thy passion!

[Takes his dagger.]

Thus I gain the heart
I should despise.

[Rushes to the couch.]

IV:4:29 COUN.
What's this I see?

IV:4:30 ALAR.

[seizing the Infanta's upraised arm]

A dream
A horrid dream, yet but a dream.

THE END OF THE FOURTH ACT.

ACT V

SCENE 1

Exterior of the Castle of Alarcos in the valley of Arlanzon.

[Enter the COUNTESS.]

V:1:1 COUN.
I would recall the days gone by, and live
A moment in the past; if but to fly
The dreary present pressing on my brain,
Woe's omened harbinger. In exiled love
The scene he drew so fair! Ye castled crags,
The sunbeam plays on your embattled cliffs,
And softens your stern visage, as his love
Softened our early sorrows. But my sun
Has set for ever! Once we talked of cares
And deemed that we were sad. Men fancy sorrows
Until time brings the substance of despair,
And then their griefs are shadows. Give me exile!
It brought me love. Ah! days of gentle joy,
When pastime only parted us, and he
Returned with tales to make our children stare;
Or called my lute, while, round my waist entwined,
His hand kept chorus to my lay. No more!
O, we were happier than the happy birds;
And sweeter were our lives than the sweet flowers;
The stars were not more tranquil in their course,
Yet not more bright! The fountains in their play
Did most resemble us, that as they flow
Still sparkle!

[Enter ORAN.]

Oran, I am very sad.

V:1:2 ORAN.
Cheer up, sweet lady, for the God of all
Will guard the innocent.

V:1:3 COUN.
Think you he'll come
To visit us? Methinks he'll never come.

V:1:4 ORAN.
He's but four leagues away. This vicinage
Argues a frequent presence.

V:1:5 COUN.
But three nights