Now that he gave it me This lady knows not. You are a mighty wizard-- Can call this dead man up--he will not come-- 290 He is in heaven then!--there you have no influence-- Still there are tokens; and your imps may bring you Something he wore about him when he died. And when the smoke of the incense on the altar Is pass'd, your spirits will have left this picture. 295 What say you now? _Albert (after a long pause)._ Osorio, I will do it. _Osorio._ Delays are dangerous. It shall be to-morrow In the early evening. Ask for the Lord Velez. I will prepare him. Music, too, and incense, All shall be ready. Here is this same picture-- 300 And here what you will value more, a purse. Before the dusk---- _Albert._ I will not fail to meet you. _Osorio._ Till next we meet, farewell! _Albert (alone, gazes passionately at the portrait)._ And I did curse thee? At midnight? on my knees? And I believed _Thee_ perjured, _thee_ polluted, thee a murderess? 305 O blind and credulous fool! O guilt of folly! Should not thy inarticulate fondnesses, Thy infant loves--should not thy maiden vows, Have come upon my heart? And this sweet image Tied round my neck with many a chaste endearment 310 And thrilling hands, that made me weep and tremble. Ah, coward dupe! to yield it to the miscreant Who spake pollutions of thee! I am unworthy of thy love, Maria! Of that unearthly smile upon those lips, 315 Which ever smil'd on me! Yet do not scorn me. I lisp'd thy name ere I had learnt my mother's! _Enter MAURICE._ _Albert._ Maurice! that picture, which I painted for thee, Of my assassination. _Maurice._ I'll go fetch it. _Albert._ Haste! for I yearn to tell thee what has pass'd. 320 [_MAURICE goes out._ _Albert (gazing at the portrait)._ Dear image! rescued from a traitor's keeping, I will not now prophane thee, holy image! To a dark trick! That worst bad man shall find A picture which shall wake the hell within him, And rouse a fiery whirlwind in his conscience! 325 END OF ACT THE SECOND. LINENOTES: [Before 1] _A wild and mountainous Country. ORDONIO and ISIDORE are discovered, supposed at a little distance from Isidore's house._ _Ord._ Here we may stop: your house distinct in view, Yet we secured from listeners. _Isid._ Now indeed My house! and it looks cheerful as the clusters Basking in sunshine on yon vine-clad rock That overbrows it! Patron! Friend! Preserver! Thrice have you sav'd my life. Remorse. [6] Had been my bed and pillow Remorse. [12] And how, my Lord, I pray you to name Remorse. [14] Stage-direction om. Remorse. [17] this world] mankind Remorse.