"Twas a well-sounding word--what have you done with it?
_Ferdinand._ Who proffers his past favours for my virtue Tries to o"erreach me, is a very sharper, And should not speak of grat.i.tude, my lord! 65 I knew not "twas your brother!
_Osorio (evidently alarmed)._ And who told you?
_Ferdinand._ He himself told me.
_Osorio._ Ha! you talk"d with him?
And those, the two Morescoes, that went with you?
_Ferdinand._ Both fell in a night-brawl at Malaga.
_Osorio (in a low voice)._ My brother!
_Ferdinand._ Yes, my lord! I could not tell you: 70 I thrust away the thought, it drove me wild.
But listen to me now. I pray you, listen!
_Osorio._ Villain! no more! I"ll hear no more of it.
_Ferdinand._ My lord! it much imports your future safety That you should hear it.
_Osorio (turning off from Ferdinand)._ Am I not a man? 75 "Tis as it should be! Tut--the deed itself Was idle--and these after-pangs still idler!
_Ferdinand._ We met him in the very place you mention"d, Hard by a grove of firs.
_Osorio._ Enough! enough!
_Ferdinand._ He fought us valiantly, and wounded all; 80 In fine, compell"d a parley!
_Osorio (sighing as if lost in thought)._ Albert! Brother!
_Ferdinand._ He offer"d me his purse.
_Osorio._ Yes?
_Ferdinand._ Yes! I spurn"d it.
He promis"d us I know not what--in vain!
Then with a look and voice which overaw"d me, He said--What mean you, friends? My life is dear. 85 I have a brother and a promised wife Who make life dear to me, and if I fall That brother will roam earth and h.e.l.l for vengeance.
There was a likeness in his face to yours.
I ask"d his brother"s name; he said, Osorio, 90 Son of Lord Velez! I had well-nigh fainted!
At length I said (if that indeed I said it, And that no spirit made my tongue his organ), That woman is now pregnant by that brother, And he the man who sent us to destroy you, 95 He drove a thrust at me in rage. I told him, He wore her portrait round his neck--he look"d As he had been made of the rock that propp"d him back; Ay, just as you look now--only less ghastly!
At last recovering from his trance, he threw 100 His sword away, and bade us take his life-- It was not worth his keeping.
_Osorio._ And you kill"d him?
O blood-hounds! may eternal wrath flame round you!
He was the image of the Deity. [_A pause._ It seizes me--by h.e.l.l! I will go on! 105 What? would"st thou stop, man? thy pale looks won"t save thee!
[_Then suddenly pressing his forehead._
Oh! cold, cold, cold--shot thro" with icy cold!
_Ferdinand (aside)._ Were he alive, he had return"d ere now.
The consequence the same, dead thro" his plotting!
_Osorio._ O this unutterable dying away here, 110 This sickness of the heart! [_A pause._ What if I went And liv"d in a hollow tomb, and fed on weeds?
Ay! that"s the road to heaven! O fool! fool! fool! [_A pause._ What have I done but that which nature destin"d Or the blind elements stirr"d up within me? 115 If good were meant, why were we made these beings?
And if not meant----
_Ferdinand._ How feel you now, my lord?
[_OSORIO starts, looks at him wildly, then, after a pause, during which his features are forced into a smile._
_Osorio._ A gust of the soul! i"faith, it overset me.
O "twas all folly--all! idle as laughter!
Now, Ferdinand, I swear that thou shalt aid me. 120
_Ferdinand (in a low voice)._ I"ll perish first! Shame on my coward heart, That I must slink away from wickedness Like a cow"d dog!
_Osorio._ What dost thou mutter of?
_Ferdinand._ Some of your servants know me, I am certain.
_Osorio._ There"s some sense in that scruple; but we"ll mask you. 125
_Ferdinand._ They"ll know my gait. But stay! of late I have watch"d A stranger that lives nigh, still picking weeds, Now in the swamp, now on the walls of the ruin, Now clamb"ring, like a runaway lunatic, Up to the summit of our highest mount. 130 I have watch"d him at it morning-tide and noon, Once in the moonlight. Then I stood so near, I heard him mutt"ring o"er the plant. A wizard!
Some gaunt slave, prowling out for dark employments.
_Osorio._ What may his name be?
_Ferdinand._ That I cannot tell you. 135 Only Frances...o...b..de an officer Speak in your name, as lord of this domain.
So he was question"d, who and what he was.
This was his answer: Say to the Lord Osorio, "He that can bring the dead to life again." 140
_Osorio._ A strange reply!
_Ferdinand._ Aye--all of him is strange.
He call"d himself a Christian--yet he wears The Moorish robe, as if he courted death.
_Osorio._ Where does this wizard live?
_Ferdinand (pointing to a distance)._ You see that brooklet?
Trace its course backward thro" a narrow opening 145 It leads you to the place.
_Osorio._ How shall I know it?
_Ferdinand._ You can"t mistake. It is a small green dale Built all around with high off-sloping hills, And from its shape our peasants aptly call it The Giant"s Cradle. There"s a lake in the midst, 150 And round its banks tall wood, that branches over And makes a kind of faery forest grow Down in the water. At the further end A puny cataract falls on the lake; And there (a curious sight) you see its shadow 155 For ever curling, like a wreath of smoke, Up through the foliage of those faery trees.
His cot stands opposite--you cannot miss it.
Some three yards up the hill a mountain ash Stretches its lower boughs and scarlet cl.u.s.ters 160 O"er the new thatch.