Albert (aside). Let me be gone.

Maria. If thou didst murder him,
His spirit ever, at the throne of God,
Asks mercy for thee, prays for mercy for thee,
With tears in heaven!

Albert. Albert was not murder'd.
Your foster-mother——

Maria. And doth she know aught? [140]

Albert. She knows not aught—but haste thou to her cottage
To-morrow early—bring Lord Velez with thee.
There ye must meet me—but your servants come.

Maria (wildly). Nay—nay—but tell me! [A pause—then presses her forehead.
Ah! 'tis lost again!
This dead confused pain! [A pause—she gazes at Albert.
Mysterious man! [145]
Methinks, I cannot fear thee—for thine eye
Doth swim with pity—I will lean on thee.
[Exeunt Albert
and Maria.

Re-enter Velez and Osorio.

Velez (sportively). You shall not see the picture, till you own it.[556:1]

Osorio. This mirth and raillery, sir! beseem your age.
I am content to be more serious.[556:2] 150

[[557]]Velez. Do you think I did not scent it from the first?
An excellent scheme, and excellently managed.
'Twill blow away her doubts, and now she'll wed you,
I'faith, the likeness is most admirable.
I saw the trick—yet these old eyes grew dimmer 155
With very foolish tears, it look'd so like him!