Valdez. O not to-day, not now for the first time [40]
Was Alvar lost to thee—
Accurst assassins!
Disarmed, o'erpowered, despairing of defence,
At his bared breast he seem'd to grasp some relique
More dear than was his life——

Teresa. O Heavens! my portrait!
And he did grasp it in his death pang!
Off, false demon, [45]
That beat'st thy black wings close above my head![853:1]
[Ordonio enters with the keys of the dungeon in his hand.
Hush! who comes here? The wizard Moor's employer!
Moors were his murderers, you say? Saints shield us
From wicked thoughts——

[Valdez moves towards the back of the stage to meet Ordonio, and during the concluding lines of Teresa's speech appears as eagerly conversing with him.

Is Alvar dead? what then?
The nuptial rites and funeral shall be one! [50]
Here's no abiding-place for thee, Teresa.—
Away! they see me not—Thou seest me, Alvar!
To thee I bend my course.—But first one question,
One question to Ordonio.—My limbs tremble—
There I may sit unmark'd—a moment will restore me. [55]
[Retires out of sight.

[[854]]Ordonio (as he advances with Valdez). These are the dungeon keys. Monviedro knew not,
That I too had received the wizard's message,
'He that can bring the dead to life again.'
But now he is satisfied, I plann'd this scheme
To work a full conviction on the culprit, 60
And he entrusts him wholly to my keeping.

Valdez. 'Tis well, my son! But have you yet discovered
(Where is Teresa?) what those speeches meant—
Pride, and hypocrisy, and guilt, and cunning?
Then when the wizard fix'd his eye on you, [65]
And you, I know not why, look'd pale and trembled—
Why—why, what ails you now?—

Ordonio. Me? what ails me?
A pricking of the blood—It might have happen'd
At any other time.—Why scan you me?

Valdez. His speech about the corse, and stabs and murderers, [70]
Bore reference to the assassins——

Ordonio. Dup'd! dup'd! dup'd!
The traitor, Isidore! [A pause, then wildly.
I tell thee, my dear father!
I am most glad of this.

Valdez. True—sorcery
Merits its doom; and this perchance may guide us
To the discovery of the murderers. 75
I have their statures and their several faces
So present to me, that but once to meet them
Would be to recognize.