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Trembled at such idle terrors !
Cosm. (aside.) Much the same!
you mar Your good fortune. Cosm.
Now methinks Even the devil speaks discreetly. Do not touch her, since she is Neither harp, nor lute, nor rebeck.
D. Man. If you be a spirit, now With my sword l'll make the trial ; Since, although the steel should pierce you, Spirits feel no injury.
D. Ang. Woe is me! Arrest your weapon, 0! arrest your bloody arm; Pity 'twere with death to visit An unhappy woman's error :For I own that such am I. Love may be a crime, but surely Scarce so deadly as to merit Evil death for loving well. Stain not señor, then, nor darken. With my blood the silver shining Of your sword.
D. Man, Speak, then, who art thou ?
D. Ang. Ah! perforce it must be spoken, Since I cannot hope to bring, As I thought, to its conclusion This attachment, this devotion, This fidelity and truth. But we stand even now in danger (Should they hear us, should they see us) Of our lives : for I am more Than you see or can conjecture. Then 'tis needful to secure us 'Gainst the risk of interruption. Señor, you must close that entrance, And the outer door beside, That no light may be detected Should intruders come to pry Who is here.
D. Man. The light here, Cosme, Till we close the door. You see 'Tis a woman, and no goblin !
Cosm. Oh, no doubt, I always said so!
[Don MANUEL and Cosme go out to close the door. D. Ang. (alone.) From that side, then, I'm imprison'd Now, the truth, O Heavens! must out, Since by Isabel I'm left In the lurch here, and the stranger Has me fast.
Isab. (appearing at the secret door.) Hist, hist, señora ! Haste, your brother asks for you.
D. Ang. Happy chance ! the cabinet Moves again. · O love! I thank thee, Still unsolved I leave the riddle. [Exeunt through the secret door--the cabinet is again pushed
back into its place.
Re-enter Don MANUEL and Cosme with a light.
tale. --But what is this? Where is she ?
Cosm. Why, how should I know?
D. Man. Hid, perhaps, in yon recess ?
Cosm. 'Twere discourteous,
I will search
Cosm. There-and welcome!
Cosm. That I can't. But this is plain,
Cosm. There is nothing here to rummage
D. Man. 0! that contains Nothing we need dread or doubt of, Form'd of glass and all transparent ;Let us see what more remains.
Cosm. I'm but little of a seer.
D. Man. Never shall I be persuaded
Yet true it is,
D. Man. Like a shade she came before me,
And her light was magic fire,
Cosm. I do.
The third act opens in the cham- most distant idea that he is in the ber of Dona Angela.
It is night. mansion of Don Juan, and within a Isabel enters, leading in Don Manuel few feet of his own apartment—a cirin the dark, directing him to await cumstance which tends most ingenithere the arrival of his mistress : and ously to increase the confusion, when, retires, locking the door behind her. in the course of the next scene, he is Don Manuel, in a short soliloquy, re introduced in the dark into another traces the way in which he had been room, and finds himself in his own brought thither. On his return from chamber, which he had believed to be the Escurial he had found a letter from far off. After some delay, the door his secret visiter, directing him to re on the right of the room opens.
Serpair at night to St Sebastian's church- vants bring in lights. Several women yard, and to follow where two men, enter, bearing napkins and refreshwhom he would find on the spot, should ments, and courtesying to Don Manuel conduct him in a litter. He had as they pass. After them appears Doobeyed the summons, and, under their
na Angela, splendidly dressed; and escort, had been introduced into the lastly, Beatrice and Isabel. The apartment where he now stands, others retire toward the background, awaiting with intense curiosity, and Angela, advancing towards Don Mansomething of alarm, the issue of the uel, accosts himadventure. Of course he has not the
Doubtless you are weary, señor,
D. Man. No, señora;
That your beauty's sun might blind me,
Lady, when the night's withdrawn,
D. Ang. Grateful though I may remain
D. Man. Slight must such extreme appear,
D. Ang. You complain of me !
Nay, that alone
For to none
know not whom you meet,
I must ever be for thee NO. CCXCI. VOL, XLVII,
As a riddle, as a dream ;
This promising conversation is interrupted by a loud knocking at the middle door of the room, and by the voice of Don Juan, who comes to enquire whether Beatrice has yet returned to her own house. Beatrice hastily makes her escape through the door on the right : Isabel hurries Don Manuel out by the door on the right leading to the cabinet, while Don Juan enters by the middle door. He is at first surprised to find Angela in full dress; but his suspicions are allayed by her apology, that, with a woman's love for dress, she had put on her festive apparel as an amusement to divert her solitude. And after being told that Beatrice had already left the house for her own mansion, he retires, announcing his intention of paying her a visit there before she retired to rest.
The scene then changes to the apartments of Don Manuel. Isabel and Don Manuel enter in the dark, through the secret door.
Isab. Here you must remain, and make
Don Man. I shall be a statue.
Isab. Now, Heaven grant I may be able
D. Man. Heaven! how perilous his daring
[Cosme enters in the dirk.