Mal. Dost thou not scorn thyself? I know it all; Fame has not kept thy baseness from mine ears. What, for a wanton ! Hem. Wanton! Mal. Ay, a Spanish wanton ! Is she not one of those same melting dames, That let men's eyes blaze on unveiled charms, Hem. I permit you To rail against myself; heap on my head Mal. What should I fear? Away, slight boy! and speak not of thy father. Hem. I am guilty; I confess that I am guilty. Mal. Forbear, fond youth! my eyes are palled already. Rein in thy wanton fancy; dost thou think That I am made to hear a lover's follies? Go, tell them to the moon, and howl with dogs! Hem. We have no country! Mal. Thou hast, indeed, no country? Hem. Are we not bound to earth? the lording Spa niard Treads on our heads! we groan beneath the yoke That, shaken, gores more deeply! Resistance will but ope new founts of blood To gush in foaming torrents. Dost thou forget Mal. Art thou afraid? look at yon gloomy towers! Has thy fair union told thee to beware Of damps and rheums, caught in the dungeon's vapours? Were only made for love? Look on yon towers! But deeply curse them! There ye stand aloft, Frowning in all your black and dreary pride, Hem. By heavens ! Thy burning front, thy flaming eyes, proclaim it! Some glorious thought is lab'ring:-speak!-what mean'st thou? I feel thy spirit's mastery; my soul Fires in the glowing contact! Malec, speak! Tell me, what can we do? Mal. What can men do Who groan beneath the lash of tyranny, And feel the strength of madness? ters? Have we not cime 'Twas not in vain I sought those rugged heights. Nor vainly do I now again return; Amid the Alpuxerra's cragged cliffs, Are there not myriads of high-hearted Moors, Thy voice would be a trumpet in the mountains, Dost thou not understand me? Hem. Speak! can I free my people? can I rend Our shameful bonds asunder, and revenge? Mal. Canst thou? Hem. Do not command me not to love; Stand at its entrance-speak! is there a way? We'd hew one in the rock!-there is a way. [Crosses, L. Mal. I fear thee still. I fear thy wav'ring nature. And by thy father's sacred memory By all thy people's wrongs-by Allah's name- Enter FLORINDA, R. Flor. [Interrupting him.] Hold! what is it that I see! Hem. A wretch ! Mal. Swear! quickly swear, before a woman's art Turns thee to that a woman's self should spurn. Flor. What should he swear? Mal. Forever to renounce thee! Flor. Ay! let him, if he will; let him renounce me. I will not say that I am hardly used, Nor load him with my love! I can bear all, Except to see him perish. Mal. Swear, Hemeya, never to be a Christian! Flor. Hold, fór heaven's mercy! Hem. Bright angel, art thou come to save, or damn me? Flor. I'm come to tell the perils that surround thee. Cruel, unkind Hemeya! I perceive The power that Malec holds upon thy soul. But yesterday, e'en at the cloister's gates, You vowed you would renounce the world for me. Mal. Ay! what is worth much more than all the world, More than the crescent diadem that shines On Selim's turbaned brow! more than the heaven The prophet's eye beheld; nay, more than theeHis honour and his truth! Rightly thou hast said 'Tis I who snatch him from thee. Flor. Not from me- It is from life you snatch him! Hem. Can I do that? Flor. Do anything but perish. Let him leave me, 1 reck not of myself; but I have heard, Hemeya, be a Christian, or you perish! Hem. It is not hard to die; thou, thou alone Art all that makes life worth the keeping to me. Mal. I will not think a well-wrought tear or two Can make thee base again. Hem. [To Malec.] Within thy bosom I'll bury all my face; for, if I dare To gaze upon her charms, they will unman me. Hem. Florinda! Mal. Hold! Weigh not your country with a woman's tears. And flattered, and adored, until at last We own our nature's folly ;-then you spurn, Mal. Are you a man? are you his son Whose heart ne'er felt a throb but for his country? Hem. Look here, and pity me! behold this face, Where shines a soul so pure, so sweet a spiritCan I renounce her? tell me if I can ! Look on him, my Florinda! lift those eyes, Flor. Hemeya, Art thou so kind again, and wilt thou live? Hem. Stay near my heart, and, as I press thee thus, I shall no longer feel this agony: I never can resign thee. Mal. Worthless Moor! Why does my poniard tremble in my grasp? Flor. You shall not tear him into death. [Crosses, c. Mal. [Aside.] I cannot do it—yet, must I behold Mal. Traitor! and, if there be a name more foul, Flor. Spare him, spare him! dost thou see Is stamped upon his face? Oh, pity him! Or else Flor. I can resign Hemeya's heart, But cannot give his life; nay, tell me, Malec, You who have loved him, watched his tenderest youth, And hold him in your heart-would you consent To yield him up to burning martyrdom, And cast him in the raging furnace That persecution lights with blasts of hell? Mal. Better that he should perish— Flor. Dost thou say so? Wouldst plunge him in destruction? wouldst thou see him In all the torments of a ling'ring death, Mal. Woman, thou hast employed thy sex's cunning, To make my friend a villain; but beware, Else I will break thy spells; I will unloose The charméd threads thou wind'st around his soul. |