Tied round my neck with many a chaste endearment. This farewell Pledge, which with impassion'd Vow Of that unearthly smile upon those lips, Which ever smiled on me! Yet do not scorn me- To a dark trick. That worst bad man shall find ACT III. SCENE. I.-A Hall of Armory, with an Altar at the back of the Stage. Soft Music from an instrument of Glass or Steel. VALDEZ, ORDONIO, and ALVAR in a Sorcerer's robe, are discovered. Ord. This was two melancholy, father. Nay, My Alvar loved sad music from a child. His head upon the blind boy's dog. It pleased me Alv. My tears must not flow! Ter. Lord Valdez, you have ask'd my presence here, And I submit; but (Heaven bear witness for me) My heart approves it not! 'tis mockery. Ord. Believe you then no preternatural influence? Believe you not that spirits throng around us? Ter. Say rather that I have imagined it A possible thing: and it has soothed my soul As other fancies have; but ne'er seduced me To traffic with the black and frenzied hope That the dead hear the voice of witch or wizard. (To Alvar.) Stranger, I mourn and blush to see you here On such employment! With far other thoughts I left you. Ord. (aside). Ha! he has been tampering with her! Alv. O high-soul'd maiden! and more dear to me Than suits the Stranger's name! I will uncover all concealed guilt. I swear to thee Doubt, but decide not! Stand ye from the altar. [Here a strain of music is heard from behind the scene. Alv. With no irreverent voice or uncouth charm I call up the Departed! Soul of Alvar ! Hear our soft suit, and heed my milder spell; may the Gates of Paradise, unbarr'd. So Cease thy swift toils ! since haply thou art one Who in broad circle, lovelier than the rainbow, Ye, as ye pass, toss high the desert sands, That whirling pillar, which from Earth to Heaven dance, Till from the blue swoln Corse the Soul toils out, [Here behind the scenes a voice sings the thres Soul of Alvar! Hear the mild spell, and tempt no blacker Charm! So shall the Church's cleansing rites be thune, SONG, Behind the Scenes, accompanied by the rame Instrument as before, Hear, sweet spirit, hear the spell, So shall the midnight breezes swell And at evening evermore, In a Chapel on the shore, Shall the Chanters sad and saintly, Misererc Domine ! Hark! the cadence dies away On the yellow moonlight sea: The boatmen rest their oars and say, Miserere Domine ! [A long pause. Ord. The innocent obey nor charm nor spell! My brother is in heaven. Thou sainted spirit, Burst on our sight, a passing visitant! Once more to hear thy voice, once more to see thee, O't were a joy to me! Alv. A joy to thee! What if thou heard'st him now! What if his spirit, Ord. (struggling with his feelings). Yes, my father, He is in Heaven! Alv. (still to Ordonio). But what if he had a bro ther, Who had lived even so, that at his dying hour The name of Heaven would have convulsed his face, More than the death-pang? Val. Idly prating man! Thou hast guess'd ill: Don Alvar's only brother Stands here before thee-a father's blessing on him! He is most virtuous. Alv. (still to Ordonio). What, if his very virtues Had pamper'd his swoln heart and made him proud? And what if Pride had duped him into guilt? Yet still he stalk'd a self-created God, Not very bold, but exquisitely cunning; And one that at his Mother's looking-glass Would force his features to a frowning sternness? [Music again. Ter. 'Tis strange, I tremble at my own conjectures ! But whatsoe'er it mean, I dare no longer Be present at these lawless mysteries, This dark provoking of the Hidden Powers! Yet Alvar's Memory !-Hark! I make appeal To bend before a lawful shrine, and seek That voice which whispers, when the still heart listens, Comfort and faithful Hope! Let us retire. Alv. (to Teresa anxiously). O full of faith and guileless love, thy Spirit |