Elvira A Tragedy |
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SCENE I.
RODRIGO, ALVAREZ.ALVAREZ.
You seem much mov'd.
RODRIGO.
The horrid vision still
Pursues my wounded fancy!
ALVAREZ.
Speak, my Lord,
What have you seen?
RODRIGO.
I am not prone to shape
Unreal forms, with Superstition's eye:
But thus it was. There, in that reverend pile
Where rest the bones of our departed kings,
And where in animated marble rise
Their sceptred forms around; as on my knees
I pour'd to heaven my heart in secret prayer,
At once a more than midnight-darkness spred
O'er all the solemn scene: at once was heard
A peal of groans, resounding from below!
While sudden lightnings, darted thro' the gloom,
Shew'd every sanguine statue red with blood!
Chief that of old Alphonso—you have seen him,
Elvira's grandsire.
ALVAREZ.
Yes: to crown whose virtues,
The reigning Monarch plac'd his honor'd form
Next those of our dead kings.
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The very same.
Down his stain'd armor ran the crimson drops,
And his shook image trembled on its base!
Now, if I live, I saw it.
ALVAREZ.
That good angel,
Who watches o'er our state, avert the dangers
Such omens may foreshew—The King! he gnaws
His angry lip, and storm is on his brow.
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