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?

Valdez. What seek you now?

Teresa. A better, surer light
To guide me——

Both Valdez and Ordonio. Whither?