From you, my lord-but how can I serve you here? you. Ord. In blunt terms, you can play the sorcerer. Shivers, and can not keep the tears in her eye: Ord. Beyond suspicion. Fondly caressing him, her favour'd lover, (By some base spell he had bewitched her senses) But I had traced her, stolen unnotic'd on them, And unsuspected saw and heard the whole. Isid. But now I should have cursed the man who told me You could ask aught, my lord, and I refuse— But this I cannot do. Ord. Where lies your scruple? Isid. Why-why, my lord! You know you told me that the lady loved you, ing Pish, fool! thou blund'rest through the book of guilt, Spelling thy villany. Isid. My lord-my lord, I can bear much-yes, very much from you! But there's a point where sufferance is meanness : I am no villain-never kill'd for hire My gratitude Ord. O aye-your gratitude! 'Twas a well sounding word-what have you done with it? Is Who proffers his past favors for my virtue VOL. II. 12 Ord. Virtue Isid. Tries to o'erreach me-is a very sharper, And should not speak of gratitude, my lord. I knew not 'twas your brother! Ord. And who told you? Ha! you talk'd with him! Isid. He himself told me. Ord. And those, the two Morescoes who were with you? Isid. Both fell in a night-brawl at Malaga. Ord. (in a low voice.) My brother Isid. Yes, my lord, I could not tell you! I thrust away the thought-it drove me wild. Ord. Villain! no more. I'll hear no more of it. Isid. My lord, it much imports your future safety That you should hear it. Ord. (turning off from Isidore.) Am not I a man! "Tis as it should be! tut-the deed itself Was idle, and these after-pangs still idler! Isid. We met him in the very place you mentioned. Hard by a grove of firs Ord. Enough-enough Isid. He fought us valiantly, and wounded all ; In fine, compelled a parley. He promised us I know not what—in vain! Then with a look and voice that overawed me, He said, What mean you, friends? My life is dear: I have a brother and a promised wife, Who make my life dear to me-and if I fall, That brother will roam earth and hell for vengeance. I asked his brother's name: he said—Ordonio, It was not worth his keeping. Ord. And you kill'd him? Oh, bloodhounds! may eternal wrath flame round you! He was his Maker's image undefac'd ? It seizes me-by hell I will go on! What-would'st thou stop, man? thy pale looks won't save thee! Oh cold-cold-cold! shot through with icy cold! Isid. (aside.) Were he alive he had returned ere now. The consequence the same-dead thro' his plotting! Ord. O this unutterable dying away-here This sickness of the heart! What if I went And liv'd in a hollow tomb, and fed on weeds? If good were meant, why were we made these beings? Isid. You are disturb'd, my lord! Ord. (starts) A gust of the soul! i'faith it overset me. O 'twas all folly-all! idle as laughter! Now, Isidore! I swear that thou shalt aid me. Ord. What dost thou mutter of? Isid. Some of your servants know me, I am cer[we'll mask you. Ord. tain. There's some sense in that scruple; but Isid. They'll know my gait: but stay! last night I watched A stranger near the ruin in the wood, [flowers. |