[Exeunt Henriquez, and Melchior; Cæsario is following when Amelrosa shrieks from within: he stops and remains motionless.]
Amel. [Within.] Oh! mercy, mercy!
Inis. [Within.] She dies!
Estel. [Within.] Nay, hold her! hold her down!
Amel. [Within.] Oh! Oh!
[Solemn requiem chanted within.]
Peace to the parted saint! Pure soul, farewell!
[The scene closes.]
Scene III.—A field of battle—alarums—thunder and lightning.
Soldiers cross the stage fighting.
Enter Orsino.
Orsi. Oh! shame, shame, shame!—Sun, thou dost well to hide thee,
Nor light Castile's disgrace.—Oh! I could tear
My flesh for rage!
Enter Ricardo.