ls of departed pleasures,
Kind words, fond looks, sweet tears, and melting kisses!
Sighs of compassion, drown her anger's voice!
Smooth ye her frown, smiles of delight and love!
Make her but mine once more, and this day crowns me
Monarch of all my soul e'er wished from fate:
Yes, in my wildest dreams I asked but this,
"Love and revenge! A throne and Amelrosa!"--
Retire!--I dread to meet her.

[Henriquez &c. _Exeunt_.

Amelrosa _enters, pale, and leaning on father_ Bazil.--Estella, Inis,
_and ladies follow weeping._

_Amel._ 'Tis enough,
Good father, and one task performed, I'll meet
That hour with joy, which seems to guilt so fearful.
Leave me awhile: Anon, if time allows it,
We'll talk again--Farewell, my friends.

_Inis._ [_Kneeling._] Oh! princess!
Oh! royal victim!

_Amel._ Nay, be calm, my Inis.
Pass a few years, and all had been as now,
Perhaps far worse: Receive this kiss of pardon,
And give it back in heaven!----Farewell!

[_Exeunt_ Estella &c.

_Manent_ Caesario _and_ Amelrosa.

_Caesa._ How grief
Has changed her! Ah! how sunk her eyes! her cheeks
How pale!--She comes!--How shall I bear her anguish!

_Amel._ Not to reproach, for that you sought a life,
Which you well knew I prized above my own;
Not to complain, that when my heart reposed
On you for all its earthly joys, you broke it,
I seek you now: but with true zeal I come
To warn thee, yea with tears implore thee, turn
From those most dangerous paths, which now thou tread'st.
Oh! wake, my husband! Close thy guilty dream;
Be just, be good! be what till how I thought thee!
That when we part (as ere two hours me must)
We may not part forever.

_Caesa._ How to answer,
Or in what words excuse--Could my best blood
Wash out thy knowledge of my fault.--

_Amel._ My knowledge?
And say, on earth none knew it! say thy crime
To eye of man were viewless as the winds,
And secret as the laws which rule the dead:
Could'st hide it from thyself?--Would not he know it,
Whose knowledge more than all thou ought to dread,
His, who knows all things?--Oh! short-sighted mortals!
Oh! vain precautions! Oh! misjudging sense!
Man thinks his secret safe, for no ear heard it!
Man thinks his act unknown, for no eye saw it!
But there was one above both saw and heard,
When neither ear could hear, nor eye could----

_Caesa._ Thou lovely moralist! Oh! take me! school me!
Mould thou my heart, and make it like thine own.

_Amel._ Dost thou speak thus?

_Caesa._