The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume II Part 122

[148] _Teresa (her eye following Ordonio)._ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[163] do] _do_ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[164] is] _is_ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[167] was] _was_ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[183]

A scathing curse! [_Then, as if recollecting herself, and with a timid look._

Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[After 184] _Teresa (perceiving that Alhadra is conscious she has spoken imprudently)._ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[185] my] _my_ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[188] my] _my_ Editions 2, 3, 1829.

[199] Many and strange! Besides, (_ironically_) I, &c. Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[218-20]

In darkness I remained--counting the bell Which haply told me, that the blessed Sun Was rising on my garden.

Edition 1.

[248] Alpujarras] Alpuxarras Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[249] Alpujarras] Alpuxarras Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[254] _Alvar (interrupting her)._ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[256] you] _you_ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[After 267] [_They advance to the front of the Stage._ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[268] _Alhadra (with scorn)._ He is, &c. Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[After 278] [_TERESA looks round uneasily, but gradually becomes attentive as ALVAR proceeds in the next speech._ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[310] Remorse] REMORSE Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[312]

As the gored lion's _bite_!

_Teresa (shuddering)._ A fearful curse!

Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[313] _Alhadra (fiercely)._ But dreamt, &c. Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[314] _Alvar (his voice trembling, and in tones of deep distress)._ She would, &c. Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[331] wildness] kindness Editions 1, 2, 3.

[338] my] _my_ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[339] Her] _Her_ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[348] him] _him_ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[350] know] _know_ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[352] me] _me_ Editions 1, 2, 3, 1829.

[362] husband] _husband_ Editions 2, 3, 1829.

[After 364] End of the Act First. Editions 1, 2, 3.

ACT II

SCENE I

_A wild and mountainous country. ORDONIO and ISIDORE are discovered, supposed at a little distance from ISIDORE'S house._

_Ordonio._ Here we may stop: your house distinct in view, Yet we secured from listeners.

_Isidore._ Now indeed My house! and it looks cheerful as the cl.u.s.ters Basking in suns.h.i.+ne on yon vine-clad rock, That over-brows it! Patron! Friend! Preserver! 5 Thrice have you saved my life. Once in the battle You gave it me: next rescued me from suicide When for my follies I was made to wander, With mouths to feed, and not a morsel for them: Now but for you, a dungeon's slimy stones 10 Had been my bed and pillow.

_Ordonio._ Good Isidore!

Why this to me? It is enough, you know it.

_Isidore._ A common trick of grat.i.tude, my lord, Seeking to ease her own full heart----

_Ordonio._ Enough!

A debt repaid ceases to be a debt. 15 You have it in your power to serve me greatly.

_Isidore._ And how, my lord? I pray you to name the thing.

I would climb up an ice-glazed precipice To pluck a weed you fancied!

_Ordonio._ Why--that--Lady--