This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 edition. Excerpt: ...Belgic states We will return. These robes, this stained complexion, Akin to falsehood, weigh upon my spirit. Whate'er befall us, the heroic Maurice Will grant us an asylum, in remembrance Of our past services. Zul. And all the wealth, power, influence which is yours, You let a murderer hold? Alv. 0 faithful ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 edition. Excerpt: ...Belgic states We will return. These robes, this stained complexion, Akin to falsehood, weigh upon my spirit. Whate'er befall us, the heroic Maurice Will grant us an asylum, in remembrance Of our past services. Zul. And all the wealth, power, influence which is yours, You let a murderer hold? Alv. 0 faithful Zulimez! That my return involved Ordonio's death, I trust, would give me an unmingled pang, Yet bearable: --but when I see my father Strewing his scant gray hairs, e'en on the ground, Which soon must be his grave, and my Teresa--Her husband proved a murderer, and her infants His infants--poor Teresa!--all would perish, All perish--all; and I (nay bear with me) Could not survive the complicated ruin! Zul. much affected. Nay now! I have dis-tressed you--you well know, I ne'er will quit your fortunes. True, 'tis tiresome: You are a painter, one of many fancies! You can call up past deeds, and make them live On the blank canvas! and each little herb, That grows on mountain bleak, or tangled forest, You have learnt to name Hark! heard you not some footsteps? Alv. What if it were my brother coming onwards? I sent a most mysterious message to him. See Note. Enter Ordonio. Alv. starting.' It is he! Ord. to himself as he enters.' If I distinguished right her gait and stature, It was the Moorish woman, Isidore's wife, That passed me as I entered. A lit taper, In the night air, doth not more naturally Attract the night-flies round it, than a conjurer Draws round him the whole female neighbourhood. Addressing Alvae. You know my name, I guess, if not my person. I am Ordonio, son of the Lord Valdez. Alv, with deep emotion.' The son of Valdez! okdonio walks leisurely round the, room, and looks attentively at the plants. Zul. to Alvar. Why, what ails you now?...
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