_Ordonio._ Is it so? Yes! yes! even like a child, that too abruptly Roused by a glare of light from deepest sleep 145 Starts up bewildered and talks idly. Father! What if the Moors that made my brother's grave, Even now were digging ours? What if the bolt, Though aim'd, I doubt not, at the son of Valdez, Yet miss'd its true aim when it fell on Alvar? 150 _Valdez._ Alvar ne'er fought against the Moors,--say rather, He was their advocate; but you had march'd With fire and desolation through their villages.-- Yet he by chance was captured. _Ordonio._ Unknown, perhaps, Captured, yet as the son of Valdez, murdered. 155 Leave all to me. Nay, whither, gentle lady? _Valdez._ What seek you now? _Teresa._ A better, surer light To guide me---- _Both Valdez and Ordonio._ Whither? _Teresa._ To the only place Where life yet dwells for me, and ease of heart. These walls seem threatening to fall in upon me! 160 Detain me not! a dim power drives me hence, And that will be my guide. _Valdez._ To find a lover! Suits that a high-born maiden's modesty? O folly and shame! Tempt not my rage, Teresa! _Teresa._ Hopeless, I fear no human being's rage. 165 And am I hastening to the arms----O Heaven! I haste but to the grave of my belov'd! [_Exit, VALDEZ following after her._ _Ordonio._ This, then, is my reward! and I must love her? Scorn'd! shudder'd at! yet love her still? yes! yes! By the deep feelings of revenge and hate 170 I will still love her--woo her--win her too! [_A pause._ Isidore safe and silent, and the portrait Found on the wizard--he, belike, self-poison'd To escape the crueller flames----My soul shouts triumph! The mine is undermined! blood! blood! blood! 175 They thirst for thy blood! thy blood, Ordonio! [_A pause._ The hunt is up! and in the midnight wood With lights to dazzle and with nets they seek A timid prey: and lo! the tiger's eye Glares in the red flame of his hunter's torch! 180 To Isidore I will dispatch a message, And lure him to the cavern! aye, that cavern! He cannot fail to find it. Thither I'll lure him, Whence he shall never, never more return! [_Looks through the side window._ A rim of the sun lies yet upon the sea, 185 And now 'tis gone! All shall be done to-night. [_Exit._ FOOTNOTES: [853:1] 45-6. Compare _The Death of Wallenstein_, Act I, Sc. IV, ll. 48-9. See note by J. D. Campbell, _P. W._, 1893, p. 650.