_Amel._ That word, that blessed word, So quickly said, so easy, as 'twere magic Breaks sorrow's spell and bids her phantoms fly! That word, that word, that one, one little word. And I am blest!---- _Alfonso._ [_Yielding to his emotions, and clasping her eagerly to his bosom._] Be blest then! _Exit._ _Amel._ Now, ye stars, Which nightly grace the sky, if ye love goodness Pour dews celestial from your golden vials On yon dear gracious head!--Oh why is now My husband absent? Lend thy doves dear Venus, That I may send them where Caesario strays; And while he smoothes their silver wings, and gives them For drink the honey of his lips, I'll bid them Coo in his ear, his Amelrosa's happy! Joy, joy, my soul! Bound, my gay dancing heart! Waft me, ye winds! To bear so blest a creature Earth is not worthy! Loved by those I love, I've all my soul e'er wished, my hopes e'er fancied, My father's friendship, and Caesario's heart! Leave me but these, and, fortune I defy thee! [_Exit._ SCENE II. _The forest as before._ _Enter_ Caesario _and_ Henriquez. _Caesa._ He spurned him, Marquis, spurned him! With such scorn, Such genuine ardent hate, repaid his soothing-- Oh! by that hate I feel, the blood which fills These veins is right Orsino's! _Hen._ 'Tis reported, The king shed tears. _Caesa._ Marquis, he wept, fawned, pleaded Remorse, and sued for pardon, with such fervour, As starving souls for bread! _Hen._ Did not at this Orsino's ire melt? _Caesa._ Melt? Like yon fortress rock, (Which rears his tower-clad front above the billows, Nor heeds the winds that blow, nor rains that beat) Proof against tears, and deaf to all entreaties, Unmoved the stern one stood, and frowned his answer. Oh! fear not, friend: like me he loaths Alfonso, And, when I place revenge within his grasping, Will spring to reach it. _Hen._ 'Tis past doubt, his aid Were to our cause a tower of strength; yet still I fear, lest----Some one leaves the cave!--'Tis he! I'll wait beneath yon limes. [_Exit._ Orsino _enters from the cave_. _Caesa._ Now by my life A noble ruin! _Orsi._ I return to Burgos? For what? To show my scars and hear court ladies Rail at the wars for making men so hideous? To bear the coxcomb's sneer, the minion's fawning, And see fools sweetly smile at my good fortune, Who, when my death was signed, smiled full as sweetly? No, no, I'll none on't. [_Seeing_ Caesario.] Plagues and fiends! another! More gold and silk; more musk, fair words, and lying! Will these court flies ne'er cease to buz around me? Well, sir, what seek ye here? _Caesa._ Revenge. _Orsi._ Indeed! On whom? _Caesa._ On lawless power. Ask ye for what? A father's wrongs and mother's murder! _Orsi._ (_starting._) How! That voice--Let me look on thee well--Those lips, Those eyes--Oh Heaven! those eyes, too! I ne'er saw But one have eyes like thine, an earthly angel, And with the angels now. Fair youth, who art thou? _Caesa._ Speaks not thy heart?