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saint ;

Has saved me! I will look on thee, Hemeya !-
My eyes will tell thee;-I am very
I cannot speak;—but I am grateful to thee.
Hem. Florinda!

my

beloved !
Oh, pardon me,
If for one moment of delirious joy,
I held thee to my heart; but here, behold,
A slave before thy feet; all that I ask
Is to gaze long upon thee, till my soul
Forgets all earthly sorrow: oh, Florinda !
What sleepless nights, what days of desperation,
Since first thy form came on my raptured sight,
And rested in

my

heart! I did not know you loved me.

Flor. I confess that I am grateful to thee.

Hem. Do not talk
Of chilling gratitude ; in the dread moment
When death hung hov'ring o'er thee, I did heat-
Oh! I did hear thee say, that death itself
Was welcome here ! was welcome in my arms.

Flor. Don't look upon me! for within thy gaze I sink into the earth.

Hem. Why would Florinda,
She who is made of gentleness and pity,
Deny that beam of dawning happiness,
That glimpse of op'ning heaven?

Flor. Because Florinda
Scarce to her shuddering heart had dared to tell,
What she has told to thee! I ne'er can wed thee,
And what a pang it is to love thee still !
Dost thou not know

my
father frowns upon

thee?
Dost thou not know I never can be thine ?
Yet, wretched that I am, I have revealed
What I must blush to think of.—But he comes,
My father comes : oh! I must dry these tears;
Within his arms forget my ev'ry grief;
And feel I am a daughter. -My dear father!

Enter ALVAREZ, L., crosses, C.
Alv. My child !

Hem. Yes, take her, clasp her to your heart, And as that heart beats with a father's transport, Moor as I am, don't blame me that I love her.

Alv. By heaven, I see thy mother in thy face!
Thou god-like man, what shall I say to thee ?
Oh ! let my tears fall on this noble hand,
And speak a burning soul!

Hem. I am rewarded.
Alo. Brave, generous man!

Hem. Nay, good my lord, you overpay
My poor desert, and grow my creditor :-
But you forget me- -I am most unworthy-
I am the Moor,

Alv. No:-I remember well;
Thou art hateful to the Christian.—Yesterday
I did command Florinda, on the pain
Of heaviest imprecation, ne'er to gaze
Upon thy face again.

Flor. Oh, my dear father,
Florinda can be wretched, if you please,
But not ungrateful, too!

Alv. Give me thy hand :you love the Moor?
Flor. My lord!
Alv. Come, you confess it ;
Your looks reveal your heart : and Count Pescara
Interpreted the silent tear aright,
When first I bade

you

wed him.
Flor. Let my grave,
Oh ! let a couch of lead, let the cold shroud,
And the earth's grass, be all my place of rest,
Ere Count Pescara, at heaven's awful shrine,
Claims from these lips the perjured oath to love
The man from whom my sinking heart recoils.

Hem. Howe'er you deal with me, let not
Florinda be wedded to that villain -

Alv. Hear me, Moor! Pescara is Grenada's

governor, And bears the sway of Philip ;-long he loved And wooed Florinda with her father's sanction. Thou art a Moorthy nation is a slave: And, though from Moorish kings thou art descended, The Christian spurns thee; yet it is to thee I give Florinda's hand. Flor. What do I hear ? Hem. Am I in heaven ?-Oh, speak, speak, Count Al

Speak it again !let me be sure of it,
For I misdoubt my senses.

Alv. She is yours!

Hem. Which of you shall I kneel to ? let me press
Your rey'rend knees within my straining arms-
I shall grow wild with rapture; men will say
The madd’ning planet smote me with its power.
Florinda, thou art mine! my wife ! my joy !-

[Crosses to c. Thou exquisite perfection !—thou fair creature ! Who now shall part us ?

As he embraces her, PESCARA enters, b.
Pes. I !-speak; Count Alvarez,
What is it I behold ?-don't look upon me
As if you never had beheld

my

face.
I am Pescara-you have not to learn
What Count Pescara is ?-who ever wronged me
That did not perish? I had come to greet you,
And, as I passed, the rascal rabble talked
Of some wild dotard vow, some graybeard's folly ;-
I seized a wretch that dared to slander you,
And dashed him to the earth for the vile falsehood.

Alv. It gratitude be crime-
Pes. What do I hear ?
Hem. What you shall hear again. [Crosses to Pescara.

Pes. Moor, not from thee;-
I would not let thee speak a Spaniard's shame.
[Crosses to Florinda.] You, madam, will inform me ; you,
Are bent upon the ground—whose yielding form
Doth seem like sculptured modesty ; nay, tell me,
For I have tidings for your ear.

Flor. My lord, I do confess, my father's will
Unites ine to the Moor.

Pes. And you obey him;
For here obedience is an easy virtue.

Flor. Yes; where my heart swells with the glowing
Of tender, thrilling gratitude !~my being
Owns in its deep recess the consciousness
That it is all his own: nay, think, my lord,

whose eyes

sense

Alv. By heaven, I see thy mother in thy face!
Thou god-like man, what shall I say to thee?
Oh! let my tears fall on this noble hand,
And speak a burning soul!

Hem. I am rewarded.
Alo. Brave, generous man !

Hem. Nay, good my lord, you overpay
My poor desert, and grow my

creditor : But you forget me-I am most unworthyI am the Moor,

Alv. No:-I remember well;
Thou art hateful to the Christian.—Yesterday
I did command Florinda, on the pain
Of heaviest imprecation, ne'er to gaze
Upon thy face again.

Flor. Oh, my dear father,
Florinda can be wretched, if you please,
But not ungrateful, too!

Alv. Give me thy hand :—you love the Moor?
Flor. My lord!
Alv. Come, you confess it;
Your looks reveal your heart: and Count Pescara
Interpreted the silent tear aright,
When first I bade you wed him.

Flor. Let my grave,
Oh! let a couch of lead, let the cold shroud,
And the earth’s grass, be all my place of rest,
Ere Count Pescara, at heaven's awful shrine,
Claims from these lips the perjured oath to love
The man from whom my sinking heart recoils.

Hem. Howe'er you deal with me, let not
Florinda be wedded to that villain ! -

Alv. Hear me, Moor! Pescara is Grenada's governor, And bears the sway of Philip ;-long he loved And wooed Florinda with her father's sanction. Thou art a Moor-thy nation is a slave: And, though from Moorish kings thou art descended, The Christian spurns thee; yet it is to thee I give Florinda's hand. Flor. What do I hear ? Hem. Am I in heaven 1-Oh, speak, speak, Count Al

Speak it again !-let me be sure of it,
For I misdoubt my senses.

Alv. She is yours !

Hem. Which of you shall I kneel to ? let me press
Your rev'rend knees within my straining arms—
I shall grow wild with rapture; men will say
The madd’ning planet smote me with its power.
Florinda, thou art mine! my wife ! my joy !-

[Crosses to c. Thou exquisite perfection !—thou fair creature ! Who now shall part us ?

As he embraces her, PESCARA enters, b.
Pes. I!-speak, Count Alvarez.
What is it I behold ?-don't look
As if you never had beheld

my face.
I am Pescara—you have not to learn
What Count Pescara is ?—who ever wronged me
That did not perish? I had come to greet you,
And, as I passed, the rascal rabble talked
Of some wild dotard vow, some graybeard's folly ;-
I seized a wretch that dared to slander you,
And dashed him to the earth for the vile falsehood.

Alv. It gratitude be crime-
Pes. What do I hear ?
Hem. What you shall hear again. (Crosses to Pescara.

Pes. Moor, not from thee ;I would not let thee speak a Spaniard's shame. [Crosses to Florinda.] You, madam, will inform me ; you,

upon me

whose eyes

Are bent upon the ground—whose yielding form
Doth seem like sculptured modesty ; nay, tell me,
For I have tidings for your ear.

Flor. My lord, I do confess, my father's will
Unites ine to the Moor.

Pes. And you obey him;
For here obedience is an easy virtue.

Flor. Yes; where my heart swells with the glowing

sense

Of tender, thrilling gratitude !my being
Owns in its deep recess the consciousness.
That it is all his own: nay, think, my lord,

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