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The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 84

Re-enter Don Jose, Marchioness, and Marquis

Re-enter Don Jose, Marchioness, and Marquis.

Don J

The Countess de Bazan.
page 17

Don C

Ecstasy. 'Tis ber hand.

Marq

Eh ! My wife, Countess de Bezan. And that the man whom they shot this very morning. I'm petrified; I'll alarm all the—

Don J

Silence; remember the appointment.

Marq

I can scarcely restrain my rage.

Don C

Don't be indignant on my account, good marquis.

Marq

If you don't admire her yourself, don't attempt to dishearten others.

Don J

Then you renounce a bride who has married you for your name alone ?

Don C

Can you ask it ?

Don J

Don't be too hasty; be advised by a friend. Your wife is rich I Sign a contract to relinquish her, and quit Madrid for ever. I'll insure you an annual remittance of five thousand piastres.

Don C

Pen, ink, and paper; 'tis done.

Don J

They are here; write.

Don C

You have only to dictate.

Don J

Write, I, Don Cæsar, Count de Garofa, consent to quit the Countess, my wife, and Madrid, for ever, on payment of—

(Maritana sings in the saloon. Don Cæsar pauses to listen.)

Don C

Eh' What's that ?

Don J

Write; write.

Maritana sings within.
I hear it again; 'tis the harp in the air;
It hangs on the walls of the old Moorish halls :
Tho' none know its minstrel or how it came there,
Listen ! 'Tis the harp in the air.
It telleth of tales that are faded and gone;
It telleth of the brave, of the lovely and fair; —
Of a warrior's grave, and a maiden's despair.
List, pilgrim, list 'tis the harp in the air.

Don C

That voice, that voice,
'Tis her's, I swear
With whom I at the altar knelt.

Don J

Cæsar, Cæsar,

Beware, Beware,
Ere all thy danger yet be felt.

Don C

I'll seek my wife

Don J

'Twill cost thy life.

Enter Officers and Soldiers.

Don J

Lo, a criminal before you,
Fled from justice, guard with life.

Don C

But an instant, I implore you,

Just to know who is my wife.

Don J

No, no, no

It must not be

Don C

Her let me see.

Don J

Away, away.

Don C

Stay, stay.

page 18

Enter Maritana, Marquis, Marchioness.

Mar

Ah, what tumult here ?

Don

Her arrest, too, Alguazils there,

Enter Alguazils.

Don J

Him to prison; her, that way bear.

Don C

Stay, stay.

Don J

To the villa d'Aranjeuz. away, away.

Don C

What mystery must now control,

It maddens, it distracts my soul.

Don J

With mystery their steps control,

Their meeting would distract ray soul.
Mar What mystery, why thus control.
What horror now awaits my soul ?

Mar Marq & Cho

What mystery does thus control,

Not darker clouds than thunders roll.

Sol & Alg

With mystery their steps control,

What anger hath enraged his soul ?

Mar

Who is he ? Oh, let me see,

I will be free.

Don C

Her let me see. Oh, let me free,

Let me free.

Don J

Away. No, no;

It must not be.

Cho

Away; what terrors dread

Each heart control; what consternation
Fills each soul.