_Amel._ Must observe, how calm the transit, How light the pain, how free death's cup from bitter, When virtue soothes, and hope exalts the soul, I've seen a sinner die; Last night I closed Ottilia's lids, and 'twas a night of horror! Each limb, each nerve was writhed by strange convulsions, Clenched were her teeth, her eye-balls fixed and glaring; She foamed, she raved, and her last words were curses!---- But look, Caesario!--I can die, and smile! [_Sinks into_ Estella's _arms._ _Caesa._ [_In despair._] My life!--My soul!---- _Amel._ [_In a faint voice._] But while one moment's mine, By all thy vows of love, by those I breathed, And never broke through life, never, no, never, I charge thee, I conjure thee---- [_Starting suddenly forward._] Powers of mercy, Whence this so glorious blaze? _Caesa._ How her eyes sparkle! _Amel._ Look, friends! Look, look!--My mother, my dead mother! Rich in new youth, and bright in lasting beauty! She floats in air; her limbs are clothed with light! Her angel-head is wreathed with Eden's roses! Heaven's splendours rove amid her golden locks, While her blest lips and radiant eyes pour round her Airs of delight and floods of placid glory! She moves!--She smiles!--She lifts her hand!--She beckons! World, fare thee well!--Mother, lead on!--I follow! [_Exit with_ Estella, &c. _Caesa._ [_Alone._] My brain! my brain!--Oh! I ne'er knew till now, How well I loved her!--[_Following her._] _Enter_ Henriquez. _Hen._ Turn, Caesario, turn! We're lost! Alfonso lives; e'en now his troops Assail our walls. _Caesa._ Confusion! is all hell Combined---- _Enter_ Melchior. _Mel._ Betrayed, betrayed! The gates are opened; The townsmen join our foes; I saw the king First in the fight.---- _Caesa._ The king?--My brain is burning; I'll cool it with his blood.--Forth, forth, my sword: Forth, nor be sheathed till I return thee dyed With royal gore--Away! [_Exeunt_ Henriquez, _and_ Melchior; Caesario _is following when_ Amelrosa _shrieks from within: he stops and remains motionless._] _Amel._ [_Within._] Oh! mercy, mercy! _Inis._ [_Within._] She dies! _Estel._ [_Within._] Nay, hold her! hold her down! _Amel._ [_Within._] Oh! Oh! [_Solemn requiem chanted within._] Peace to the parted saint! Pure soul, farewell! [_The scene closes._] Scene III.--_A field of battle--alarums--thunder and lightning._ _Soldiers cross the stage fighting._ _Enter_ Orsino. _Orsi._ Oh! shame, shame, shame!--Sun, thou dost well to hide thee, Nor light Castile's disgrace.--Oh! I could tear My flesh for rage! _Enter_ Ricardo. _Ricar._ All's lost!--the foe prevails! What must be done, Orsino? _Orsi._ Where's the king? _Ricar._ He fights still. _Orsi._ Seek him! save him! bid him fly, Fly with all speed: thou know'st to find his courser. Away! _Ricar._ General, thou'rt wounded! _Orsi._ 'Tis no matter. _Ricar._ Thou'lt bleed to death.----