The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume II Part 9

an empty thought That boasts no neighbourhood with Hope or Reason

Corr. in MS. III.

[54-7]

_Ter._ Was it not then a busy joy? to see him, After those three years' travels! we had no fears-- The frequent tidings, the ne'er failing letter, Almost endeared his absence! yet the gladness, The tumult of our joy! What then, if now--

Marginal correction in MS. III, Remorse.

[60] dreams] fancies Remorse.

[61] Stage-direction om. Remorse.

[62-8] Erased MS. III.

[62-73]

_Vald._ The sober truth is all too much for me!

I see no sail which brings not to my mind The home-bound bark, in which my son was captured By the Algerine--to perish with his captors!

_Ter._ Oh no! he did not!

_Vald._ Captured in sight of land!

From yon Hill-point, nay, from our castle watch-tower We might have seen--

_Ter._ His capture, not his death.

_Vald._ Alas! how aptly thou forgett'st a tale Thou ne'er didst wish to learn! my brave Ordonio Saw both the pirate and his prize go down, In the same storm that baffled his own valour, And thus twice s.n.a.t.c.hed a brother from his hopes.

Marginal correction in MS. III, Remorse.

[74] Stage-direction om. Remorse.

[76] And most delight his spirit, go, make thou Remorse.

[78] with] in Remorse.

[93] my father] Lord Valdez Remorse.

[96] dream] hear Remorse.

[101-5] Erased MS. III.

_Vald. (looking forward)._ Hush! 'tis Monviedro.

_Ter._ The Inquisitor--on what new scent of blood?

_Enter_ Monviedro _with_ Alhadra.

_Mon._ Peace and the truth be with you! Good my Lord.

My present need is with your son.

We have hit the time. Here comes he! Yes, 'tis he.

_Enter from the opposite side_ Don Ordonio

My Lord Ordonio, this Moresco woman

MS. III, Remorse.

[108] Erased MS. III.

[109] The] Our MS. III.

[108-31]

_Mon._ My lord, on strong suspicion of relapse To his false creed, so recently abjured, The secret servants of the Inquisition Have seized her husband, and at my command To the supreme tribunal would have led him, But that he made appeal to you, my lord, As surety for his soundness in the faith.

Tho' lesson'd by experience what small trust The a.s.severations of these Moors deserve, Yet still the deference to Ordonio's name, Nor less the wish to prove, with what high honour The Holy Church regards her faithful soldiers, Thus far prevailed with me that--

_Ord._ Reverend father, I am much beholden to your high opinion, Which so o'erprizes my light services. [_then to Alhadra_ I would that I could serve you; but in truth Your face is new to me.

_Mon._ My mind foretold me That such would be the event. In truth, Lord Valdez, 'Twas little probable, that Don Ordonio, That your ill.u.s.trious son, who fought so bravely Some four years since to quell these rebel Moors, Should prove the patron of this infidel!

The warranter of a Moresco's faith!

Remorse.

[114] Have learnt by heart their falsehoods to gain time. Corr. in MS.

III.

[118-20] who (you know, &c., . . . with her Erased MS. III. The stage-direction (_Alhadra here advances towards Ordonio_) is inserted at the end of Francesco's speech.

[127-8] om. MS. III.

[133] Is Isidore. (_Ordonio starts_) Remorse.

[135] Stage-direction (_triumphantly_) om. Remorse.

[138-9]

You were at sea, and there engaged the pirates, The murderers doubtless of your brother Alvar!

Remorse.

[139] The stage-direction _Maria looks, &c._, om. Remorse.

[140] _Francesco (. . . Osorio)_ om. Remorse.

[141] _Val._ You pressed upon him too abruptly father Remorse.

[143] _Ord._ O heavens! I?--I doted?-- Remorse. Stage-directions (_starting, &c._), (_Then, as, &c._) om. Remorse.