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Once stings a woman's heart, scom will turn suprliant, And hate itself will almost learn to woo.

Flor. Not against him?

Pes. Who is it that you mean? I do not understand you?

For. His dark eye Glitters with horrid meaning—" like the glass, “ Within whose orb the voice of magic calls * The fiends from hell, within its fiery globe * The demon passions rise !" My lord, forgive me That I have dared to ask: I take my leave. Pes. (Stopping her. Nay, do not go; although I am

To tell the secrets of the Inquisition,
Yet something can I tell you.

Flor. Well, my lord ?
Pes. 'Tis but a dream.
Flor. You mock me.

Pes. Do not think it;
You are a pious and believing maid,
And long within a convent's holy cells
Communed with Heaven's pure votaries. I remember


did marvel what young virgins meant, When all their talk was love ; for on your heart It fell like moonlight on a frozen fountain. That heart has melted since ;-but you, perchance, Have still retained enough of true belief Not to despise a vision ! On my couch, Last night, I long lay sleepless; I revolved The scorns, the contumelies I have suffered But will not brook; at last, sleep closed my eyelids, And then methought I saw the am'rous Moor In all the transports of exulting passion, And I stood by, chained to a fiery pillar, Condemned to gaze forever'; while two fiends Did grin and mow upon me. Senseless I fell with rage. As thus I lay, Forth from the yawning earth a figure rose, Whose stature reached to Heaven; his robes appeared Woven out of solid fire! around his head A serpent twined his huge gigantic folds;

And on his front, in burning characters,
Was written“ vengeance !"

Flor. Vengeance ! oh, my lord,
You fright me! but I ne'er offended you ;
What crime have I committed ?

Pes. Listen to me:
He cried, “ do not despair !" and bade me follow.
Flor. Let me depart-

| Crosses, L.
Pes. I followed
He led me to a bower of Paradise,
And held a cup of joy, which, he exclaimed,
Was mingled by himself;—1 quaffed : twas nectar,
And thrilled within my heart-then, then, Florinda!-
Flor. Let me implore you

Struggling. Pes. Then, within my arms methought I pressed thee. Flor. Hold! this violence

Pes. Nay, do not talk of violence;
You seemed a willing and a tender bride,
And rushed into my bosom!

Flor. Count Pescara,
I must not hear this mockery! do not speak
Of what


should not think! this very day
Shall bind me, with an everlasting vow
To hini !-ay, him! I do not fear to tell it,
To him my heart adores. 'Tis not to me
You should unfold your horrid fancies.
Pes. Mark me! there's oft a prophecy in dreams.

(Exit, R. Flor. (Alonc.] Ha! this means something. Well I

know Pescara :
His voice doth sound like fate within
That answers back in faint and trembling echoes.
This horrid band of death, his fell commands,
The terrors of his eye, his looks of destiny,
All, all affright me! if I must be wretched,
O Heaven, don't let me know it; leave me still
The bliss of ignorance! What if Pescara,
Before Hemeya has adjured his creed,
Should treacherously seize him ?
Would that the rite were done!

[A distant symphony is hcard. What seraph music floats upon my soul ?

my soul,

Methinks it is the organ's solemn swell,
That from the church's aisles ascends to heaven.
The holy rite proceeds! sweet sounds, awake!
Awake again upon my raptured soul !

[A distant chorus sings.
The mystic light

Has dawned upon his sight:
He sees, and he believes. Rejoice, rejoice,
With one acclaiming voice!
Strike, seraphs! strike your harps, and through the sky
Swell the full tide of rapturous melody!

[The Curtain falls, while Florinda kneels.



SCENE I.-A magnificent Apartment in the House of the

Cadi of Grenada.
A number of Moors are assembled togetherthe CADI,

Cadi. Haly, the noblest of Grenada's Moors,
Within the sacred walls where we are wont
To celebrate the Prophet's holy name,
Meet at your bidding.

Hal. You are called together
By the command of Malec; he returns
From the Alpuxerras, fraught with some great tidings,
And bade me summon you.

Cadi. We need his counsel
In this our hour of sorrow; when our prince
Turns recreant from his people, it is well
Malec is left us still; for his great soul,
Firm to the prophet, lifts its stubborn height,
And, by the storms of fate, more deeply still
Is rooted in his country.

Ham. See he comes !
But with disturbéd step.

Enter MALEC, L.
Mal. He is a Christian!
Lend me thy aid, good Hamet -ha! I am old
What! do I weep!--dry-dry my tears in rage;
Do not despise me, Moors !—I am a man-
I am again a man; no more of him!
Moors, fellow countrymen-
Cadi. Speak, thou brave man! we wait the voice of

Mal. The voice of Heaven
First waked the great design. Amid the mountains
I sought those untamed Moors, whose fathers fled
To nature's fortresses, and left their sons
Their freedom and their faith!--the Prophet smiled,
And gave me power to hght within their breasts
The fire that glowed in mine Moors! if your

Are noble as the rugged mountaineers,
You will not brook to see your sacred rights
Robbed by the tyrant.-Philip's law proscribes
Our creed, our rites, our sacred usages;
Plucks off our silken garments from our limbs,
And clothes us in our slavery. If he could,
He'd blot the burning sunbeam from our faces,
And wash us into white and pallid Christians !
Would you not rather die?

Moors. We will die before it.

Mal. No, you shall live in freedom!
Know that already twenty thousand Moors
Are leagued by direst oaths ;-[Moors touch swords.) ha!

I am glad
Your hands are laid upon your cimeters;
Draw, draw them forth ; and, as they blaze aloft,
Swear that you will be free !

Moors. We swear!

Mal. Then learn, Through the Morisco towns a wide conspiracy Has long been formed to raise on high The standard of the Prophet ;-the first blow Shall be Grenada's capture !—be prepared To join your countrymen. This very night Their marshalled numbers, 'neath the auspicious moon,

Shall move upon the glorious enterprise !
And, ere the morn, the crescent shall be fixed
High on the Alhambra's towers !

Moors. We shall be free! [They brandish their cimeters.

Mal. God and the Prophet grant it !
Oh, Mahomet! look down from Paradise,-
Pity thy suffering people ; raise again
Amid the land where once our fathers ruled,
Thine empire and thy faith !-kneel, fellow Moors,
For 'tis the hour of prayer; and tow'rds the east,
As low you bend, from 'mid the sacred shrine
Arise the hymn of holy melody,
For 'tis in heaven we trust!

[The Moors kneel.
Allah! hear thy people's pray’r,
And lift thy vottries from despair !
On empire's mountain-height replace
The children of a noble race !

And set us free!
Prophet of God! restore
The conqu’ring days of yore,

And set us free! [A step is heard without.
Cadi. Suspend your holy rite ; let your hymns cease !
Behold a Spaniard with profaning step
Comes rushing tow'rds the shrine !

Mal. An infidel Presumes to break on our solemnity! Enter HEMEYA, L., in precipitation, and in Spanish gar

mentsthe Moors all rise. What do I see! ha! does he come to blast me?

Hem. I know you wonder that I dare approach This consecrated spot-but when you hear

[Moors turn away. Ha! now I feel my guilt.

Mal. Speak, noble Christian !
How are we honoured with your gracious presence ?

Hem. Oh! hear my prayer

Mal. You mean your high commands-

am a Moor, a vile ignoble slave-
You are a Christian !
These costly garments that adorn your body
Proclaim your lordly rule :- What is your pleasure ?

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