Albert (aside). My tears must not flow—
I must not clasp his knees, and cry, my father!
Osorio. The innocent obey nor charm nor spell. [75]
My brother is in heaven. Thou sainted spirit
Burst on our sight, a passing visitant!
Once more to hear thy voice, once more to see thee,
O 'twere a joy to me.
Albert (abruptly). A joy to thee!
What if thou heard'st him now? What if his spirit 80
Re-enter'd its cold corse, and came upon thee,
With many a stab from many a murderer's poniard?
What if, his steadfast eye still beaming pity
And brother's love, he turn'd his head aside,
Lest he should look at thee, and with one look [85]
Hurl thee beyond all power of penitence?
Velez. These are unholy fancies!
Osorio (struggling with his feelings). Yes, my father!
He is in heaven!
Albert (still to Osorio). But what if this same brother
Had lived even so, that at his dying hour
The name of heaven would have convuls'd his face [90]
More than the death-pang?
Maria. Idly-prating man!
He was most virtuous.
Albert (still to Osorio). What if his very virtues
Had pamper'd his swoln heart, and made him proud?
And what if pride had duped him into guilt,
Yet still he stalk'd, a self-created God, [95]
Not very bold, but excellently cunning;
And one that at his mother's looking-glass,
Would force his features to a frowning sternness?
Young lord! I tell thee, that there are such beings,—
[[554]] Yea, and it gives fierce merriment to the damn'd, [100]
To see these most proud men, that loathe mankind,
At every stir and buz of coward conscience,
Trick, cant, and lie, most whining hypocrites!
Away! away! Now let me hear more music. [Music as before.
Albert. The spell is mutter'd—come, thou wandering shape, [105]
Who own'st no master in an eye of flesh,
Whate'er be this man's doom, fair be it or foul,
If he be dead, come quick, and bring with thee
That which he grasp'd in death; and if he lives,
Some token of his obscure perilous life. [110]
[The whole orchestra crashes into one chorus.
Wandering demon! hear the spell
Lest a blacker charm compel!