_Orsi._ I return to Burgos? For what? To show my scars and hear court ladies Rail at the wars for making men so hideous? To bear the coxcomb's sneer, the minion's fawning, And see fools sweetly smile at my good fortune, Who, when my death was signed, smiled full as sweetly? No, no, I'll none on't. [_Seeing_ Cæsario.] Plagues and fiends! another! More gold and silk; more musk, fair words, and lying! Will these court flies ne'er cease to buz around me? Well, sir, what seek ye here?
_Cæsa._ On lawless power. Ask ye for what? A father's wrongs and mother's murder!
_Orsi._ (_starting._) How! That voice--Let me look on thee well--Those lips, Those eyes--Oh Heaven! those eyes, too! I ne'er saw But one have eyes like thine, an earthly angel, And with the angels now. Fair youth, who art thou?
_Orsi._ It does, youth, Oh! It does; But I'll not trust it; for if false its whispers So sweet, so painful sweet--Dear good youth tell me, Spare a poor broken heart, and tell me quickly Thy father's name.
_Cæsa._ My father! Oh! that was A man indeed, and model for all others! His country's sword, his country's shield, a hero, A demigod; and great as were his actions, So were his wrongs.
_Cæsa._ (_rushing into his arms_) Orsino!
_Orsi._ I have him! hold him here! Death alone parts us. My son! Victoria's son! Come, come, my boy, Kneel at this tomb with me; join thou my suit For the blest dust beneath, and read through tears Here sleeps thy mother. Wandering forth to seek her, Unknown her fate and thine, chance led me hither. I marked yon tablet, read yon piteous lines, Threw those now useless arms forever from me, Sank on Victoria's grave, nor left it more; Yet, yet I died not! Amelrosa's kindness, Which gave me freedom, traced me to this spot, And saved my life, my wretched life, which still I only use to mourn thy loss, Victoria. Know'st thou, my boy, when her eyes closed forever? Whose hand----
_Orsi._ (_grasping_ Cæsario's _hand_) Was't thine?
_Cæsa._ 'Twas mine too raised Yon rustic tomb, and 'twas this cave received her When, desperate at your loss, she fled the court. Here long she sorrowed, here at length she died, Died of a broken heart! Ay weep, my father; For know the king shall pay each tear thou shed'st With drops of blood.