And rushes on thee-I intended vengeance More desperate and sweet ;-but thou hast forced me To shed thy life too soon. [They fight. Enter FLORINDA, L. U. E., and rushes between them. Flor. Forbear! forbear! or in Florinda's blood Let fury quench her fires! Pes. Fool that I was! The sudden phrensy hurried me away- [Aloud.] A woman's bosom be thy shield-he 'scapes [Exit, L. Hem. He goes, and bears life with him; fall to ashes, Thou recreant hand, that did not pierce his heart! [Florinda stops Hemeya from going, L. Thou, too, Florinda, hast conspired against me— See what I am for thy sake! Flor. Oh, Hemeya! Speak as thou wilt, thou canst not take away Hem. Joy, Florinda ! Flor. On thee they would have cast the clodden earth- Hem. The earth was cast upon his reverend face? Hem. The populace? Flor. They would have scoffed at thee, too. Hem. Now, perhaps, From their infernal caverns they bring forth The glitt'ring engines of ingenious agony; The fires Flor. The fires were thine ;-his groans and tortures, Their engines and their racks,-all, all were thine; And I must have beheld it! Hem. Coward! slave! Thou traitor to thy people, with a lie Stuck quiv'ring in thy heart!-here, here I stand, [Falls. Flor. This is too much for any mortal creature! But, since I am doomed to more than human wo, Give me, just heaven, much more than human patience! Hemeya! dear as thou art cruel to me! I can bear all my sorrow; but to see thee Phrensied in agony-think every pang That breaks within thy heart must burst in mine. Hem. Hark thee, Florinda! I am not so vile— I'm not the very villain that you think me. Now, by my natal star in yonder heav'n, He shall not perish! Flor. Speak-what wouldst thou do? Hem. Where are you, Moors?—it is Hemeya calls! Where are you? I would kindle in your souls The brave and fierce despair that rages here,― I'll save or die with him! Flor. You shall not rush on death! Hem. The voice of heav'n cries out within my soul; A power invincible swells in my arm; Nothing can stay me now!-I'll save my friend; Hem. Ha, the cursed name That rakes up hell within me !-'tis Pescara- Hem. Show not that image Flor. When thou art gone, What will become of me! who then will hear "Oh! they will ring the marriage bell for me, 'And, mid their frantic merriment, I'll hear "The toll of death for thee." Hem. What shall I do? Malec, can I desert thee ?-and Florinda!- Hem. Thy husband! fall before the face of heaven, And bid it witness, that, whate'er befalls me Flor. Behold me, then! before the face of heavenThat heaven that does not pity me, I swear, If I must choose between Pescara's love And death's eternal bed, I will prefer Death for my horrid bridegroom. Now, then, tell me, Am I to die? for Heaven, if thou forsake me, Death only can preserve me. Hem. No! this arm, When I have done the deed, shall bear thee hence, Far from Grenada's towers. Enter HALY, L. Hal. My lord! my lord! Hem. Speak!— Hal. Malec Hem. Malec! Hal. Is condemned! Hem. Condemned? Hal. Already has the toll of death pealed out Its dreadful notice; ere the sun descend, In all the pomp of martyrdom he dies. Hem. Where are the Moors? where are my country men ? Hal. Before the Inquisition's gate they stand, And say he should not perish, if their prince Hem. Tell them he shall not perish!-from the pile Of blazing fires I'll tear him. Flor. Oh, Hemeya! [Draws his sword. I see the fate that wings thee to perdition. Flor. Throughout the world! I'll fasten to thy fate, I'll perish with thee. And see the deep descent that gapes beneath :— [Throws herself into his arms-he bears her off, L. END OF ACT III. ACT I V. SCENE I.-A Street-Bell tolls, R.-Procession of the In. quisition. MALEC, GOMEZ, HEMEYA, HAMET, and HALY, in disguise, U. E. Gom. Here pause, and give his feeble frame repose, Else, ere we gain the place of execution, His aged limbs will sink upon the earth. Mal. [Very weak.] Monks, have I reached your faggots? Gom. Scarce ten paces Divide thee from the bourne of earthly pain. If thou hast power, look forth, and hence behold The Villarambla, where ascends the pile, Upon whose burning top thou'rt doomed to die. Hal. Hold, my lord, Or you create suspicion-all bespeaks Around the pile of death. Hem. Be it thy care To lead him to the eastern gate; meanwhile Of safety, where I left her; then we mount Our Arab steeds, and speed us to the mountains. On yonder glittering scene, where all Grenada Nay, some, perhaps, bear life within their bosoms, Shall be revenged, and I shall be revenged. Gom. Perverse and hardened sinner, I intended, When here we paused, that thou shouldst give the Moors Example of repentance. Mal. Prithee, monk, Do not disturb me now; I am not worth it. Grant me one poor request— Gom. What wouldst thou ask? Mal. Tell me, where is my friend? Gom. I cannot tell thee. Mal. I thought he would not have abandoned me In my last hour. When I am dead, perhaps |