Methinks I see him now as he then look'd—

His infant dress was grown too short for him, Osor.
Even so!—He had outgrown his infant dress,
Yet still he wore it.
Alv. (aside). My tears must not flow!
I must not clasp his knees, and cry, My father!

Enter Teresa and attendants.

Remorse.

[These lines with the variants as noted above are included in Osorio, Act III, lines [58-74].]

After [3] stage-direction om. Remorse.

Between [3] and 4

Ordonio. Believe you then no preternatural influence?

Believe you not that spirits throng around us?
I thought you held that spirits throng'd around us?

Corr. in MS. III.

Ter. Say rather that I have imagined it
A possible thing; and it has sooth'd my soul
As other fancies have; but ne'er seduced me
To traffic with the black and frenzied hope,
That the dead hear the voice of witch or wizard.

Remorse.