_End of Act II._ ACT III. SCENE I.----_A chamber in the palace._ _Enter_ Ottilia _and_ Inis. _Otti._ Was it so sudden?--What, no cause assigned, And so severe a shock too?--Trust me, Inis, Thy tale alarms me. _Inis._ On the earth we found her Senseless and cold: we raised and bore her hither, Where she revived only to sigh and sorrow, Wring her fair hands, and shriek her father's name. _Otti._ 'Tis wondrous strange,--Mourning my own afflictions, This rumour reached me; straight all else forgotten, Hither by love and duty urged I sped, Nor come I trust in vain,----this phial holds Drops of most precious power.--Good Inis take it, And in your lady's drink infuse this liquid: My life upon her cure. _Inis._ Obedience best Will speak my thanks, nor doubt----Lo, where approaches My lady's ghostly father, holy Bazil. _Enter Father_ Bazil. _Bazil._ Pardon that rudely thus I break your parley, But from the king I come, to bid the Infanta Attend him here.----Good Inis lead me to her. _Inis._ Here lies our way--Again I thank you, lady; Ere night I'll use your gift. [_Exit with_ Bazil. _Otti._ And if thou dost, Go ring a funeral knel, and get thee mourning, And gather flowers to strew thy lady's grave: Thou'lt gather none so sweet as that I wither, --Hark! 'twas her voice.----How at the sound seemed ice To seize my every vein!--My victim comes! --I cannot bear her sight!--So young to die! So young, so fair, so gentle, and so good! With such an angel's life, and my soul's quiet-- Oh, God! Caesario, thou art purchased dearly. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Amelrosa, Bazil, Estella, Inis, _and attendants_. _Bazil._ No passion flushed his cheek; his voice, his manner, Though solemn were not stern; and when he named you, A tear gushed forth, ere he could turn him from me. Then droop not thus, nor doubt paternal love.-- _Amel._ Oh! 'tis that love distracts me, for his love Was love so great! 'Twas but this morn he termed me The only tie which chained him still to life! And I have broke that tie! _Bazil._ Nay, gentle princess! _Amel._ Perhaps have broke his heart too! from his lips Have dashed joy's last poor lingering drop, and shown him, His only prop was frail as all the former! Could I but think he felt like common parents, That when he found my fault, affection died, Then I were blest! then I alone should suffer, And when his hatred broke my heart, could seek Some lone sad place, and lay me down and die! Alas! alas! I know I was his darling! Know by the joy I gave him once, too well How sharp the grief must be, I cause him now! _Bazil._ That partial love which cherished thus your virtues, Will now absolve your fault.