Thus do I call the spirit home again,
And wave the slumber backward from her eyes.

[_Makes passes to awaken her, but without
effect after long persistence_.

FATHER.

Impostor! would you mock e'en Death itself,
Calling it sleep!--You see, Death mocks you back.

MAURICE.

In vain! no further seek to blind our fears.

ORAN.

'Tis strange!... stand back, Sirs ... 'tis your influence
Hath neutralized my power--stand off, I say!

[_Continuing the passes in great agitation_.

ROGER.

By Heaven!--It is too much--Let fall the mask!
O villain! you have done your worst at last,
And ta'en the sweetest life in all the land;
But vengeance swift shall follow on your track.

ORAN.