[19] Stage-direction om. Remorse. [Between 24 and 26] Why you can utter with a solemn gesture Oracular sentences of deep no-meaning Remorse. [27-8] The words in square brackets are interpolated in MS. I. They are in their place, as here, in MSS. II, III, and in Remorse. [31] on] upon Remorse. [34-5] And such do love the marvellous too well Not to believe it. We will wind up her fancy Remorse. [Between 40 and 41] _Isid._ Will that be a sure sign? _Ord._ Beyond suspicion. Fondly caressing him, her favour'd lover, (By some base spell he had bewitched her senses.) She whisper'd such dark fears of me forsooth, As made this heart pour gall into my veins, And as she coyly bound it round his neck, She made him promise silence; and now holds The secret of the existence of this portrait Known only to her lover and herself. But I had traced her, stolen unnotic'd on them, And unsuspected saw and heard the whole. Remorse. [41] _Isid._ But now, &c. Remorse. [44-7] om. Remorse. [47] _Isidore._ Why--why, my lord! Remorse. [Between 50 and 53] Return'd, yourself, and she, and the honour of both Must perish. Now though with no tenderer scruples Than those which being native to the heart, Than those, my lord, which merely being a man-- Remorse. Stage-direction before 53 om. Remorse. [55-6] These doubts, these fears, thy whine, thy stammering-- Pish, fool! thou blund'rest through the book of guilt Remorse. [After 63] _Ord._ Virtue-- Remorse. [64] _Isid._ Tries to o'erreach me, &c. Remorse. [66] Stage-direction om. Remorse. [68] And those, the two Morescoes who were with you? Remorse. [75] Am not I a man? Remorse. [81] Stage-direction om. Remorse. [84] which] that Remorse. [93] his] its Remorse. [94] That woman is dishonoured Remorse. [98] him] his Remorse. [100] last] length Remorse. [103] Stage-direction om. Remorse. [104] He was his Maker's image undefac'd Remorse. [106] Stage-direction om. Remorse. [111] Stage-direction om. Remorse. [113] Stage-direction om. Remorse. [117] _Isidore._ You are disturb'd, my lord Remorse. [After 117] _Ord. (starts)._ A gust, &c. Remorse. [121-3] Shame . . . dog om. Remorse. [Between 125 and 140.] _Isidore._ They'll know my gait: but stay! last night I watched A stranger near the ruin in the wood, Who as it seemed was gathering herbs and wild flowers. I had followed him at distance, seen him scale Its western wall, and by an easier entrance Stole after him unnoticed. There I marked, That mid the chequer work of light and shade, With curious choice he plucked no other flowers, But those on which the moonlight fell: and once I heard him muttering o'er the plant. A wizard-- Some gaunt slave prowling here for dark employment. _Ordonio._ Doubtless you question'd him?