[_The incense on the altar takes fire suddenly, and an illuminated picture of ALVAR'S assassination is discovered, and having remained a few seconds is then hidden by ascending flames._ _Ordonio (starting)._ Duped! duped! duped!--the traitor Isidore! [_At this instant the doors are forced open, MONVIEDRO and the_ Familiars of the Inquisition, Servants, _&c., enter and fill the stage._ _Monviedro._ First seize the sorcerer! suffer him not to speak! The holy judges of the Inquisition Shall hear his first words.--Look you pale, Lord Valdez? Plain evidence have we here of most foul sorcery. 140 There is a dungeon underneath this castle, And as you hope for mild interpretation, Surrender instantly the keys and charge of it. _Ordonio (recovering himself as from stupor, to Servants)._ Why haste you not? Off with him to the dungeon! [_All rush out in tumult._ LINENOTES: [16] _Alvar (aside)._ Stage-direction om. Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829. [33] stranger's] _Stranger's_ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829. [35] Doubt, but decide not! Stand from off the altar. Edition 1. [After 49] [_Music expressive of the movements and images that follow._ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829. [54] upbuild] build up Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829. [62] Stage-direction [_Here behind, &c._ om. Edition 1. [75] chaunter] Chaunters Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829. [80] quiet] yellow Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829. [95] _Ordonio (struggling with his feelings)._ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829. [122] bend] kneel Edition 1. [125] _Alvar (to Teresa anxiously)._ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829. [129] a human eye] an eye of flesh Edition 1. [134] demons] demon Edition 1. [136] _Ordonio (starting in great agitation)._ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829. [141] this] the Edition 1. SCENE II _Interior of a Chapel, with painted Windows._ _Enter TERESA._ _Teresa._ When first I entered this pure spot, forebodings Press'd heavy on my heart: but as I knelt, Such calm unwonted bliss possess'd my spirit, A trance so cloudless, that those sounds, hard by, Of trampling uproar fell upon mine ear 5 As alien and unnoticed as the rain-storm Beats on the roof of some fair banquet-room, While sweetest melodies are warbling---- _Enter VALDEZ._ _Valdez._ Ye pitying saints, forgive a father's blindness, And extricate us from this net of peril! 10 _Teresa._ Who wakes anew my fears, and speaks of peril? _Valdez._ O best Teresa, wisely wert thou prompted! This was no feat of mortal agency! That picture--Oh, that picture tells me all! With a flash of light it came, in flames it vanished, 15 Self-kindled, self-consum'd: bright as thy life, Sudden and unexpected as thy fate, Alvar! My son! My son!--The Inquisitor-- _Teresa._ Torture me not! But Alvar--Oh of Alvar?