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Gentle as her I lost.
Alas, alas ! 'tis his infirmity. While Zorada is in this pitying and to bring out the secret from the forgiving mood, Romiero enters her Nurse—and the worthy old woman, apartment, and craves pardon on doing her best to baffle all enquibis knees. She wonders to hear him ries, happens to allude to a son of speak of “fears” and“ discoveries ;" hers who, when an infant,“ with fair and is at first alarmed lest he may Zorada played like a brother.” have found out Sebastian. But when
Rom. (looking upon her). he alludes, in unintelligible terms, to Vile wretch, thou liest ; but thou shalt the concerted elopement of Maurice
tell the truth. and Beatrice, she is utterly lost in I'll press the breath from out thy cursed amazement, and says,
body, “ Thy words are wild, I do not comprehend
Unless thou tell me where thy son is hid ! them."
Nurse. My son, my lord !
Rom. Ay, witch; I say thy son ; Thrown off his guard, he narrates the The ugliest bound the sun e'er looked story, and tells her how glad a sight upon. it was to him to find it was but- Tell me, and instantly, if thou wouldst Beatrice.
breathe Zorada is indignant, but grants Another moment. Tell me instantly." pardon, and the Nurse re-enters, Here he shakes her violently, busily arranging her basket, and then
wbile Guzman interposes, and Rolooking up, starts on seeing Romie- miero struggling with him, falls to ro. He puts his hand into the bas- the ground,
and Nurse escapes off the ket, and is puzzled and perplexed to stage. On the ground he lies, curfind it full of delicate viands- sing the Nurse's sonand, concealed beneath leaves-a picture of Zorada. The Nurse “This hateful, vulgar, shapeless creature prevaricates-and Romiero's mad. Fy-Fy!” ness comes back on him in fearful whom he believes in his insanity to force and he now knows that Zo. rada is criminal. Soon after he says
be the paramour of Zorada ! to Guzman,
“ Not please her! Every thing will " I'll tell thee more
please a woman
Who is bereft of virtue, gross, debased. When I have breath to speak.
Yea, black deformity will be to her My dame, my wife, she whom I made
A new and zestful object.” Hath secret mysteries-hath a beldame It was here intended to picture
the meanest, most abject, unnatural, Hath one concealed to whom she sends and worse than brutish, state of the O shame!
passion, and it is done; but is the Outrageous, frontless shame! the very object legitimate? Does it come picture
within the limits of tragedy, wide Which I bave gazed upon a thousand as they are in nature and in Shaktimes,
speare? Zorada enters—says a few Tears in my eyes, and blessings on my words—is accused of shameless sin lips.
and wringing her hands, disapHow little thought I once-vain, vain
pears from the presence of her infuremembrance !
riated husband. It is a thing most strange if she be ho.
But poor Zorada's visits to the nest !”
Abbey have raised suspicions of her With the assistance of his ever- virtue, even in the minds of her ready friend, Guzman, Romiero, faithful domestics. And here comes in his uttermost abasement, resolves the catastrophe :
An old Gothic Chapel : SEBASTIAN and ZORADA are discovered in earnest conversation.
Seb. And wilt thou bear these lessons in thy mind ?
Zor. I shall forget to say my daily prayers
Seb. Sweet child ! stand back and let me look upon thee.
Zor. I still remember her; the sweetest face
Seb. Be good as she was; and when I am gone,
Alas! alas !
Enter Nurse in alarm.
What is the matter?
Zor. (to SEBASTIAN). O fly! farewell !
Farewell, my dearest child !
[Embraces her, and exit.
Fear it not.
Zor. O cease! you frighten me with such fierce looks.
Rom. Provoke me not with oft-repeated words,
Apostate and accursed. Where is thy minion ?
Zor. O pity, pity! be not so enraged !
But spare my life.
ZORADA, uttering a shriek, runs to her father, and throws her veil over his face, endearouring to push him back.
Seb. What! fly and leave thee in a madman's power ? I heard his stormy voice, and could not leave thee. (Romiero turns round, and, running furiously at them, stabs Zorada in aiming at
SEBASTIAN, Guzman, who enters in alarm, followed by Maurice and Beatrice, endeavouring, in vain, to prevent him).
Guz. Hold! hold! thou wilt not strike a covered foe!
Zor. (still clinging round her father). Strike me again ; I will not quit my hold.
(Sinking to the ground, while the veil drops from the face of SEBASTIAN.)
Yes ; my father, dear Romiero !
(Endeavouring to kneel, but prevented and supported by Nurse and BEATRICE.)
Rom. I hear your voices murm’ring in mine ear
Zor. (aside to SEBASTIAN). Fly, fly, dear father, while he is so wild.
Seb. No, dearest child I let death come when it will,
(Gazing on him ; and then with a violent gesture of despair). I know thee ;-yes, I know what I have done.
Guz. Forbear such wild and frantic sorrow now,
Rom. Zorada, my Zorada ! spotless saint !
Bea. She makes a sign as if she fain would speak,
Rom. No, say that I am blasted, ruin'd, cursed, Hateful to God and man.
Re-enter MAURICE with water, which she tastes. Zor. Thou art not cursed; O no! then be more calm.
(Endeavouring to raise herself up). Look here : he is my father : think of that. Thou'rt pardon'd, Love; thou’rt pardon'd.
[Dies. Rom. She call'd me Love. Did she not call me so ? Guz. Yes, most endearingly. Rom. And she is gone, and I have murder'd her! (Throws himself on the body, and moaning piteously; then starts up in despair,
and looks furiously at Sebastian.)
(Drawing his sword fiercely upon him). Guz. (holding him back). Hold, madman, hold! thy rage is cruel, monstrous, Outraging holy nature.
Rom. (breaking from him). Off! think'st thou to restrain or bind despair
Seb. Yes, Don Romiero, we are match'd in ruin,
(They fight, each exposing himself rather than attacking his adversary.)
(They fight again, and Romero falls.) I thank thee, brave Sebastian : O forgive Harsh words that were but meant to urge contention. Thou’rt brave and noble ; so my heart still deem'd thee, Though, by hard fate, compellid to be thy foe. Come hither, Guzman : thou hast sworn no oath. Give me thy hand; preserve Sebastian's life, And lay me in the grave with my Zorada.
[The Curtain drops.
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