_Ferdinand._ Yes! I spurn'd it. He promis'd us I know not what--in vain! Then with a look and voice which overaw'd me, He said--What mean you, friends? My life is dear. 85 I have a brother and a promised wife Who make life dear to me, and if I fall That brother will roam earth and hell for vengeance. There was a likeness in his face to yours. I ask'd his brother's name; he said, Osorio, 90 Son of Lord Velez! I had well-nigh fainted! At length I said (if that indeed I said it, And that no spirit made my tongue his organ), That woman is now pregnant by that brother, And he the man who sent us to destroy you, 95 He drove a thrust at me in rage. I told him, He wore her portrait round his neck--he look'd As he had been made of the rock that propp'd him back; Ay, just as you look now--only less ghastly! At last recovering from his trance, he threw 100 His sword away, and bade us take his life-- It was not worth his keeping. _Osorio._ And you kill'd him? O blood-hounds! may eternal wrath flame round you! He was the image of the Deity. [_A pause._ It seizes me--by Hell! I will go on! 105 What? would'st thou stop, man? thy pale looks won't save thee! [_Then suddenly pressing his forehead._ Oh! cold, cold, cold--shot thro' with icy cold! _Ferdinand (aside)._ Were he alive, he had return'd ere now. The consequence the same, dead thro' his plotting! _Osorio._ O this unutterable dying away here, 110 This sickness of the heart! [_A pause._ What if I went And liv'd in a hollow tomb, and fed on weeds? Ay! that's the road to heaven! O fool! fool! fool! [_A pause._ What have I done but that which nature destin'd Or the blind elements stirr'd up within me? 115 If good were meant, why were we made these beings? And if not meant---- _Ferdinand._ How feel you now, my lord? [_OSORIO starts, looks at him wildly, then, after a pause, during which his features are forced into a smile._ _Osorio._ A gust of the soul! i'faith, it overset me. O 'twas all folly--all! idle as laughter! Now, Ferdinand, I swear that thou shalt aid me. 120 _Ferdinand (in a low voice)._ I'll perish first! Shame on my coward heart, That I must slink away from wickedness Like a cow'd dog! _Osorio._ What dost thou mutter of? _Ferdinand._ Some of your servants know me, I am certain. _Osorio._ There's some sense in that scruple; but we'll mask you. 125