SCENE III.
The inside of a Convent, with Aisles and Gothic Arches; Part of an Altar appearing on one side; the Statue of Alphonso, in Armour, in the centre. Other Statues and Monuments also appearing. Adelaide veiled, rising from her knees before the Statue of Alphonso.
Adel. Alas! 'tis mockery to pray as I do.
Thoughts fit for heaven, should rise on seraphs' wings,
Unclogg'd with aught of earth; but mine hang here;
Beginning, ending, all in Theodore.
Why comes he not? 'Tis torture for the unbless'd,
To suffer such suspense as my heart aches with.
What can it be,—this secret, dreadful cause,
This shaft unseen, that's wing'd against our love?