_Caesa._ Is't so?--Thy blood then on thy head--This paper-- ----This female fiend--the scarf too!--I must straight Appease the princess--some well-varnished tale ----Some glib excuse--Oh! hateful task! Oh, Truth! How my soul longs once more to join thy train, Tear off the mask, and show me as I am! The wretch for life immur'd; the Christian slave Of Pagan lords; or he whose bloody sweat Speeds the fleet galley o'er the sparkling waves, Bears easy toil, light chains, and pleasant bondage, Weighed with thy service, Falsehood! Still to smile On those we loath; to teach the lips a lesson Smooth, sweet, and false; to watch the tell-tale eye, Fashion each feature, sift each honest word That swells upon the tongue, and fear to find A traitor in one's self--By heaven, I know No toil, no curse, no slavery, like dissembling! [_Exit._ SCENE II. _A wild forest, with rocks, waterfalls, &c. On one side a hermitage and a rustic tomb, with various pieces of armour scattered near it, "Victoria" is engraved on it; a river is in the background._ Orsino _stands on a rock which overhangs the river_. _Orsi._ Yes thou art lovely World! That blue-robed sky; These giant rocks, their forms grotesque and awful Reflected on the calm stream's lucid mirror; These reverend oaks, through which (their rustling leaves Dancing and twinkling in the sunbeams) light Now gleams, now disappears, while yon fierce torrent, Tumbling from crag to crag with measured dash, Makes to the ear strange music: World, oh! World! Who sees thee such must needs confess thee fair! Who knows thee not must needs suppose thee good. [_With a sudden burst of indignation_] But I have tried thee, World! know all these beauties Mere shows and snares; know thee a gilded serpent, A flowery bank whose sweets smile o'er a pitfall; A splendid prison, precious tomb, fair palace, Whose golden domes allure poor wanderers in, And when they've entered, crush them! Such I know thee And, knowing, loath thy charms! Rise, rise, ye storms! Mingle ye elements! Flash lightnings, flash! Unmask this witch! blast her pernicious beauty! And show me Nature as she is, a monster! --I'll look no more! Oh! my torn heart! Victoria! My son! Oh God! My son! Lost! lost! both lost! [_Leaning against the tomb._ _Enter_ Alfonso, Inis, _and Attendants_. _Inis._ This is the hermit's cave; and see, my liege, Orsino's self. _Alfon._ [_Starting back._] No, no, that living spectre Is not my gallant friend. I seek in vain The full cheek's healthful glow, the eye of fire, The martial mein, proud gait, and limbs Herculean! Oh! is that deathlike form indeed Orsino? _Orsi._ Never to see them more! never, no never! Wife, child, joy, hope, all gone! _Alfon._ That voice! Oh! Heaven, Too well I know that voice!--How grief has changed him! I'll speak, yet dread----Retire [Inis, _&c. withdraw_.] Look up Orsino. _Orsi._ Discovered? [_Seizing a lance which rests against the cavern, and putting himself in a posture of defence_]