The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Vol. I, No. 5, May 1810
Chapter 10
_Enter_ Melchior _with a lamp, as from an inner cavern_.
_Mel._ Hush!--No, he comes not; sure 'tis near the time. A light:--Who's there?--Henriquez.
_Enter_ Henriquez, _lighted by_ Lucio.
_Hen._ Ay, the same.
_Mel._ Now, Lucio, where's thy lord?
_Lucio._ He charged me tell you, He would not fail at one.
_Mel._ The rest wait yonder. Gomez, Sebastian, Marcos, none are wanting: Our chief alone is absent.
_Hen._ He'll not tarry. Lead to the inner vault, I'll wait him there.
[_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Amelrosa.
_Amel._ Those gleams of light: I must be near the place. --Voices!--I'll on--Oh! heaven! I can no further. --I faint!--I die! [_Catching at a fragment of the cave, against which she leans as stupified.--A pause.--The bell strikes one._] Hark! the bell gives the signal. Oh! for a moment's strength.--Hold, murderers hold! [_Rushes off._