Teresa. Know you that stately Moor?
Alhadra. I know him not:
But doubt not he is some Moresco chieftain,
Who hides himself among the Alpujarras.
Teresa. The Alpujarras? Does he know his danger,
So near this seat?
Alhadra. He wears the Moorish robes too, [250]
As in defiance of the royal edict.
[Alhadra advances to Alvar, who has walked to the back of the stage, near the rocks. Teresa drops her veil.
Alhadra. Gallant Moresco! An inquisitor,
Monviedro, of known hatred to our race——
Alvar. You have mistaken me. I am a Christian.
Alhadra. He deems, that we are plotting to ensnare him: [255]
Speak to him, Lady—none can hear you speak,
And not believe you innocent of guile.
Teresa. If aught enforce you to concealment, Sir—
Alhadra. He trembles strangely.