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ACT II.

SCENE I.

The Gardens of Manuel's Castle—a clouded Moon— a part of the Castle seen on one side of the Garden. Torrismond enters much agitated, after an unsuccessful search.
Tor.
Hopeless and desperate—no trace, no sound!—
The forest hath no voice—the giant trees
Stand in mute loneliness—and, when the wind
Sweeps their dark branches, 'tis like mockery
Of the long loud cries that vainly pierced their darkness.
The storm hath ceased—a deep unnatural stillness
Sits brooding on the night, like a stern soul
Jealous of its foul secret—
Break (in thy troubled beauty) forth, O Moon!
And shed thy cold light on my throbbing brow.
Thy wan and sunken gleam, that with the clouds
Holds dubious conflict, to my fancy pictures
Hope striving with Despair!—

Victoria enters.
Vic.
Who wanders there at this late hour?
Oh Torrismond, canst thou not speak of hope?
All are return'd, and all brought back despair!
'Twas desolate to hear the heavy steps
That on the echoing draw-bridge rung the knell
Of list'ning Hope, that turn'd, and met Despair.
Their footsteps had a voice, and in mine ear
Told what voice could not utter—but still thou camest not—
My last hope clung to thee—

Tor.
—All hope hath fail'd—

Vic.
Was there no sound amid the forest's darkness?
Was there no trace along the river's verge?
Oh God! had I been there, and a sad sister,
Like me, had sought in anguish for a brother,
I would have dug earth's core, scoop'd rivers' beds,
Till I could say, He's here!—

Tor.
There is no hope—

Vic.
Oh! Hope will long abide, and hardly part
When that its mansion is a sister's bosom.
There have been those who in their infant years
Were lost, and parents in their agony
Would have giv'n worlds to weep upon their graves
The tears they shed on air!—Yet such were found;
And must not he—a youth in manhood's prime?
Ten thousand thoughts, that, but an hour o'erpast,
Would have struck daggers through a soul at ease,
Seem to its mis'ry like a blessing now.
He might have wander'd in the forest's maze—
He might in some lone mansion have found shelter:
Speak not to me, unless thou think'st like me!

Tor.
I think—I dare not think—Where is thy father?

Vic.
He hath just sunk into a fearful slumber—

Tor.
Oh that such slumber, fearful as it is—
Broke by dark dreams and horrible imagery—
Would steep my senses too!—

Vic.
See where morning dawns!
And morning ever to the eyes of wretches
Smiles as it brought good tidings in its smile.

Tor.
Hope for us both, Victoria! cling to it,
For I have none.

Vic.
Dost thou speak darkly too?
Thy look is like thy father's!—Torrismond,
Terror and doubt are on me—

Tor.
Stop, Victoria!
If the free wind did dare to whisper that,
I'd tell it, in the face of Heav'n, it lied.
Art thou so wretched in thy soul, Victoria,
And canst not feel for one more wretched still?
Guilt's conscious smile might envy Misery's tear.

Vic.
Oh, Misery feels no suffering but its own,
Or I had marked thy pale brow, and the drops
That weariness wrung from it.

Tor.
'Twas not weariness—
—No matter what—my soul seems changed within me.
Is this the spot where last we met, Victoria?
Is this the light by which I last beheld thee?
Love with that beautiful light held harmony:
The very beam that shows thee sadly now
Glow'd on the paradise of meeting lovers.
We wander'd through these faint and flecker'd shades,
Like spirits in Elysium!—Was it a dream?

Vic.
Oh, talk not thus; all lighter feelings seem
A crime at this stern hour.
Despair and darkness are around us! We must part;
Like those whose parting hath no hope—hark! hark!
(Horn within.)
Perchance some tidings—hark! my father's summons,
And I have nought to bring him but—despair!

[Exit.
Tor.
(in gloomy meditation.)
Can I not follow her?—I'm innocent:
Why should I shun the old man's fixed eye?
Thou serpent thought, whose damned sting is here,
I'll rend thee forth, or with thee rend my heart.

[Exit.

SCENE II.

An Apartment in the Castle. Manuel surrounded by the Guests.
Man.
And is he come?—Why doth he linger thus?
Who are those near me?
Stand back, stand back; ye keep me from his sight.
[Recollecting himself, and falling back.
Be dumb!—I know it all—
[In a gentler tone.
My child, Victoria; mine own, only child,
Come hither to me; fear not, answer truly.
Was it not all a dream?—the horrible night—
Nay, do not mock thy old unhappy father—
In faith, I am past mocking. See these tears.

Vic.
(after a long struggle.)
I cannot speak to thee.

Man.
Thy silence speaks.
Are all the messengers return'd?

Mend.
They are.

Man.
All?

Mend.
All.

Man.
How prompt thou art to echo grief!

Vic.
Moncalde is not yet returned; perhaps—

Man.
Aye, thou say'st well, perhaps—I am a fool,
For I had hope when came the first full swiftly,
And now I hope because the last doth linger.

Mend.
All means that human agents could employ
Have been at work. The country is aroused;
The knights in armour guard the skirted forest:
Nor briery dell, nor tufted thicket there,
But by a hundred lances hath been searched.

Man.
Nay, speak not with such horrible certitude:
Give me a hope there is some spot unsearch'd,—
Some dark, unthought-of spot—it must be so!

Mend.
Doubt not our faith or courage.

Man.
Ha, ha, ha!—
Oh that you were the veriest shrinking cravens,
Rather than he were lost!—

Vic.
Gentle, my father!
Cast not such shame upon your noble friends,
Who traced, at risk of life, the forest's darkness.

Man.
Aye! did they so?—why then (but be it secret)
I have a way to find him—I have thought on't.
Come near, my Lord Mendizabel—nay, nearer.
Let none but fathers search—they must prevail—
And yet he was a father who did this.—

Vic.
Hush, hush, those dreadful sounds!—Oh, think not thus!

Mend.
Speak not so felly of your kinsman.

Man.
Lord,
I am not mad—not yet—I am not mad—
I say, I swear, i'th'sight of awful Heaven,
If my Alonzo—if indeed—I cannot—
De Zelos is his murderer!—

Vic.
Horrible! horrible!

Perez rushes in.
Per.
Moncalde is returning.

Man.
(vehemently)
I do retract—I do believe him innocent.
God grant him innocent!

(All turn to the door.)
(A long pause.)
Vic.
(very reluctantly)
He comes—like one whose footing Hope supports not.

Man.
(wildly.)
'Tis false! 'tis false! he steps right joyfully,
Like one who, to a desp'rate father's ear,
Brings tidings of his son.—Oh, welcome, welcome!
Enter Moncalde.
Thou comest with equal tread—It cannot be;
Thy message is despair.—

Monc.
Hope is in Heaven:
On earth I know of none.

Man.
Mine head reels round.
Is this Moncalde? this the last sole plank
I grasp'd in my despair, and called it Life?—
Oh, I am wrecked by th'shore!—

Vic.
(Moncalde going to speak.)
Hold!—yet, my father—

Monc.
There is a wild report—A peasant boy
Heard cries of murder in the midnight wood.—

Man.
Where is he?
Heard he the cries of murder?
Did he not hear De Zelos' name?—

Monc.
I know not.
“But see! he comes to tell.

“Enter Peasant, held by Manuel's vassals.
“Man.
Come hither—Tremble not.—What hast thou seen?

“Pea.
Where the dark forest overhangs the river,
“Just at the twilight hour—

“Man.
The very hour—

“Pea.
I heard such fearful cries—such blood-choak'd moans—

“Man.
Was it Alonzo's voice?

“Pea.
My noble lord,
“I never heard his voice.

“Man.
Oh, that thou hadst not!—
“Did he not call on me, call on his father?—
“I ask thee, was't Alonzo's cry?—

“Vic.
He knows not.

“Man.
Impossible! It had that blessed sound,
“Whose language strikes upon the human heart,
“And, ere he spoke his name, men felt they knew him.

Monc.
(looking out)
De Zelos comes.

Man.
What! hath he slain, and comes to take possession?
Off! I will see him. Will he dare to meet me?
Enter De Zelos.
Here, here I am!—Aye, look me dead! I'm old,
Feeble, and spent—I am scarce worth a murder—
But 'twas a baser blow that stabbed Alonzo.

De Zel.
(appealing to the guests of Mendizabel)
Grave lords, you hear my injuries:—this old lord,
In fierce and uncheck'd malice, loads my name
With infamy too foul to bear, were't not
Too weak for babbling childhood to believe.
Aye, even last night, when, strongly touched with pity,
I raised his sinking frame, he shrunk from mine,
As from a serpent's touch.

Man.
And so it was.

De Zel.
If this be but the impotent rage of grief,
Whose phrensy, like the scorpion's, wounds itself,
I pardon it.

Man.
Thou pardon me?

[Great agony.
Vic.
For shame! for mercy, hence;
It is not noble, manly; 'tis not human
To press upon a mourner's wretchedness.

De Zel.
'Tis true, fair dame, and wise as it is true:
De Zelos must resign his honor's care
Because a lady weeps.

Vic.
Oh, take him hence.

Man.
He shall not go.
De Zelos, I arraign thee here of murder,
In sight of Heaven, and of this land. Justiza
Mendizabel, dispenser of our laws,
I call on thy grave office for redress
And means, and leave and laws, to urge my cause
Before th'assembled council of the land.

De Zel.
Away! I fling thy false and foolish slanders
From my clear name as lightly as I shake
Thy worthless weight from my disburthened arm.

[Flinging him off.
Mend.
You have appealed to law, deluded lord!
To-morrow, in our solemn halls of justice,
Th'accuser and th'accused shall both appear.
Till then, my lord, you'll be my guest, not prisoner.

De Zel.
My noble lord, I thank your courtesy.
Oh wealth, already how thy magic works!
[aside.
'Tis Valdi's future heir he greets as guest.

Mend.
My office binds me to these irksome forms;
But, ere they are fulfilled, I first would try
If that your kinsman with such desperate fierceness
Will urge this hopeless charge.
Don Manuel, think on this unnatural conflict—
Think of the weakness of this hollow cause—
Think of your noble kinsman's spotless name!—

Man.
Think of my son!—

Vic.
Oh, yet retire, I pray you;
Scarce does his Reason hold her doubtful seat,
And one rude shock may strike her from 'tfor ever.

Mend.
We will not press upon your sorrows, lady.
My honored lord, I pray you, hence with me;
The vassals eye us with stern jealous looks,—
There may be danger here.

De Zel.
(Fiercely to Manuel.)
—We meet tomorrow!—

[Exeunt.
Man.
What! dost go—go to prepare thy cause,—
To whisper to the credulous venal judges,
And lie, and bribe, and sooth them to corruption,
As the light fanning of the vampire's wing
Lulls the protracted slumber into death?
And sit I here mid women, and mid weeping?
No, I will rouse me.
I must be prompt and eager with this adversary.
To-night I'll to Cordova—“Ho!—within!—
“Prepare my chariot—arm my vassals—haste!—
“Caparison my fleetest steeds for th'journey!—
“But let their housings all be black—look to 't!
“I will, with such a retinue, come on
“Cordova; and her guilty towers shall tremble,
“As if the Moor again were at her gates.
Armies of griefs shall troop on my sad side:
Whole hosts of banded groans, tear-wasted nights,
And pining days, that wake to curse the sun,
Yet have no hope in darkness—come with me!
Why dost thou loiter?

Vic.
Oh, my hapless father,
Brave not the stormy wild, and pitiless hour!
Scarce hath the morning gleam'd.

Man.
Away! away!
(Struggles.
The time is wearing—Forward to Cordova!

(Servants enter in tumultuous preparation.—He staggers from weakness.)
Vic.
What! on these tottering limbs! oh, stay, for mercy!

Man.
Away! I needed but Alonzo's arm—
Hasten, ye loitering slaves!
[Going out with feeble step.
By Heaven I'll smite to the dust the arm that stays me!

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

“A Cave on the Banks of the Guadalquivir; the River seen by a pale Dawn through an Arch in the Background; Almorad standing with a Torch at the Entrance; a Boat coming down the Stream.
“Alm.
They come! I hear the dashing of their oars.
“It hath that ominous sound the listener's heart
“Beats heavy time to.
“If there doth live in lifeless things a sense
“Obscure, portentous, such as, without voice,
“Tells, not unheard, its true and terrible tale
“To the soul of man within him—if this be
“Be hush'd, thou fearful spirit of the place,
“To our blind and stifled murmurs—Rocks, reply not!
“For it is done, and in your cavern tomb
“The secret sleeps for ever.

“(The Boat arrives—the Assassins debark.)
“Alm.
Have ye sped?

“1st. Ass.
(Pointing to the Boat.)
Look there, and ask not.

“2d. Ass.
Wouldst thou view it closer?

“Alm.
No, not for many worlds.

“Ass.
Thy task must now be ended; lead to the cave;
“The bark is waiting, and the morning breaks.
“Why move you not?—Here's gold for you.

“(Gives a purse.)
“Alm.
I know thy power, thou bright and glittr'ing devil!
“To plunge in death the soul of him that seeks thee:
“Reverse the spell in which thou'st bound my spirit,
“And I will worship thee.
“He will be ever with me, ever near me,
“In daylight and in darkness.—Thou grim shape,
“Am I for ever thine?

“1st. Ass.
Come, come, no more delay.

“Alm.
Shall no blest hour
“Give me to vindicate my soul from guilt,
“And stand my own avenger upon him
“Who led me into crime?

“1st. Ass.
Come, Almorad.

“(Almorad shews great reluctance and horror; at length they drag him to the Boat, which he enters with them, and it rows away.)”