leasure been o'erwhelmed, a while was silent;
But soon came words, sweet as those most sweet kisses
Which grateful Venus gave the swain whose care
Brought back her truant doves!----So sweet, so sweet----
Distrust, herself, must have believed those words.
Oh! and was all but feigned?

_Enter_ Caesario _and_ Estella.

_Estella._ Wait here awhile;
I'll try to sooth her.

_Caesa._ My best friend!

_Estel._ Withdraw [Caesario _retires_.
Still bathed in tears?

_Amel._ [_Throwing herself on her bosom._] Oh! my soul's sick,
Estella.
My heart is broken, broken!

_Estel._ Nay, be calm!
I bring you comfort.

_Amel._ How?

_Estel._ Caesario sues
For one short moment's audience.

_Amel._ I'll not see him.

_Estel._ Dear princess!

_Amel._ Never! saw I not Ottilia
Decked with my gift? did I not hear.----Shame! shame!
Go, go, Estella, see him! say, and firmly,
We meet no more! say, that the veil is rent!
Say, that I know him wavering, vain, ungrateful,
Flattering and false! and having said this, add,
False as he is, he's my soul's tyrant still!

_Caesa._ [_Throwing himself at her feet_] Accents of Heaven!--my life! my love!

_Amel._ Caesario?
Farewell forever!

_Caesa._ Nay you must not leave me.
Hear me but speak.----

_Amel._ Release me!

_Caesa._ But one word.--

_Amel._ I'll not be held!--Your pardon. I forgot sir!
I thought myself still mistress of my actions!
Still princess of Castile!--Now I remember
I'm that despised, unhappy thing, your wife!
Sir, I obey!--Your pleasure!

_Caesa._ Oh! how lovely
Those eyes can make e'en scorn! yet calm their lightnings--
Once more let love.--

_Amel._ Never--the hours are past
When I believed thee all my fond heart wished;
Thought thee the best, the kindest, truest----thought thee----
Oh! Heaven! no Eastern tale portrays the palace
Of fay, or wizard (where in bright confusion
Blaze gold and gems) so glorious fair, as seemed,
Tricked in the rainbow-colours of my fancy,
Caesario's form this morn:----Too late I know thee;
The spell is broke; and where an Houri smiled,
Now scowls a fiend. Oh! thus benighted pilgrims
Admire the glow-worm's light, while gloom prevails
But find that seeming lamp of fiery lustre
A poor dark worthless worm, when viewed in sunshine.
Away, and seek Ottilia.

_Caesa._ Oh! my princess,
Deep as thy anger wounds my heart, more deeply
I grieve to think, how thine will bleed at finding
This anger undeserved.

_Amel._ Oh! tha