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The Inquisition, too—You comprehend me?
The slave begins to soften. [4side.
You are my friend,
on too Nio.
And thrilling hands, that made me weep and tremble—
on ind Nio. This was too melancholy, Father. WALDEz. Nay, My Alvar loved sad music from a child. Once he was lost; and after weary search We found him in an open place in the wood, To which spot he had follow'd a blind boy, Who breathed into a pipe of sycamore Some strangely moving notes: and these, he said, Were taught him in a dream. Him we first saw Stretch'd on the broad top of a sunny heath-bank: And lower down poor Alvar, fast asleep, His head upon the blind boy's dog. It pleased me To mark how he had fasten’d round the pipe A silver toy his grandam had late given him. Methinks I see him now as he then look’d— Even so!—He had outgrown his infant dress, Yet still he wore it. A Lva R. My tears must not flow! I must not clasp his knees, and cry, My father!
Enter TEResa, and Attendants.
rer is A. Lord Waldez, you have asked my presence here, And I submit; but (Heaven bear witness for me) My heart approves it not! t is mockery, on do NIO. Believe you then no preternatural influence Believe you not that spirits throng around us? to tars A. Say rather that I have imagined it A possible thing: and it has soothed my soul As other fancies have; but ne'er seduced me To traffic with the black and frenzied hope That the dead bear the voice of witch or wizard. (To Alvan). Stranger, I mourn and blush to see you here,
On such employment! With far other thoughts I left you. oaponio (aside). Ha! he has been tampering with her? ALWAR. O high-soul’d Maiden! and more dear to me Than suits the Stranger's name!— I swear to thee I will uncover all concealed guilt. Doubt, but decide not! Stand ye from the altar. [Here a strain of music is heard from behind the scene. Alva R. With no irreverent voice or uncouth charm I call up the Departed Soul of Alvar ! Hear our soft suit, and heed my milder spell: So may the Gates of Paradise, unbarr'd, Cease thy swift toils! Since haply thou art one Of that innumerable company Who in broad circle, lovelier than the rainbow, Girdle this round earth in a dizzy motion, With noise too vast and constant to be heard: Fitliest unheard For oh, ye numberless And rapid travellers! what ear unstunn'd, What sense unmadden'd, might bear up against The rushing of your congregated wings? [Music. Even now your living wheel turns o'er my head' [Music expressive of the movements and images that follow. Ye, as ye pass, toss high the desert Sands, That roar and whiten, like a burst of waters, A sweet appearance, but a dread illusion To the parch'd caravan that roams by night! And ye build upon the becalmed waves That whirling pillar, which from Earth to Heaven Stands vast, and moves in blackness! Ye too split The ice mount and with fragments many and huge Tempest the new-thaw'd sea, whose sudden gulfs Suck in, perchance, some Lapland wizard's skiff! Then round and round the whirlpool's marge ye dance, Till from the blue swoln Corse the Soul toils out, And joins your mighty Army. [Here behind the scenes a voice sings the three words, a Hear, Su'eet Spirit." Soul of Alvar' Hear the mild spell, and tempt no blacker Charm! By sighs unquiet, and the sickly pang of a half dead, yet still undying Hope, Pass visible before our mortal sense So shall the Church's cleansing rites be thine, Her knells and masses that redeem the Dead!
Doleful Masses chaunt for thee, Miserere Domine!
Hark! the cadence dies away
The boatmen rest their oars and say,
ost oxgo. The innocent obey nor charm nor spell! My brother is in heaven. Thou sainted spirit, Burst on our sight, a passing visitant: Once more to hearthy voice, once more to see thee, O't were a joy to me! AlwarA joy to thee! what if thou heard'st him now what if his spirit Re-enter'd its cold corse, and came upon thee With many a stab from many a murderer's poniard? What if his stedfast Eye still beaming Pity And Brother's love) he turn'd his head aside, Lest he should look at thee, and with one look Hurl thee beyond all power of Penitence? wat Dez. These are unholy fancies: oadoxio (struggling with his feelings). Yes, my father, He is in Heaven : Alvar (still to Ordoxto). But what if he had a brother, Who had lived even so, that at his dying hour, The name of Heaven would have convulsed his face, More than the death-pang ! waldez. Idly prating man Thou hast guess'd ill : Don Alvar's only brother Stands here before thee—a father's blessing on him ' He is most virtuous. Alvah (still to Ordonio). What, if his very virtues Had pamper'd his swoln heart and made him proud 1 And what if Pride had duped him into guilt? Yet still he stalk"d a self-created God, Not very bold, but exquisitely cunning; And one that at his Mother's looking-glass would force his features to a frowning sternness? Young Lord! I tell thee, that there are such Beings— Yea, and it gives fierce merriment to the damn'd, to see these most proud men, that loath mankind, At every stir and buzz of coward conscience, 1, ich, cant, and lie, most whining hypocrites : Away, away ! Now let me hear more music.
[A long pause.
Still prompts thee wisely. Let the pangs of guilt
SC E N E II. Interior of a Chapel, with painted Windows. Enter Teh Esa.
trft Esa. When first I entered this pure spot, forebodings Press'd heavy on my heart: but as I knelt, Such calm unwonted bliss possess'd my spirit, A trance so cloudless, that those sounds, hard by, Of trampling uproar fell upon mine ear As alien and unnoticed as the rain-storm Beats on the roof of some fair banquet-room, While sweetest melodies are warbling——
waldez. Ye pitying saints, forgive a father's blindness, And extricate us from this net of peril :
te. Resa. Who wakes anew my fears, and speaks of peril? wal, d'Ez. O best Teresa, wisely wert thou prompted This was no feat of mortal agency! That picture—Oh, that picture tells me all ! With a flash of light it came, in flames it vanish'd, Self-kindled, self-consumed: bright as thy Life, Sudden and unexpected as thy Fate, Alvar ! My son My son —The Inquisitor–
A worse sorrow
Are Fancy's wild hopes to a heart despairing !
tfit Esa. I breathed to the Unerring Permitted prayers. Must those remain unanswer'd, Yet impious sorcery, that holds no commune Save with the lying Spirit, claim belief ? v At.prz. 0 not to day, not now for the first time Was Alvar lost to thee— [Turning off, aloud, but yet as to himself. Accurst assassins ! Disarm’d, o'erpower'd, despairing of defence, At his bared breast he seem'd to grasp some relict More dear than was his life—— Tenesa (with a faint shriek). O Heavens! my portrait ! And he did grasp it in his death-pang ! Off, false Demon, That bearst shy black wings close above my head (Ontonio enters with the keys of the dungeon in his hand. Hush" who comes here? The wizard Moor's employer! | Moors were his murderers, you say? Saints shield us From wicked thoughts—— [Valdez moves towards the back of the stage to meet Ordonio, and during the concluding lines of Teresa's speech appears as eagerly conversing with him. Is Alvar dead what then 2 The nuptial rites and funeral shall be one! Here's no abiding-place for thee, Teresa.Away! they see me not—Thou seest me, Alvar ! To the I bend my course.—But first one question, one question to Ordonio.—My limbs tremble— | There I may sit unmark’d—a moment will restore me. [Retires out of sight. onbonio (as he advances with WAldez). These are the dungeon keys. Monviedro knew not That I too had received the wizard message,
• He that can bring the dead to life again."
The traitor, Isidore!
Yes! yes! we recognize them. I was benumb'd, and stagger'd up and down Through darkness without light–dark—dark—dark! My flesh crept chill, my limbs felt manacled, As had a snake coil'd round them — Now 'tis sun-shine, And the blood dances freely through its channels' [Turns off abruptly; then to himself. This is my virtuous, grateful Isidore! [Then mimicking Isidore's manner and voice. « A common trick of gratitude, my lord!" Old Gratitude! a dagger would dissect His a own full heart”—t were good to see its colour. W.A Linez. These magic sights! O that I ne'er had yielded, To your entreaties! Neither had 1 yielded, But that in spite of your own seeming faith I held it for some innocent stratagem, Which Love had prompted, to remove the doubts Of wild Teresa—by fancies quelling fancies! onnonio (in a slow voice, as reasoning to himself). Love! Love! and then we hate! and what? and wherefore? Hatred and Love! Fancies opposed by fancies' What, if one reptile sting another reptile ! Where is the crime? The goodly face of nature Hath one disfeaturing stain the less upon it. Are we not all predestined Transiency, And cold Dishonour? Grant it, that this hand Had given a morsel to the hungry worms Somewhat too early—Where's the crime of this? That this must needs bring on the idiotcy Of moist-eyed Penitence—'tis like a dream! WALD eZ. Wild talk, my son But thy excess of feeling-[Averting himself.