[A thunder-clap. The incense on the altar takes fire suddenly.

Maria. This is some trick—I know, it is a trick.
[[555]] Yet my weak fancy, and these bodily creepings,
Would fain give substance to the shadow.[555:1]

Velez (advancing to the altar). Hah! 115
A picture!

Maria. O God! my picture?

Albert (gazing at Maria with wild impatient distressfulness).
Pale—pale—deadly pale!

Maria. He grasp'd it when he died. [She swoons. Albert rushes to her and supports her.

Albert. My love! my wife!
Pale—pale, and cold! My love! my wife! Maria!

[Velez is at the altar. Osorio remains near him in a state of stupor.

Osorio (rousing himself). Where am I? 'Twas a lazy chilliness. 120

Velez (takes and conceals the picture in his robe). This way, my son! She must not see this picture.
Go, call the attendants! Life will soon ebb back!