Whate'er betide, if aught my arm may aid, Or power protect, my word is pledged to thee: For many are thy wrongs, and thy soul noble. Once more, farewell. [_Exit ALHADRA._ Yes, to the Belgic states We will return. These robes, this stained complexion, Akin to falsehood, weigh upon my spirit. Whate'er befall us, the heroic Maurice Will grant us an asylum, in remembrance Of our past services. _Zulimez._ And all the wealth, power, influence which is yours, You let a murderer hold? _Alvar._ O faithful Zulimez! That my return involved Ordonio's death, I trust, would give me an unmingled pang, Yet bearable:--but when I see my father Strewing his scant grey hairs, e'en on the ground, Which soon must be his grave, and my Teresa-- Her husband proved a murderer, and her infants His infants--poor Teresa!--all would perish, All perish--all; and I (nay bear with me) Could not survive the complicated ruin! _Zulimez._ Nay now! 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! You can call up past deeds, and make them live On the blank canvass! and each little herb, That grows on mountain bleak, or tangled forest, You have learnt to name-- Hark! heard you not some footsteps? _Alvar._ What if it were my brother coming onwards? I sent a most mysterious message to him. _Enter ORDONIO._ _Alvar._ It is he! _Ordonio (to himself as he enters)._ If I distinguished right her gait and stature, It was the Moorish woman, Isidore's wife, That passed me as I entered. A lit taper, In the night air, doth not more naturally Attract the night flies round it, than a conjuror Draws round him the whole female neighbourhood. [_Addressing ALVAR._ You know my name, I guess, if not my person. Remorse. [For lines 31-46 of Remorse, Act II, Scene II, vide _supra_ Osorio, Act II, Scene II, lines 169-84.] Stage-direction preceding 162: _Albert and an old servant both drest as Morescoes._ Corr. in MS. III. [162-6] MS. III erased. [167-8] And all the wealth, power, influence, which is yours You let a murderer hold! _Albert._ O faithful Ali Corr. in MS. III. [184-7] _Albert._ Yes to the Netherlands We will return, these robes this stained complexion Akin to Falsehood, weigh upon my spirit What e'er befal us, the heroic Maurice Will grant us an asylum, in remembrance Of our past service. Corr. in MS. III. [200] After _Enter OSORIO._ Be quick Remove these tablets--quick conceal it-- Corr. in MS. III. [201-3] om. MS. III. Stage-directions (_groaning_, &c.) before 206, and (_Albert_, &c.) after 206 om. Remorse. [206] _Zul. (to Alvar)._ Why, &c. Remorse. [208] in anguish] forgiveness Remorse. [209-10]