L.
O! no, no, no, not happiness, at least
Not from those lips.

I:3:20 ALAR.
Indeed it is a name
That ill becomes them.

I:3:21 SOL.
Yet they say, thou'rt happy,
And bright with all prosperity, and I
Felt solace in that thought.

I:3:22 ALAR.
Prosperity!
Men call them prosperous whom they deem enjoy
That which they envy; but there's no success
Save in one master-wish fulfilled, and mine
Is lost for ever.

I:3:23 SOL.
Why was it? O, why
Didst thou forget me?

I:3:24 ALAR.
Never, lady, never--
But ah! the past, the irrevocable past--
We can but meet to mourn.

I:3:25 SOL.
No, not to mourn
I came to bless thee, came to tell to thee
I hoped that thou wert happy.

I:3:26 ALAR.
Come to mourn.
I'll find delight in my unbridled grief:
Yes! let me fling away at last this mask,
And gaze upon my woe.

I:3:27 SOL.
O, it was rash,
Indeed 'twas rash, Alarcos; what, sweet sir,
What, after all our vows, to hold me false,
And place this bar between us! I'll not think
Thou ever loved'st me as thou did'st profess,
And that's the bitter drop.

I:3:28 ALAR.
Indeed, indeed--

I:3:29 SOL.
I could bear much, I could bear all, but this
My faith in thy past love, it was so deep,
So pure, so sacred, 'twas my only solace;
I fed upon it in my secret heart,
And now e'en that is gone.

I:3:30 ALAR.
Doubt not the past,
'Tis sanctified. It is the green fresh spot
In my life's desert.

I:3:31 SOL.
There is none to thee
As I have been? Speak, speak, Alarcos, tell me
Is't true? Or, in this shipwreck of my soul,
Do I cling wildly to some perish