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I called on heaven to witness
Pes. Well ?
Flor. I swore I never would be yours.
Pes. Rage, do not choke me!
Flor. I breathed a deadly oath, that in ту
tomb I would lie down forever
Pes. Do you dare ?-
(Aside.] But hold! I must dissemble.- Do not weep,
Or if you do, like dew on morning roses
Your tears must dry in the warm light of live.
[Attempts to embrace her.
Flor. Forbear, my lord! I am a wretch indeed!
But, while my sorrows cast me at your feet,
Fall'n as I am to be your suppliant,
Learn that you have not yet the right of insult.
Pes. (Aside.] Curse on her pride !--Forgive me, fair
If, through the blushing fence of modesty,
With hasty hand I dared to pluck its flowers.
Flor. Husband !
Pes. Speak! will you be mine?
Flor. Never !
Pes. Damnation ! when the bow is bent,
And to the head the winged arrow's drawn,
The string slips off-Florinda !
Flor. Well, my lord !
Pes. Will you be mine?
Flor. You fright me--you appal my every sense!
Pes. I have too long endured it. Gomez, hoa ?
Enter GOMEZ, R. 3d E.
Gom. My lord, I wait your pleasure.
Pes. [To Florinda. You shall feel
What 'tis to wake the furies in my heart-
Hva! Gomez, art thou there ? drag, drag him forth !
Begone, I'll follow thee!
Flor. Oh! monstrous! horrible!
Pes. I say, begone!
Flor. [Rushing up to Gomez. Stay! In the name of
heaven, whose priest you are,
Do not profane your office-do not stain
Your sacred robe with blood! (Exit Gomez, R.) Stay,
Go not on hell's cursed errans !
Pes. Thou shalt see him
In madd’ning agony : thou shalt behold him,
And vainly think thou couldst have saved hiin, toom.
Flor. How; save him! can I save him ? (Wildly.
Pes. Be my wife!
Flor. Your wife! oh, no, it is too horrible!
Pes. I'll hunt for life in every trembling limb,
And chase it down! The driving steel shall plunge-
Nay, do not stop your ears—for his shrill screams
Shall pierce the solid deafness of the tomb !
Flor. They're in my brain already! oh, Hemeya
Let me not hear thy cries. Let, let me fly,
And ’scape from it. On, for some depth of earth,
Where I may plunge, to hear that scream no more !
(Pescara seizes her as she attempts to fly.
Unband me, let me fly! 'tis in my heart,
My eyes, my brain-
Pes. Look there, look there! he dies ! see where he
dies! The wheel goes round-see, the red froth of blood ! His bair stands up, and drips with agony ! On thee, on thee he calls, and bids thee save him! Look there! Flor. Spare, spare him! villains, murderers ! spare
him! Hemeya ! lo, they wrench his heart away! They drink his gushing blood !-oh, God? oh, God!
(Falls into Pescara's arms
SCENE I.-Grenada stands in Moonlight at some distance,
Mosques and Palaces are seen in the perspective. Enter Malec and Haly, at the head of the MOORS, R.
The Moon appears in a crescent.
Mal. Behold Grenada, Moors!
Hal. When the sun sunk
From yon high cliffs, we scarce beheld its tow'rs
Set in the bright horizon's golden round;
Now, ere the auspicious night has passed its noon,
We stand before the city of our fathers.
Mal. Hemeya's life has winged your rapid march,
And, though the drops of labour dewed your brows,
You triumph in the toil. Behold Grenada !
There stand the towers our fathers raised to heav'n,
To be the residence of Moorish kings :
Those silver spires, those magic palaces,
The work of Arab art, the Alhambra's dome,
Are now the tenements of infidels;
And 'tis not fitting, Moors
Enter HAMET, L.
Well, faithful Hamet,
secured the sentinels ?
Ham. In sleep
We found them sunk, and from their lips have learnt,
That in Alhambra's prison lies our prince.
Mal. There then we speed to burst its pond'rous gatos,
And lead him forth to glory !_not in vain
Pescara chose that dungeon, for its walls
Hold hidden murder in their hollow womb !
Ham. They tell, besides, that through Grenada’s streets
There hath been joyance and wild revelry.
The garrison lies slumbering in debauch,
And will but wake to perish.
Mal. Let the cimeter
Be undefiled by blood of innocence.
Come on !~'tis heav'n conducts us! see, my friends,
In the pure azure, where the crescent shines,
And seems our glorious standard !-let us on;
And, as we go, let every patriot breast
Be filled with trust, to see the diadem
Shive on your prince's brow!-1 long to clasp him,
To rush into his prison, burst his chains,
And from a dungeon lead him to a throne! [Exeunt, L.
Scene II.- A Dungeon of Saracenic Architecture.
Hem. 'Tis hushed !-a deep repose succeeds the mur.
Of their loud exultation, and my dungeon
Is still again :—it imitates the grave.
They triumph o'er my fate-and have, perchance,
Reserved me for to-morrow's spectacle.
It is for this I still am left to live!
Yet, they may be deceived—for now, I deem,
The hour is almost come which Malec marked
To fall upon Grenada. Hope, thou flatterer,
I cannot trust the voice that whispers me,
She, still may be mine own! [Noise of chains.] What
sound was there? Or death or safety comes !—what heavenly form Glides like a beauteous spirit on the night? Still, still it comes upon me! Enter FLORINDA, U. E., in bridal garments, and with a
wreath of flowers on her head. It is herself! It is !—it is Florinda !
Flor. Oh ! Hemeya ! [Falls fainting in his arms. Hem. My eyes behold thee, and my arms embrace thee! I have thee here, here on this throbbing breast; The resting-place of love! droop not, sweet flower!Oh, smile upon me !--tell me-ev'ry sense Be charmed at once. Say, by what wondrous ways Thou’rt here before me : yet, I know it all; Malec victorious comes. The Moors arise They burst their bonds !—and thou art mine forever!
Flor. I prithee, do not speak! thy words disturb me. Hem Thy looks but ill belit an hour so blest.
Flor. Thou’rt saved ! 'tis all that's left of happiness I am not quite accursed.
Hcm. Accursed! Florinda ?
Flor. One moment, as I gazed upon thy face,
I felt a throb of joy within my bosom,
Such as I used to feel when I beheld thee.
The slumb’ring serpent wakes, it winds around,
And here it stings !--ah, how it stings me here !
Hem. Why, how is this? joy has no tears like these
Flor. The gate stands stretched upon its hinge--I willYes, I will look my last-[After a long pause.] Now, go
Hem. Thy worls are full of madness or despair.
Flor. Oh, question me no further, but begone !
Flem. By heav'n and earth, no power shall tear me
Till thou hast satisfied the fearful thought
That rushes on my soul !—thou’rt here alonem
Why art thou here alone ?—where, where is Malec?
Flor. Wildly Malec!
Hem. Distract me not! I saw thee turn away,
Far from Grenada's gates. Shrink not, but hear me!
This night—this very hour, the Moors decreed
To seize Grenada !
Flor. Moors! Grenada !
This very night the Moors had formed a project
Flor. Gracious heav'n
Oh, God! what have I done ? was it this night?
This cursed night of death, despair, and horror ?
Was there another way to save thee from him?
Oh, God! what have I done?
Hem. Ah! frantic thought!
It grapples at my heart !--thy sight doth blast me!
This bridal robe !-these flow'rs—they're full of adders !
Flor. And are they here-to mock my wretchedness! Off! off, I say! you should not blow for me! Did not a blight fall on you as you grew Around this cursed front? Off! off, I say! And in your place let hemlock blacken here ! And from the yawning charch-yard let them weave