_Albert._ Maurice! dear Maurice! That my return involved Osorio's death I trust would give me an unmingl'd pang-- 170 Yet bearable. But when I see my father Strewing his scant grey hairs even on the ground Which soon must be his grave; and my Maria, Her husband proved a monster, and her infants His infants--poor Maria!--all would perish, 175 All perish--all!--and I (nay bear with me!) Could not survive the complicated ruin! _Maurice (much affected)._ Nay, now, if I have distress'd you--you well know, I ne'er will quit your fortunes! true, 'tis tiresome. You are a painter--one of many fancies-- 180 You can call up past deeds, and make them live On the blank canvas, and each little herb, That grows on mountain bleak, or tangled forest, You've learnt to name--but _I_---- _Albert._ Well, to the Netherlands We will return, the heroic Prince of Orange 185 Will grant us an asylum, in remembrance Of our past service. _Maurice._ Heard you not some steps? _Albert._ What if it were my brother coming onward! Not very wisely (but his creature teiz'd me) I sent a most mysterious message to him. 190 _Maurice._ Would he not know you? _Albert._ I unfearingly Trust this disguise. Besides, he thinks me dead; And what the mind believes impossible, The bodily sense is slow to recognize. Add too my youth, when last we saw each other; 195 Manhood has swell'd my chest, and taught my voice A hoarser note. _Maurice._ Most true! And Alva's Duke Did not improve it by the unwholesome viands He gave so scantily in that foul dungeon, During our long imprisonment. _Enter OSORIO._ _Albert._ It is he! 200 _Maurice._ Make yourself talk; you'll feel the less. Come, speak. How do you find yourself? Speak to me, Albert. _Albert (placing his hand on his heart)._ A little fluttering here; but more of sorrow! _Osorio._ You know my name, perhaps, better than me. I am Osorio, son of the Lord Velez. 205 _Albert (groaning aloud)._ The son of Velez! [_OSORIO walks leisurely round the room, and looks attentively at the plants._ _Maurice._ Why, what ails you now? [_ALBERT grasps MAURICE'S hand in agitation._ _Maurice._ How your hand trembles, Albert! Speak! what wish you? _Albert._ To fall upon his neck and weep in anguish!