Come hither, wife. Before the morning breaks
A lengthened journey waits thee. Art prepared?
V:3:61 COUN.
[springing to ALARCOS]
I will not go. Alarcos, dear Alarcos,
Thy look is terrible! What mean these words?
Why should'st thou spare me? Why should Oran die?
The veil that clouds thy mind -- I'll rend it. Tell me --
Yea! I'll know all. A power supports me now --
Defies even thee.
V:3:62 ALAR.
A traitor's troubled tongue
Disturbs thy mind. I tell thee, thou must leave
This castle promptly.
V:3:63 COUN.
Not to Burgos -- say
But that. I will not go. That fatal woman --
Her shadow's on thy soul.
V:3:64 ALAR.
No, not to Burgos.
'Tis not to Burgos that thy journey tends.
The children sleep?
V:3:65 COUN.
Spite of the storm.
V:3:66 ALAR.
Go -- kiss them.
Thou canst not take them with thee. To thy chamber --
Quick to thy chamber.
[The COUNTESS as if about to speak, but ALARCOS stops her.]
Nay, time presses, wife.
[The COUNTESS slowly re-enters her Chamber.]
V:3:67 ALAR.
I am alone -- with Death. And will she look
Serene as this? The visage of a hero
Stamped with a martyred end! Thou noble Moor!
What if thy fate were mine! Thou art at rest:
No dark fulfilment waits o'er thee.
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