s a woman's heart, scorn will 1 ørn sup liant, itself will almost learn to woo.

ot against him?

ho is it that you mean?

understand you?

His dark eye

with horrid meaning-" like the glass, whose orb the voice of magic calls nds from hell, within its fiery globe mon passions rise!"

forgive me

ave dared to ask: I take my leave.

Stopping her.] Nay, do not go; although I am

orbid

he secrets of the Inquisition,
ething can I tell you.
Well, my lord?

'Tis but a dream.
You mock me.
Do not think it;

e a pious and believing maid,

ng within a convent's holy cells

ined with Heaven's pure votaries.-I remember you did marvel what young virgins meant,

all their talk was love; for on your heart
like moonlight on a frozen fountain.
heart has melted since; but you, perchance,
still retained enough of true belief
o despise a vision! On my couch,
ight, I long lay sleepless; I revolved
corns, the contumelies I have suffered
vill not brook; at last, sleep closed my eyelids,
then methought I saw the am'rous Moor
I the transports of exulting passion,
I stood by, chained to a fiery pillar,
lenned to gaze forever; while two fiends
grin and mow upon me.

seless I fell with rage. As thus I lay,

th from the yawning earth a figure i ose,

ose stature reached to Heaven; his robes appeared

ven out of solid fire! around his head

erpent twined his huge gigantic folds;

And on his front, in burning characters,
Was written " vengeance!"

Flor. Vengeance! oh, my lord,

You fright me! but I ne'er offended you;
What crime have I committed?

Pes. Listen to me:

He cried, "do not despair!" and bade me follow.

Flor. Let me depart―

Pes. I followed

He led me to a bower of Paradise,

And held a cup of joy, which, he exclaimed,

Crosses, L.

Was mingled by himself;-1 quaffed: twas nectar, And thrilled within my heart-then, then, Florinda !— Flor. Let me implore you-

[Struggling. Pes. Then, within my arms methought I pressed thee. Flor. Hold this violence

Pes. Nay, do not talk of violence;

You seemed a willing and a tender bride,
Ard rushed into my bosom!

Flor. Count Pescara,

I must not hear this mockery! do not speak
Of what should not think! this very day
Shall bind me, with an everlasting vow

you

To himay, him! I do not fear to tell it,
To him my heart adores. 'Tis not to me
You should unfold your horrid fancies.

Pes. Mark me! there's oft a prophecy in dreams.

Flor. [Alore.] Ha! this means something.

know Pescara :

[Exit, R.

His voice doth sound like fate within my soul,
That answers back in faint and trembling echoes.
This horrid band of death, his fell commands,
The terrors of his eye, his looks of destiny,
All, all affright me! if I must be wretched,
Heaven, don't let me know it; leave me still
The bliss of ignorance! What if Pescara,
Before Hemeya has adjured his creed,
Should treacherously seize him?

Would that the rite were done!

Well I

[A distant symphony is heard.

What seraph music floats upon my soul?

it is the organ's solemn swell,
n the church's aisles ascends to heaven.
rite proceeds! sweet sounds, awake!
gain upon my raptured soul!

CHORUS.

The mystic light

[A distant chorus sings.

Has dawned upon his sight:

ees, and he believes. Rejoice, rejoice,

one acclaiming voice!

e, seraphs! strike your harps, and through the sky l the full tide of rapturous melody!

[The Curtain falls, while Florinda kneels.

END OF ACT II.

ACT III.

E I.—A magnificent Apartment in the House of the Cadi of Grenada.

umber of Moors are assembled together-the CADI, HALY, HAMET, &c.

di. Haly, the noblest of Grenada's Moors, in the sacred walls where we are wont celebrate the Prophet's holy name,

et at your bidding.

Hal. You are called together

the command of Malec; he returns

om the Alpuxerras, fraught with some great tidings,

d bade me summon you.

Cadi. We need his counsel

this our hour of sorrow; when our prince

urns recreant from his people, it is well

alec is left us still; for his great soul,

irm to the prophet, lifts its stubborn height, nd, by the storms of fate, more deeply still rooted in his country.

Ham. See-he comes !But with disturbéd step.

Enter MALEC, L.

Mal. He is a Christian!

Lend me thy aid, good Hamet !-ha! I am old—
What! do I weep -- dry-dry my tears in rage;
Do not despise me, Moors!-I am a man-

I am again a man; no more of him!

Moors, fellow countrymen—

Cadi. Speak, thou brave man we wait the voice of Heaven

Mal. The voice of Heaven

First waked the great design. Amid the mountains
I sought those untamed Moors, whose fathers fled
To nature's fortresses, and left their sons

Their freedom and their faith!-the Prophet smiled,
And gave me power to light within their breasts
The fire that glowed in mine!-Moors! if your souls
Are noble as the rugged mountaineers,

You will not brook to see your sacred rights
Robbed by the tyrant.-Philip's law proscribes
Our creed, our rites, our sacred usages;
Plucks off our silken garments from our limbs,
And clothes us in our slavery. If he could,
He'd blot the burning sunbeam from our faces,
And wash us into white and pallid Christians!
Would you not rather die?

Moors. We will die before it.

Mal. No, you shall live in freedom! Know that already twenty thousand Moors

Are leagued by direst oaths;-[Moors touch swords.] ha
I am glad

Your hands are laid upon your cimeters ;-
Draw, draw them forth; and, as they blaze aloft,
Swear that you will be free!

Moors. We swear!

Mal. Then learn,

Through the Morisco towns a wide conspiracy
Has long been formed to raise on high
The standard of the Prophet;—the first blow
Shall be Grenada's capture !-be prepared
To join your countrymen. This very night

Their marshalled numbers, 'neath the auspicious moon,

e upon the glorious enterprise !

the morn, the crescent shall be fixed the Alhambra's towers!

We shall be free! [They brandish their cimeters. God and the Prophet grant it! omet! look down from Paradise,

suffering people; raise again

e land where once our fathers ruled,
mpire and thy faith!-kneel, fellow Moors,
the hour of prayer; and tow'rds the east,
you bend, from 'mid the sacred shrine
e hymn of holy melody,

in heaven we trust!

CHANT.

The Moors kneel.

Allah! hear thy people's pray'r,
And lift thy vottries from despair!
On empire's mountain-height replace
The children of a noble race!

And set us free!

Prophet of God! restore

The conqu'ring days of yore,

And set us free!

[A s'ep is heard without.

i. Suspend your holy rite; let your hymns cease! la Spaniard with profaning step

s rushing tow'rds the shrine!

7. An infidel

mes to break on our solemnity!

r HEMEYA, L., in precipitation, and in Spanish garments the Moors all rise.

t do I see? ha! does he come to blast me?
em. I know you wonder that I dare approach
consecrated spot-but when you hear-

now I feel my guilt.

Ial. Speak, noble Christian!

[Moors turn away.

vare we honoured with your gracious presence?

Iem. Oh! hear my prayer

Tal. You mean your high commands

n a Moor, a vile ignoble slave

u are a Christian!

ese costly garments that adorn your body

oclaim your lordly rule:-What is your pleasure?