Scene--_The sea shore, &c._] Scene--The Sea shore on the coast of Granada, in the Seigniory of the Marquis Valdez. _Valdez_ _Teresa_ corr. in MS. III. [For _Velez_, _Maria_, _Osorio_, _Albert_, _Francesco_, read _Valdez_, _Teresa_, _Ordonio_, _Alvar_, _Isidore_ throughout, Remorse. [Before 1] SCENE II. _Enter_ Teresa _and_ Valdez. Remorse. Osorio] Ordoño] corr. in MS. II. [2] Albert's] Garcia's corr. in MS. III. [12] mine] my Remorse, 1813. [29] _him_] him Remorse. [40] Or hover round, as he at midnight oft Remorse. [50] _my_] my Remorse. Stage-direction om. Remorse. [51-2] _Erased MS. III._ [52-3] _Valdez._ A thought? even so! mere thought! an empty thought. The very week he promised his return-- Remorse. an empty thought That boasts no neighbourhood with Hope or Reason Corr. in MS. III. [54-7] _Ter._ Was it not then a busy joy? to see him, After those three years' travels! we had no fears-- The frequent tidings, the ne'er failing letter, Almost endeared his absence! yet the gladness, The tumult of our joy! What then, if now-- Marginal correction in MS. III, Remorse. [60] dreams] fancies Remorse. [61] Stage-direction om. Remorse. [62-8] Erased MS. III. [62-73] _Vald._ The sober truth is all too much for me! I see no sail which brings not to my mind The home-bound bark, in which my son was captured By the Algerine--to perish with his captors! _Ter._ Oh no! he did not! _Vald._ Captured in sight of land! From yon Hill-point, nay, from our castle watch-tower We might have seen-- _Ter._ His capture, not his death. _Vald._ Alas! how aptly thou forgett'st a tale Thou ne'er didst wish to learn! my brave Ordonio Saw both the pirate and his prize go down, In the same storm that baffled his own valour, And thus twice snatched a brother from his hopes. Marginal correction in MS. III, Remorse. [74] Stage-direction om. Remorse. [76] And most delight his spirit, go, make thou Remorse. [78] with] in Remorse. [93] my father] Lord Valdez Remorse. [96] dream] hear Remorse. [101-5] Erased MS. III. _Vald. (looking forward)._ Hush! 'tis Monviedro. _Ter._ The Inquisitor--on what new scent of blood? _Enter_ Monviedro _with_ Alhadra. _Mon._ Peace and the truth be with you! Good my Lord. My present need is with your son. We have hit the time. Here comes he! Yes, 'tis he. _Enter from the opposite side_ Don Ordonio My Lord Ordonio, this Moresco woman MS. III, Remorse. [108] Erased MS. III. [109] The] Our MS. III. [108-31]