Scene First of Act Fourth is a prison in the castle. Antonio is sitting there, and as he hears footsteps, expects another visit, from persons seeking to torment him into con- Even but to look upon thee, wretched man! Ant. Thou dreadst to look upon me, yet thou comest Men. I said not so in pity of thy state; That bloody deed I know hath been the act Of frenzied passion in some foreign land : Live and repent: heaven grant thee grace for this! Be on thy wretched head. Her behaviour towards him while Thanks, gentle, virtuous Mencia; but, yet she believes him guilty-her gradual release from that intolerable belief-her bliss on its being utterly done away-and her love welling up from its depths, but a moment before frozen by despair and horror-are all most beautifully painted-nor can any thing be more affecting-but we can quote only the close. alas! Far different is the hapless outlaw's home From what thy gentle fancy fashioneth. With lawless men he must protection find. Some murky cavern where the light of day Hath never peer'd—where the pitch'd brand, instead, Henriquez motions on Mencia to leave the dungeon, and she obeys; and he then offers Antonio opportunity and means of escape. The colloquy is managed with much skill; and the guilty, in spite of all his art, betrays himself to the suspicion of the innocent, unsuspicious though his nature be ANTONIO (after following him with his eye as he ascends the stair at the bottom of the stage). But that it were so horrid and unnatural, A thing at strife with all consistent thoughts, I could believe-No! 'tis impossible. Henriquez had sent a Friar to Antonio, and now he has sent for the same Friar for himself-and remorse is about to become repentance. SCENE III. A Chapel. HENRIQUEZ discovered on his knees by the Confessional, the FRIAR bending over him, and muttering words in a low voice. Friar (aloud). Rise, son, in humble but assured faith Will gain from heavenly grace full absolution Of this most guilty deed-of all thy sins. Rise, and be comforted. (Raising him, and leading him forward). Be com forted! The worst of sinners league not with despair, But by their own untoward disbelief, The greatest sin of all. Thou smit'st thy breast, And shak'st thy drooping head: thou must not doubt. All sin is finite, mercy infinite; Why shouldst thou doubt that God will pardon thee? Hen. I doubt it not. God's mercy pardons all Who truly do repent; and O how truly, How deeply, how intensely I repent! In dire abhorrence every better thought. The bliss of heaven for me! incongruous hope! Is link'd to misery; and happiness Comes to my thoughts like gleams of painful day O that I were like such! in the reft rock Of some dank mine coil'd up, dull and unconscious Friar. Alas, alas, my son! have better thoughts. A nest of stinged scorpions hath become, So kind, so dear, such manly, true affection! Love that surmounted all things! When, in passion, What would have hurl'd on any other head The instant stroke of death-he only waited Friar. Give o'er, my son; thou art too vehement. I see them constantly; where'er I turn, Changed to a gorgon terror. But no restraining love did plead for him: As though he had some faithless rav'ller been, (Beating his forchead violently as he strides rapidly away). This base, believing heart, this ruffian's hand! Friar. My son, this is wild ecstasy of passion, Which leads not to that humble true repentance Our holy Church enjoins. Hen. (returning). Or had I met him as an open foe, Preceding vengeance; but unheard, i' th' dark! Of my brave fathers, men without reproach! What bears the honour'd semblance of their son, Friar. Nay, nay! I pray forbear! this violent grief For thy soul's weal is most unprofitable. Betake thyself betimes to prayer and penance. The sufferings of the body will relieve The suff'rings of the mind. Hen. The sufferings of the body! They are powerless. Friar. Something which happened in the armory No; what can corporeal pain or penance do? That which inflicts the mental wound, which rends Friar. I do not understand you; good, my Lord. And lack repose; retire a while, my son. Hark! on the walls without, do you not hear The warder's call to note the rising morn? Hen. The morn! And what have I to do with morn? The redd'ning sky, the smoking camp, the stir Of tented sleepers rousing to the call, The snorting steed, in harness newly dight, Did please my fancy once. Ay; and the sweetness These pleased me once in better days; but now Of every pleasant thing; and that which cheers I loathe the light of heaven: let the night, Friar. Cease, cease! and cherish not such dark despair. Beseech Almighty Goodness to have pity On a perturbed soul. Hen. Pray thou for me; I will pray when I can. To say an early mass for the repose Of the interr'd: they must not find you here. Hen. And to the dead they give repose! What mass, Alas, alas! there is no cure for this. Balthazer, 66 [Exeunt. our keen and fiery secretary," has returned from Zamora, commissioned by the King to make search for Juen's murderer, and, when found, to bring him there forthwith for instant execution. "Bal. Ay, every cot and castle in the realm And from the prison-house comes Antonio in chains-while Henriquez is about to mount "Black Sultan," who stands saddled at the gate "champing his bit, And casting from his mouth the flaky foam," that he may see the prisoner safely delivered into the hands of justice. Carlos urges them to lose no time, as Henriquez is intent to gain a royal audience before the sitting of tomorrow's court. Henriquez has forbid Leonora to accompany him, but he sends to him his scarf, gloves, and signet, which he had forgotten, and Diego gives them to his master at the gate. Act Fifth opens in the court at Zamora-a grand ball of audience, nobles, prelates, officers, &c. discovered in waiting; and after several petitions have been presented to the King, and received in very kingly manner, it is announced to his Majesty that Don Henriquez waits without, and humbly begs for an audience before sitting of the court, and that he is attended with a goodly train, guarding a prisoner. The King marvels-and Enter HENRIQUEZ, followed by CARLOS and ANTONIO, going up to the KING, who rises But that thy services have been to me Thy country's welfare and thy sovereign's honour I should with some precaution give my word. Hen. Nay, swear it on this sword. King. Where doth this tend? Doubt'st thou my royal word? You gave to me this ring with words of favour; And said if I should e'er, by fortune press'd, I then might ask, should be conceded to me. Is that you swear upon my sword to grant (Giving the ring). [Holds out his sword to the KING, who lays his hand on it. King. This sword, this honour'd blade, I know it well, Which thou in battle from the princely Moor So valiantly did'st win: why should I shrink And silent too: I wait upon thy words. Hen. My breath forsook me. 'Tis a passing weakness: I have power now.-There is a criminal, Whose guilt before your Highness in due form Shall shortly be attested; and my boon Is, that your Highness will not pardon him, King. This much amazes me. Ever till now, Thou'st been inclined to mercy, not to blood. Hen. Yea; but this criminal, with selfish cruelty, With black ingratitude, with base disloyalty To all that sacred is in virtuous ties, Knitting man's heart to man — What shall I say? I have no room to breathe. (Tearing open his doublet with violence). Ingenuous, faithful, generous, and noble: Ev'n but to look on him bad been full warrant And thrust him forth from life, from light, from nature, Unwitting, unprepared for th' awful change Death brings to all. This act so foul, so damned, This he hath done: therefore upon his head Let fall the law's unmitigated justice. King. And wherefore doubt'st thou that from such a man I will withhold all grace? Were he my brother I would not pardon him. Produce your criminal. [Those who have ANTONIO in custody lead him forward. Hen. (motioning with his hand to forbid them). Undo his shackles; he is innocent, |