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PESCARA.-Light brown tight pantaloons, trimmed with gold down the sides, jack

et of marone and gold, same style as lago's, trimined with bright scarlet satin

round Spanish hat, white and scarlet plumes, sword, gauntlets, and russet boots. HEMEYA.-Handsome Turkish fly of scarlet and gold, amber shirt of merino,

reaching below the knee, white merino Turkish trowsers, rasset boots, scimitar,

scarlet Turban, &c. MALEC, HALY, ABDALLAH.-Turkish flys of different colours, moderately

trimmed with silver and gold, breastplates underneath, plain white shirts, Turk

ish pantaloons, russet boots, white turbans, scimiters, &c. ALVAREZ.-Black velvet jacket and trunks, puffed with yellow satin and gold,

scarlet silk tights, russet shoes, red rosettes, gauntlets, Spanish hat, white plumas,

lace collar, sword, &c. GOMEZ.-Scarlet trunks and jacket, white puffs, lightly trimmed with gold, amber

tights, russet boots, sword, hat, and gauntlets. MOORS. Similar to Malec's, &c., but perfectly plain, INQUISITORS.-Long black gowns, Inquisitorial caps, black robes over the gowns. SOLDIERS.-Steel breastplates, helmets, legs, and arms, russet boots, brown tights. FLORINDA.-Scarlet velvet train, handsomely trimmed with gold, white satin pet

ticoat, handsomely trimmed lace veil of Spanish shape, susvended from back of head.

EXITS AND ENTRANCES. R. means Right; L. Left; R. D. Right Door; L. D. Left Door ; 8. E. Second Entrance; U, E. Upper Entrance; M. D. Middle Door.

RELATIVE POSITIONS. R., means Right; L., Left; C., Centre; R. C., Right of Centre; L. C., Left of Centre.

THE

APOSTATE.

ACT 1.

zage--Aloud

Scene I.-A Moorish Apartment in Grenada.

Enter HALY, HEMEYA, and HAMET, L.
Hem. It is in vain-you talk to me in vain.
Ham. Have
you forget that

you are last of all
The race of famous kings who ruled Grenada
Before the Spaniard conquered? In their slavery,
The Moors still hold you for their righteous prince;
And, in return for kingly reverence,
You owe them kingly care.

Hal. Once, I remember,
The wrongs our Christian tyrants heap upon us
Could fire

your
soul with

you

cried
Against the treacherous breach of every right
That Ferdinand secured; but now, when fame
Has told abroad, that Philip will blot out
The very name of Moor, and has decreed
To rob us of our faith, our nation's rites,
Our sacred usages, and all that men
Hold dearer far than life--this fatal passion
Has bound

you
like a spell

.
Ham. This Spanish woman
Has banished from your soul each pobler care,
The daughter of Alvarez ! she alone
Possesses all your being ! you can think
And speak but of Florinda—when the Moors
Weep o'er their cruel wrongs, Aben Hemeya
Amid the assembled council sits inwrapt,
And, in a lengthened sigh, breathes out, “ Florinda!"

Hem. Oh ! blame me not, it is my cruel fate !
I feel this passion, like necessity,

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Rule my o'ermastered soul. What can you say?
Is there a power in eloquence or reason
To cure the heart's deep malady ?-ha! tell me. ,
Have you e'er seen her face? have you beheld
That rare assemblage of all nature's beauties?
Ha! have you ever seen her ? where is the remedy
For passion like to mine ?

Hal. You should have found it,
If not in duty, in despair.—You know
Our Spanish tyrants spurn, as well as hate usm
Would not Alvarez deem it infamy
That e'en a Moorish prince should wed Florinda ?
When you approach his palace, ev'ry slave,
The menials of his threshold cry, in scorn,
“ Behold the Moor!” and e'en the fair Florinda
Has ne'er confessed she smiles upon your passion.
And yet you love--

Hem. And must love on forever.
Love is a fire self-fed, and dves not need
Hope to preserve its flame. Full well I know
I must despair! and yet, when I behold her
And her blue eyes are lifted-

Ham. What avails it ?
Even if she love, she never could be yours-
Is she not promised to Grenada's governor ?

Hem. Kind heaven, let not that fell Pescara clasp
Those beauties to his bosom, and profane
An angel's form in his accursed embrace !
Oh, no! it will not be—for she abhors him!
She shudders when she sees that man of blood,
Whom Philip sends to crush us. Well she feels
That he was once the Inquisition's satellite,
Till Philip plucked the cowl from off his front,
To raise him to his councils. Oh! Florinda,
Before I see thee his, may heaven's swift fire

head!
Hal. Weak and degenerate passion !
How it unmans your nature! I perceive
Malec alone can break this fatal charm.
Would that the agéd Moor, to whom your

father Upon his death bed gave you, had returned ! Too long amid the Moorish mountaineers

Fall on my

SCENE

He lingers from Grenada. Would he were here,
To wake your slumb’ring virtue !
Hem. [Going.] Fare you well!

| Crosses, R. Hal. Where wouldst thou go? 'tis midnight's silent

hour.
Nightly you wander forth. No couch now strews
Repose and sleep for you ; nor, till the mom,
Pale and aghast you come

Hem. This is my hour,
My only hour of joy. Haly, I go
To stand beside her lattice; there, sometimes,
I hear her distant voice, when up to heav'n
It goes in midnight melody. The moon
Throws sometimes, on her face, its tender beams;
And e’en when I no longer can behold her,
I see the light that from the casement shines,
And

gaze upon it, as it were the star
Of lovers, till the morning. [Shout, r.] Hark!

Hal. A sound
Of far-off tumult murmurs on mine ear,
Like ocean's chafing surge-

Ham. Behold, the sky
Doth redden in the black horizon's verge ;
A strong unnatural light streams o'er the dark,
And mocks the dawn of morn.

[Fire-bell heard.
Enter a Moor, R.
Moor. My lord, the palace of Count Alvarez
Stands inwrapt in fire!

Hem. Florinda ? speak!.
Moor. She has not yet been seen.
Hem. Oh, heavens, Florinda!

[Exerunt, R.

SCENE II.-A Street in Grenada. Enter ALVAREZ, L., -supported by two SERVANTS. Alv. Where is my child? where is my child, Florinda ? Where do you drag me ? let me go! unband me! Let me go back and die ! unnatural men, You should not force the father from the child.

1st Ser. The thought is frenzy! from the rolling smoko You scarce were ta’en alive! and here we lead you

Fall on my

To breathe the fresh’ning air ; you shall not go ;
For, should you pass the flaming gates again,
They would swallow
you forever.

(Exit, L. Alv. Oh, my daughter !

Enter a SPANIARD, L. Speak—tell me-speak!

Span. Your daughter has appeared Amid the flames at last, and at her casement Stands with her face and arms to heaven uphifted, And seems a suff'ring angel-while below The multitude in speechless horror stands. Alo. (Kneeling.) Hear, and record my oath ! he that

shall bear Florinda to my arms, shall win her hand, And be inheritor of all my treasures ; And, if I break that oath, the heaviest curse head!

(A loud shout is heard, Lv What's that I hear?

Enter a SPANIARD, L.-after a short pause. Span. My lord, a desp'rate man with furious force Bursts through the gathered thousands, scales the walls, And plunges through the flame.

Alv. Oh, heaven reward him! (Another shout, L. That sound sends life again through every vein, And my

heart bounds
(Voices without, L.) She is saved ! she is saved !

Alv. O heaven !
Lead me from hence, and let me see my child.

(Exeunt, L. SCENE III.-A Garden adjoining the Palace of Alvarez

part of which appears already consumed and blackened. Enter HEMEYA, L. U. E., bearing Florinda in his arms.

Hem. I feel thy pressure in my heart, I have thee
I clasp thee here, while all my senses rush
In the full throb of rapture ! all my being
Seems gathered in the pulse that beats to thee :
I am beloved, I am beloved !

Flor. Hemeya!
Heaven, let me thank thee, that this generous man

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