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 {{ppoem|start=follow|end=follow|Should prove the patron of this infidel! The warranter of a Moresco's faith! Now I return.

Alhad.{{em|4}}My Lord, my husband's name Is Isidore.—You may remember it: Three years ago, three years this very week, You left him at Almeria.

Mon.{{em|8}}Palpably false! This very week, three years ago, my lord, (You needs must recollect it by your wound) You were at sea, and there engaged the pirates, The murderers doubtless of your brother Alvar! >>>( looks at {{sc|Monviedro}} with disgust >>>and horror. {{sc|Ordonio'}}s appearance to be >>>collected from what follows.}

Mon. (to and pointing at .) What, is he ill, my Lord? how strange he looks!

Vald. (angrily.)You started on him too abruptly, father! The fate of one, on whom, you know, he doted.

Ordon.(starting as in sudden agitation) O Heavens! I?—I doted? (then recovering himself Yes! I doted on him. >>>( walks to the end of the stage, >>> follows soothing him.)

Ter. (her eye following ) I do not, can not, love him. Is my heart hard? Is my heart hard? that even now the thought Should force itself upon me?—Yet I feel it!

Mon.The drops did start and stand upon his forehead! I will return. In very truth, I grieve To have been the occasion. Ho! attend me, woman!

Alhad. (to .)O gentle lady! make the father stay,}}