_Raym._ No more!--Farewell, my much lamented king!-- I dare not trust him with himself so far, To own him to the people as their king, Before their rage has finished my designs On Bertran and the queen; but in despite, Even of himself, I'll save him. [_Aside and exit._ _Tor._ 'Tis but a moment since I have been king, And weary on't already; I'm a lover, And loved, possess,--yet all these make me wretched; And heaven has given me blessings for a curse. With what a load of vengeance am I prest, Yet, never, never, can I hope for rest; For when my heavy burden I remove, The weight falls down, and crushes her I love. [_Exit._ ACT V. SCENE I.--_A Bed-Chamber._ _Enter_ TORRISMOND. _Tor._ Love, justice, nature, pity, and revenge, Have kindled up a wildfire in my breast, And I am all a civil war within! _Enter Queen and_ TERESA, _at a distance._ My Leonora there!-- Mine! is she mine? my father's murderer mine? O! that I could, with honour, love her more, Or hate her less, with reason!--See, she weeps! Thinks me unkind, or false, and knows not why I thus estrange my person from her bed! Shall I not tell her?--no; 'twill break her heart; She'll know too soon her own and my misfortunes. [_Exit._ _Leo._ He's gone, and I am lost; did'st thou not see His sullen eyes? how gloomily they glanced? He looked not like the Torrismond I loved. _Ter._ Can you not guess from whence this change proceeds? _Leo._ No: there's the grief, Teresa: Oh, Teresa! Fain would I tell thee what I feel within, But shame and modesty have tied my tongue! Yet, I will tell, that thou may'st weep with me.-- How dear, how sweet his first embraces were! With what a zeal he joined his lips to mine! And sucked my breath at every word I spoke, As if he drew his inspiration hence: While both our souls came upward to our mouths, As neighbouring monarchs at their borders meet; I thought--Oh, no; 'tis false! I could not think; 'Twas neither life nor death, but both in one. _Ter._ Then, sure his transports were not less than yours. _Leo._ More, more! for, by the high-hung tapers' light, I could discern his cheeks were glowing red, His very eyeballs trembled with his love, And sparkled through their casements humid fires; He sighed, and kissed; breathed short, and would have spoke, But was too fierce to throw away the time; All he could say was--love and Leonora. _Ter._ How then can you suspect him lost so soon? _Leo._ Last night he flew not with a bridegroom's haste, Which eagerly prevents the appointed hour: I told the clocks, and watched the wasting light, And listened to each softly-treading step, In hope 'twas he; but still it was not he. At last he came, but with such altered looks, So wild, so ghastly, as if some ghost had met him: All pale, and speechless, he surveyed me round; Then, with a groan, he threw himself a-bed, But, far from me, as far as he could move, And sighed and tossed, and turned, but still from me.