ips and radiant eyes pour round her
Airs of delight and floods of placid glory!
She moves!--She smiles!--She lifts her hand!--She beckons!
World, fare thee well!--Mother, lead on!--I follow!
[_Exit with_ Estella, &c.

_Caesa._ [_Alone._] My brain! my brain!--Oh! I ne'er knew till now,
How well I loved her!--[_Following her._]

_Enter_ Henriquez.

_Hen._ Turn, Caesario, turn!
We're lost! Alfonso lives; e'en now his troops
Assail our walls.

_Caesa._ Confusion! is all hell
Combined----

_Enter_ Melchior.

_Mel._ Betrayed, betrayed! The gates are opened;
The townsmen join our foes; I saw the king
First in the fight.----

_Caesa._ The king?--My brain is burning;
I'll cool it with his blood.--Forth, forth, my sword:
Forth, nor be sheathed till I return thee dyed
With royal gore--Away!

[_Exeunt_ Henriquez, _and_ Melchior; Caesario _is following when_
Amelrosa _shrieks from within: he stops and remains motionless._]

_Amel._ [_Within._] Oh! mercy, mercy!

_Inis._ [_Within._] She dies!

_Estel._ [_Within._] Nay, hold her! hold her down!

_Amel._ [_Within._] Oh! Oh!

[_Solemn requiem chanted within._]

Peace to the parted saint! Pure soul, farewell!

[_The scene closes._]

Scene III.--_A field of battle--alarums--thunder and lightning._

_Soldiers cross the stage fighting._

_Enter_ Orsino.

_Orsi._ Oh! shame, shame, shame!--Sun, thou dost well to hide thee,
Nor light Castile's disgrace.--Oh! I could tear
My flesh for rage!

_Enter_ Ricardo.

_Ricar._ All's lost!--the foe prevails!
What must be done, Orsino?

_Orsi._ Where's the king?

_Ricar._ He fights still.

_Orsi._ Seek him! save him! bid him fly,
Fly with all speed: thou know'st to find his courser.
Away!

_Ricar._ General, thou'rt wounded!

_Orsi._ 'Tis no matter.

_Ricar._ Thou'lt bleed to death.----

_Orsi._ And if I should, I care not:
The king, the king!--Oh! waste no thought on me:
The best of subjects can but lose one life,
But thousands perish when a good king bleeds.
Nay, speed!

_Ricar._ [_Looking out._] See! see! our troops--

_Orsi._ They fly, by heaven!
Turn, turn, ye cowards! 'Tis Orsino calls!
Follow, slaves follow me, and die or conquer!

[_Soldiers enter pursued by_ Henriquez, &c. Orsino _rallies them, and
drives_ Henriquez _back_.]

Scene IV.--_Before the walls of Burgos--The storm continues._

_Enter_ Caesario.

_Caesa._ Shall I ne'er find him? Shall my mother's spirit
Still ask revenge in va