The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol 2 (of 2)Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
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The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol 2 (of 2)
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
English poetry -- 19th century
_Ordonio._ Tut! name it not.
A sudden seizure, father! think not of it.
As to this woman's husband, I do know him.
I know him well, and that he is a Christian.
_Monviedro._ I hope, my lord, your merely human pity 165
Doth not prevail----
_Ordonio._ 'Tis certain that he was a catholic;
What changes may have happened in three years,
I can not say; but grant me this, good father:
Myself I'll sift him: if I find him sound, 170
You'll grant me your authority and name
To liberate his house.
_Monviedro._ Your zeal, my lord,
And your late merits in this holy warfare
Would authorize an ampler trust--you have it.
_Ordonio._ I will attend you home within an hour. 175
_Valdez._ Meantime return with us and take refreshment.
_Alhadra_. Not till my husband's free! I may not do it.
I will stay here.
_Teresa (aside)._ Who is this Isidore?
_Valdez._ Daughter!
_Teresa._ With your permission, my dear lord, 180
I'll loiter yet awhile t' enjoy the sea breeze.
[_Exeunt VALDEZ, MONVIEDRO and ORDONIO._
_Alhadra._ Hah! there he goes! a bitter curse go with him,
A scathing curse!
You hate him, don't you, lady?
_Teresa._ Oh fear not me! my heart is sad for you. 185
_Alhadra._ These fell inquisitors! these sons of blood!
As I came on, his face so maddened me,
That ever and anon I clutched my dagger
And half unsheathed it----
_Teresa._ Be more calm, I pray you.
_Alhadra._ And as he walked along the narrow path 190
Close by the mountain's edge, my soul grew eager;
'Twas with hard toil I made myself remember
That his Familiars held my babes and husband.
To have leapt upon him with a tiger's plunge,
And hurl'd him down the rugged precipice, 195
O, it had been most sweet!
_Teresa._ Hush! hush for shame!
Where is your woman's heart?
_Alhadra._ O gentle lady!
You have no skill to guess my many wrongs,
Many and strange! Besides, I am a Christian,
And Christians never pardon--'tis their faith! 200
_Teresa._ Shame fall on those who so have shewn it to thee!
_Alhadra._ I know that man; 'tis well he knows not me.
Five years ago (and he was the prime agent),
Five years ago the holy brethren seized me.
_Teresa._ What might your crime be?
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