| Ord. This was too melancholy, father. | |||
| Val. Nay, My Alvar lov'd sad music from a child. Once he was lost; and after weary search We found him in an open place in [of Osor.] the wood, To which spot he had followed a blind boy, Who breath'd 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 pleas'd me To mark how he had fasten'd round the pipe | |||
| A silver toy his |
| grandmother had Osor. grandam had late given him. | |
| Methinks I see him now as he then look'd— | |||
| His infant dress was grown too short for him, Osor. Even so!—He had outgrown his infant dress, | ||
| Yet still he wore it. | |||
| Alv. (aside). My tears must not flow! I must not clasp his knees, and cry, My father! | |||
Enter Teresa and attendants.
Remorse.
[These lines with the variants as noted above are included in Osorio, Act III, lines [58-74].]
After [3] stage-direction om. Remorse.
Between [3] and 4
| Ordonio. Believe you then no preternatural influence? | |||
| Believe you not that spirits throng around us? I thought you held that spirits throng'd around us? | ||
Corr. in MS. III.
Ter. Say rather that I have imagined it
A possible thing; and it has sooth'd my soul
As other fancies have; but ne'er seduced me
To traffic with the black and frenzied hope,
That the dead hear the voice of witch or wizard.