Teresa. 'Tis strange, I tremble at my own conjectures! 115
But whatsoe'er it mean, I dare no longer
Be present at these lawless mysteries,
This dark provoking of the hidden Powers!
[[851]] Already I affront—if not high Heaven—
Yet Alvar's memory!—Hark! I make appeal [120]
Against the unholy rite, and hasten hence
To bend before a lawful shrine, and seek
That voice which whispers, when the still heart listens,
Comfort and faithful hope! Let us retire.

Alvar (to Teresa). O full of faith and guileless love, thy Spirit [125]
Still prompts thee wisely. Let the pangs of guilt
Surprise the guilty: thou art innocent!
[Exeunt Teresa and Attendant. Music as before.
The spell is mutter'd—Come, thou wandering shape,
Who own'st no master in a human eye,
Whate'er be this man's doom, fair be it, or foul, [130]
If he be dead, O come! and bring with thee
That which he grasp'd in death! But if he live,
Some token of his obscure perilous life.
[The whole Music dashes into a Chorus.

CHORUS

Wandering demons, hear the spell!
Lest a blacker charm compel— [135]

[The incense on the altar takes fire suddenly, and an illuminated picture of Alvar's assassination is discovered, and having remained a few seconds is then hidden by ascending flames.

Ordonio (starting). Duped! duped! duped!—the traitor Isidore!

[At this instant the doors are forced open, Monviedro and the Familiars of the Inquisition, Servants, &c., enter and fill the stage.

Monviedro. First seize the sorcerer! suffer him not to speak!
The holy judges of the Inquisition
Shall hear his first words.—Look you pale, Lord Valdez?
Plain evidence have we here of most foul sorcery. [140]
There is a dungeon underneath this castle,
And as you hope for mild interpretation,
Surrender instantly the keys and charge of it.

Ordonio (recovering himself as from stupor, to Servants). Why
haste you not? Off with him to the dungeon!

[All rush out in tumult.