530 SCENES FROM CALDERON'S NINA DE GOMEZ ARIAS. 



CANJERI. Tis vain ! 



Thus to strive and wildly fence, 

 Bind her fast and bear her hence ! 



DOROTHEA. Wilt thou, Heaven, behold my pains ? 

 Tear us not (ah me !) asunder. 

 Hast thou, Heaven, no bolt, no thunder, 



On these monsters' heads to fall ? [A trumpet sounds in the distance. 

 VOICES (behind the scenes). To the mountains ! mountains ! all ! 

 CANJERI. Ha! we're lost! a Christian band 

 Round about the mountain stand ; 

 Let us then our force uniting, 

 To the peak fly without fighting, 

 And with us bear off this beauty : 

 She to-day will serve for booty, 

 And for glorious booty. I 

 Would not wish to see her free. 



DOROTHEA. Heaven, alas, look down on me ! 

 CANJERI. Heaven in vain you pray to fly ! 



[As they are departing DON DIEGO appears in the distance. 

 D. DIEGO. Voices sounded near me now. 

 Ha ! thou grizly Moor there ! halt ! 

 Loose thy hold, or mine assault 

 Soon thy turbaned head shall bow. 



CANJERI. First my life {Trumpet behind the scenes. 

 A MOOR. We dare not stay ! 



We must leave her we must fly ! 



[A troop of Spanish warriors appears. 

 CANJERI. Few we are ! then no delay! 

 Warriors ! Ha ! I must, must I ? 

 For this bright- eyed Christian dame 

 Lose my booty and my fame ! 



[CANJERI and MOORS fly to the mountains, 

 D. DIEGO. Follow me, Senora, now : 

 You I give my knightly word 

 That I feel your piteous case : 

 In my mansion you must tarry, 

 Till your sorrow time shall soothe. 

 These gray hairs shall be your safety, 

 And my daughter your companion, 

 Until heaven shall send relief. 



DOROTHEA. O forgive me, if your goodness 

 I dare not refuse just now. 

 D. DIEGO. Come then ! 

 DOROTHEA. Void of life I go ! 



Hapless, hapless Gomez, yes ! 

 'Twas my love that gave thee death, 

 Dying now the debt I pay. [Exeunt. 



AT THE GATES OF GRANADA. 



Flourish of drums and trumpets. Enter QUEEN ISABELLA, with a brilliant 

 train of Courtiers, Knights, and Ladies. 



QUEEN. Granada, glorious Queen ! 

 Fair shines thy brow on yonder throne serene ! 

 Where to the heavenly vault, 

 Thy gorgeous towers their glittering heads exalt, 

 Each like a blazing star, 



