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Enter Teresa with a taper.
scares me ;
[Faintly screams as Alvar emerges from
the recess. Alv. (rushes towards her, and catches her as
she is falling.) O gracious heaven! it is,
it is Teresa !
Ter. (recovering.) I heard a voice; but often in
I hear that voice! and wake and try---and try--
To hear it wakiny! but I never could---
Alv. Believe it not, sweet maid ! Believe it not,
Ha! Who art thou ? Alv. Suborned by his brotherTer.
Didst thou murder him ?
If thou didst murder him
Alvar was not murdered. Be calm! be calm, sweet maid ! Ter. Nay, nay, but tell me !
O 'tis lost again! This dull confused pain
Mysterious man! Methinks I can not fear thee: for thine eye Doth swim with love and pity-Well! OrdonioOh
my foreboding heart! And he suborned thee, And thou didst spare his life? Blessings shower
on thee, As many as the drops twice counted o'er In the fond faithful heart of his Teresa !
Alv. I can endure no more.
The Moorish sor•
Exists but in the stain upon his face.
Ter. Ha! speak on!
Beloved Teresa !
(takes her portrait from his neck, and gives
it her. Ter. (receiving the portrait.) The same---it is
the same. Ah! Who art thou ? Nay, I will call thee, Alvar! [she falls on his neck Alv.
O joy unutterable ! But hark! a sound as of removing bars At the dungeon's outer door. A brief, brief while Conceal thyself, my love! It is Ordonio. For the honour of our race, for our dear father ; O for himself too (he is still my brother) Let me recall him to his nobler nature, That he may wake as from a dream of murder ! O let me reconcile him to himself, Open the sacred source of penitent tears, And be once more his own beloved Alvar.
Ter. O my all virtuous love! I fear to leave thee With that obdurate man. Alv.
Thou dost not leave me ! But a brief while retire into the darkness : O that my joy could spread its sunshine round thee!
Ter. The sound of thy voice shall be my
music! Alvar! my Alvar! am I sure I hold thee? Is it no dream? thee in my arms, my
[Exit. [A noise at the dungeon door. It opens,
I see thy heart !
Feeling! feeling! The death of a man--
---the breaking of a bubble--'Tis true I cannot sob for such misfortunes ; But faintness, cold and hunger---curses on me If willingly I e'er inflicted them ! Come, take the beverage; this chill place demands it.
[Ordonio proffers the goblet.
Alv. Yon insect on the wall,
Ord. What meanest thou ?
There's poison in the wine.
in the wine. There's poison in't---which of us two shall drink it? For one of us must die ! Alv.
Whom dost thou think me? Ord. The accomplice and sworn friend of Isidore. Alv.
I know him not. And yet methinks, I have heard the name but lately. Means he the husband of the Moorish woman? Isidore ? Isidore ?
(restored me. Ord. Good ! good! that lie ! by heaven it has Now I am thy master! Villain! thou shalt drink it, Or die a bitterer death. Alv.
What strange solution Hast thou found out to satisfy thy fears, And drug them to unnatural sleep?
[Alvar takes the goblet, and throws it to