[_Note._--Warville was a character introduced into the deleted passage 360-70, the name being always altered by S. T. C. to 'Maurice'.] [376-84] om. Remorse. [384] its] their Corr. in MS. III. [386] _there_] there Remorse. [388] a pause] a while Remorse. [397] Stage-direction om. Remorse. [399] A brief while] A little while Corr. in MS. III erased. [402] God] Heaven Remorse. [404] _light_] light Remorse. [405] _hideous_] hideous Remorse. [407] while] whilst Remorse. [409] Erased MS. III. _Naomi._ Comfort her, Alla! Remorse. [414] go] onward Remorse. [421] his] the MS. III. [After 425 _All._ Away! away! [_She rushes off, all following her._ Remorse. ACT THE FIFTH SCENE THE FIRST.--_The Sea Shore._ _NAOMI and a_ Moresco. _Moresco._ This was no time for freaks of useless vengeance. _Naomi._ True! but Francesco, the Inquisitor, Thou know'st the bloodhound--'twas a strong temptation. And when they pass'd within a mile of his house, We could not curb them in. They swore by Mahomet, 5 It were a deed of treachery to their brethren To sail from Spain and leave that man alive. _Moresco._ Where is Alhadra? _Naomi._ She moved steadily on Unswerving from the path of her resolve. Yet each strange object fix'd her eye: for grief 10 Doth love to dally with fantastic shapes, And smiling, like a sickly moralist, Gives some resemblance of her own concerns To the straws of chance, and things inanimate. I seek her here; stand thou upon the watch. 15 [_Exit_ Moresco. _Naomi (looking wistfully to the distance)._ Stretch'd on the rock! It must be she--Alhadra! [_ALHADRA rises from the rock, and advances slowly, as if musing._ _Naomi._ Once more, well met! what ponder'st thou so deeply? _Alhadra._ I scarce can tell thee! For my many thoughts Troubled me, till with blank and naked mind I only listen'd to the dashing billows. 20 It seems to me, I could have closed my eyes And wak'd without a dream of what has pass'd; So well it counterfeited quietness, This wearied heart of mine! _Naomi._ 'Tis thus by nature Wisely ordain'd, that so excess of sorrow 25 Might bring its own cure with it. _Alhadra._ Would to Heaven That it had brought its last and certain cure! That ruin in the wood. _Naomi._ It is a place Of ominous fame; but 'twas the shortest road, Nor could we else have kept clear of the village. 30 Yet some among us, as they scal'd the wall, Mutter'd old rhyming prayers. _Alhadra._ On that broad wall I saw a skull; a poppy grew beside it, There was a ghastly solace in the sight!