Vict. That was the first sound in the song of love! Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound. We hear The voice prophetic, and are not alone. Pre. That is my faith. Dost thou believe these warnings? Vict. So far as this. Our feelings and our thoughts Tend ever on, and rest not in the Present. As drops of rain fall into some dark well, Pre. I have felt it so, but found no words to say it! I cannot reason; I can only feel! But thou hast language for all thoughts and feelings. Thou art a scholar; and sometimes I think We cannot walk together in this world! Vict. Thou little skeptic! Dost thou still doubt? What I most prize in woman Is her affections, not her intellect! The intellect is finite; but the affections Compare me with the great men of the earth; Thou sittest by the fireside of the heart, As in a palace hall. Art thou convinced? Pre. Yes, that I love thee, as the good love heaven, But not that I am worthy of that heaven. Vict. Loving more. Pre. I cannot love thee more; my heart is full. Vict. Then let it overflow, and I will drink it, As in the summer-time the thirsty sands Drink the swift waters of the Manzanares, And still do thirst for more. A Watch. [in the street.] Ave Maria Purissima! T is midnight and serene! Vict. Hear'st thou that cry? Pre. To scare thee from me! Vict. Doth scare the timid stag, or bark of hounds Pre. It is a hateful sound, As the hunter's horn Pray, do not go ! Fear not! Vict. I must away to Alcalá to-night. Think of me when I am away. Pre. I have no thoughts that do not think of thee. Vict. [giving her a ring.] And to remind thee of my love, take this; A serpent, emblem of Eternity; A ruby,—say, a drop of my heart's blood. Pre. It is an ancient saying, that the ruby Vict. What convent of barefooted Carmelites Taught thee so much theology? Pre. [laying her hand upon his mouth.] Hush Hush! Good night! and may all holy angels guard thee! Vict. Good night! good night! Thou art my guardian angel! I have no other saint than thou to pray to! [He descends by the balcony.] Pre. Take care, and do not hurt thee. Art thou safe? Vict. [from the garden.] Safe as my love for thee! But art thou safe? Others can climb a balcony by moonlight Vict. And brings to me Of the beloved land he leaves behind. To-morrow night Vict. Shall see me safe returned. Thou art the star To guide me to an anchorage. Good night! My beauteous star! My star of love, good night! Pre. Good night! Watch. [at a distance.] Ave Maria Purissima! SCENE IV. An inn on the road to Alcalá. BALTASAR asleep on a bench. Enter CHISPA. Chis. And here we are, half-way to Alcalá, between cocks and midnight. Body o' me! what an inn this is! The lights out, and the landlord asleep. Holá! ancient Baltasar ! Balt. [waking.] Here I am. Chis. Yes, there you are, like a one-eyed Alcalde in a town without inhabitants. Bring a light, and let me have supper. Balt. Where is your master? Chis. Do not trouble yourself about him. We have stopped a moment to breathe our horses; and, if he chooses to walk up and down in the open air, looking into the sky as one who hears it rain, that does not satisfy my hunger, you know. But be quick, for I am in a hurry, and every man stretches his legs according to the length of his coverlet. What have we here? Balt. [setting a light on the table.] rabbit. Stewed Chis. [eating.] Conscience of Portalegre! Stewed kitten, you mean! Balt. And a pitcher of Pedro Ximenes, with a roasted pear in it. Chis. [drinking.] Ancient Baltasar, amigo! You know how to cry wine and sell vinegar. I tell you this is nothing but Vino Tinto of La Mancha, with a tang of the swine-skin. Balt. I swear to you by Saint Simon and Judas, it is all as I say. Chis. And I swear to you, by Saint Peter and Saint Paul, that it is no such thing. Moreover, your supper is like the hidalgo's dinner, very little meat, and a great deal of table-cloth. Balt. Ha! ha! ha! Chis. And more noise than nuts. Balt. Ha! ha! ha! You must have your joke, Master Chispa. But shall I not ask Don Victorian in, to take a draught of the Pedro Ximenes? Chis. No; you might as well say, "Don't-youwant-some?" to a dead man. Balt. Why does he go so often to Madrid? Chis. For the same reason that he eats no supper He is in love. Were you ever in love, Baltasar? Balt. I was never out of it, good Chispa. It has been the torment of my life. Chis. What are you on fire, too, old haystack? Why, we shall never be able to put you out. Vict. [without.] Chispa! Chis. Go to bed, Pero Grullo, for the cocks are crowing. Vict. Ea! Chispa! Chispa! Chis. Ea! Señor. Come with me, ancient Baltasar, and bring water for the horses. I will pay for the supper, to-morrow. [Exeunt. SCENE V. VICTORIAN'S chambers at Alcalá. HYPOLITO asleep in an arm-chair. He awakes slowly. Hyp. I must have been asleep! ay, sound asleep Out of Oblivion's well, a healing draught! Open thy silent lips, sweet instrument! Padre Francisco! Padre Francisco! What do you want of Padre Francisco? Who wants to confess her sins. [Enter VICTORIAN.] Vict. Padre Hypolito! Padre Hypolito! I am the greatest sinner that doth live. I will confess the sweetest of all crimes, |