Alvar. Suborned by his brother—

Teresa. Didst thou murder him? [65]
And dost thou now repent? Poor troubled man,
I do forgive thee, and may Heaven forgive thee!

Alvar. Ordonio—he—

Teresa. If thou didst murder him—
His spirit ever at the throne of God
Asks mercy for thee: prays for mercy for thee, [70]
With tears in Heaven!

Alvar. Alvar was not murdered.
Be calm! Be calm, sweet maid!

Teresa. Nay, nay, but tell me! [A pause.
O 'tis lost again!
This dull confuséd pain— [A pause.
Mysterious man!
Methinks I can not fear thee: for thine eye [75]
Doth swim with love and pity—Well! Ordonio—
Oh my foreboding heart! And he suborned thee,
And thou didst spare his life? Blessings shower on thee,
As many as the drops twice counted o'er
In the fond faithful heart of his Teresa! [80]

Alvar. I can endure no more. The Moorish sorcerer
Exists but in the stain upon his face.
That picture—

Teresa. Ha! speak on!

Alvar. Beloved Teresa!
It told but half the truth. O let this portrait
[[874]] Tell all—that Alvar lives—that he is here! 85
Thy much deceived but ever faithful Alvar. [Takes her portrait from his neck, and gives it her.

Teresa (receiving the portrait). The same—it is the same! Ah! Who art thou?
Nay, I will call thee, Alvar! [She falls on his neck.