Moorish Seaman. The boat is on the shore, the vessel waits.
 Your wives and children are already stow'd;
 I left them prattling of the Barbary coast,
 Of Mosks, and minarets, and golden crescents. 65
 Each had her separate dream; but all were gay,
 Dancing, in thought, to finger-beaten timbrels!

[Enter Maurice and the rest of the Morescoes dragging in Francesco.

Francesco. O spare me, spare me! only spare my life!
An Old Man. All hail, Alhadra! O that thou hadst heard him
 When first we dragg'd him forth! [Then turning to the band.
 Here! in her presence—— 70

[He advances with his sword as about to kill him. Maurice leaps in and stands with his drawn sword between Francesco and the Morescoes.

Maurice. Nay, but ye shall not!
Old Man. Shall not? Hah? Shall not?
Maurice. What, an unarm'd man?
 A man that never wore a sword? A priest?
 It is unsoldierly! I say, ye shall not!
Old Man (turning to the bands). He bears himself most like an insolent Spaniard! 75
Maurice. And ye like slaves, that have destroy'd their master,
 But know not yet what freedom means; how holy
 And just a thing it is! He's a fallen foe!
 Come, come, forgive him!
All. No, by Mahomet!
Francesco. O mercy, mercy! talk to them of mercy! 80
Old Man. Mercy to thee! No, no, by Mahomet!
Maurice. Nay, Mahomet taught mercy and forgiveness.
 I am sure he did!
Old Man. Ha! Ha! Forgiveness! Mercy!
Maurice. If he did not, he needs it for himself!

Alhadra. Blaspheming fool! the law of Mahomet 85
 Was given by him, who framed the soul of man.
 This the best proof—it fits the soul of man!
 Ambition, glory, thirst of enterprize,
 The deep and stubborn purpose of revenge,
 With all the boiling revelries of pleasure— 90
 These grow in the heart, yea, intertwine their roots
 With its minutest fibres! And that Being
 Who made us, laughs to scorn the lying faith,
 Whose puny precepts, like a wall of sand,
 Would stem the full tide of predestined Nature! 95
Naomi (who turns toward Francesco with his sword). Speak!
All (to Alhadra). Speak!
Alhadra. Is the murderer of your chieftain dead?
 Now as God liveth, who hath suffer'd him
 To make my children orphans, none shall die
 Till I have seen his blood!
 Off with him to the vessel! [A part of the Morescoes hurry him off.
Alhadra. The Tyger, that with unquench'd cruelty, 100
 Still thirsts for blood, leaps on the hunter's spear
 With prodigal courage. 'Tis not so with man.
Maurice. It is not so, remember that, my friends!
 Cowards are cruel, and the cruel cowards.
Alhadra. Scatter yourselves, take each a separate way, 105
 And move in silence to the house of Velez. [Exeunt.

Scene.—A Dungeon.

Albert (alone) rises slowly from a bed of reeds.

Albert. And this place my forefathers made for men!
 This is the process of our love and wisdom
 To each poor brother who offends against us—
 Most innocent, perhaps—and what if guilty? 110
 Is this the only cure? Merciful God!
 Each pore and natural outlet shrivell'd up
 By ignorance and parching poverty,
 His energies roll back upon his heart,
 And stagnate and corrupt till changed to poison, 115
 [587] They break out on him like a loathsome plague-spot!
 Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks—
 And this is their best cure! uncomforted
 And friendless solitude, groaning and tears,
 And savage faces at the clanking hour 120
 Seen thro' the steaming vapours of his dungeon
 By the lamp's dismal twilight! So he lies
 Circled with evil, till his very soul
 Unmoulds its essence, hopelessly deform'd
 By sights of ever more deformity! 125
 With other ministrations thou, O Nature!
 Healest thy wandering and distemper'd child:
 Thou pourest on him thy soft influences,
 Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets,
 Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters, 130
 Till he relent, and can no more endure
 To be a jarring and a dissonant thing
 Amid this general dance and minstrelsy;
 But bursting into tears wins back his way,
 His angry spirit heal'd and harmoniz'd 135
 By the benignant touch of love and beauty.

[A noise at the dungeon-door. It opens, and Osorio enters with a goblet in his hand.

Osorio. Hail, potent wizard! In my gayer mood
 I pour'd forth a libation to old Pluto;
 [589] And as I brimm'd the bowl, I thought of thee!
Albert (in a low voice). I have not summon'd up my heart to give 140
 That pang, which I must give thee, son of Velez!
Osorio (with affected levity). Thou hast conspired against my life and honour,
 Hast trick'd me foully; yet I hate thee not!
 Why should I hate thee? This same world of ours—
 It is a puddle in a storm of rain, 145
 And we the air-bladders, that course up and down,
 And joust and tilt in merry tournament,
 And when one bubble runs foul of another, [Waving his hand at Albert.
 The lesser must needs break!
Albert. I see thy heart!
 There is a frightful glitter in thine eye, 150
 [590] Which doth betray thee. Crazy-conscienc'd man,
 This is the gaiety of drunken anguish,
 Which fain would scoff away the pang of guilt,
 And quell each human feeling!
Osorio. Feeling! feeling!
 The death of a man—the breaking of a bubble. 155
 'Tis true, I cannot sob for such misfortunes!
 But faintness, cold, and hunger—curses on me
 If willingly I e'er inflicted them!
 Come, share the beverage—this chill place demands it.
 Friendship and wine! [Osorio proffers him the goblet.
Albert. Yon insect on the wall, 160
 Which moves this way and that its hundred legs,
 Were it a toy of mere mechanic craft,
 It were an infinitely curious thing!
 But it has life, Osorio! life and thought;
 And by the power of its miraculous will 165
 Wields all the complex movements of its frame
 Unerringly, to pleasurable ends!
 Saw I that insect on this goblet's brink,
 I would remove it with an eager terror.
Osorio. What meanest thou?
Albert. There's poison in the wine. 170
Osorio. Thou hast guess'd well. There's poison in the wine.
 Shall we throw dice, which of us two shall drink it?
 For one of us must die!
Albert. Whom dost thou think me?
Osorio. The accomplice and sworn friend of Ferdinand.
Albert. Ferdinand! Ferdinand! 'tis a name I know not. 175
Osorio. Good! good! that lie! by Heaven! it has restor'd me.
 [591] Now I am thy master! Villain, thou shalt drink it,
 Or die a bitterer death.
Albert. What strange solution
 Hast thou found out to satisfy thy fears,
 And drug them to unnatural sleep? [Albert takes the goblet, and with a sigh throws it on the ground.
 My master! 180
Osorio. Thou mountebank!
Albert. Mountebank and villain!
 What then art thou? For shame, put up thy sword!
 What boots a weapon in a wither'd arm?
 I fix mine eye upon thee, and thou tremblest!
 I speak—and fear and wonder crush thy rage, 185
 And turn it to a motionless distraction!
 Thou blind self-worshipper! thy pride, thy cunning,
 Thy faith in universal villainy,
 Thy shallow sophisms, thy pretended scorn
 For all thy human brethren—out upon them! 190
 What have they done for thee? Have they given thee peace?
 Cured thee of starting in thy sleep? or made
 The darkness pleasant, when thou wakest at midnight?
 Art happy when alone? can'st walk by thyself
 With even step, and quiet cheerfulness? 195
 Yet, yet thou mayst be saved.
Osorio (stupidly reiterating the word). Saved? saved?
Albert. One pang—
 Could I call up one pang of true remorse!
Osorio. He told me of the babe, that prattled to him,
 His fatherless little ones! Remorse! remorse!
 Where gott'st thou that fool's word? Curse on remorse! 200
 Can it give up the dead, or recompact
 A mangled body—mangled, dash'd to atoms!
 Not all the blessings of an host of angels
 Can blow away a desolate widow's curse;
 And tho' thou spill thy heart's blood for atonement, 205
 It will not weigh against an orphan's tear.
Albert (almost overcome by his feelings). But Albert——
Osorio. Ha! it chokes thee in the throat,
 [592]Even thee! and yet, I pray thee, speak it out.
 Still Albert! Albert! Howl it in mine ear!
 Heap it, like coals of fire, upon my heart! 210
 And shoot it hissing through my brain!
Albert. Alas—
 That day, when thou didst leap from off the rock
 Into the waves, and grasp'd thy sinking brother,
 And bore him to the strand, then, son of Velez!
 How sweet and musical the name of Albert! 215
 Then, then, Osorio! he was dear to thee,
 And thou wert dear to him. Heaven only knows
 How very dear thou wert! Why didst thou hate him?
 O Heaven! how he would fall upon thy neck,
 And weep forgiveness!
Osorio. Spirit of the dead! 220
 Methinks I know thee! Ha!—my brain turns wild
 At its own dreams—off—off, fantastic shadow!
Albert (seizing his hand). I fain would tell thee what I am, but dare not!
Osorio (retiring from him). Cheat, villain, traitor! whatsoe'er thou be
 I fear thee, man! [He starts, and stands in the attitude of listening.
 And is this too my madness? 225
Albert. It is the step of one that treads in fear
 Seeking to cheat the echo.
Osorio. It approaches—
 This nook shall hide me.

[Maria enters from a plank which slips to and fro.

Maria. I have put aside
 The customs and the terrors of a woman,
 To work out thy escape. Stranger! begone, 230
 And only tell me what thou know'st of Albert.

[Albert takes her portrait from his neck, and gives it her with unutterable tenderness.

Albert. Maria! my Maria!
Maria. Do not mock me.
 This is my face—and thou—ha! who art thou?
 Nay, I will call thee Albert!

[She falls upon his neck. Osorio leaps out from the nook with frantic wildness, and rushes towards Albert with his sword. Maria gapes at him, as one helpless with terror, then leaves Albert, and flings herself upon Osorio, arresting his arm.

Maria. Madman, stop!
Albert (with majesty and tenderness). Does then this thin disguise impenetrably 235
 Hide Albert from thee? Toil and painful wounds,
 And long imprisonment in unwholesome dungeons,
 Have marr'd perhaps all trace and lineament
 Of what I was! But chiefly, chiefly, brother!
 My anguish for thy guilt. Spotless Maria, 240
 I thought thee guilty too! Osorio, brother!
 Nay, nay, thou shalt embrace me!
Osorio (drawing back and gazing at Albert with a countenance expressive at once of awe and terror). Touch me not!
 Touch not pollution, Albert!—I will die!

[He attempts to fall on his sword. Albert and Maria struggle with him.

Albert. We will invent some tale to save your honour.
 Live, live, Osorio!
Maria. You may yet be happy. 245
Osorio (looking at Maria). O horror! Not a thousand years in heaven
 Could recompose this miserable heart,
 Or make it capable of one brief joy.
 Live! live!—why yes! 'Twere well to live with you—
 [594] For is it fit a villain should be proud? 250
 My brother! I will kneel to you, my brother! [Throws himself at Albert's feet.
 Forgive me, Albert!—Curse me with forgiveness!
Albert. Call back thy soul, my brother! and look round thee.
 Now is the time for greatness. Think that Heaven——
Maria. O mark his eye! he hears not what you say. 255
Osorio (pointing at vacancy). Yes, mark his eye! there's fascination in it.
 Thou said'st thou didst not know him. That is he!
 He comes upon me!
Albert (lifting his eye to heaven). Heal, O heal him, Heaven!
Osorio. Nearer and nearer! And I cannot stir!
 Will no one hear these stifled groans, and wake me? 260
 He would have died to save me, and I kill'd him—
 A husband and a father!
Maria. Some secret poison
 Drinks up his spirit!
Osorio (fiercely recollecting himself). Let the eternal Justice
 Prepare my punishment in the obscure world.
 I will not bear to live—to live! O agony! 265
 And be myself alone, my own sore torment!

[The doors of the dungeon are burst open with a crash. Alhadra, Maurice, and the band of Morescoes enter.

Alhadra (pointing at Osorio). Seize first that man!

[The Moors press round.

Albert (rushing in among them). Draw thy sword, Maurice, and defend my brother.

[A scuffle, during which they disarm Maurice.

Osorio. Off, ruffians! I have flung away my sword.
 Woman, my life is thine! to thee I give it. 270
 Off! he that touches me with his hand of flesh,
 I'll rend his limbs asunder! I have strength
 With this bare arm to scatter you like ashes!

Alhadra. My husband——
Osorio. Yes! I murder'd him most foully.
Albert (throws himself on the earth). O horrible!
Alhadra. Why didst thou leave his children? 275
 Demon! thou shouldst have sent thy dogs of hell
 To lap their blood. Then, then, I might have harden'd
 My soul in misery, and have had comfort.
 I would have stood far off, quiet tho' dark,
 And bade the race of men raise up a mourning 280
 For the deep horror of a desolation
 Too great to be one soul's particular lot!
 Brother of Zagri! let me lean upon thee. [Struggling to suppress her anguish.
 The time is not yet come for woman's anguish—
 I have not seen his blood. Within an hour 285
 Those little ones will crowd around and ask me,
 Where is our father? [Looks at Osorio.
 I shall curse thee then!
 Wert thou in heaven, my curse would pluck thee thence!
Maria. See—see! he doth repent. I kneel to thee.
 Be merciful! [Maria kneels to her. Alhadra regards her face wistfully.
Alhadra. Thou art young and innocent; 290
 'Twere merciful to kill thee! Yet I will not.
 And for thy sake none of this house shall perish,
 [596] Save only he.
Maria. That aged man, his father!
Alhadra (sternly). Why had he such a son?

[The Moors press on.

Maria (still kneeling, and wild with affright). Yet spare his life!
 They must not murder him!
Alhadra. And is it then 295
 An enviable lot to waste away
 With inward wounds, and like the spirit of chaos
 To wander on disquietly thro' the earth,
 Cursing all lovely things? to let him live—
 It were a deep revenge!
All the band cry out—No mercy! no mercy! 300

[Naomi advances with the sword towards Osorio.

Alhadra. Nay, bear him forth! Why should this innocent maid
 Behold the ugliness of death?
Osorio (with great majesty). O woman!
 I have stood silent like a slave[596:1] before thee,
 That I might taste the wormwood and the gall,
 And satiate this self-accusing spirit 305
 With bitterer agonies than death can give.

[The Moors gather round him in a crowd, and pass off the stage.

Alhadra. I thank thee, Heaven! thou hast ordain'd it wisely,
 That still extremes bring their own cure. That point
 In misery which makes the oppressed man
 Regardless of his own life, makes him too 310
 Lord of the oppressor's! Knew I an hundred men
 Despairing, but not palsied by despair,
 This arm should shake the kingdoms of this world;
 [597] The deep foundations of iniquity
 Should sink away, earth groaning from beneath them; 315
 The strong holds of the cruel men should fall,
 Their temples and their mountainous towers should fall;
 Till desolation seem'd a beautiful thing,
 And all that were and had the spirit of life
 Sang a new song to him who had gone forth 320
 Conquering and still to conquer!

THE END[597:1]

FOOTNOTES:

[596:1] In MS. II 'worm' has the place of 'slave', which is the word in MS. I.

[597:1] On a blank page of MS. III some one, probably Bowles, has written:—'Upon the whole a very masterly production, and with judicious contractments might be rendered an interesting Drama on the stage.'

LINENOTES:

[1-106]

om. Remorse.

[39]

The hanging] Yon pendent Corr. in MS. III.

[41]
hanging]
 
 
pendent
flowerlike Corr. in MS. III.
[45]

that] this Corr. in MS. III.

Affixed to 57] Naomi, the second in command to Isidore, enters in haste. MS. III erased.

After 61 stage-direction erased MS. III.

[62]

Moorish Seaman] Naomi Corr. in MS. III.

[100-106]

Erased MS. III.

[107]

foll.] vide ante, 'The Dungeon,' p. 185.

[121]

steaming] steam and Corr. in MS. III, Remorse.

[125]

ever more] evermore Remorse.

After 136

I am chill and weary! Yon rude bench of stone,
 In that dark angle, the sole resting-place!
 But the self-approving mind is its own light,
 And Life's best warmth still radiates from the heart
 Where love sits brooding, and an honest purpose.

Enter Teresa. [Retires out of sight.

Corr. in MS. III, Remorse.

Stage-direction affixed to 136 and 136-9 erased in MS. III: om. Remorse.

Between 136 and 137:

I am chill and weary, &c. . . . honest purpose.

Enter Teresa with a taper.

Teresa. It has chilled my very life—my own voice scares me;
 Yet when I hear it not I seem to lose
 The substance of my being—my strongest grasp
 Sends inwards but weak witness that I am.
 I seek to cheat the echo.—How the half sounds
 Blend with this strangled light! Is he not here— [Looking round.
 O for one human face here—but to see
 One human face here to sustain me.—Courage!
 It is but my own fear! The life within me,
 It sinks and wavers like this cone of flame,
 Beyond which I scarce dare look onward! Oh!
 If I faint? If this inhuman den should be
 At once my death-bed and my burial vault? [Faintly screams as Alvar emerges from the recess.
Alvar (rushes towards her, and catches her as she is falling). O gracious heaven! it is, it is Teresa!
 Shall I reveal myself? The sudden shock
 Of rapture will blow out this spark of life,
 And joy complete what terror has begun.
 O ye impetuous beatings here, be still!
 Teresa, best beloved! pale, pale, and cold!
 Her pulse doth flutter! Teresa! my Teresa!
Teresa (recovering). I heard a voice; but often in my dreams
 I hear that voice! and wake and try—and try—
 To hear it waking! but I never could—
 And 'tis so now—even so! Well! he is dead—
 Murdered perhaps! And I am faint, and feel
 As if it were no painful thing to die!
Alvar. Believe it not, sweet maid! Believe it not,
 Beloved woman! 'Twas a low imposture
 Framed by a guilty wretch.
Teresa. Ha! Who art thou?
Alvar. Suborned by his brother—
Teresa. Didst thou murder him?
 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,
 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 confused pain— [A pause.
 Mysterious man!
 Methinks I can not fear thee: for thine eye
 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!
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
 Tell all—that Alvar lives—that he is here!
 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.
Alvar. O joy unutterable!
 But hark! a sound as of removing bars
 At the dungeon's outer door. A brief, brief while
 Conceal thyself, my love! It is Ordonio.
 For the honour of our race, for our dear father;
 O for himself too (he is still my brother)
 Let me recall him to his nobler nature,
 That he may wake as from a dream of murder!
 O let me reconcile him to himself,
 Open the sacred source of penitent tears,
 And be once more his own beloved Alvar.
Teresa. O my all virtuous love! I fear to leave thee
 With that obdurate man.
Alvar. Thou dost not leave me!
 But a brief while retire into the darkness:
 O that my joy could spread its sunshine round thee!
Teresa. The sound of thy voice shall be my music!
 Alvar! my Alvar! am I sure I hold thee?
 Is it no dream? thee in my arms, my Alvar! [Exit.

[A noise at the dungeon door. It opens, and Ordonio enters, with a goblet in his hand.

Remorse.