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SCENE III.
A Chamber.Guyomar and Alibech.
Guy.
And art thou mine, at last—and mine, indeed?
Is the bliss real—does it mount to certainty?
I swear it is too much, this height of happiness—
Higher than hope has ever dared to soar!
But, whence, my love, this tremor of thy limbs?
And, from thy cheek, why shrinks the backward rose
Of summer's beauty?
Alib.
Ah, I know not, sweet!—
A secret dread of some reverse at hand—
A doubt that Alibech has not been born
To be so blest!—While thus I touch, and see,
And hold, and would believe thee all my own;
Methinks some sudden arm arrests thine image,
And leaves me desolate!
Guy.
Away, my angel,
With this cold diffidence—
[Knocking at the door.
Ha, profane wretch!—
Whoe'er thou art, that dares this rude intrusion,
Thy life is forfeit!—
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O, it matters not—
Open, my lord, quick—open!
[Guyomar opens the door.—Attendants enter.
Guy.
What's the bustle?
Serv.
O, my dear lord, the Spaniard's loose again—
Unshakled and halloo'd upon the world;
Even by that traitor to his house and country,
Unnatural Odmar!
Guy.
Hark—what distant shouts,
Mingled with horrid groanings!
Serv.
From this window
You may behold where Mexico in flames,
Prevents the coming day.—All is blood and uproar,
Rapine and ravishment!
Guy.
Haste, Azim, gather my few faithful followers—
Haste, my loved Azim!
[Exit Azim.
Bring me my arms!—
[Attendants bring Helmet, Corselet, &c. and lay his Sword down while he arms himself.
This Odmar—give me, but to meet him, gods!
And from his treacherous heart I'll wring that blood
Which has undone his race!—
Alib.
Ah, Guyomar,
This is a fearful bridal!
Guy.
Chear thee, my love!
All, yet, may be recover'd.
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