Over his rocky grave the fir-grove sighs
A lulling ceaseless dirge! 'Tis well with him.
[Strides off towards the altar, but returns as Valdez is speaking.

Teresa. The rock! the fir-grove! [To Valdez.
Did'st thou hear him say it?
Hush! I will ask him!

Valdez. Urge him not—not now! [130]
This we beheld. Nor he nor I know more,
Than what the magic imagery revealed.
The assassin, who pressed foremost of the three——

Ordonio. A tender-hearted, scrupulous, grateful villain,
Whom I will strangle!

Valdez. While his two companions—— [135]

Ordonio. Dead! dead already! what care we for the dead?

Valdez (to Teresa). Pity him! soothe him! disenchant his spirit!
[[857]] These supernatural shews, this strange disclosure,
And this too fond affection, which still broods
O'er Alvar's fate, and still burns to avenge it— 140
These, struggling with his hopeless love for you,
Distemper him, and give reality
To the creatures of his fancy.

Ordonio. Is it so?
Yes! yes! even like a child, that too abruptly
Roused by a glare of light from deepest sleep [145]
Starts up bewildered and talks idly.
Father!
What if the Moors that made my brother's grave,
Even now were digging ours? What if the bolt,
Though aim'd, I doubt not, at the son of Valdez,
Yet miss'd its true aim when it fell on Alvar? 150

Valdez. Alvar ne'er fought against the Moors,—say rather,
He was their advocate; but you had march'd
With fire and desolation through their villages.—
Yet he by chance was captured.

Ordonio. Unknown, perhaps,
Captured, yet as the son of Valdez, murdered. [155]
Leave all to me. Nay, whither, gentle lady?