After [276] And all his wealth perhaps come to the Church MS. III. erased.
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evening-tide] eventide Remorse.
om. Remorse.
After [296]
[A pause.
And this majestic Moor, seems he not one
Who oft and long communing with my Alvar,
Hath drunk in kindred lustre from his presence,
And guides me to him with reflected light?
What if in yon dark dungeon coward treachery
Be groping for him with envenomed poniard—
Hence womanish fears, traitors to love and duty—
I'll free him. [Exit Teresa.
Scene III
The mountains by moonlight. Alhadra alone in a Moorish dress.
| Alhadra. Yon hanging woods, that touch'd by autumn seem As they were blossoming hues of fire and gold; | ||
| The hanging Act V, l. 41. The flower-like woods, most lovely in decay, | |
| The many clouds, the sea, the rock, the sands, Lie in the silent moonshine: and the owl, (Strange! very strange!) the scritch-owl only wakes! Sole voice, sole eye of all this world of beauty! Unless, perhaps, she sing her screeching song To a herd of wolves, that skulk athirst for blood. Why such a thing am I?—Where are these men? I need the sympathy of human faces, To beat away this deep contempt for all things, Which quenches my revenge. O! would to Alla, The raven, or the sea-mew, were appointed To bring me food! or rather that my soul Could drink in life from the universal air! It were a lot divine in some small skiff Along some Ocean's boundless solitude, To float for ever with a careless course, And think myself the only being alive. [Vide post Osorio, Act V, ll. [39-56].] My children!—Isidore's children!—Son of Valdez, This hath new strung mine arm. Thou coward tyrant! To stupify a woman's heart with anguish, Till she forgot—even that she was a mother! | ||