it must be--?
Ottilia.

_Otti._ [_Starting up wildly._] Heaven, who speaks? 'Tis she herself:
My victim, 'tis my victim!--Dost thou live then?
Hast thou escaped? Spare me, thou God of mercy!
Oh! spare me this one crime.

_Amel._ What means this passion?
How wild she eyes me; how she grasps my hand!

_Otti._ Answer and bless me: Say thou didst not drink it!
Say Inis did not--While I speak, the blood
Fades from thy cheek! Thine eyes close! Dying pangs
Distort thy features; pangs like those which shortened
His life, whose angry ghost, grim, fierce, and ghastly,
Comes gliding yonder. See his livid finger
Points to the poisoned cup! He frowns and threatens.
Pray for me, angel! Pray for me! I dare not.

_Amel._ Alas, poor wretch!

_Otti._ Help! help! The spectre grasps me,
And folds me to his breast, where the worm feeds!
He tears my heart-strings!--Now he sinks, he sinks!
And sinking grasps me still, and drags me down with him,
A thousand fathom deep!--Oh! lost, lost, lost!

[_Dies._

_Amel._ She's gone.--Sure earth affords no sight more awful,
Than when a sinner dies--She named the king.--
Perhaps this writing--By yon favouring lamp
I'll find its meaning, [_Ascending the chapel steps._

_Enter_ Orsino.

_Orsi._ Aided by night
The villain has escaped me. [_Seeing_ Amelrosa,
_who, while reading by the lamp suspended in the
chapel-porch, expresses the most violent agitation_.]
Princess,--Ha!
Why thus alarmed?--[Amelrosa _gives him the paper
in silence, with a look of agony_.] This paper?--Heaven, what's this?
[_Reading._
----"My king, Caesario plots your destruction:
--A mine is formed in the Claudian vaults, beneath
the royal Tower, and which the conspirators
mean to spring this night. This warning
will enable you to defeat their purpose: Accept
it as an atonement for the crimes of the dying
Guzman. The mine is appointed to be sprung
when the clock strikes one."-- [_The letter falls from his hand._

_Amel._ [_Rushing from the chapel in despair_] One, one!--'Tis that
already.--Oh! he's lost!
My father's lost!--Ere we can reach his chamber
'Twill sink in flames!

_Orsi._ That must be tried--Say, princess,
How may I gain admittance to the king,
Nor meet delay?

_Amel._ This signet----[_Giving a ring._]

_Orsi._ 'Tis enough.
Know you the Claudian vaults?

_Amel._ I do.

_Orsi._ Away then;
Reach them with speed: cling round Caesario, kneel,
Weep, threaten, sooth, implore! to rouse his feeli