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This to me ! —Bring your inspiring war-notes, and your sounds Of festal music round a dying man! Will his heart echo them —But if thy words Were spells, to call up, with each lofty tone, The grave's most awful spirits, they would stand Powerless before my anguish
Then, by her, Who there looks on thee in the purity Of her devoted youth, and o'er whose name No blight must fall, and whose pale cheek must ne'er Burn with that deeper tinge, caught painfully From the quick feeling of dishonour.—Speak Unfold this mystery l—By thy sons
ELMINA. My sons ! And canst thou name them * GONZALEZ. Proudly —Better far They died with all the promise of their youth, And the fair honour of their house upon them,
Than that with manhood's high and passionate soul
To fearful strength unfolded, they should live,
‘Twas for them only —Who shall dare arraign
Thou, whom I have loved
With such high trust, as o'er our nature threw
Ximena, go thou hence 1 eLMINA. No, no my child ! There's pity in thy look!—All other eyes Are full of wrath and scorn —Oh ! leave me not GONZALEZ. That I should live to see thee thus abased' —Yet speak —What hast thou done *
ELMINA. Look to the gate | Thou'rt worn with toil—but take no rest to-night! The western gate —Its watchers have been won— The Christian city hath been bought and sold ! They will admit the Moor GONZALEZ. - They have been won 1 Brave men and tried so long !—Whose work was this? ELMINA. Think'st thou all hearts like thine?—Can mothers stand To see their children perish GONZALEZ. Then the guilt Was thine * ELMINA. —Shall mortal dare to call it guilt? I tell thee, Heaven, which made all holy things, Made nought more holy than the boundless love Which fills a mother's heart!—I say, 'tis woe Enough, with such an aching tenderness, To love aught earthly —and in vain in vain : —We are press'd down too sorely :
goNZALEZ (in a low desponding voice). Now my life Is struck to worthless ashes!—In my soul Suspicion hath ta'en root. The nobleness Henceforth is blotted from all human brows, And fearful power, a dark and troublous gift, Almost like prophecy, is pour'd upon me, To read the guilty secrets in each eye That once look'd bright with truth ! —Why then I have gain'd What men call wisdom –A new sense, to which All tales that speak of high fidelity, And holy courage, and proud honour, tried, Search'd, and found stedfast, even to martyrdom, Are food for mockery —Why should I not cast From my thinn'd locks the wearing helm at once, And in the heavy sickness of my soul Throw the sword down for ever ?—Is there aught In all this world of gilded hollowness, Now the bright hues drop off its loveliest things, Worth striving for again? XIMENA. Father look up !
Turn unto me, thy child !
GONZALEZ. Thy face is fair; And hath been unto me, in other days, As morning to the journeyer of the deep; But now—'tis too like hers' ELMINA (falling at his feet). Woe, shame and woe, Are on me in their might !—forgive, forgive! GoNZALEz (starting up). Doth the Moor deem that I have part or share, Or counsel in this vileness —Stay me not : Let go thy hold—'tis powerless on me now— I linger here, while treason is at work' [Erit Gonzalez. ELMINA. Ximena, dost thou scorn me XIMENA. I have found In mine own heart too much of feebleness, Hid, beneath many soldings, from all eyes But His whom nought can blind;—to dare do aught But pity thee, dear mother' ELMINA. Blessings light On thy fair head, my gentle child, for this