_Alhadra._ Yon hanging woods, that touch'd by autumn seem As they were blossoming hues of fire and gold; { The hanging Act V, l. 41. { The flower-like woods, most lovely in decay, The many clouds, the sea, the rock, the sands, Lie in the silent moonshine: and the owl, (Strange! very strange!) the scritch-owl only wakes! Sole voice, sole eye of all this world of beauty! Unless, perhaps, she sing her screeching song To a herd of wolves, that skulk athirst for blood. Why such a thing am I?--Where are these men? I need the sympathy of human faces, To beat away this deep contempt for all things, Which quenches my revenge. O! would to Alla, The raven, or the sea-mew, were appointed To bring me food! or rather that my soul Could drink in life from the universal air! It were a lot divine in some small skiff Along some Ocean's boundless solitude, To float for ever with a careless course, And think myself the only being alive. [_Vide post Osorio_, Act V, ll. 39-56.] My children!--Isidore's children!--Son of Valdez, This hath new strung mine arm. Thou coward tyrant! To stupify a woman's heart with anguish, Till she forgot--even that she was a mother! [_She fixes her eye on the earth. Then drop in one after another, from different parts of the stage, a considerable number of Morescoes, all in Moorish garments and Moorish armour. They form a circle at a distance round ALHADRA, and remain silent till NAOMI enters._ Remorse. [337] the] these Remorse. [342] _spell_-blasted] spell-blasted Remorse. [345] Stage-direction om. Remorse. [348] _All_] _All Morescoes._ Remorse. [352] _One to Another_] _One Morescoe (to another)._ Remorse. [353] Murder? Not murder'd? Remorse. [After 353] [Stage-direction] _Alhadra (to Naomi, who advances from the circle)._ Remorse. [359] house] sons MS. III. Wet with the life-blood of the son of Valdez Remorse. [After 359] _Enter_ Warville. MS. III. [_A pause._ Ordonio was your chieftain's murderer Remorse. [360-70] Erased MS. III. [360-75] om. Remorse. [373-80] Erased MS. III. [375] Stage-direction _All (kneeling)._ Remorse. [After 375] _Alhadra._ This night your chieftain armed himself Remorse. [Affixed to 375] (not in S. T. C.'s handwriting) and erased: _Naomi._ Proceed, proceed, Alhadra. _Alhadra._ Yestermorning He stood before our house, startful and gloomy, And stirr'd up fierce dispute with Ferdinand, I saw him when the vehement Gripe of Conscience Had wrenched his features to a visible agony. When he was gone Ferdinand sighed out 'Villain' And spake no other word. _Warville (mournfully)._ The brother of Albert. MS. III erased.