Alvar. being no mere fancy portrait; but a slight, yet not


unfaithful profile of one,* who still lives, nobilitate felix, arte clarior, vità colendissimus.

ZULIMEZ (speaking of Alvar in the third perlon).
Such was the noble Spaniard's own relation.
He told me, too, how in his early youth,
And his tirst travels, 't was his choice or chance
To make long sojourn in sea-wedded Venice;
There won the love of that divine old man,
Courted by mightiest kings, the famous Titian!
Who, like a second and more lovely Nature,
By the sweet mystery of lines and colors,
Changed the blank canvas to a magic mirror,
That made the Absent present; and to Shadows
Gave light, depth, substance, bloom, yea, thought and

He loved the old man, and revered his art:
And though of noblest birth and ample fortune,
The young enthusiast thought it no scorn
But this inalienable ornament,
To be his pupil, and with filial zeal
By practice to appropriate the sage lessons,
Which the gay, smiling old man gladly gave.
The Art, he honor'd thus, requited him:
And in the following and calamitous years
Beguiled the hours of his captivity.

And then he framed this picture? and unaided
By arts unlawful, spell, or talisman!

A potent spell, a mighty talisman!
The imperishable memory of the deed
Sustain'd by love, and grief, and indignation!
So vivid were the forms within his brain,
His very eyes, when shut, made pictures of them!

SELMA. My husband's father told it me, Poor old Sesina-angels rest his soul! He was a woodman, and could fell and saw With lusty arm. You know that huge round beam Which props the hanging wall of the old Chapel ? Beneath that tree, while yet it was a tree, He found a baby wrapt in mosses, lined With thistle-beards, and such small locks of wool As bang on brambles. Well, he brought him home, And reared him at the then Lord Valdez' cost. And so the babe grew up a pretty boy, A pretty boy, but most unteachableHe never learnt a prayer, nor told a bead, But knew the names of birds, and mock'd their notes, And whistled, as he were a bird himself: And all the autumn 't was his only play To gather seeds of wild flowers, and to plant them With earth and water on the stumps of trees. A Friar, who gather'd simples in the wood, A gray-bair'd man, he loved this little boy: The boy loved him, and, when the friar taught him, He soon could write with the pen; and from that time Lived chiefly at the Convent or the Castle. So he became a rare and learned youth: But O! poor wretch! he read, and read, and read, Till his brain turn'd; and ere his twentieth year He had unlawful thoughts of many things: And though he pray'd, he never loved to pray With holy men, nor in a holy place. But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet, The late Lord Valdez ne'er was wearied with him. And once, as by the north side of the chapel They stood together, chain'd in deep discourse, The earth heaved under them with such a groan, That the wall totter'd, and had well-nigh fallen Right on their heads. My Lord was sorely frightend, A fever seized him, and he made confession Of all the heretical and lawless talk Which brought this judgment : so the youth was seized And cast into that hole. My husband's father Sobb'd like a child-it almost broke his heart: And once as he was working near this dungeon, He heard a voice distinctly; 'twas the youth's, Who sung a doleful song about green fields, How sweet it were on lake or wide savanna To hunt for food, and be a naked man, And wander up and down at liberty. He always doted on the youth, and now His love grew desperate; and defying death, He made that cunning entrance I described, And the young man escaped.


'Tis a sweet tale: Such as would lull a listening child to sleep, His rosy face besojld with unwiped tears. And what became of him?

Note 2, page 89, col. 1. The following Scene, as unfit for the stage, was taken from the Tragedy, in the year 1797, and published in the Lyrical Ballads. But this work having been long out of print, I have been advised to reprint it, as a Note to the second Scene of Act the Fourth, p. 89.


TERESA. 'Tis said, he spake of you familiarly, As mine and Alvar's common foster-mother.

SELMA. Now blessings on the man, whoe'er he be, That join'd your names with mine! O my sweet Lady, As often as I think of those dear times, When you two little ones would stand, at eve, On each side of my chair, and make me learn All you had learnt in the day; and how to talk In gentle phrase; then bid me sing to you'Tis more like heaven to come, than what has been!

But that entrance, Selma ?

Can no one hear? It is a perilous tale!


He went on shipboard With those bold voyagers who made discovery of golden lands. Sesina's younger brother Went likewise, and when he return'd to Spain, He told Sesina, that the poor mad youth, Soon after they arrived in that new world, In spite of his dissuasion, seized a boat, And all alone set sail by silent moonlight Up a great river, great as any sea, And ne'er was heard of more: but 'tis supposed, He lived and died among the savage men,


No one.

* Sir George Beaumont. (Written 1814.)




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But Raab Kiuprili moves with such a gait?
Lo! e'en this eager and unwonted haste

But agitates, not quells, its majesty. The form of the following dramatic poem is in hum- My patron! my commander! yes, 't is he! ble imitation of the Winter's Tale of Shakspeare, Call out the guards. The Lord Kiuprili comes. except that I have called the first part a Prelude in

Enter RAAB stead of a first Act, as a somewhat nearer resem- Drums beal, etc. the Guard turns out.

KIUPRILI. blance to the plan of the ancients, of which one specimen is left us in the Æschylian Trilogy of the RAAB KIUPRILI (making a signal to stop the drums, etc.) Agamemnon, the Orestes, and the Eumenides. Though Silence! enough! This is no time, young friend! a matter of form merely, yet two plays, on different For ceremonious dues. This summoning drum, periods of the same tale, might seem less bold, than Th' air-shattering trumpet, and the horseman's clatter, an interval of twenty years between the first and Are insults to a dying sovereign's ear. second act. This is, however, in mere obedience to Soldiers, 't is well! Retire! your general greets you, custom. The effect does not, in reality, at all de- lis loyal fellow-warriors.

[Guards retire. pend on the Time of the interval; but on a very different principle. There are cases in which an inter

Pardon my surprise. val of twenty hours between the acts would have a Thus sudden from the camp, and unattended ! worse effect (i.e. render the imagination less disposed What may these wonders prophesy? to take the position required) than twenty years in other cases. For the rest, I shall be well content if

Tell me first, my readers will take it up, read and judge it, as a How fares the king ? His majesty still lives? Christmas tale.

We know no otherwise ; but Emerick's friends

(And none but they approach him) scoff at hope. CHARACTERS.

Ragozzi! I have reard thee from a child,

And as a child I have rear'd thee. Whence this air MEN. EMERICK, usurping King of Illyria.

Of mystery? That face was wont to open RAAB KIUPRILI, an Illyrian Chieftain.

Clear as the morning to me, showing all things Casimir, Son of Kiuprili.

Hide nothing from me.
Chef Ragozzi, a Military Commander

O most loved, most honor'd,

The mystery that struggles in my looks,
ZAPOLYA, Queen of Illyria.

Betray'd my whole tale to thee, if it told thee
That I am ignorant; but fear the worst.

And mystery is contagious. All things here

Are full of motion : and yet all is silent:
And bad men's hopes infect the good with fears.

RAAB KIUPRILI (his hand to his heart).

I have trembling proof within, how true thou speakest.

That the prince Emerick feasts the soldiery,

Gives splendid arms, pays the commanders' debts,

And (it is whisper'd) by sworn promises Front of the Palace with a magnificent Colonnade. On Makes himself debtor-hearing this, thou hast heard

one side a military Guard-House. Sentries pacing All- (Then in a subdued and saddened voice.) backward und forward before the Palace. Cher But what my Lord will learn too soon himself. Ragozzi, at the door of the Guard-House, as looking forwards at some ohject in the distance.

Ha -Well then, let it come! Worse scarce can







My eyes deceive me not, it must be he!
Who but our chief, my more than father, who

This letter, written by the trembling hand
Of royal Andreas, calls me from the camp








To his immediate presence. It appoints me, Did my King love me? Did I earn his love? The Queen, and Emerick, guardians of the realm, Have we embraced as brothers would embrace ? And of the royal infant. Day by day,

Was I his arm, his thunder-bolt? And now Robb'd of Zapolya's soothing cares, the king Must I, hag-ridden, pant as in a dream? Yearns only to behold one precious boon,

Or, like an eagle, whose strong wings press up And with his life breathe forth a father's blessing. Against a coiling serpent's folds, can I CHEF RAGOZZI.

Strike but for mockery, and with restless beak
Remember you, my Lord, that Hebrew leech, Gore my own breast ?—Ragozzi, thou art faithful?
Whose face so much distemper'd you ?

Here before Heaven I dedicate my faith
Barzoni ?

To the royal line of Andreas.
I held him for a spy: but the proof failing

RAAB KIUPRILI. (More courteously, I own, than pleased myself),

Hark, Ragozzi!
I sent him from the camp.

Guilt is a timorous thing ere perpetration :

Despair alone makes wicked men be bold.

To him in chief Come thou with me! They have heard my voice in Prince Emerick trusts his royal brother's health.

flight, Have faced round, terror-struck, and fear'd no longer

The whistling javelins of their fell pursuers. Hide nothing, I conjure you! What of him ?

Ha! what is this? With pomp of words beyond a soldier's cunning,

[Black Flag displayed from the Tower of the Pal.

ace: a death-bell tolls, elc.
And shrugs and wrinkled brow, he smiles and whis-

Vengeance of Heaven! He is dead.
Talks in dark words of women's fancies ; hints
That 't were a useless and cruel zeal

At length then 'tis announced. Alas! I fear,
To rob a dying man of any hope,

That these black death-flags are but treason's signals However vain, that soothes him : and, in fine,

RAAB KIUPRILI (looking forwards anxiously). Denies all chance of offspring from the Queen.

A prophecy too soon fulfilld! See yonder !

O rank and ravenous wolves! the death-bell echoes The venomous snake! My heel was on its head, Suill in the doleful air-and see! they come. And (fool!) I did not crush it!


Precise and faithful in their villany,
Nay, he fears

Even to the moment, that the master traitor
Zapolya will not long survive her husband.

Had preordain'd them.

Manifest treason! Even this brief delay

Was it over-haste, Half makes me an accomplice-If he live),

Or is it scorn, that in this race of treason [Is moving toward the palace. Their guilt thus drops its mask, and blazons forth If he but live and know me, all may,

Their infamous plot even to an idiot's sense.

Halt! [Stops him.
On pain of death, my Lord ! am I commanded

Doubtless they deem Heaven too usurp'd! Heaven's To stop all ingress to the palace.


Bought like themselves!
Thou !

[During this conversation music is heard, at first

solemn and funereal, and then changing to No place, no name, no rank excepted

spirited and triumphal.

Being equal all in crime, RAAB KIUPRILI.

Thou !

Do you press on, ye spotted parricides !

For the one sole pre-eminence yet doubtful,
This life of mine, O take it, Lord Kiuprili!

The prize of foremost impudence in guilt?
I give it as a weapon to thy hands,

RAAB KIUPRILI. Mine own no longer. Guardian of Illyria,

The bad man's cunning still prepares the way Useless to thee, 't is worthless to myself.

For its own outwitting. I applaud, Ragozzi! Thou art the framer of my nobler being :

[Musing to himself-then Nor does there live one virtue in my soul,

Raguzzi ! I applaud, One honorable hope, but calls thee father.

In thee, the virtuous hope that dares look onward Yet ere thou dost resolve, know that yon palace And keeps the life-spark warm of future action Is guarded from within, that each access

Beneath the cloak of patient sufferance. Is throng'd by arm'd conspirators, watch'd by ruffians Act and appear as time and prudence prompt thee; Pamper'd with gists, and hot upon the spoil

I shall not misconceive the part thou playest. Which that false promiser still trails before them. Mine is an easier part-to brave the Usurper. I ask but this one boon-reserve my life

(Enter a procession of EMERICK'S Adherents Till I can lose it for the realm and thee!

Nobles, Chieftains, and Soldiers, with Music.

They advance toward the front of the Stage My heart is rent asunder. O my country,

KIUPRILI makes the signal for them to stop O fallen Illyria! stand I here spell-bound ?

The Music ceases.



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