Why should'st thou spare me? Why should Oran die?
The veil that clouds thy mind--I'll rend it. Tell me--
Yea! I'll know all. A power supports me now--
Defies even thee.

V:3:62 ALAR.
A traitor's troubled tongue
Disturbs thy mind. I tell thee, thou must leave
This castle promptly.

V:3:63 COUN.
Not to Burgos--say
But that. I will not go. That fatal woman--
Her shadow's on thy soul.

V:3:64 ALAR.
No, not to Burgos.
'Tis not to Burgos that thy journey tends.
The children sleep?

V:3:65 COUN.
Spite of the storm.

V:3:66 ALAR.
Go--kiss them.
Thou canst not take them with thee. To thy chamber--
Quick to thy chamber.

[The COUNTESS as if about to speak, but ALARCOS stops her.]

Nay, time presses, wife.

[The COUNTESS slowly re-enters her Chamber.]

V:3:67 ALAR.
I am alone--with Death. And will she look
Serene as this? The visage of a hero
Stamped with a martyred end! Thou noble Moor!
What if thy fate were mine! Thou art at rest:
No dark fulfilment waits o'er thee. The tomb
Hath many charms.

[The COUNTESS calls.]

V:3:68 COUN.
Alarcos!

V:3:69 ALAR.
Ay, anon.
Why did she tell me that she lived? Methought
It was all past. I came to confront death;
And we have met. This sacrificial blood--
What, bears it no atonement? 'Twas an offering
Fit for the Gods.

[The midnight bell.]

She waits me now; her hand
Extends a diadem; my achieveless arm
Would wither at her scorn. 'Tis thus, Solisa,
I gain thy heart and realm!

[ALARCOS moves hastily to the Chamber, which he enters;
the stage for some seconds is empty; a shriek is then heard;
ALARCOS re-appears, very pale, and slowly advances to the front of the stage.]

'Tis over and I live. I he