know,
Whence came the scarf you wear?

_Otti._ This scarf----Alas!
A paltry toy! a very soldier's present.

_Estel._ A soldier's!

_Otti._ Ay. 'Twas sent me from the camp:
But with such bitter taunts on her who wrought it----
Breathed ever mortal man such thoughts of me,
_My_ heart would break or _his_ should bleed for it!

_Estel._ Say you?

_Otti._ Nay mark--"Receive, proud fair,"--thus ran the letter--
"This scarf, forced on me by a hand I loath,
With many an amorous word and tasteless kiss!
As I for thee, so burns for me the wanton;
To me as thine, cold is my heart to her;
Nor canst thou more despise the gift than I
Scorn the fond fool who gave it!"----

_Amel._ Oh! my heart!

_Inis._ Look to the Princess.

_Otti._ [_Starting._] Ha!

_Estel._ She faints!

_Amel._ No, no,
'Tis nothing--mid-day's heat--the o'erpowering sun--
I'll in and rest.

_Otti._ Princess, permit----

_Amel._ No lady!
I need no aid of thine--In, in, Estella.
Oh! cruel, false Caesario!

[_Exit with_ Estella, Inis, _and Ladies_.]

_Otti._ [_Alone._] Ha! is't so?
And flies my falcon at so high a lure?
The princess! 'tis the princess that he loves!--
And shall I calmly see her bear away
This dear-bought prize, my secret crime's reward,
My lord, my love, my life, my all?----She dies! [_Exit._

_End of Act I._

ACT II.

SCENE I. _A hall in_ Caesario's _palace_.

[_Shouts heard without._]

_Enter_ Caesario [_a general's staff in his hand_] _followed by_
Henriquez, _citizens and soldiers_.

_Caesa._ Thanks, worthy friends! No further!--Pleased I hear
These shouts, which thank me for Alfonso's safety!
But though _my_ arms have quelled the Moors, your love
Alone can shield him from a foe more dangerous,
From his proud rebel son!--Farewell, assured
I live but for your use!

_First Citi._ Long live Caesario!

_Sec. Citi._ Long live the conqueror of the Moors!

_All._ Huzza! [_Exeunt._

_Manent_ Caesario _and_ Henriquez.

_Caesa._ Kind friends, farewell!--Ay, shout, ye brawlers, shout!
Pour out unmeaning praise till the skies ring!
'Twill school your deep-toned throats to roar tomorrow,
--"Long live Caesario! Sovereign of Castile!"--
Mark you, Henriquez, how the royal dotard
Hung on my neck, termed me his kingdom's angel,
His friend, his saviour, his----Oh! my tongue burned
To thunder in his startled ear----"The man
Who raised this war, and fired your son's ambition,
Your daughter's husband,