Part 12 (2/2)

Who would imagine that this holy robe, Professing but humility and love, Conceal'd the cavalier, swelling in pride, Seeking revenge, and thirsting for hot blood?

Off with this first disguise! (_Throws off friar's gown._) What then appears?

A fair proportion, more deceiving still.

----In holy garb I fret within my cell, Sigh for the joyous world I have renounced, And spurn the creed which hath immured me there.

When like the chrysalis I 'scape my prison, And range a free and garish b.u.t.terfly, I find the world so hollow, base, and vile, That, in my mood, I hasten back once more, With thoughts of never wand'ring forth again, But, see,--Don Perez comes. I will retire.

[_Gaspar withdraws._

_Enter Perez._

_Perez._ Fool that I am! like some robb'd bird to hover About the nest that's void. Her heart's not mine.

'Tis now three moons that I have sued in vain; Her cas.e.m.e.nt closed by night, her door by day.

O woman, woman! thy mysterious power Chains the whole world, and men are nought but slaves Unto the potent talisman-- If man prove false and treach'rous, he is spurn'd, Contemn'd, and punish'd with resentment just.

To woman faithless still we kneel and sue, For that return our reason holds as worthless.

Well! this shall be my last--for, by yon moon, So oft a witness to my fervent vows, So true an emblem of inconstant beauty, This night I woo her back, or woo no more.

[_Retires; sings to his guitar, unseen; or beckons on chorus._

Ere lady that you close in sleep Those eyes that I would die to view, Think, think on mine that watch and weep, And on my heart that breaks for you!

The sun does not disdain to turn, And on the meanest weed to s.h.i.+ne, That scorch'd up dies, and seems to burn With love, as hopelessly as mine.

One look--one word--hear, hear my call!

O cruel! can you still deny One look,--though it in scorn should fall?

One word,--although it bid me die?

_Perez, coming forward, looking up at the window after pause._

She will not hear, nor bless me with her sight!

_Enter Gaspar in cavalier's dress._

_Gasp._ Well met, Don Perez. Thus I keep my word.

And ”when you least do wish it,” I am here.

Was it well done to send out hired stilettos When you had challenged me to measure swords?

_Perez_ (_aside_). The scoundrels then have miss'd him!

(_Aloud._) Know, Don Gaspar, I do not deem thee worthy of my steel.

But, as we meet--'tis well--defend thyself! (_Draws._)

_Gasp._ Defend _thyself_, Don Perez! Thy best might And skill befriend thee,--else thy life is nought!

(_They fight round. Don Perez falls._)

_Perez._ I'm slain! Don Gaspar, or whoe'er thou art, If thou have Christian charity, seek out Some holy man. (_Gaspar retires._) He's gone!

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