Away! It is in vain. PRECIOSA. BARTOLOMÉ. Wilt thou not come? PRECIOSA. Never! BARTOLOMÉ. Then woe, eternal woe, upon thee! Thou shalt not be another's. Thou shalt die. PRECIOSA. All holy angels keep me in this hour! And be at rest for ever! O, dull heart, Be of good cheer! When thou shalt cease to beat, (Enter VICTORIAN and HYPOLITO behind.) VICTORIAN. 'Tis she! Behold, how beautiful she stands Under the tent-like trees! HYPOLITO. A woodland nymph! VICTORIAN. I pray thee, stand aside. Leave me. HYPOLITO. Do not betray thyself too soon. VICTORIAN (disguising his voice). [Exit. PRECIOSA (aside, with emotion). That voice! that voice from heaven! O speak again! Who is it calls? VICTORIAN. A friend. PRECIOSA (aside). "Tis he! "Tis he!! I thank thee, Heaven, that thou hast heard my prayer, VICTORIAN. A true friend to the true; Fear not; come hither. So; can you tell fortunes? PRECIOSA. Not in the dark. Come nearer to the fire. Give me your hand. It is not crossed, I see. VICTORIAN (putting a piece of gold into her hand). There is the cross. PRECIOSA. Is 't silver? VICTORIAN. No, 't is gold. PRECIOSA. There's a fair lady at the Court, who loves you, And for yourself alone. VICTORIAN. Fie! the old story! Tell me a better fortune for my money; Not this old woman's tale! PRECIOSA. You are passionate; And this same passionate humor in your blood Shame! shame! O you have wronged the maid who loved you! How could you do it? VICTORIAN. I never loved a maid; For she I loved was then a maid no more. There, take back your gold! Your hand is cold, like a deceiver's hand! There is no blessing in its charity! Make her your wife, for you have been abused; shall mend your fortunes, mending hers. And you VICTORIAN (aside). How like an angel's speaks the tongue of woman, Pray give it me. (Tries to take the ring.) PRECIOSA. No; never from my hand Shall that be taken! VICTORIAN. Why, 't is but a ring. I'll give it back to you; or, if I keep it, PRECIOSA. Why would you have this ring? VICTORIAN. A traveller's fancy, A whim, and nothing more. I would fain keep it As a memento of the Gipsy camp In Guadarrama, and the fortune-teller Who sent me back to wed a widowed maid. No, never! never! VICTORIAN. How? dead? PRECIOSA. Yes; dead to me; and worse than dead. He is estranged! And yet I keep this ring. I will rise with it from my grave hereafter, To prove to him that I was never false. VICTORIAN (aside). Be still, my swelling heart! one moment, still! Come, give it me, or I will say 't is mine, And that you stole it. PRECIOSA. O, you will not dare To utter such a fiendish lie! VICTORIAN. Look in my face, and say if there is aught (She rushes into his arms.) PRECIOSA. 'Tis thou! 't is thou! Yes; yes; my heart's elected! My dearest-dear Victorian! my soul's heaven! Where hast thou been so long? Why didst thou leave me? VICTORIAN. Ask me not now, my dearest Preciosa. Let me forget we ever have been parted! Longfellow. I. 14 Forgive me, sweet! for what I made thee suffer Indeed, since that sad hour I have not slept, I have forgiven thee. Say, wilt thou forgive me? PRECIOSA. Ere those words of anger Heaven writ down against thee, VICTORIAN. I'm the veriest fool That walks the earth, to have believed thee false. It was the Count of Lara PRECIOSA. That bad man Has worked me harm enough. Hast thou not heard VICTORIAN. I have heard all. And yet speak on, speak on! (They walk aside.) HYPOLITO. All gentle quarrels in the pastoral poets, All passionate love scenes in the best romances, |