The Castle of Otranto.........................................................................................................................................1

Horace Walpole.......................................................................................................................................1

THE following work was found in the library of an ancient Catholic family in the north of England. It was

printed at Naples, in the black letter, in the year 1529. How much sooner it was written does not appear. The

principal incidents are such as were believed in the darkest ages of Christianity; but the language and conduct

If the story was written near the time when it is supposed to have happened, it must have been between 1095,

the era of the first Crusade, and 1243, the date of the last, or not long afterwards. There is no other

circumstance in the work that can lead us to guess at the period in which the scene is laid: the names of the

actors are evidently fictitious, and probably disguised on purpose: yet the Spanish names of the domestics

seem to indicate that this work was not composed until the establishment of the Arragonian Kings in Naples

had made Spanish appellations familiar in that country. The beauty of the diction, and the zeal of the author

(moderated, however, by singular judgment) concur to make me think that the date of the composition was

little antecedent to that of the impression. Letters were then in their most flourishing state in Italy, and

contributed to dispel the empire of superstition, at that time so forcibly attacked by the reformers. It is not

unlikely that an artful priest might endeavour to turn their own arms on the innovators, and might avail

himself of his abilities as an author to confirm the populace in their ancient errors and superstitions. If this

was his view, he has certainly acted with signal address. Such a work as the following would enslave a

hundred vulgar minds beyond half the books of controversy that have been written from the days of Luther to

This solution of the author's motives is, however, offered as a mere conjecture. Whatever his views were, or

whatever effects the execution of them might have, his work can only be laid before the public at present as a

matter of entertainment. Even as such, some apology for it is necessary. Miracles, visions, necromancy,

dreams, and other preternatural events, are exploded now even from romances. That was not the case when

our author wrote; much less when the story itself is supposed to have happened. Belief in every kind of

prodigy was so established in those dark ages, that an author would not be faithful to the manners of the

times, who should omit all mention of them. He is not bound to believe them himself, but he must represent

If this air of the miraculous is excused, the reader will find nothing else unworthy of his perusal. Allow the

possibility of the facts, and all the actors comport themselves as persons would do in their situation. There is

no bombast, no similes, flowers, digressions, or unnecessary descriptions. Everything tends directly to the

catastrophe. Never is the reader's attention relaxed. The rules of the drama are almost observed throughout

the conduct of the piece. The characters are well drawn, and still better maintained. Terror, the author's

principal engine, prevents the story from ever languishing; and it is so often contrasted by pity, that the mind

Some persons may perhaps think the characters of the domestics too little serious for the general cast of the

story; but besides their opposition to the principal personages, the art of the author is very observable in his

conduct of the subalterns. They discover many passages essential to the story, which could not be well

brought to light but by their NAIVETE and simplicity. In particular, the womanish terror and foibles of

Bianca, in the last chapter, conduce essentially towards advancing the catastrophe.

It is natural for a translator to be prejudiced in favour of his adopted work. More impartial readers may not be

so much struck with the beauties of this piece as I was. Yet I am not blind to my author's defects. I could wish

he had grounded his plan on a more useful moral than this: that "the sins of fathers are visited on their

children to the third and fourth generation." I doubt whether, in his time, any more than at present, ambition

curbed its appetite of dominion from the dread of so remote a punishment. And yet this moral is weakened by

that less direct insinuation, that even such anathema may be diverted by devotion to St. Nicholas. Here the

interest of the Monk plainly gets the better of the judgment of the author. However, with all its faults, I have

no doubt but the English reader will be pleased with a sight of this performance. The piety that reigns

throughout, the lessons of virtue that are inculcated, and the rigid purity of the sentiments, exempt this work

from the censure to which romances are but too liable. Should it meet with the success I hope for, I may be

encouraged to reprint the original Italian, though it will tend to depreciate my own labour. Our language falls

far short of the charms of the Italian, both for variety and harmony. The latter is peculiarly excellent for

simple narrative. It is difficult in English to relate without falling too low or rising too high; a fault obviously

occasioned by the little care taken to speak pure language in common conversation. Every Italian or

Frenchman of any rank piques himself on speaking his own tongue correctly and with choice. I cannot flatter

myself with having done justice to my author in this respect: his style is as elegant as his conduct of the

passions is masterly. It is a pity that he did not apply his talents to what they were evidently proper for the

I will detain the reader no longer, but to make one short remark. Though the machinery is invention, and the

names of the actors imaginary, I cannot but believe that the groundwork of the story is founded on truth. The

scene is undoubtedly laid in some real castle. The author seems frequently, without design, to describe

particular parts. "The chamber," says he, "on the right hand;" "the door on the left hand;" "the distance from

the chapel to Conrad's apartment:" these and other passages are strong presumptions that the author had some

certain building in his eye. Curious persons, who have leisure to employ in such researches, may possibly

discover in the Italian writers the foundation on which our author has built. If a catastrophe, at all resembling

that which he describes, is believed to have given rise to this work, it will contribute to interest the reader,

MANFRED, Prince of Otranto, had one son and one daughter: the latter, a most beautiful virgin, aged

eighteen, was called Matilda. Conrad, the son, was three years younger, a homely youth, sickly, and of no

promising disposition; yet he was the darling of his father, who never showed any symptoms of affection to

Matilda. Manfred had contracted a marriage for his son with the Marquis of Vicenza's daughter, Isabella; and

she had already been delivered by her guardians into the hands of Manfred, that he might celebrate the

Manfred's impatience for this ceremonial was remarked by his family and neighbours. The former, indeed,

apprehending the severity of their Prince's disposition, did not dare to utter their surmises on this

precipitation. Hippolita, his wife, an amiable lady, did sometimes venture to represent the danger of marrying

their only son so early, considering his great youth, and greater infirmities; but she never received any other

answer than reflections on her own sterility, who had given him but one heir. His tenants and subjects were

less cautious in their discourses. They attributed this hasty wedding to the Prince's dread of seeing

accomplished an ancient prophecy, which was said to have pronounced that the castle and lordship of Otranto

"should pass from the present family, whenever the real owner should be grown too large to inhabit it." It was

difficult to make any sense of this prophecy; and still less easy to conceive what it had to do with the

marriage in question. Yet these mysteries, or contradictions, did not make the populace adhere the less to

Young Conrad's birthday was fixed for his espousals. The company was assembled in the chapel of the

Castle, and everything ready for beginning the divine office, when Conrad himself was missing. Manfred,

impatient of the least delay, and who had not observed his son retire, despatched one of his attendants to

summon the young Prince. The servant, who had not stayed long enough to have crossed the court to

Conrad's apartment, came running back breathless, in a frantic manner, his eyes staring, and foaming at the

The company were struck with terror and amazement. The Princess Hippolita, without knowing what was the

matter, but anxious for her son, swooned away. Manfred, less apprehensive than enraged at the

procrastination of the nuptials, and at the folly of his domestic, asked imperiously what was the matter? The

fellow made no answer, but continued pointing towards the courtyard; and at last, after repeated questions

In the meantime, some of the company had run into the court, from whence was heard a confused noise of

shrieks, horror, and surprise. Manfred, who began to be alarmed at not seeing his son, went himself to get

information of what occasioned this strange confusion. Matilda remained endeavouring to assist her mother,

and Isabella stayed for the same purpose, and to avoid showing any impatience for the bridegroom, for

The first thing that struck Manfred's eyes was a group of his servants endeavouring to raise something that

appeared to him a mountain of sable plumes. He gazed without believing his sight.

A volley of voices replied, "Oh! my Lord! the Prince! the Prince! the helmet! the helmet!"

Shocked with these lamentable sounds, and dreading he knew not what, he advanced hastily, but what a

sight for a father's eyes! he beheld his child dashed to pieces, and almost buried under an enormous helmet,

an hundred times more large than any casque ever made for human being, and shaded with a proportionable

The horror of the spectacle, the ignorance of all around how this misfortune had happened, and above all, the

tremendous phenomenon before him, took away the Prince's speech. Yet his silence lasted longer than even

grief could occasion. He fixed his eyes on what he wished in vain to believe a vision; and seemed less

attentive to his loss, than buried in meditation on the stupendous object that had occasioned it. He touched, he

examined the fatal casque; nor could even the bleeding mangled remains of the young Prince divert the eyes

All who had known his partial fondness for young Conrad, were as much surprised at their Prince's

insensibility, as thunderstruck themselves at the miracle of the helmet. They conveyed the disfigured corpse

into the hall, without receiving the least direction from Manfred. As little was he attentive to the ladies who

remained in the chapel. On the contrary, without mentioning the unhappy princesses, his wife and daughter,

the first sounds that dropped from Manfred's lips were, "Take care of the Lady Isabella."

The domestics, without observing the singularity of this direction, were guided by their affection to their

mistress, to consider it as peculiarly addressed to her situation, and flew to her assistance. They conveyed her

to her chamber more dead than alive, and indifferent to all the strange circumstances she heard, except the

Matilda, who doted on her mother, smothered her own grief and amazement, and thought of nothing but

assisting and comforting her afflicted parent. Isabella, who had been treated by Hippolita like a daughter, and

who returned that tenderness with equal duty and affection, was scarce less assiduous about the Princess; at

the same time endeavouring to partake and lessen the weight of sorrow which she saw Matilda strove to

suppress, for whom she had conceived the warmest sympathy of friendship. Yet her own situation could not

help finding its place in her thoughts. She felt no concern for the death of young Conrad, except

commiseration; and she was not sorry to be delivered from a marriage which had promised her little felicity,

either from her destined bridegroom, or from the severe temper of Manfred, who, though he had

distinguished her by great indulgence, had imprinted her mind with terror, from his causeless rigour to such

While the ladies were conveying the wretched mother to her bed, Manfred remained in the court, gazing on

the ominous casque, and regardless of the crowd which the strangeness of the event had now assembled

around him. The few words he articulated, tended solely to inquiries, whether any man knew from whence it

could have come? Nobody could give him the least information. However, as it seemed to be the sole object

of his curiosity, it soon became so to the rest of the spectators, whose conjectures were as absurd and

improbable, as the catastrophe itself was unprecedented. In the midst of their senseless guesses, a young

peasant, whom rumour had drawn thither from a neighbouring village, observed that the miraculous helmet

was exactly like that on the figure in black marble of Alfonso the Good, one of their former princes, in the

"Villain! What sayest thou?" cried Manfred, starting from his trance in a tempest of rage, and seizing the

young man by the collar; "how darest thou utter such treason? Thy life shall pay for it."

The spectators, who as little comprehended the cause of the Prince's fury as all the rest they had seen, were at

a loss to unravel this new circumstance. The young peasant himself was still more astonished, not conceiving

how he had offended the Prince. Yet recollecting himself, with a mixture of grace and humility, he

disengaged himself from Manfred's grip, and then with an obeisance, which discovered more jealousy of

innocence than dismay, he asked, with respect, of what he was guilty? Manfred, more enraged at the vigour,

however decently exerted, with which the young man had shaken off his hold, than appeased by his

submission, ordered his attendants to seize him, and, if he had not been withheld by his friends whom he had

During this altercation, some of the vulgar spectators had run to the great church, which stood near the castle,

and came back openmouthed, declaring that the helmet was missing from Alfonso's statue. Manfred, at this

news, grew perfectly frantic; and, as if he sought a subject on which to vent the tempest within him, he rushed

"Villain! Monster! Sorcerer! 'tis thou hast done this! 'tis thou hast slain my son!"

The mob, who wanted some object within the scope of their capacities, on whom they might discharge their

bewildered reasoning, caught the words from the mouth of their lord, and reechoed

"Ay, ay; 'tis he, 'tis he: he has stolen the helmet from good Alfonso's tomb, and dashed out the brains of our

young Prince with it," never reflecting how enormous the disproportion was between the marble helmet that

had been in the church, and that of steel before their eyes; nor how impossible it was for a youth seemingly

The folly of these ejaculations brought Manfred to himself: yet whether provoked at the peasant having

observed the resemblance between the two helmets, and thereby led to the farther discovery of the absence of

that in the church, or wishing to bury any such rumour under so impertinent a supposition, he gravely

pronounced that the young man was certainly a necromancer, and that till the Church could take cognisance

of the affair, he would have the Magician, whom they had thus detected, kept prisoner under the helmet itself,

which he ordered his attendants to raise, and place the young man under it; declaring he should be kept there

It was in vain for the youth to represent against this preposterous sentence: in vain did Manfred's friends

endeavour to divert him from this savage and illgrounded resolution. The generality were charmed with

their lord's decision, which, to their apprehensions, carried great appearance of justice, as the Magician was to

be punished by the very instrument with which he had offended: nor were they struck with the least

compunction at the probability of the youth being starved, for they firmly believed that, by his diabolic skill,

Manfred thus saw his commands even cheerfully obeyed; and appointing a guard with strict orders to prevent

any food being conveyed to the prisoner, he dismissed his friends and attendants, and retired to his own

chamber, after locking the gates of the castle, in which he suffered none but his domestics to remain.

In the meantime, the care and zeal of the young Ladies had brought the Princess Hippolita to herself, who

amidst the transports of her own sorrow frequently demanded news of her lord, would have dismissed her

attendants to watch over him, and at last enjoined Matilda to leave her, and visit and comfort her father.

Matilda, who wanted no affectionate duty to Manfred, though she trembled at his austerity, obeyed the orders

of Hippolita, whom she tenderly recommended to Isabella; and inquiring of the domestics for her father, was

informed that he was retired to his chamber, and had commanded that nobody should have admittance to him.

Concluding that he was immersed in sorrow for the death of her brother, and fearing to renew his tears by the

sight of his sole remaining child, she hesitated whether she should break in upon his affliction; yet solicitude

for him, backed by the commands of her mother, encouraged her to venture disobeying the orders he had

The gentle timidity of her nature made her pause for some minutes at his door. She heard him traverse his

chamber backwards, and forwards with disordered steps; a mood which increased her apprehensions. She

was, however, just going to beg admittance, when Manfred suddenly opened the door; and as it was now

twilight, concurring with the disorder of his mind, he did not distinguish the person, but asked angrily, who it

Manfred, stepping back hastily, cried, "Begone! I do not want a daughter;" and flinging back abruptly,

She was too well acquainted with her father's impetuosity to venture a second intrusion. When she had a little

recovered the shock of so bitter a reception, she wiped away her tears to prevent the additional stab that the

knowledge of it would give to Hippolita, who questioned her in the most anxious terms on the health of

Manfred, and how he bore his loss. Matilda assured her he was well, and supported his misfortune with

"But will he not let me see him?" said Hippolita mournfully; "will he not permit me to blend my tears with

his, and shed a mother's sorrows in the bosom of her Lord? Or do you deceive me, Matilda? I know how

Manfred doted on his son: is not the stroke too heavy for him? has he not sunk under it? You do not answer

me alas! I dread the worst! Raise me, my maidens; I will, I will see my Lord. Bear me to him instantly:

Matilda made signs to Isabella to prevent Hippolita's rising; and both those lovely young women were using

their gentle violence to stop and calm the Princess, when a servant, on the part of Manfred, arrived and told

"Go," said Hippolita, relieved by a message from her Lord: "Manfred cannot support the sight of his own

family. He thinks you less disordered than we are, and dreads the shock of my grief. Console him, dear

As it was now evening the servant who conducted Isabella bore a torch before her. When they came to

Manfred, who was walking impatiently about the gallery, he started, and said hastily

Then shutting the door impetuously, he flung himself upon a bench against the wall, and bade Isabella sit by

"I sent for you, Lady," said he and then stopped under great appearance of confusion.

"Yes, I sent for you on a matter of great moment," resumed he. "Dry your tears, young Lady you have lost

your bridegroom. Yes, cruel fate! and I have lost the hopes of my race! But Conrad was not worthy of your

"How, my Lord!" said Isabella; "sure you do not suspect me of not feeling the concern I ought: my duty and

"Think no more of him," interrupted Manfred; "he was a sickly, puny child, and Heaven has perhaps taken

him away, that I might not trust the honours of my house on so frail a foundation. The line of Manfred calls

for numerous supports. My foolish fondness for that boy blinded the eyes of my prudence but it is better as

it is. I hope, in a few years, to have reason to rejoice at the death of Conrad."

Words cannot paint the astonishment of Isabella. At first she apprehended that grief had disordered Manfred's

understanding. Her next thought suggested that this strange discourse was designed to ensnare her: she feared

that Manfred had perceived her indifference for his son: and in consequence of that idea she replied

"Good my Lord, do not doubt my tenderness: my heart would have accompanied my hand. Conrad would

have engrossed all my care; and wherever fate shall dispose of me, I shall always cherish his memory, and

"Curse on Hippolita!" cried Manfred. "Forget her from this moment, as I do. In short, Lady, you have missed

a husband undeserving of your charms: they shall now be better disposed of. Instead of a sickly boy, you

shall have a husband in the prime of his age, who will know how to value your beauties, and who may expect

"Alas, my Lord!" said Isabella, "my mind is too sadly engrossed by the recent catastrophe in your family to

think of another marriage. If ever my father returns, and it shall be his pleasure, I shall obey, as I did when I

consented to give my hand to your son: but until his return, permit me to remain under your hospitable roof,

and employ the melancholy hours in assuaging yours, Hippolita's, and the fair Matilda's affliction."

"I desired you once before," said Manfred angrily, "not to name that woman: from this hour she must be a

stranger to you, as she must be to me. In short, Isabella, since I cannot give you my son, I offer you myself."

"Heavens!" cried Isabella, waking from her delusion, "what do I hear? You! my Lord! You! My

fatherinlaw! the father of Conrad! the husband of the virtuous and tender Hippolita!"

"I tell you," said Manfred imperiously, "Hippolita is no longer my wife; I divorce her from this hour. Too

long has she cursed me by her unfruitfulness. My fate depends on having sons, and this night I trust will give

At those words he seized the cold hand of Isabella, who was half dead with fright and horror. She shrieked,

and started from him, Manfred rose to pursue her, when the moon, which was now up, and gleamed in at the

opposite casement, presented to his sight the plumes of the fatal helmet, which rose to the height of the

windows, waving backwards and forwards in a tempestuous manner, and accompanied with a hollow and

rustling sound. Isabella, who gathered courage from her situation, and who dreaded nothing so much as

"Heaven nor Hell shall impede my designs," said Manfred, advancing again to seize the Princess.

At that instant the portrait of his grandfather, which hung over the bench where they had been sitting, uttered

Isabella, whose back was turned to the picture, saw not the motion, nor knew whence the sound came, but

"Hark, my Lord! What sound was that?" and at the same time made towards the door.

Manfred, distracted between the flight of Isabella, who had now reached the stairs, and yet unable to keep his

eyes from the picture, which began to move, had, however, advanced some steps after her, still looking

backwards on the portrait, when he saw it quit its panel, and descend on the floor with a grave and

"Do I dream?" cried Manfred, returning; "or are the devils themselves in league against me? Speak, internal

spectre! Or, if thou art my grandsire, why dost thou too conspire against thy wretched descendant, who too

dearly pays for " Ere he could finish the sentence, the vision sighed again, and made a sign to Manfred to

The spectre marched sedately, but dejected, to the end of the gallery, and turned into a chamber on the right

hand. Manfred accompanied him at a little distance, full of anxiety and horror, but resolved. As he would

have entered the chamber, the door was clapped to with violence by an invisible hand. The Prince, collecting

courage from this delay, would have forcibly burst open the door with his foot, but found that it resisted his

"Since Hell will not satisfy my curiosity," said Manfred, "I will use the human means in my power for

The lady, whose resolution had given way to terror the moment she had quitted Manfred, continued her flight

to the bottom of the principal staircase. There she stopped, not knowing whither to direct her steps, nor how

to escape from the impetuosity of the Prince. The gates of the castle, she knew, were locked, and guards

placed in the court. Should she, as her heart prompted her, go and prepare Hippolita for the cruel destiny that

awaited her, she did not doubt but Manfred would seek her there, and that his violence would incite him to

double the injury he meditated, without leaving room for them to avoid the impetuosity of his passions. Delay

might give him time to reflect on the horrid measures he had conceived, or produce some circumstance in her

favour, if she could for that night, at least avoid his odious purpose. Yet where conceal herself? How

As these thoughts passed rapidly through her mind, she recollected a subterraneous passage which led from

the vaults of the castle to the church of St. Nicholas. Could she reach the altar before she was overtaken, she

knew even Manfred's violence would not dare to profane the sacredness of the place; and she determined, if

no other means of deliverance offered, to shut herself up for ever among the holy virgins whose convent was

contiguous to the cathedral. In this resolution, she seized a lamp that burned at the foot of the staircase, and

The lower part of the castle was hollowed into several intricate cloisters; and it was not easy for one under so

much anxiety to find the door that opened into the cavern. An awful silence reigned throughout those

subterraneous regions, except now and then some blasts of wind that shook the doors she had passed, and

which, grating on the rusty hinges, were reechoed through that long labyrinth of darkness. Every murmur

struck her with new terror; yet more she dreaded to hear the wrathful voice of Manfred urging his domestics

She trod as softly as impatience would give her leave, yet frequently stopped and listened to hear if she was

followed. In one of those moments she thought she heard a sigh. She shuddered, and recoiled a few paces. In

a moment she thought she heard the step of some person. Her blood curdled; she concluded it was Manfred.

Every suggestion that horror could inspire rushed into her mind. She condemned her rash flight, which had

thus exposed her to his rage in a place where her cries were not likely to draw anybody to her assistance. Yet

the sound seemed not to come from behind. If Manfred knew where she was, he must have followed her. She

was still in one of the cloisters, and the steps she had heard were too distinct to proceed from the way she had

come. Cheered with this reflection, and hoping to find a friend in whoever was not the Prince, she was going

to advance, when a door that stood ajar, at some distance to the left, was opened gently: but ere her lamp,

which she held up, could discover who opened it, the person retreated precipitately on seeing the light.

Isabella, whom every incident was sufficient to dismay, hesitated whether she should proceed. Her dread of

Manfred soon outweighed every other terror. The very circumstance of the person avoiding her gave her a

sort of courage. It could only be, she thought, some domestic belonging to the castle. Her gentleness had

never raised her an enemy, and conscious innocence made her hope that, unless sent by the Prince's order to

seek her, his servants would rather assist than prevent her flight. Fortifying herself with these reflections, and

believing by what she could observe that she was near the mouth of the subterraneous cavern, she approached

the door that had been opened; but a sudden gust of wind that met her at the door extinguished her lamp, and

Words cannot paint the horror of the Princess's situation. Alone in so dismal a place, her mind imprinted with

all the terrible events of the day, hopeless of escaping, expecting every moment the arrival of Manfred, and

far from tranquil on knowing she was within reach of somebody, she knew not whom, who for some cause

seemed concealed thereabouts; all these thoughts crowded on her distracted mind, and she was ready to sink

under her apprehensions. She addressed herself to every saint in heaven, and inwardly implored their

At last, as softly as was possible, she felt for the door, and having found it, entered trembling into the vault

from whence she had heard the sigh and steps. It gave her a kind of momentary joy to perceive an imperfect

ray of clouded moonshine gleam from the roof of the vault, which seemed to be fallen in, and from whence

hung a fragment of earth or building, she could not distinguish which, that appeared to have been crushed

inwards. She advanced eagerly towards this chasm, when she discerned a human form standing close against

She shrieked, believing it the ghost of her betrothed Conrad. The figure, advancing, said, in a submissive

Isabella, a little encouraged by the words and tone of voice of the stranger, and recollecting that this must be

"Sir, whoever you are, take pity on a wretched Princess, standing on the brink of destruction. Assist me to

escape from this fatal castle, or in a few moments I may be made miserable for ever."

"Alas!" said the stranger, "what can I do to assist you? I will die in your defence; but I am unacquainted with

"Oh!" said Isabella, hastily interrupting him; "help me but to find a trapdoor that must be hereabout, and it is

Saying a these words, she felt about on the pavement, and directed the stranger to search likewise, for a

"That," said she, "is the lock, which opens with a spring, of which I know the secret. If we can find that, I

may escape if not, alas! courteous stranger, I fear I shall have involved you in my misfortunes: Manfred

will suspect you for the accomplice of my flight, and you will fall a victim to his resentment."

"I value not my life," said the stranger, "and it will be some comfort to lose it in trying to deliver you from his

As she uttered those words, a ray of moonshine, streaming through a cranny of the ruin above, shone directly

"Oh! transport!" said Isabella; "here is the trapdoor!" and, taking out the key, she touched the spring, which,

The stranger obeyed, and beneath appeared some stone steps descending into a vault totally dark.

"We must go down here," said Isabella. "Follow me; dark and dismal as it is, we cannot miss our way; it

leads directly to the church of St. Nicholas. But, perhaps," added the Princess modestly, "you have no reason

to leave the castle, nor have I farther occasion for your service; in a few minutes I shall be safe from

"I will never quit you," said the stranger eagerly, "until I have placed you in safety nor think me, Princess,

The stranger was interrupted by a sudden noise of voices that seemed approaching, and they soon

"Talk not to me of necromancers; I tell you she must be in the castle; I will find her in spite of enchantment."

"Oh, heavens!" cried Isabella; "it is the voice of Manfred! Make haste, or we are ruined! and shut the

Saying this, she descended the steps precipitately; and as the stranger hastened to follow her, he let the door

slip out of his hands: it fell, and the spring closed over it. He tried in vain to open it, not having observed

Isabella's method of touching the spring; nor had he many moments to make an essay. The noise of the falling

door had been heard by Manfred, who, directed by the sound, hastened thither, attended by his servants with

"It must be Isabella," cried Manfred, before he entered the vault. "She is escaping by the subterraneous

What was the astonishment of the Prince when, instead of Isabella, the light of the torches discovered to him

"Traitor!" said Manfred; "how camest thou here? I thought thee in durance above in the court."

"I am no traitor," replied the young man boldly, "nor am I answerable for your thoughts."

"Presumptuous villain!" cried Manfred; "dost thou provoke my wrath? Tell me, how hast thou escaped from

"My poverty," said the peasant calmly, "will disculpate them: though the ministers of a tyrant's wrath, to thee

they are faithful, and but too willing to execute the orders which you unjustly imposed upon them."

"Art thou so hardy as to dare my vengeance?" said the Prince; "but tortures shall force the truth from thee.

Manfred ordered the torches to be held up, and perceived that one of the cheeks of the enchanted casque had

forced its way through the pavement of the court, as his servants had let it fall over the peasant, and had

broken through into the vault, leaving a gap, through which the peasant had pressed himself some minutes

"But what noise was that," said Manfred, "which I heard as I entered the cloister?"

"I am not acquainted with your castle," said the peasant; "this is the first time I ever entered it, and this vault

"But I tell thee," said Manfred (wishing to find out if the youth had discovered the trapdoor), "it was this

"My Lord," interrupted one of them officiously, "to be sure it was the trapdoor, and he was going to make

"Peace, blockhead!" said the Prince angrily; "if he was going to escape, how should he come on this side? I

will know from his own mouth what noise it was I heard. Tell me truly; thy life depends on thy veracity."

"My veracity is dearer to me than my life," said the peasant; "nor would I purchase the one by forfeiting the

"Indeed, young philosopher!" said Manfred contemptuously; "tell me, then, what was the noise I heard?"

"Ask me what I can answer," said he, "and put me to death instantly if I tell you a lie."

Manfred, growing impatient at the steady valour and indifference of the youth, cried

"Well, then, thou man of truth, answer! Was it the fall of the trapdoor that I heard?"

"It was!" said the Prince; "and how didst thou come to know there was a trapdoor here?"

"But what told thee it was a lock?" said Manfred. "How didst thou discover the secret of opening it?"

"Providence, that delivered me from the helmet, was able to direct me to the spring of a lock," said he.

"Providence should have gone a little farther, and have placed thee out of the reach of my resentment," said

Manfred. "When Providence had taught thee to open the lock, it abandoned thee for a fool, who did not know

how to make use of its favours. Why didst thou not pursue the path pointed out for thy escape? Why didst

"I might ask you, my Lord," said the peasant, "how I, totally unacquainted with your castle, was to know that

those steps led to any outlet? but I scorn to evade your questions. Wherever those steps lead to, perhaps I

should have explored the way I could not be in a worse situation than I was. But the truth is, I let the

trapdoor fall: your immediate arrival followed. I had given the alarm what imported it to me whether I

"Thou art a resolute villain for thy years," said Manfred; "yet on reflection I suspect thou dost but trifle with

"That I will show you, my Lord," said the peasant; and, taking up a fragment of stone that had fallen from

above, he laid himself on the trapdoor, and began to beat on the piece of brass that covered it, meaning to

gain time for the escape of the Princess. This presence of mind, joined to the frankness of the youth,

staggered Manfred. He even felt a disposition towards pardoning one who had been guilty of no crime.

Manfred was not one of those savage tyrants who wanton in cruelty unprovoked. The circumstances of his

fortune had given an asperity to his temper, which was naturally humane; and his virtues were always ready

While the Prince was in this suspense, a confused noise of voices echoed through the distant vaults. As the

sound approached, he distinguished the clamours of some of his domestics, whom he had dispersed through

"Yes, I and Diego," interrupted the second, who came up in still greater consternation.

"We do not know," said they both together; "but we are frightened out of our wits."

"Oh! my Lord," said Jaquez, "Diego has seen such a sight! your Highness would not believe our eyes."

"What new absurdity is this?" cried Manfred; "give me a direct answer, or, by Heaven "

"Why, my Lord, if it please your Highness to hear me," said the poor fellow, "Diego and I "

"Did not I forbid you to speak both at a time?" said the Prince: "you, Jaquez, answer; for the other fool seems

"My gracious Lord," said Jaquez, "if it please your Highness to hear me; Diego and I, according to your

Highness's orders, went to search for the young Lady; but being comprehensive that we might meet the ghost

of my young Lord, your Highness's son, God rest his soul, as he has not received Christian burial "

"Sot!" cried Manfred in a rage; "is it only a ghost, then, that thou hast seen?"

"Oh! worse! worse! my Lord," cried Diego: "I had rather have seen ten whole ghosts."

"Grant me patience!" said Manfred; "these blockheads distract me. Out of my sight, Diego! and thou, Jaquez,

tell me in one word, art thou sober? art thou raving? thou wast wont to have some sense: has the other sot

"Why, my Lord," replied Jaquez, trembling, "I was going to tell your Highness, that since the calamitous

misfortune of my young Lord, God rest his precious soul! not one of us your Highness's faithful servants

indeed we are, my Lord, though poor men I say, not one of us has dared to set a foot about the castle, but

two together: so Diego and I, thinking that my young Lady might be in the great gallery, went up there to

"O blundering fools!" cried Manfred; "and in the meantime, she has made her escape, because you were

afraid of goblins! Why, thou knave! she left me in the gallery; I came from thence myself."

"For all that, she may be there still for aught I know," said Jaquez; "but the devil shall have me before I seek

"Recover what?" said Manfred; "am I never to learn what it is has terrified these rascals? but I lose my

"For Heaven's sake, my dear, good Lord," cried Jaquez, "do not go to the gallery. Satan himself I believe is in

Manfred, who hitherto had treated the terror of his servants as an idle panic, was struck at this new

circumstance. He recollected the apparition of the portrait, and the sudden closing of the door at the end of

"My Lord," said Jaquez, "when Diego and I came into the gallery, he went first, for he said he had more

courage than I. So when we came into the gallery we found nobody. We looked under every bench and stool;

"When we came to the door of the great chamber," continued Jaquez, "we found it shut."

"Oh! yes, my Lord; would to Heaven we had not!" replied he "nay, it was not I neither; it was Diego: he

was grown foolhardy, and would go on, though I advised him not if ever I open a door that is shut again "

"Trifle not," said Manfred, shuddering, "but tell me what you saw in the great chamber on opening the door."

"Jaquez," said Manfred, in a solemn tone of voice; "tell me, I adjure thee by the souls of my ancestors, what

"It was Diego saw it, my Lord, it was not I," replied Jaquez; "I only heard the noise. Diego had no sooner

opened the door, than he cried out, and ran back. I ran back too, and said, 'Is it the ghost?' 'The ghost! no, no,'

said Diego, and his hair stood on end 'it is a giant, I believe; he is all clad in armour, for I saw his foot and

part of his leg, and they are as large as the helmet below in the court.' As he said these words, my Lord, we

heard a violent motion and the rattling of armour, as if the giant was rising, for Diego has told me since that

he believes the giant was lying down, for the foot and leg were stretched at length on the floor. Before we

could get to the end of the gallery, we heard the door of the great chamber clap behind us, but we did not dare

turn back to see if the giant was following us yet, now I think on it, we must have heard him if he had

pursued us but for Heaven's sake, good my Lord, send for the chaplain, and have the castle exorcised, for,

"Ay, pray do, my Lord," cried all the servants at once, "or we must leave your Highness's service."

"Peace, dotards!" said Manfred, "and follow me; I will know what all this means."

"We! my Lord!" cried they with one voice; "we would not go up to the gallery for your Highness's revenue."

"Will your Highness," said he, "permit me to try this adventure? My life is of consequence to nobody; I fear

"Your behaviour is above your seeming," said Manfred, viewing him with surprise and admiration

"hereafter I will reward your bravery but now," continued he with a sigh, "I am so circumstanced, that I

Manfred, when he first followed Isabella from the gallery, had gone directly to the apartment of his wife,

concluding the Princess had retired thither. Hippolita, who knew his step, rose with anxious fondness to meet

her Lord, whom she had not seen since the death of their son. She would have flown in a transport mixed of

"My Lord," replied Matilda, who perceived how much his behaviour had shocked her mother, "she has not

"Tell me where she is," said the Prince; "I do not want to know where she has been."

"My good Lord," says Hippolita, "your daughter tells you the truth: Isabella left us by your command, and

has not returned since; but, my good Lord, compose yourself: retire to your rest: this dismal day has

"What, then, you know where she is!" cried Manfred. "Tell me directly, for I will not lose an instant and

you, woman," speaking to his wife, "order your chaplain to attend me forthwith."

"Isabella," said Hippolita calmly, "is retired, I suppose, to her chamber: she is not accustomed to watch at this

late hour. Gracious my Lord," continued she, "let me know what has disturbed you. Has Isabella offended

"Matilda shall call her," said the Princess. "Sit down, my Lord, and resume your wonted fortitude."

"What, art thou jealous of Isabella?" replied he, "that you wish to be present at our interview!"

"Thou wilt know ere many minutes are passed," said the cruel Prince. "Send your chaplain to me, and wait

At these words he flung out of the room in search of Isabella, leaving the amazed ladies thunderstruck with

his words and frantic deportment, and lost in vain conjectures on what he was meditating.

Manfred was now returning from the vault, attended by the peasant and a few of his servants whom he had

obliged to accompany him. He ascended the staircase without stopping till he arrived at the gallery, at the

door of which he met Hippolita and her chaplain. When Diego had been dismissed by Manfred, he had gone

directly to the Princess's apartment with the alarm of what he had seen. That excellent Lady, who no more

than Manfred doubted of the reality of the vision, yet affected to treat it as a delirium of the servant. Willing,

however, to save her Lord from any additional shock, and prepared by a series of griefs not to tremble at any

accession to it, she determined to make herself the first sacrifice, if fate had marked the present hour for their

destruction. Dismissing the reluctant Matilda to her rest, who in vain sued for leave to accompany her

mother, and attended only by her chaplain, Hippolita had visited the gallery and great chamber; and now with

more serenity of soul than she had felt for many hours, she met her Lord, and assured him that the vision of

the gigantic leg and foot was all a fable; and no doubt an impression made by fear, and the dark and dismal

hour of the night, on the minds of his servants. She and the chaplain had examined the chamber, and found

Manfred, though persuaded, like his wife, that the vision had been no work of fancy, recovered a little from

the tempest of mind into which so many strange events had thrown him. Ashamed, too, of his inhuman

treatment of a Princess who returned every injury with new marks of tenderness and duty, he felt returning

love forcing itself into his eyes; but not less ashamed of feeling remorse towards one against whom he was

inwardly meditating a yet more bitter outrage, he curbed the yearnings of his heart, and did not dare to lean

Presuming on the unshaken submission of Hippolita, he flattered himself that she would not only acquiesce

with patience to a divorce, but would obey, if it was his pleasure, in endeavouring to persuade Isabella to give

him her hand but ere he could indulge his horrid hope, he reflected that Isabella was not to be found.

Coming to himself, he gave orders that every avenue to the castle should be strictly guarded, and charged his

domestics on pain of their lives to suffer nobody to pass out. The young peasant, to whom he spoke

favourably, he ordered to remain in a small chamber on the stairs, in which there was a palletbed, and the

key of which he took away himself, telling the youth he would talk with him in the morning. Then dismissing

his attendants, and bestowing a sullen kind of halfnod on Hippolita, he retired to his own chamber.

MATILDA, who by Hippolita's order had retired to her apartment, was illdisposed to take any rest. The

shocking fate of her brother had deeply affected her. She was surprised at not seeing Isabella; but the strange

words which had fallen from her father, and his obscure menace to the Princess his wife, accompanied by the

most furious behaviour, had filled her gentle mind with terror and alarm. She waited anxiously for the return

of Bianca, a young damsel that attended her, whom she had sent to learn what was become of Isabella.

Bianca soon appeared, and informed her mistress of what she had gathered from the servants, that Isabella

was nowhere to be found. She related the adventure of the young peasant who had been discovered in the

vault, though with many simple additions from the incoherent accounts of the domestics; and she dwelt

principally on the gigantic leg and foot which had been seen in the gallerychamber. This last circumstance

had terrified Bianca so much, that she was rejoiced when Matilda told her that she would not go to rest, but

The young Princess wearied herself in conjectures on the flight of Isabella, and on the threats of Manfred to

her mother. "But what business could he have so urgent with the chaplain?" said Matilda, "Does he intend to

"Oh, Madam!" said Bianca, "now I guess. As you are become his heiress, he is impatient to have you

married: he has always been raving for more sons; I warrant he is now impatient for grandsons. As sure as I

live, Madam, I shall see you a bride at last. Good madam, you won't cast off your faithful Bianca: you

"My poor Bianca," said Matilda, "how fast your thoughts amble! I a great princess! What hast thou seen in

Manfred's behaviour since my brother's death that bespeaks any increase of tenderness to me? No, Bianca; his

heart was ever a stranger to me but he is my father, and I must not complain. Nay, if Heaven shuts my

father's heart against me, it overpays my little merit in the tenderness of my mother O that dear mother! yes,

Bianca, 'tis there I feel the rugged temper of Manfred. I can support his harshness to me with patience; but it

"Oh! Madam," said Bianca, "all men use their wives so, when they are weary of them."

"And yet you congratulated me but now," said Matilda, "when you fancied my father intended to dispose of

"I would have you a great Lady," replied Bianca, "come what will. I do not wish to see you moped in a

convent, as you would be if you had your will, and if my Lady, your mother, who knows that a bad husband

is better than no husband at all, did not hinder you. Bless me! what noise is that! St. Nicholas forgive me! I

"It is the wind," said Matilda, "whistling through the battlements in the tower above: you have heard it a

"Nay," said Bianca, "there was no harm neither in what I said: it is no sin to talk of matrimony and so,

Madam, as I was saying, if my Lord Manfred should offer you a handsome young Prince for a bridegroom,

"Thank Heaven! I am in no such danger," said Matilda: "you know how many proposals for me he has

"And you thank him, like a dutiful daughter, do you, Madam? But come, Madam; suppose, tomorrow

morning, he was to send for you to the great council chamber, and there you should find at his elbow a lovely

young Prince, with large black eyes, a smooth white forehead, and manly curling locks like jet; in short,

Madam, a young hero resembling the picture of the good Alfonso in the gallery, which you sit and gaze at for

"Do not speak lightly of that picture," interrupted Matilda sighing; "I know the adoration with which I look at

that picture is uncommon but I am not in love with a coloured panel. The character of that virtuous Prince,

the veneration with which my mother has inspired me for his memory, the orisons which, I know not why,

she has enjoined me to pour forth at his tomb, all have concurred to persuade me that somehow or other my

"Lord, Madam! how should that be?" said Bianca; "I have always heard that your family was in no way

related to his: and I am sure I cannot conceive why my Lady, the Princess, sends you in a cold morning or a

damp evening to pray at his tomb: he is no saint by the almanack. If you must pray, why does she not bid you

address yourself to our great St. Nicholas? I am sure he is the saint I pray to for a husband."

"Perhaps my mind would be less affected," said Matilda, "if my mother would explain her reasons to me: but

it is the mystery she observes, that inspires me with this I know not what to call it. As she never acts from

caprice, I am sure there is some fatal secret at bottom nay, I know there is: in her agony of grief for my

"No," said Matilda, "if a parent lets fall a word, and wishes it recalled, it is not for a child to utter it."

"What! was she sorry for what she had said?" asked Bianca; "I am sure, Madam, you may trust me "

"With my own little secrets when I have any, I may," said Matilda; "but never with my mother's: a child

"Well! to be sure, Madam, you were born to be a saint," said Bianca, "and there is no resisting one's vocation:

you will end in a convent at last. But there is my Lady Isabella would not be so reserved to me: she will let

me talk to her of young men: and when a handsome cavalier has come to the castle, she has owned to me that

"Bianca," said the Princess, "I do not allow you to mention my friend disrespectfully. Isabella is of a cheerful

disposition, but her soul is pure as virtue itself. She knows your idle babbling humour, and perhaps has now

and then encouraged it, to divert melancholy, and enliven the solitude in which my father keeps us "

"Blessed Mary!" said Bianca, starting, "there it is again! Dear Madam, do you hear nothing? this castle is

"Peace!" said Matilda, "and listen! I did think I heard a voice but it must be fancy: your terrors, I suppose,

"Indeed! indeed! Madam," said Bianca, halfweeping with agony, "I am sure I heard a voice."

"Nobody has dared to lie there," answered Bianca, "since the great astrologer, that was your brother's tutor,

drowned himself. For certain, Madam, his ghost and the young Prince's are now met in the chamber below

"I charge you not to stir," said Matilda. "If they are spirits in pain, we may ease their sufferings by

questioning them. They can mean no hurt to us, for we have not injured them and if they should, shall we

be more safe in one chamber than in another? Reach me my beads; we will say a prayer, and then speak to

"Oh! dear Lady, I would not speak to a ghost for the world!" cried Bianca. As she said those words they

heard the casement of the little chamber below Matilda's open. They listened attentively, and in a few

"This can be no evil spirit," said the Princess, in a low voice; "it is undoubtedly one of the family open the

"Thou art a very fool," said Matilda, opening the window gently herself. The noise the Princess made was,

however, heard by the person beneath, who stopped; and they concluded had heard the casement open.

"What stranger?" said she; "and how didst thou come there at this unusual hour, when all the gates of the

"I am not here willingly," answered the voice. "But pardon me, Lady, if I have disturbed your rest; I knew not

that I was overheard. Sleep had forsaken me; I left a restless couch, and came to waste the irksome hours with

gazing on the fair approach of morning, impatient to be dismissed from this castle."

"Thy words and accents," said Matilda, "are of melancholy cast; if thou art unhappy, I pity thee. If poverty

afflicts thee, let me know it; I will mention thee to the Princess, whose beneficent soul ever melts for the

"I am indeed unhappy," said the stranger; "and I know not what wealth is. But I do not complain of the lot

which Heaven has cast for me; I am young and healthy, and am not ashamed of owing my support to myself

yet think me not proud, or that I disdain your generous offers. I will remember you in my orisons, and will

pray for blessings on your gracious self and your noble mistress if I sigh, Lady, it is for others, not for

"Now I have it, Madam," said Bianca, whispering the Princess; "this is certainly the young peasant; and, by

my conscience, he is in love Well! this is a charming adventure! do, Madam, let us sift him. He does not

"Art thou not ashamed, Bianca!" said the Princess. "What right have we to pry into the secrets of this young

man's heart? He seems virtuous and frank, and tells us he is unhappy. Are those circumstances that authorise

"Lord, Madam! how little you know of love!" replied Bianca; "why, lovers have no pleasure equal to talking

"Well, then, let me talk to him," said Bianca; "though I have the honour of being your Highness's maid of

honour, I was not always so great. Besides, if love levels ranks, it raises them too; I have a respect for any

"Peace, simpleton!" said the Princess. "Though he said he was unhappy, it does not follow that he must be in

love. Think of all that has happened today, and tell me if there are no misfortunes but what love causes.

Stranger," resumed the Princess, "if thy misfortunes have not been occasioned by thy own fault, and are

within the compass of the Princess Hippolita's power to redress, I will take upon me to answer that she will

be thy protectress. When thou art dismissed from this castle, repair to holy father Jerome, at the convent

adjoining to the church of St. Nicholas, and make thy story known to him, as far as thou thinkest meet. He

will not fail to inform the Princess, who is the mother of all that want her assistance. Farewell; it is not

"May the saints guard thee, gracious Lady!" replied the peasant; "but oh! if a poor and worthless stranger

might presume to beg a minute's audience farther; am I so happy? the casement is not shut; might I venture to

"Speak quickly," said Matilda; "the morning dawns apace: should the labourers come into the fields and

"I know not how, I know not if I dare," said the Young stranger, faltering; "yet the humanity with which you

"Heavens!" said Matilda, "what dost thou mean? With what wouldst thou trust me? Speak boldly, if thy

"I would ask," said the peasant, recollecting himself, "whether what I have heard from the domestics is true,

"What imports it to thee to know?" replied Matilda. "Thy first words bespoke a prudent and becoming

gravity. Dost thou come hither to pry into the secrets of Manfred? Adieu. I have been mistaken in thee."

Saying these words she shut the casement hastily, without giving the young man time to reply.

"I had acted more wisely," said the Princess to Bianca, with some sharpness, "if I had let thee converse with

"It is not fit for me to argue with your Highness," replied Bianca; "but perhaps the questions I should have

put to him would have been more to the purpose than those you have been pleased to ask him."

"Oh! no doubt," said Matilda; "you are a very discreet personage! May I know what YOU would have asked

"A bystander often sees more of the game than those that play," answered Bianca. "Does your Highness

think, Madam, that this question about my Lady Isabella was the result of mere curiosity? No, no, Madam,

there is more in it than you great folks are aware of. Lopez told me that all the servants believe this young

fellow contrived my Lady Isabella's escape; now, pray, Madam, observe you and I both know that my Lady

Isabella never much fancied the Prince your brother. Well! he is killed just in a critical minute I accuse

nobody. A helmet falls from the moon so, my Lord, your father says; but Lopez and all the servants say that

"Nay, Madam, as you please," cried Bianca; "yet it is very particular though, that my Lady Isabella should be

missing the very same day, and that this young sorcerer should be found at the mouth of the trapdoor. I

"Dare not on thy duty," said Matilda, "to breathe a suspicion on the purity of my dear Isabella's fame."

"Purity, or not purity," said Bianca, "gone she is a stranger is found that nobody knows; you question him

yourself; he tells you he is in love, or unhappy, it is the same thing nay, he owned he was unhappy about

others; and is anybody unhappy about another, unless they are in love with them? and at the very next word,

"To be sure," said Matilda, "thy observations are not totally without foundation Isabella's flight amazes me.

The curiosity of the stranger is very particular; yet Isabella never concealed a thought from me."

"So she told you," said Bianca, "to fish out your secrets; but who knows, Madam, but this stranger may be

some Prince in disguise? Do, Madam, let me open the window, and ask him a few questions."

"No," replied Matilda, "I will ask him myself, if he knows aught of Isabella; he is not worthy I should

converse farther with him." She was going to open the casement, when they heard the bell ring at the

posterngate of the castle, which is on the right hand of the tower, where Matilda lay. This prevented the

After continuing silent for some time, "I am persuaded," said she to Bianca, "that whatever be the cause of

Isabella's flight it had no unworthy motive. If this stranger was accessory to it, she must be satisfied with his

fidelity and worth. I observed, did not you, Bianca? that his words were tinctured with an uncommon infusion

of piety. It was no ruffian's speech; his phrases were becoming a man of gentle birth."

"I told you, Madam," said Bianca, "that I was sure he was some Prince in disguise."

"Yet," said Matilda, "if he was privy to her escape, how will you account for his not accompanying her in her

"As for that, Madam," replied she, "if he could get from under the helmet, he will find ways of eluding your

"You resolve everything into magic," said Matilda; "but a man who has any intercourse with infernal spirits,

does not dare to make use of those tremendous and holy words which he uttered. Didst thou not observe with

what fervour he vowed to remember ME to heaven in his prayers? Yes; Isabella was undoubtedly convinced

"Commend me to the piety of a young fellow and a damsel that consult to elope!" said Bianca. "No, no,

Madam, my Lady Isabella is of another guess mould than you take her for. She used indeed to sigh and lift up

her eyes in your company, because she knows you are a saint; but when your back was turned "

"You wrong her," said Matilda; "Isabella is no hypocrite; she has a due sense of devotion, but never affected

a call she has not. On the contrary, she always combated my inclination for the cloister; and though I own the

mystery she has made to me of her flight confounds me; though it seems inconsistent with the friendship

between us; I cannot forget the disinterested warmth with which she always opposed my taking the veil. She

wished to see me married, though my dower would have been a loss to her and my brother's children. For her

"Then you do think there is some liking between them," said Bianca. While she was speaking, a servant came

hastily into the chamber and told the Princess that the Lady Isabella was found.

"She has taken sanctuary in St. Nicholas's church," replied the servant; "Father Jerome has brought the news

Manfred had risen at the first dawn of light, and gone to Hippolita's apartment, to inquire if she knew aught of

Isabella. While he was questioning her, word was brought that Jerome demanded to speak with him.

Manfred, little suspecting the cause of the Friar's arrival, and knowing he was employed by Hippolita in her

charities, ordered him to be admitted, intending to leave them together, while he pursued his search after

"That is no business of Hippolita," said Manfred with confusion; "let us retire to my chamber, Father, and

"No, my Lord," replied the good man, with an air of firmness and authority, that daunted even the resolute

Manfred, who could not help revering the saintlike virtues of Jerome; "my commission is to both, and with

your Highness's goodliking, in the presence of both I shall deliver it; but first, my Lord, I must interrogate

the Princess, whether she is acquainted with the cause of the Lady Isabella's retirement from your castle."

"No, on my soul," said Hippolita; "does Isabella charge me with being privy to it?"

"Father," interrupted Manfred, "I pay due reverence to your holy profession; but I am sovereign here, and will

allow no meddling priest to interfere in the affairs of my domestic. If you have aught to say attend me to my

chamber; I do not use to let my wife be acquainted with the secret affairs of my state; they are not within a

"My Lord," said the holy man, "I am no intruder into the secrets of families. My office is to promote peace, to

heal divisions, to preach repentance, and teach mankind to curb their headstrong passions. I forgive your

Highness's uncharitable apostrophe; I know my duty, and am the minister of a mightier prince than Manfred.

Manfred trembled with rage and shame. Hippolita's countenance declared her astonishment and impatience to

know where this would end. Her silence more strongly spoke her observance of Manfred.

"The Lady Isabella," resumed Jerome, "commends herself to both your Highnesses; she thanks both for the

kindness with which she has been treated in your castle: she deplores the loss of your son, and her own

misfortune in not becoming the daughter of such wise and noble Princes, whom she shall always respect as

Parents; she prays for uninterrupted union and felicity between you" [Manfred's colour changed]: "but as it is

no longer possible for her to be allied to you, she entreats your consent to remain in sanctuary, till she can

learn news of her father, or, by the certainty of his death, be at liberty, with the approbation of her guardians,

"I shall give no such consent," said the Prince, "but insist on her return to the castle without delay: I am

answerable for her person to her guardians, and will not brook her being in any hands but my own."

"Your Highness will recollect whether that can any longer be proper," replied the Friar.

"I want no monitor," said Manfred, colouring; "Isabella's conduct leaves room for strange suspicions and

that young villain, who was at least the accomplice of her flight, if not the cause of it "

"This is not to be borne!" cried Manfred. "Am I to be bearded in my own palace by an insolent Monk? Thou

"I would pray to heaven to clear up your uncharitable surmises," said Jerome, "if your Highness were not

satisfied in your conscience how unjustly you accuse me. I do pray to heaven to pardon that uncharitableness:

and I implore your Highness to leave the Princess at peace in that holy place, where she is not liable to be

disturbed by such vain and worldly fantasies as discourses of love from any man."

"Cant not to me," said Manfred, "but return and bring the Princess to her duty."

"It is my duty to prevent her return hither," said Jerome. "She is where orphans and virgins are safest from the

snares and wiles of this world; and nothing but a parent's authority shall take her thence."

"She wished to have you for her parent," said the Friar; "but Heaven that forbad that connection has for ever

"Holy farther," said Hippolita, "it is your office to be no respecter of persons: you must speak as your duty

prescribes: but it is my duty to hear nothing that it pleases not my Lord I should hear. Attend the Prince to his

chamber. I will retire to my oratory, and pray to the blessed Virgin to inspire you with her holy counsels, and

Manfred, accompanied by the Friar, passed to his own apartment, where shutting the door, "I perceive,

Father," said he, "that Isabella has acquainted you with my purpose. Now hear my resolve, and obey. Reasons

of state, most urgent reasons, my own and the safety of my people, demand that I should have a son. It is in

vain to expect an heir from Hippolita. I have made choice of Isabella. You must bring her back; and you must

do more. I know the influence you have with Hippolita: her conscience is in your hands. She is, I allow, a

faultless woman: her soul is set on heaven, and scorns the little grandeur of this world: you can withdraw her

from it entirely. Persuade her to consent to the dissolution of our marriage, and to retire into a monastery

she shall endow one if she will; and she shall have the means of being as liberal to your order as she or you

can wish. Thus you will divert the calamities that are hanging over our heads, and have the merit of saying

the principality of Otranto from destruction. You are a prudent man, and though the warmth of my temper

betrayed me into some unbecoming expressions, I honour your virtue, and wish to be indebted to you for the

"The will of heaven be done!" said the Friar. "I am but its worthless instrument. It makes use of my tongue to

tell thee, Prince, of thy unwarrantable designs. The injuries of the virtuous Hippolita have mounted to the

throne of pity. By me thou art reprimanded for thy adulterous intention of repudiating her: by me thou art

warned not to pursue the incestuous design on thy contracted daughter. Heaven that delivered her from thy

fury, when the judgments so recently fallen on thy house ought to have inspired thee with other thoughts, will

continue to watch over her. Even I, a poor and despised Friar, am able to protect her from thy violence I,

sinner as I am, and uncharitably reviled by your Highness as an accomplice of I know not what amours, scorn

the allurements with which it has pleased thee to tempt mine honesty. I love my order; I honour devout souls;

I respect the piety of thy Princess but I will not betray the confidence she reposes in me, nor serve even the

cause of religion by foul and sinful compliances but forsooth! the welfare of the state depends on your

Highness having a son! Heaven mocks the shortsighted views of man. But yestermorn, whose house was

so great, so flourishing as Manfred's? where is young Conrad now? My Lord, I respect your tears but I

mean not to check them let them flow, Prince! They will weigh more with heaven toward the welfare of thy

subjects, than a marriage, which, founded on lust or policy, could never prosper. The sceptre, which passed

from the race of Alfonso to thine, cannot be preserved by a match which the church will never allow. If it is

the will of the Most High that Manfred's name must perish, resign yourself, my Lord, to its decrees; and thus

deserve a crown that can never pass away. Come, my Lord; I like this sorrow let us return to the Princess:

she is not apprised of your cruel intentions; nor did I mean more than to alarm you. You saw with what gentle

patience, with what efforts of love, she heard, she rejected hearing, the extent of your guilt. I know she longs

"Father," said the Prince, "you mistake my compunction: true, I honour Hippolita's virtues; I think her a

Saint; and wish it were for my soul's health to tie faster the knot that has united us but alas! Father, you

know not the bitterest of my pangs! it is some time that I have had scruples on the legality of our union:

Hippolita is related to me in the fourth degree it is true, we had a dispensation: but I have been informed

that she had also been contracted to another. This it is that sits heavy at my heart: to this state of unlawful

wedlock I impute the visitation that has fallen on me in the death of Conrad! ease my conscience of this

burden: dissolve our marriage, and accomplish the work of godliness which your divine exhortations have

How cutting was the anguish which the good man felt, when he perceived this turn in the wily Prince! He

trembled for Hippolita, whose ruin he saw was determined; and he feared if Manfred had no hope of

recovering Isabella, that his impatience for a son would direct him to some other object, who might not be

equally proof against the temptation of Manfred's rank. For some time the holy man remained absorbed in

thought. At length, conceiving some hopes from delay, he thought the wisest conduct would be to prevent the

Prince from despairing of recovering Isabella. Her the Friar knew he could dispose, from her affection to

Hippolita, and from the aversion she had expressed to him for Manfred's addresses, to second his views, till

the censures of the church could be fulminated against a divorce. With this intention, as if struck with the

"My Lord, I have been pondering on what your Highness has said; and if in truth it is delicacy of conscience

that is the real motive of your repugnance to your virtuous Lady, far be it from me to endeavour to harden

your heart. The church is an indulgent mother: unfold your griefs to her: she alone can administer comfort to

your soul, either by satisfying your conscience, or upon examination of your scruples, by setting you at

liberty, and indulging you in the lawful means of continuing your lineage. In the latter case, if the Lady

Manfred, who concluded that he had either overreached the good man, or that his first warmth had been but

a tribute paid to appearance, was overjoyed at this sudden turn, and repeated the most magnificent promises,

if he should succeed by the Friar's mediation. The wellmeaning priest suffered him to deceive himself, fully

"Since we now understand one another," resumed the Prince, "I expect, Father, that you satisfy me in one

point. Who is the youth that I found in the vault? He must have been privy to Isabella's flight: tell me truly, is

he her lover? or is he an agent for another's passion? I have often suspected Isabella's indifference to my son:

a thousand circumstances crowd on my mind that confirm that suspicion. She herself was so conscious of it,

that while I discoursed her in the gallery, she outran my suspicious, and endeavoured to justify herself from

The Friar, who knew nothing of the youth, but what he had learnt occasionally from the Princess, ignorant

what was become of him, and not sufficiently reflecting on the impetuosity of Manfred's temper, conceived

that it might not be amiss to sow the seeds of jealousy in his mind: they might be turned to some use

hereafter, either by prejudicing the Prince against Isabella, if he persisted in that union or by diverting his

attention to a wrong scent, and employing his thoughts on a visionary intrigue, prevent his engaging in any

new pursuit. With this unhappy policy, he answered in a manner to confirm Manfred in the belief of some

connection between Isabella and the youth. The Prince, whose passions wanted little fuel to throw them into a

"I will fathom to the bottom of this intrigue," cried he; and quitting Jerome abruptly, with a command to

remain there till his return, he hastened to the great hall of the castle, and ordered the peasant to be brought

"Thou hardened young impostor!" said the Prince, as soon as he saw the youth; "what becomes of thy boasted

veracity now? it was Providence, was it, and the light of the moon, that discovered the lock of the trapdoor

to thee? Tell me, audacious boy, who thou art, and how long thou hast been acquainted with the Princess

and take care to answer with less equivocation than thou didst last night, or tortures shall wring the truth from

The young man, perceiving that his share in the flight of the Princess was discovered, and concluding that

anything he should say could no longer be of any service or detriment to her, replied

"I am no impostor, my Lord, nor have I deserved opprobrious language. I answered to every question your

Highness put to me last night with the same veracity that I shall speak now: and that will not be from fear of

your tortures, but because my soul abhors a falsehood. Please to repeat your questions, my Lord; I am ready

"You know my questions," replied the Prince, "and only want time to prepare an evasion. Speak directly; who

"I am a labourer at the next village," said the peasant; "my name is Theodore. The Princess found me in the

"I may believe as much or as little as I please of this," said Manfred; "but I will hear thy own story before I

examine into the truth of it. Tell me, what reason did the Princess give thee for making her escape? thy life

"She told me," replied Theodore, "that she was on the brink of destruction, and that if she could not escape

from the castle, she was in danger in a few moments of being made miserable for ever."

"And on this slight foundation, on a silly girl's report," said Manfred, "thou didst hazard my displeasure?"

"I fear no man's displeasure," said Theodore, "when a woman in distress puts herself under my protection."

During this examination, Matilda was going to the apartment of Hippolita. At the upper end of the hall, where

Manfred sat, was a boarded gallery with latticed windows, through which Matilda and Bianca were to pass.

Hearing her father's voice, and seeing the servants assembled round him, she stopped to learn the occasion.

The prisoner soon drew her attention: the steady and composed manner in which he answered, and the

gallantry of his last reply, which were the first words she heard distinctly, interested her in his flavour. His

person was noble, handsome, and commanding, even in that situation: but his countenance soon engrossed

"Heavens! Bianca," said the Princess softly, "do I dream? or is not that youth the exact resemblance of

"This bravado," said he, "surpasses all thy former insolence. Thou shalt experience the wrath with which thou

darest to trifle. Seize him," continued Manfred, "and 'bind him the first news the Princess hears of her

"The injustice of which thou art guilty towards me," said Theodore, "convinces me that I have done a good

deed in delivering the Princess from thy tyranny. May she be happy, whatever becomes of me!"

"This is a lover!" cried Manfred in a rage: "a peasant within sight of death is not animated by such

sentiments. Tell me, tell me, rash boy, who thou art, or the rack shall force thy secret from thee."

"Thou hast threatened me with death already," said the youth, "for the truth I have told thee: if that is all the

encouragement I am to expect for sincerity, I am not tempted to indulge thy vain curiosity farther."

"Bear him away into the courtyard," said Manfred; "I will see his head this instant severed from his body."

"Help! help! the Princess is dead!" Manfred started at this ejaculation, and demanded what was the matter!

The young peasant, who heard it too, was struck with horror, and asked eagerly the same question; but

Manfred ordered him to be hurried into the court, and kept there for execution, till he had informed himself of

the cause of Bianca's shrieks. When he learned the meaning, he treated it as a womanish panic, and ordering

Matilda to be carried to her apartment, he rushed into the court, and calling for one of his guards, bade

The undaunted youth received the bitter sentence with a resignation that touched every heart but Manfred's.

He wished earnestly to know the meaning of the words he had heard relating to the Princess; but fearing to

exasperate the tyrant more against her, he desisted. The only boon he deigned to ask was, that he might be

permitted to have a confessor, and make his peace with heaven. Manfred, who hoped by the confessor's

means to come at the youth's history, readily granted his request; and being convinced that Father Jerome was

now in his interest, he ordered him to be called and shrive the prisoner. The holy man, who had little foreseen

the catastrophe that his imprudence occasioned, fell on his knees to the Prince, and adjured him in the most

solemn manner not to shed innocent blood. He accused himself in the bitterest terms for his indiscretion,

endeavoured to disculpate the youth, and left no method untried to soften the tyrant's rage. Manfred, more

incensed than appeased by Jerome's intercession, whose retraction now made him suspect he had been

imposed upon by both, commanded the Friar to do his duty, telling him he would not allow the prisoner many

"Nor do I ask many, my Lord," said the unhappy young man. "My sins, thank heaven, have not been

numerous; nor exceed what might be expected at my years. Dry your tears, good Father, and let us despatch.

"Oh wretched youth!" said Jerome; "how canst thou bear the sight of me with patience? I am thy murderer! it

"I forgive thee from my soul," said the youth, "as I hope heaven will pardon me. Hear my confession, Father;

"How can I prepare thee for thy passage as I ought?" said Jerome. "Thou canst not be saved without

"I sent for thee to confess him," said Manfred, sternly; "not to plead for him. Thou didst first incense me

"It will! it will!" said the good main, in an agony of sorrow. "Thou and I must never hope to go where this

"Despatch!" said Manfred; "I am no more to be moved by the whining of priests than by the shrieks of

"What!" said the youth; "is it possible that my fate could have occasioned what I heard! Is the Princess then

"Thou dost but remember me of my wrath," said Manfred. "Prepare thee, for this moment is thy last."

The youth, who felt his indignation rise, and who was touched with the sorrow which he saw he had infused

into all the spectators, as well as into the Friar, suppressed his emotions, and putting off his doublet, and

unbuttoning, his collar, knelt down to his prayers. As he stooped, his shirt slipped down below his shoulder,

"Gracious heaven!" cried the holy man, starting; "what do I see? It is my child! my Theodore!"

The passions that ensued must be conceived; they cannot be painted. The tears of the assistants were

suspended by wonder, rather than stopped by joy. They seemed to inquire in the eyes of their Lord what they

ought to feel. Surprise, doubt, tenderness, respect, succeeded each other in the countenance of the youth. He

received with modest submission the effusion of the old man's tears and embraces. Yet afraid of giving a

loose to hope, and suspecting from what had passed the inflexibility of Manfred's temper, he cast a glance

towards the Prince, as if to say, canst thou be unmoved at such a scene as this?

Manfred's heart was capable of being touched. He forgot his anger in his astonishment; yet his pride forbad

his owning himself affected. He even doubted whether this discovery was not a contrivance of the Friar to

"What may this mean?" said he. "How can he be thy son? Is it consistent with thy profession or reputed

"Oh, God!" said the holy man, "dost thou question his being mine? Could I feel the anguish I do if I were not

"Peace!" said Manfred, sternly. "I must know more ere I am disposed to pardon. A Saint's bastard may be no

"Injurious Lord!" said Theodore, "add not insult to cruelty. If I am this venerable man's son, though no

"Yes," said the Friar, interrupting him, "his blood is noble; nor is he that abject thing, my Lord, you speak

him. He is my lawful son, and Sicily can boast of few houses more ancient than that of Falconara. But alas!

my Lord, what is blood! what is nobility! We are all reptiles, miserable, sinful creatures. It is piety alone that

"Truce to your sermon," said Manfred; "you forget you are no longer Friar Jerome, but the Count of

Falconara. Let me know your history; you will have time to moralise hereafter, if you should not happen to

"Mother of God!" said the Friar, "is it possible my Lord can refuse a father the life of his only, his longlost,

child! Trample me, my Lord, scorn, afflict me, accept my life for his, but spare my son!"

"Thou canst feel, then," said Manfred, "what it is to lose an only son! A little hour ago thou didst preach up

resignation to me: MY house, if fate so pleased, must perish but the Count of Falconara "

"Alas! my Lord," said Jerome, "I confess I have offended; but aggravate not an old man's sufferings! I boast

not of my family, nor think of such vanities it is nature, that pleads for this boy; it is the memory of the dear

"Oh! how?" cried Jerome, "tell me no she is happy! Thou art all my care now! Most dread Lord! will

"Return to thy convent," answered Manfred; "conduct the Princess hither; obey me in what else thou

"Oh! my Lord," said Jerome, "is my honesty the price I must pay for this dear youth's safety?"

"For me!" cried Theodore. "Let me die a thousand deaths, rather than stain thy conscience. What is it the

tyrant would exact of thee? Is the Princess still safe from his power? Protect her, thou venerable old man; and

Jerome endeavoured to check the impetuosity of the youth; and ere Manfred could reply, the trampling of

horses was heard, and a brazen trumpet, which hung without the gate of the castle, was suddenly sounded. At

the same instant the sable plumes on the enchanted helmet, which still remained at the other end of the court,

were tempestuously agitated, and nodded thrice, as if bowed by some invisible wearer.

MANFRED'S heart misgave him when he beheld the plumage on the miraculous casque shaken in concert

"Father!" said he to Jerome, whom he now ceased to treat as Count of Falconara, "what mean these portents?

"Unhappy Prince that I am," cried Manfred. "Holy Father! will you not assist me with your prayers?"

"My Lord," replied Jerome, "heaven is no doubt displeased with your mockery of its servants. Submit

yourself to the church; and cease to persecute her ministers. Dismiss this innocent youth; and learn to respect

the holy character I wear. Heaven will not be trifled with: you see " the trumpet sounded again.

"I acknowledge I have been too hasty," said Manfred. "Father, do you go to the wicket, and demand who is at

Jerome, falling on the neck of his son, discharged a flood of tears, that spoke the fulness of his soul.

"I thought," replied the Friar, "your Highness would excuse my thanking you first in this tribute of my heart."

"Go, dearest Sir," said Theodore; "obey the Prince. I do not deserve that you should delay his satisfaction for

"From the Knight of the Gigantic Sabre," said the Herald; "and I must speak with the usurper of Otranto."

Jerome returned to the Prince, and did not fail to repeat the message in the very words it had been uttered.

The first sounds struck Manfred with terror; but when he heard himself styled usurper, his rage rekindled, and

"Usurper! insolent villain!" cried he; "who dares to question my title? Retire, Father; this is no business for

Monks: I will meet this presumptuous man myself. Go to your convent and prepare the Princess's return.

Your son shall be a hostage for your fidelity: his life depends on your obedience."

"Good heaven! my Lord," cried Jerome, "your Highness did but this instant freely pardon my child have

"Heaven," replied Manfred, "does not send Heralds to question the title of a lawful Prince. I doubt whether it

even notifies its will through Friars but that is your affair, not mine. At present you know my pleasure; and

it is not a saucy Herald that shall save your son, if you do not return with the Princess."

It was in vain for the holy man to reply. Manfred commanded him to be conducted to the posterngate, and

shut out from the castle. And he ordered some of his attendants to carry Theodore to the top of the black

tower, and guard him strictly; scarce permitting the father and son to exchange a hasty embrace at parting. He

then withdrew to the hall, and seating himself in princely state, ordered the Herald to be admitted to his

"I come," replied he, "to thee, Manfred, usurper of the principality of Otranto, from the renowned and

invincible Knight, the Knight of the Gigantic Sabre: in the name of his Lord, Frederic, Marquis of Vicenza,

he demands the Lady Isabella, daughter of that Prince, whom thou hast basely and traitorously got into thy

power, by bribing her false guardians during his absence; and he requires thee to resign the principality of

Otranto, which thou hast usurped from the said Lord Frederic, the nearest of blood to the last rightful Lord,

Alfonso the Good. If thou dost not instantly comply with these just demands, he defies thee to single combat

"At the distance of a league," said the Herald: "he comes to make good his Lord's claim against thee, as he is

Injurious as this challenge was, Manfred reflected that it was not his interest to provoke the Marquis. He

knew how well founded the claim of Frederic was; nor was this the first time he had heard of it. Frederic's

ancestors had assumed the style of Princes of Otranto, from the death of Alfonso the Good without issue; but

Manfred, his father, and grandfather, had been too powerful for the house of Vicenza to dispossess them.

Frederic, a martial and amorous young Prince, had married a beautiful young lady, of whom he was

enamoured, and who had died in childbed of Isabella. Her death affected him so much that he had taken the

cross and gone to the Holy Land, where he was wounded in an engagement against the infidels, made

prisoner, and reported to be dead. When the news reached Manfred's ears, he bribed the guardians of the

Lady Isabella to deliver her up to him as a bride for his son Conrad, by which alliance he had proposed to

unite the claims of the two houses. This motive, on Conrad's death, had cooperated to make him so suddenly

resolve on espousing her himself; and the same reflection determined him now to endeavour at obtaining the

consent of Frederic to this marriage. A like policy inspired him with the thought of inviting Frederic's

champion into the castle, lest he should be informed of Isabella's flight, which he strictly enjoined his

"Herald," said Manfred, as soon as he had digested these reflections, "return to thy master, and tell him, ere

we liquidate our differences by the sword, Manfred would hold some converse with him. Bid him welcome to

my castle, where by my faith, as I am a true Knight, he shall have courteous reception, and full security for

himself and followers. If we cannot adjust our quarrel by amicable means, I swear he shall depart in safety,

and shall have full satisfaction according to the laws of arms: So help me God and His holy Trinity!"

During this interview Jerome's mind was agitated by a thousand contrary passions. He trembled for the life of

his son, and his first thought was to persuade Isabella to return to the castle. Yet he was scarce less alarmed at

the thought of her union with Manfred. He dreaded Hippolita's unbounded submission to the will of her Lord;

and though he did not doubt but he could alarm her piety not to consent to a divorce, if he could get access to

her; yet should Manfred discover that the obstruction came from him, it might be equally fatal to Theodore.

He was impatient to know whence came the Herald, who with so little management had questioned the title

of Manfred: yet he did not dare absent himself from the convent, lest Isabella should leave it, and her flight

be imputed to him. He returned disconsolately to the monastery, uncertain on what conduct to resolve. A

"Alas! brother, is it then true that we have lost our excellent Princess Hippolita?"

The holy man started, and cried, "What meanest thou, brother? I come this instant from the castle, and left her

"Martelli," replied the other Friar, "passed by the convent but a quarter of an hour ago on his way from the

castle, and reported that her Highness was dead. All our brethren are gone to the chapel to pray for her happy

transit to a better life, and willed me to wait thy arrival. They know thy holy attachment to that good Lady,

and are anxious for the affliction it will cause in thee indeed we have all reason to weep; she was a mother

to our house. But this life is but a pilgrimage; we must not murmur we shall all follow her! May our end be

"Good brother, thou dreamest," said Jerome. "I tell thee I come from the castle, and left the Princess well.

"Poor Gentlewoman!" replied the Friar; "I told her the sad news, and offered her spiritual comfort. I reminded

her of the transitory condition of mortality, and advised her to take the veil: I quoted the example of the holy

"Thy zeal was laudable," said Jerome, impatiently; "but at present it was unnecessary: Hippolita is well at

least I trust in the Lord she is; I heard nothing to the contrary yet, methinks, the Prince's earnestness Well,

"I know not," said the Friar; "she wept much, and said she would retire to her chamber."

Jerome left his comrade abruptly, and hastened to the Princess, but she was not in her chamber. He inquired

of the domestics of the convent, but could learn no news of her. He searched in vain throughout the

monastery and the church, and despatched messengers round the neighbourhood, to get intelligence if she had

been seen; but to no purpose. Nothing could equal the good man's perplexity. He judged that Isabella,

suspecting Manfred of having precipitated his wife's death, had taken the alarm, and withdrawn herself to

some more secret place of concealment. This new flight would probably carry the Prince's fury to the height.

The report of Hippolita's death, though it seemed almost incredible, increased his consternation; and though

Isabella's escape bespoke her aversion of Manfred for a husband, Jerome could feel no comfort from it, while

it endangered the life of his son. He determined to return to the castle, and made several of his brethren

accompany him to attest his innocence to Manfred, and, if necessary, join their intercession with his for

The Prince, in the meantime, had passed into the court, and ordered the gates of the castle to be flung open

for the reception of the stranger Knight and his train. In a few minutes the cavalcade arrived. First came two

harbingers with wands. Next a herald, followed by two pages and two trumpets. Then a hundred footguards.

These were attended by as many horse. After them fifty footmen, clothed in scarlet and black, the colours of

the Knight. Then a led horse. Two heralds on each side of a gentleman on horseback bearing a banner with

the arms of Vicenza and Otranto quarterly a circumstance that much offended Manfred but he stifled his

resentment. Two more pages. The Knight's confessor telling his beads. Fifty more footmen clad as before.

Two Knights habited in complete armour, their beavers down, comrades to the principal Knight. The squires

of the two Knights, carrying their shields and devices. The Knight's own squire. A hundred gentlemen

bearing an enormous sword, and seeming to faint under the weight of it. The Knight himself on a chestnut

steed, in complete armour, his lance in the rest, his face entirely concealed by his vizor, which was

surmounted by a large plume of scarlet and black feathers. Fifty footguards with drums and trumpets closed

the procession, which wheeled off to the right and left to make room for the principal Knight.

As soon as he approached the gate he stopped; and the herald advancing, read again the words of the

challenge. Manfred's eyes were fixed on the gigantic sword, and he scarce seemed to attend to the cartel: but

his attention was soon diverted by a tempest of wind that rose behind him. He turned and beheld the Plumes

of the enchanted helmet agitated in the same extraordinary manner as before. It required intrepidity like

Manfred's not to sink under a concurrence of circumstances that seemed to announce his fate. Yet scorning in

the presence of strangers to betray the courage he had always manifested, he said boldly

"Sir Knight, whoever thou art, I bid thee welcome. If thou art of mortal mould, thy valour shall meet its

equal: and if thou art a true Knight, thou wilt scorn to employ sorcery to carry thy point. Be these omens from

heaven or hell, Manfred trusts to the righteousness of his cause and to the aid of St. Nicholas, who has ever

protected his house. Alight, Sir Knight, and repose thyself. Tomorrow thou shalt have a fair field, and

The Knight made no reply, but dismounting, was conducted by Manfred to the great hall of the castle. As

they traversed the court, the Knight stopped to gaze on the miraculous casque; and kneeling down, seemed to

pray inwardly for some minutes. Rising, he made a sign to the Prince to lead on. As soon as they entered the

hall, Manfred proposed to the stranger to disarm, but the Knight shook his head in token of refusal.

"Sir Knight," said Manfred, "this is not courteous, but by my good faith I will not cross thee, nor shalt thou

have cause to complain of the Prince of Otranto. No treachery is designed on my part; I hope none is intended

on thine; here take my gage" (giving him his ring): "your friends and you shall enjoy the laws of hospitality.

Rest here until refreshments are brought. I will but give orders for the accommodation of your train, and

return to you." The three Knights bowed as accepting his courtesy. Manfred directed the stranger's retinue to

be conducted to an adjacent hospital, founded by the Princess Hippolita for the reception of pilgrims. As they

made the circuit of the court to return towards the gate, the gigantic sword burst from the supporters, and

falling to the ground opposite to the helmet, remained immovable. Manfred, almost hardened to preternatural

appearances, surmounted the shock of this new prodigy; and returning to the hall, where by this time the feast

was ready, he invited his silent guests to take their places. Manfred, however ill his heart was at ease,

endeavoured to inspire the company with mirth. He put several questions to them, but was answered only by

signs. They raised their vizors but sufficiently to feed themselves, and that sparingly.

"Sirs" said the Prince, "ye are the first guests I ever treated within these walls who scorned to hold any

intercourse with me: nor has it oft been customary, I ween, for princes to hazard their state and dignity

against strangers and mutes. You say you come in the name of Frederic of Vicenza; I have ever heard that he

was a gallant and courteous Knight; nor would he, I am bold to say, think it beneath him to mix in social

converse with a Prince that is his equal, and not unknown by deeds in arms. Still ye are silent well! be it as

it may by the laws of hospitality and chivalry ye are masters under this roof: ye shall do your pleasure. But

come, give me a goblet of wine; ye will not refuse to pledge me to the healths of your fair mistresses."

"Sir Knight," said Manfred, "what I said was but in sport. I shall constrain you in nothing: use your good

liking. Since mirth is not your mood, let us be sad. Business may hit your fancies better. Let us withdraw, and

hear if what I have to unfold may be better relished than the vain efforts I have made for your pastime."

Manfred then conducting the three Knights into an inner chamber, shut the door, and inviting them to be

"You come, Sir Knight, as I understand, in the name of the Marquis of Vicenza, to redemand the Lady

Isabella, his daughter, who has been contracted in the face of Holy Church to my son, by the consent of her

legal guardians; and to require me to resign my dominions to your Lord, who gives himself for the nearest of

blood to Prince Alfonso, whose soul God rest! I shall speak to the latter article of your demands first. You

must know, your Lord knows, that I enjoy the principality of Otranto from my father, Don Manuel, as he

received it from his father, Don Ricardo. Alfonso, their predecessor, dying childless in the Holy Land,

bequeathed his estates to my grandfather, Don Ricardo, in consideration of his faithful services." The stranger

"Sir Knight," said Manfred, warmly, "Ricardo was a valiant and upright man; he was a pious man; witness

his munificent foundation of the adjoining church and two converts. He was peculiarly patronised by St.

Nicholas my grandfather was incapable I say, Sir, Don Ricardo was incapable excuse me, your

interruption has disordered me. I venerate the memory of my grandfather. Well, Sirs, he held this estate; he

held it by his good sword and by the favour of St. Nicholas so did my father; and so, Sirs, will I, come what

come will. But Frederic, your Lord, is nearest in blood. I have consented to put my title to the issue of the

sword. Does that imply a vicious title? I might have asked, where is Frederic your Lord? Report speaks him

dead in captivity. You say, your actions say, he lives I question it not I might, Sirs, I might but I do not.

Other Princes would bid Frederic take his inheritance by force, if he can: they would not stake their dignity

on a single combat: they would not submit it to the decision of unknown mutes! pardon me, gentlemen, I

am too warm: but suppose yourselves in my situation: as ye are stout Knights, would it not move your choler

"But to the point. Ye require me to deliver up the Lady Isabella. Sirs, I must ask if ye are authorised to

"Receive her," continued Manfred; "well, you are authorised to receive her, but, gentle Knight, may I ask if

"'Tis well," said Manfred; "then hear what I have to offer. Ye see, gentlemen, before you, the most unhappy

of men!" (he began to weep); "afford me your compassion; I am entitled to it, indeed I am. Know, I have lost

"Afford me your patience," said Manfred. "I rejoice to find, by this testimony of your goodwill, that this

matter may be adjusted without blood. It is no interest of mine dictates what little I have farther to say. Ye

behold in me a man disgusted with the world: the loss of my son has weaned me from earthly cares. Power

and greatness have no longer any charms in my eyes. I wished to transmit the sceptre I had received from my

ancestors with honour to my son but that is over! Life itself is so indifferent to me, that I accepted your

defiance with joy. A good Knight cannot go to the grave with more satisfaction than when falling in his

vocation: whatever is the will of heaven, I submit; for alas! Sirs, I am a man of many sorrows. Manfred is no

"Is it possible, Sirs," continued the Prince, "that my story should be a secret to you? Have you heard nothing

"No! Thus, then, Sirs, it is. You think me ambitious: ambition, alas! is composed of more rugged materials. If

I were ambitious, I should not for so many years have been a prey to all the hell of conscientious scruples.

But I weary your patience: I will be brief. Know, then, that I have long been troubled in mind on my union

with the Princess Hippolita. Oh! Sirs, if ye were acquainted with that excellent woman! if ye knew that I

adore her like a mistress, and cherish her as a friend but man was not born for perfect happiness! She shares

my scruples, and with her consent I have brought this matter before the church, for we are related within the

forbidden degrees. I expect every hour the definitive sentence that must separate us for ever I am sure you

"The death of my son betiding while my soul was under this anxiety, I thought of nothing but resigning my

dominions, and retiring for ever from the sight of mankind. My only difficulty was to fix on a successor, who

would be tender of my people, and to dispose of the Lady Isabella, who is dear to me as my own blood. I was

willing to restore the line of Alfonso, even in his most distant kindred. And though, pardon me, I am satisfied

it was his will that Ricardo's lineage should take place of his own relations; yet where was I to search for

those relations? I knew of none but Frederic, your Lord; he was a captive to the infidels, or dead; and were he

living, and at home, would he quit the flourishing State of Vicenza for the inconsiderable principality of

Otranto? If he would not, could I bear the thought of seeing a hard, unfeeling, Viceroy set over my poor

faithful people? for, Sirs, I love my people, and thank heaven am beloved by them. But ye will ask whither

tends this long discourse? Briefly, then, thus, Sirs. Heaven in your arrival seems to point out a remedy for

these difficulties and my misfortunes. The Lady Isabella is at liberty; I shall soon be so. I would submit to

anything for the good of my people. Were it not the best, the only way to extinguish the feuds between our

families, if I was to take the Lady Isabella to wife? You start. But though Hippolita's virtues will ever be dear

to me, a Prince must not consider himself; he is born for his people." A servant at that instant entering the

chamber apprised Manfred that Jerome and several of his brethren demanded immediate access to him.

The Prince, provoked at this interruption, and fearing that the Friar would discover to the strangers that

Isabella had taken sanctuary, was going to forbid Jerome's entrance. But recollecting that he was certainly

arrived to notify the Princess's return, Manfred began to excuse himself to the Knights for leaving them for a

few moments, but was prevented by the arrival of the Friars. Manfred angrily reprimanded them for their

intrusion, and would have forced them back from the chamber; but Jerome was too much agitated to be

repulsed. He declared aloud the flight of Isabella, with protestations of his own innocence.

Manfred, distracted at the news, and not less at its coming to the knowledge of the strangers, uttered nothing

but incoherent sentences, now upbraiding the Friar, now apologising to the Knights, earnest to know what

was become of Isabella, yet equally afraid of their knowing; impatient to pursue her, yet dreading to have

them join in the pursuit. He offered to despatch messengers in quest of her, but the chief Knight, no longer

keeping silence, reproached Manfred in bitter terms for his dark and ambiguous dealing, and demanded the

cause of Isabella's first absence from the castle. Manfred, casting a stern look at Jerome, implying a command

of silence, pretended that on Conrad's death he had placed her in sanctuary until he could determine how to

dispose of her. Jerome, who trembled for his son's life, did not dare contradict this falsehood, but one of his

brethren, not under the same anxiety, declared frankly that she had fled to their church in the preceding night.

The Prince in vain endeavoured to stop this discovery, which overwhelmed him with shame and confusion.

The principal stranger, amazed at the contradictions he heard, and more than half persuaded that Manfred had

secreted the Princess, notwithstanding the concern he expressed at her flight, rushing to the door, said

Manfred endeavoured to hold him, but the other Knights assisting their comrade, he broke from the Prince,

and hastened into the court, demanding his attendants. Manfred, finding it vain to divert him from the pursuit,

offered to accompany him and summoning his attendants, and taking Jerome and some of the Friars to guide

them, they issued from the castle; Manfred privately giving orders to have the Knight's company secured,

while to the knight he affected to despatch a messenger to require their assistance.

The company had no sooner quitted the castle than Matilda, who felt herself deeply interested for the young

peasant, since she had seen him condemned to death in the hall, and whose thoughts had been taken up with

concerting measures to save him, was informed by some of the female attendants that Manfred had

despatched all his men various ways in pursuit of Isabella. He had in his hurry given this order in general

terms, not meaning to extend it to the guard he had set upon Theodore, but forgetting it. The domestics,

officious to obey so peremptory a Prince, and urged by their own curiosity and love of novelty to join in any

precipitate chase, had to a man left the castle. Matilda disengaged herself from her women, stole up to the

black tower, and unbolting the door, presented herself to the astonished Theodore.

"Young man," said she, "though filial duty and womanly modesty condemn the step I am taking, yet holy

charity, surmounting all other ties, justifies this act. Fly; the doors of thy prison are open: my father and his

domestics are absent; but they may soon return. Be gone in safety; and may the angels of heaven direct thy

"Thou art surely one of those angels!" said the enraptured Theodore: "none but a blessed saint could speak,

could act could look like thee. May I not know the name of my divine protectress? Methought thou

namedst thy father. Is it possible? Can Manfred's blood feel holy pity! Lovely Lady, thou answerest not. But

how art thou here thyself? Why dost thou neglect thy own safety, and waste a thought on a wretch like

Theodore? Let us fly together: the life thou bestowest shall be dedicated to thy defence."

"Alas! thou mistakest," said Matilda, signing: "I am Manfred's daughter, but no dangers await me."

"Amazement!" said Theodore; "but last night I blessed myself for yielding thee the service thy gracious

"Still thou art in an error," said the Princess; "but this is no time for explanation. Fly, virtuous youth, while it

is in my power to save thee: should my father return, thou and I both should indeed have cause to tremble."

"How!" said Theodore; "thinkest thou, charming maid, that I will accept of life at the hazard of aught

"I run no risk," said Matilda, "but by thy delay. Depart; it cannot be known that I have assisted thy flight."

"Swear by the saints above," said Theodore, "that thou canst not be suspected; else here I vow to await

"Oh! thou art too generous," said Matilda; "but rest assured that no suspicion can alight on me."

"Give me thy beauteous hand in token that thou dost not deceive me," said Theodore; "and let me bathe it

"Alas!" said Theodore, "I have never known but calamity until this hour perhaps shall never know other

fortune again: suffer the chaste raptures of holy gratitude: 'tis my soul would print its effusions on thy hand."

"Forbear, and be gone," said Matilda. "How would Isabella approve of seeing thee at my feet?"

"Ah, me! I fear," said the Princess, "I am serving a deceitful one. Hast thou forgot thy curiosity this

"Thy looks, thy actions, all thy beauteous self seem an emanation of divinity," said Theodore; "but thy words

"Thou understandest but too well!" said Matilda; "but once more I command thee to be gone: thy blood,

which I may preserve, will be on my head, if I waste the time in vain discourse."

"I go, Lady," said Theodore, "because it is thy will, and because I would not bring the grey hairs of my father

"Stay," said Matilda; "I will conduct thee to the subterraneous vault by which Isabella escaped; it will lead

"What!" said Theodore, "was it another, and not thy lovely self that I assisted to find the subterraneous

"It was," said Matilda; "but ask no more; I tremble to see thee still abide here; fly to the sanctuary."

"To sanctuary," said Theodore; "no, Princess; sanctuaries are for helpless damsels, or for criminals.

Theodore's soul is free from guilt, nor will wear the appearance of it. Give me a sword, Lady, and thy father

"Rash youth!" said Matilda; "thou wouldst not dare to lift thy presumptuous arm against the Prince of

"Not against thy father; indeed, I dare not," said Theodore. "Excuse me, Lady; I had forgotten. But could I

gaze on thee, and remember thou art sprung from the tyrant Manfred! But he is thy father, and from this

A deep and hollow groan, which seemed to come from above, startled the Princess and Theodore.

"Good heaven! we are overheard!" said the Princess. They listened; but perceiving no further noise, they both

concluded it the effect of pentup vapours. And the Princess, preceding Theodore softly, carried him to her

father's armoury, where, equipping him with a complete suit, he was conducted by Matilda to the

"Avoid the town," said the Princess, "and all the western side of the castle. 'Tis there the search must be

making by Manfred and the strangers; but hie thee to the opposite quarter. Yonder behind that forest to the

east is a chain of rocks, hollowed into a labyrinth of caverns that reach to the sea coast. There thou mayst lie

concealed, till thou canst make signs to some vessel to put on shore, and take thee off. Go! heaven be thy

Theodore flung himself at her feet, and seizing her lily hand, which with struggles she suffered him to kiss,

he vowed on the earliest opportunity to get himself knighted, and fervently entreated her permission to swear

himself eternally her knight. Ere the Princess could reply, a clap of thunder was suddenly heard that shook

the battlements. Theodore, regardless of the tempest, would have urged his suit: but the Princess, dismayed,

retreated hastily into the castle, and commanded the youth to be gone with an air that would not be disobeyed.

He sighed, and retired, but with eyes fixed on the gate, until Matilda, closing it, put an end to an interview, in

which the hearts of both had drunk so deeply of a passion, which both now tasted for the first time.

Theodore went pensively to the convent, to acquaint his father with his deliverance. There he learned the

absence of Jerome, and the pursuit that was making after the Lady Isabella, with some particulars of whose

story he now first became acquainted. The generous gallantry of his nature prompted him to wish to assist

her; but the Monks could lend him no lights to guess at the route she had taken. He was not tempted to

wander far in search of her, for the idea of Matilda had imprinted itself so strongly on his heart, that he could

not bear to absent himself at much distance from her abode. The tenderness Jerome had expressed for him

concurred to confirm this reluctance; and he even persuaded himself that filial affection was the chief cause

Until Jerome should return at night, Theodore at length determined to repair to the forest that Matilda had

pointed out to him. Arriving there, he sought the gloomiest shades, as best suited to the pleasing melancholy

that reigned in his mind. In this mood he roved insensibly to the caves which had formerly served as a retreat

to hermits, and were now reported round the country to be haunted by evil spirits. He recollected to have

heard this tradition; and being of a brave and adventurous disposition, he willingly indulged his curiosity in

exploring the secret recesses of this labyrinth. He had not penetrated far before he thought he heard the steps

Theodore, though firmly grounded in all our holy faith enjoins to be believed, had no apprehension that good

men were abandoned without cause to the malice of the powers of darkness. He thought the place more likely

to be infested by robbers than by those infernal agents who are reported to molest and bewilder travellers. He

had long burned with impatience to approve his valour. Drawing his sabre, he marched sedately onwards, still

directing his steps as the imperfect rustling sound before him led the way. The armour he wore was a like

indication to the person who avoided him. Theodore, now convinced that he was not mistaken, redoubled his

pace, and evidently gained on the person that fled, whose haste increasing, Theodore came up just as a

woman fell breathless before him. He hasted to raise her, but her terror was so great that he apprehended she

would faint in his arms. He used every gentle word to dispel her alarms, and assured her that far from

injuring, he would defend her at the peril of his life. The Lady recovering her spirits from his courteous

"Not to my knowledge," replied Theodore; "unless, as I conjecture, thou art the Lady Isabella."

"Merciful heaven!" cried she. "Thou art not sent in quest of me, art thou?" And saying those words, she threw

"To Manfred!" cried Theodore "no, Lady; I have once already delivered thee from his tyranny, and it shall

"Is it possible," said she, "that thou shouldst be the generous unknown whom I met last night in the vault of

the castle? Sure thou art not a mortal, but my guardian angel. On my knees, let me thank "

"Hold! gentle Princess," said Theodore, "nor demean thyself before a poor and friendless young man. If

heaven has selected me for thy deliverer, it will accomplish its work, and strengthen my arm in thy cause. But

come, Lady, we are too near the mouth of the cavern; let us seek its inmost recesses. I can have no

"Alas! what mean you, sir?" said she. "Though all your actions are noble, though your sentiments speak the

purity of your soul, is it fitting that I should accompany you alone into these perplexed retreats? Should we be

"I respect your virtuous delicacy," said Theodore; "nor do you harbour a suspicion that wounds my honour. I

meant to conduct you into the most private cavity of these rocks, and then at the hazard of my life to guard

their entrance against every living thing. Besides, Lady," continued he, drawing a deep sigh, "beauteous and

all perfect as your form is, and though my wishes are not guiltless of aspiring, know, my soul is dedicated to

another; and although " A sudden noise prevented Theodore from proceeding. They soon distinguished

"Isabella! what, ho! Isabella!" The trembling Princess relapsed into her former agony of fear. Theodore

endeavoured to encourage her, but in vain. He assured her he would die rather than suffer her to return under

Manfred's power; and begging her to remain concealed, he went forth to prevent the person in search of her

At the mouth of the cavern he found an armed Knight, discoursing with a peasant, who assured him he had

seen a lady enter the passes of the rock. The Knight was preparing to seek her, when Theodore, placing

himself in his way, with his sword drawn, sternly forbad him at his peril to advance.

"I seek the Lady Isabella," said the Knight, "and understand she has taken refuge among these rocks. Impede

"Thy purpose is as odious as thy resentment is contemptible," said Theodore. "Return whence thou camest, or

The stranger, who was the principal Knight that had arrived from the Marquis of Vicenza, had galloped from

Manfred as he was busied in getting information of the Princess, and giving various orders to prevent her

falling into the power of the three Knights. Their chief had suspected Manfred of being privy to the Princess's

absconding, and this insult from a man, who he concluded was stationed by that Prince to secrete her,

confirming his suspicions, he made no reply, but discharging a blow with his sabre at Theodore, would soon

have removed all obstruction, if Theodore, who took him for one of Manfred's captains, and who had no

sooner given the provocation than prepared to support it, had not received the stroke on his shield. The valour

that had so long been smothered in his breast broke forth at once; he rushed impetuously on the Knight,

whose pride and wrath were not less powerful incentives to hardy deeds. The combat was furious, but not

long. Theodore wounded the Knight in three several places, and at last disarmed him as he fainted by the loss

The peasant, who had fled on the first onset, had given the alarm to some of Manfred's domestics, who, by his

orders, were dispersed through the forest in pursuit of Isabella. They came up as the Knight fell, whom they

soon discovered to be the noble stranger. Theodore, notwithstanding his hatred to Manfred, could not behold

the victory he had gained without emotions of pity and generosity. But he was more touched when he learned

the quality of his adversary, and was informed that he was no retainer, but an enemy, of Manfred. He assisted

the servants of the latter in disarming the Knight, and in endeavouring to stanch the blood that flowed from

his wounds. The Knight recovering his speech, said, in a faint and faltering voice

"Generous foe, we have both been in an error. I took thee for an instrument of the tyrant; I perceive thou hast

made the like mistake. It is too late for excuses. I faint. If Isabella is at hand call her I have important

"He is dying!" said one of the attendants; "has nobody a crucifix about them? Andrea, do thou pray over

"Fetch some water," said Theodore, "and pour it down his throat, while I hasten to the Princess."

Saying this, he flew to Isabella, and in few words told her modestly that he had been so unfortunate by

mistake as to wound a gentleman from her father's court, who wished, ere he died, to impart something of

The Princess, who had been transported at hearing the voice of Theodore, as he called to her to come forth,

was astonished at what she heard. Suffering herself to be conducted by Theodore, the new proof of whose

valour recalled her dispersed spirits, she came where the bleeding Knight lay speechless on the ground. But

her fears returned when she beheld the domestics of Manfred. She would again have fled if Theodore had not

made her observe that they were unarmed, and had not threatened them with instant death if they should dare

The stranger, opening his eyes, and beholding a woman, said, "Art thou pray tell me truly art thou

"Then thou then thou" said the Knight, struggling for utterance "seest thy father. Give me one "

"Oh! amazement! horror! what do I hear! what do I see!" cried Isabella. "My father! You my father! How

came you here, Sir? For heaven's sake, speak! Oh! run for help, or he will expire!"

"'Tis most true," said the wounded Knight, exerting all his force; "I am Frederic thy father. Yes, I came to

"Sir," said Theodore, "do not exhaust yourself; suffer us to convey you to the castle."

"To the castle!" said Isabella. "Is there no help nearer than the castle? Would you expose my father to the

tyrant? If he goes thither, I dare not accompany him; and yet, can I leave him!"

"My child," said Frederic, "it matters not for me whither I am carried. A few minutes will place me beyond

danger; but while I have eyes to dote on thee, forsake me not, dear Isabella! This brave Knight I know not

who he is will protect thy innocence. Sir, you will not abandon my child, will you?"

Theodore, shedding tears over his victim, and vowing to guard the Princess at the expense of his life,

persuaded Frederic to suffer himself to be conducted to the castle. They placed him on a horse belonging to

one of the domestics, after binding up his wounds as well as they were able. Theodore marched by his side;

and the afflicted Isabella, who could not bear to quit him, followed mournfully behind.

THE sorrowful troop no sooner arrived at the castle, than they were met by Hippolita and Matilda, whom

Isabella had sent one of the domestics before to advertise of their approach. The ladies causing Frederic to be

conveyed into the nearest chamber, retired, while the surgeons examined his wounds. Matilda blushed at

seeing Theodore and Isabella together; but endeavoured to conceal it by embracing the latter, and condoling

with her on her father's mischance. The surgeons soon came to acquaint Hippolita that none of the Marquis's

wounds were dangerous; and that he was desirous of seeing his daughter and the Princesses.

Theodore, under pretence of expressing his joy at being freed from his apprehensions of the combat being

fatal to Frederic, could not resist the impulse of following Matilda. Her eyes were so often cast down on

meeting his, that Isabella, who regarded Theodore as attentively as he gazed on Matilda, soon divined who

the object was that he had told her in the cave engaged his affections. While this mute scene passed, Hippolita

demanded of Frederic the cause of his having taken that mysterious course for reclaiming his daughter; and

threw in various apologies to excuse her Lord for the match contracted between their children.

Frederic, however incensed against Manfred, was not insensible to the courtesy and benevolence of

Hippolita: but he was still more struck with the lovely form of Matilda. Wishing to detain them by his

bedside, he informed Hippolita of his story. He told her that, while prisoner to the infidels, he had dreamed

that his daughter, of whom he had learned no news since his captivity, was detained in a castle, where she

was in danger of the most dreadful misfortunes: and that if he obtained his liberty, and repaired to a wood

near Joppa, he would learn more. Alarmed at this dream, and incapable of obeying the direction given by it,

his chains became more grievous than ever. But while his thoughts were occupied on the means of obtaining

his liberty, he received the agreeable news that the confederate Princes who were warring in Palestine had

paid his ransom. He instantly set out for the wood that had been marked in his dream.

For three days he and his attendants had wandered in the forest without seeing a human form: but on the

evening of the third they came to a cell, in which they found a venerable hermit in the agonies of death.

"My sons," said he, "I am bounden to your charity but it is in vain I am going to my eternal rest yet I

die with the satisfaction of performing the will of heaven. When first I repaired to this solitude, after seeing

my country become a prey to unbelievers it is alas! above fifty years since I was witness to that dreadful

scene! St. Nicholas appeared to me, and revealed a secret, which he bade me never disclose to mortal man,

but on my deathbed. This is that tremendous hour, and ye are no doubt the chosen warriors to whom I was

ordered to reveal my trust. As soon as ye have done the last offices to this wretched corse, dig under the

seventh tree on the left hand of this poor cave, and your pains will Oh! good heaven receive my soul!" With

"By break of day," continued Frederic, "when we had committed the holy relics to earth, we dug according to

direction. But what was our astonishment when about the depth of six feet we discovered an enormous sabre

the very weapon yonder in the court. On the blade, which was then partly out of the scabbard, though since

closed by our efforts in removing it, were written the following lines no; excuse me, Madam," added the

Marquis, turning to Hippolita; "if I forbear to repeat them: I respect your sex and rank, and would not be

guilty of offending your ear with sounds injurious to aught that is dear to you."

He paused. Hippolita trembled. She did not doubt but Frederic was destined by heaven to accomplish the fate

that seemed to threaten her house. Looking with anxious fondness at Matilda, a silent tear stole down her

"Proceed, my Lord; heaven does nothing in vain; mortals must receive its divine behests with lowliness and

submission. It is our part to deprecate its wrath, or bow to its decrees. Repeat the sentence, my Lord; we

Frederic was grieved that he had proceeded so far. The dignity and patient firmness of Hippolita penetrated

him with respect, and the tender silent affection with which the Princess and her daughter regarded each

other, melted him almost to tears. Yet apprehensive that his forbearance to obey would be more alarming, he

"Where'er a casque that suits this sword is found, With perils is thy daughter compass'd round; ALFONSO'S

"What is there in these lines," said Theodore impatiently, "that affects these Princesses? Why were they to be

"Your words are rude, young man," said the Marquis; "and though fortune has favoured you once "

"My honoured Lord," said Isabella, who resented Theodore's warmth, which she perceived was dictated by

his sentiments for Matilda, "discompose not yourself for the glosing of a peasant's son: he forgets the

Hippolita, concerned at the heat that had arisen, checked Theodore for his boldness, but with an air

acknowledging his zeal; and changing the conversation, demanded of Frederic where he had left her Lord?

As the Marquis was going to reply, they heard a noise without, and rising to inquire the cause, Manfred,

Jerome, and part of the troop, who had met an imperfect rumour of what had happened, entered the chamber.

Manfred advanced hastily towards Frederic's bed to condole with him on his misfortune, and to learn the

circumstances of the combat, when starting in an agony of terror and amazement, he cried

"My dearest, gracious Lord," cried Hippolita, clasping him in her arms, "what is it you see! Why do you fix

"What!" cried Manfred breathless; "dost thou see nothing, Hippolita? Is this ghastly phantom sent to me

"For mercy's sweetest self, my Lord," said Hippolita, "resume your soul, command your reason. There is

"What, is not that Alfonso?" cried Manfred. "Dost thou not see him? can it be my brain's delirium?"

"This! my Lord," said Hippolita; "this is Theodore, the youth who has been so unfortunate."

"Theodore!" said Manfred mournfully, and striking his forehead; "Theodore or a phantom, he has unhinged

"Of Isabella!" said Manfred, relapsing into rage; "yes, yes, that is not doubtful . But how did he escape from

durance in which I left him? Was it Isabella, or this hypocritical old Friar, that procured his enlargement?"

"And would a parent be criminal, my Lord," said Theodore, "if he meditated the deliverance of his child?"

Jerome, amazed to hear himself in a manner accused by his son, and without foundation, knew not what to

think. He could not comprehend how Theodore had escaped, how he came to be armed, and to encounter

Frederic. Still he would not venture to ask any questions that might tend to inflame Manfred's wrath against

his son. Jerome's silence convinced Manfred that he had contrived Theodore's release.

"And is it thus, thou ungrateful old man," said the Prince, addressing himself to the Friar, "that thou repayest

mine and Hippolita's bounties? And not content with traversing my heart's nearest wishes, thou armest thy

"My Lord," said Theodore, "you wrong my father: neither he nor I are capable of harbouring a thought

against your peace. Is it insolence thus to surrender myself to your Highness's pleasure?" added he, laying his

sword respectfully at Manfred's feet. "Behold my bosom; strike, my Lord, if you suspect that a disloyal

thought is lodged there. There is not a sentiment engraven on my heart that does not venerate you and yours."

The grace and fervour with which Theodore uttered these words interested every person present in his favour.

Even Manfred was touched yet still possessed with his resemblance to Alfonso, his admiration was dashed

"Rise," said he; "thy life is not my present purpose. But tell me thy history, and how thou camest connected

"My Lord," said Theodore, "I want no assistance; my story is very brief. I was carried at five years of age to

Algiers with my mother, who had been taken by corsairs from the coast of Sicily. She died of grief in less

than a twelvemonth;" the tears gushed from Jerome's eyes, on whose countenance a thousand anxious

passions stood expressed. "Before she died," continued Theodore, "she bound a writing about my arm under

"I remained in slavery," said Theodore, "until within these two years, when attending on my master in his

cruises, I was delivered by a Christian vessel, which overpowered the pirate; and discovering myself to the

captain, he generously put me on shore in Sicily; but alas! instead of finding a father, I learned that his estate,

which was situated on the coast, had, during his absence, been laid waste by the Rover who had carried my

mother and me into captivity: that his castle had been burnt to the ground, and that my father on his return

had sold what remained, and was retired into religion in the kingdom of Naples, but where no man could

inform me. Destitute and friendless, hopeless almost of attaining the transport of a parent's embrace, I took

the first opportunity of setting sail for Naples, from whence, within these six days, I wandered into this

province, still supporting myself by the labour of my hands; nor until yestermorn did I believe that heaven

had reserved any lot for me but peace of mind and contented poverty. This, my Lord, is Theodore's story. I

am blessed beyond my hope in finding a father; I am unfortunate beyond my desert in having incurred your

"This is not all," said Frederic; "I am bound in honour to add what he suppresses. Though he is modest, I

must be generous; he is one of the bravest youths on Christian ground. He is warm too; and from the short

knowledge I have of him, I will pledge myself for his veracity: if what he reports of himself were not true, he

would not utter it and for me, youth, I honour a frankness which becomes thy birth; but now, and thou didst

offend me: yet the noble blood which flows in thy veins, may well be allowed to boil out, when it has so

recently traced itself to its source. Come, my Lord," (turning to Manfred), "if I can pardon him, surely you

"If beings from another world," replied he haughtily, "have power to impress my mind with awe, it is more

"My Lord," interrupted Hippolita, "your guest has occasion for repose: shall we not leave him to his rest?"

Saying this, and taking Manfred by the hand, she took leave of Frederic, and led the company forth.

The Prince, not sorry to quit a conversation which recalled to mind the discovery he had made of his most

secret sensations, suffered himself to be conducted to his own apartment, after permitting Theodore, though

under engagement to return to the castle on the morrow (a condition the young man gladly accepted), to retire

with his father to the convent. Matilda and Isabella were too much occupied with their own reflections, and

too little content with each other, to wish for farther converse that night. They separated each to her chamber,

with more expressions of ceremony and fewer of affection thou had passed between them since their

If they parted with small cordiality, they did but meet with greater impatience, as soon as the sun was risen.

Their minds were in a situation that excluded sleep, and each recollected a thousand questions which she

wished she had put to the other overnight. Matilda reflected that Isabella had been twice delivered by

Theodore in very critical situations, which she could not believe accidental. His eyes, it was true, had been

fixed on her in Frederic's chamber; but that might have been to disguise his passion for Isabella from the

fathers of both. It were better to clear this up. She wished to know the truth, lest she should wrong her friend

by entertaining a passion for Isabella's lover. Thus jealousy prompted, and at the same time borrowed an

Isabella, not less restless, had better foundation for her suspicions. Both Theodore's tongue and eyes had told

her his heart was engaged; it was true yet, perhaps, Matilda might not correspond to his passion; she had

"Why did I dissuade her?" said Isabella to herself; "I am punished for my generosity; but when did they

meet? where? It cannot be; I have deceived myself; perhaps last night was the first time they ever beheld each

other; it must be some other object that has prepossessed his affections if it is, I am not so unhappy as I

thought; if it is not my friend Matilda how! Can I stoop to wish for the affection of a man, who rudely and

unnecessarily acquainted me with his indifference? and that at the very moment in which common courtesy

demanded at least expressions of civility. I will go to my dear Matilda, who will confirm me in this becoming

pride. Man is false I will advise with her on taking the veil: she will rejoice to find me in this disposition;

and I will acquaint her that I no longer oppose her inclination for the cloister."

In this frame of mind, and determined to open her heart entirely to Matilda, she went to that Princess's

chamber, whom she found already dressed, and leaning pensively on her arm. This attitude, so correspondent

to what she felt herself, revived Isabella's suspicions, and destroyed the confidence she had purposed to place

in her friend. They blushed at meeting, and were too much novices to disguise their sensations with address.

After some unmeaning questions and replies, Matilda demanded of Isabella the cause of her flight? The latter,

who had almost forgotten Manfred's passion, so entirely was she occupied by her own, concluding that

Matilda referred to her last escape from the convent, which had occasioned the events of the preceding

"Oh!" said Matilda, interrupting her, "Bianca has explained that mistake to me: on seeing me faint, she cried

out, 'The Princess is dead!' and Martelli, who had come for the usual dole to the castle "

"And what made you faint?" said Isabella, indifferent to the rest. Matilda blushed and stammered

"Yes," answered she; "I never saw him before; I do not know how he had offended my father, but as he has

"Served me!" replied Isabella; "do you term it serving me, to wound my father, and almost occasion his

death? Though it is but since yesterday that I am blessed with knowing a parent, I hope Matilda does not

think I am such a stranger to filial tenderness as not to resent the boldness of that audacious youth, and that it

is impossible for me ever to feel any affection for one who dared to lift his arm against the author of my

being. No, Matilda, my heart abhors him; and if you still retain the friendship for me that you have vowed

from your infancy, you will detest a man who has been on the point of making me miserable for ever."

Matilda held down her head and replied: "I hope my dearest Isabella does not doubt her Matilda's friendship:

I never beheld that youth until yesterday; he is almost a stranger to me: but as the surgeons have pronounced

your father out of danger, you ought not to harbour uncharitable resentment against one, who I am persuaded

"You plead his cause very pathetically," said Isabella, "considering he is so much a stranger to you! I am

"Nothing," said Isabella, repenting that she had given Matilda a hint of Theodore's inclination for her. Then

changing the discourse, she asked Matilda what occasioned Manfred to take Theodore for a spectre?

"Bless me," said Matilda, "did not you observe his extreme resemblance to the portrait of Alfonso in the

gallery? I took notice of it to Bianca even before I saw him in armour; but with the helmet on, he is the very

"I do not much observe pictures," said Isabella: "much less have I examined this young man so attentively as

you seem to have done. Ah? Matilda, your heart is in danger, but let me warn you as a friend, he has owned

to me that he is in love; it cannot be with you, for yesterday was the first time you ever met was it not?"

"Certainly," replied Matilda; "but why does my dearest Isabella conclude from anything I have said, that"

she paused then continuing: "he saw you first, and I am far from having the vanity to think that my little

portion of charms could engage a heart devoted to you; may you be happy, Isabella, whatever is the fate of

"My lovely friend," said Isabella, whose heart was too honest to resist a kind expression, "it is you that

Theodore admires; I saw it; I am persuaded of it; nor shall a thought of my own happiness suffer me to

This frankness drew tears from the gentle Matilda; and jealousy that for a moment had raised a coolness

between these amiable maidens soon gave way to the natural sincerity and candour of their souls. Each

confessed to the other the impression that Theodore had made on her; and this confidence was followed by a

struggle of generosity, each insisting on yielding her claim to her friend. At length the dignity of Isabella's

virtue reminding her of the preference which Theodore had almost declared for her rival, made her determine

"Madam," said she to Isabella, "you have so much tenderness for Matilda, and interest yourself so kindly in

whatever affects our wretched house, that I can have no secrets with my child which are not proper for you to

"Know then, Madam," continued Hippolita, "and you my dearest Matilda, that being convinced by all the

events of these two last ominous days, that heaven purposes the sceptre of Otranto should pass from

Manfred's hands into those of the Marquis Frederic, I have been perhaps inspired with the thought of averting

our total destruction by the union of our rival houses. With this view I have been proposing to Manfred, my

"Me to Lord Frederic!" cried Matilda; "good heavens! my gracious mother and have you named it to my

"I have," said Hippolita; "he listened benignly to my proposal, and is gone to break it to the Marquis."

"Ah! wretched princess!" cried Isabella; "what hast thou done! what ruin has thy inadvertent goodness been

"Alas!" said Isabella, "the purity of your own heart prevents your seeing the depravity of others. Manfred,

"Hold," said Hippolita; "you must not in my presence, young lady, mention Manfred with disrespect: he is

"Will not long be so," said Isabella, "if his wicked purposes can be carried into execution."

"This language amazes me," said Hippolita. "Your feeling, Isabella, is warm; but until this hour I never knew

it betray you into intemperance. What deed of Manfred authorises you to treat him as a murderer, an

"Thou virtuous, and too credulous Princess!" replied Isabella; "it is not thy life he aims at it is to separate

"Yes," said Isabella; "and to complete his crime, he meditates I cannot speak it!"

Hippolita was silent. Grief choked her speech; and the recollection of Manfred's late ambiguous discourses

"Excellent, dear lady! madam! mother!" cried Isabella, flinging herself at Hippolita's feet in a transport of

passion; "trust me, believe me, I will die a thousand deaths sooner than consent to injure you, than yield to so

"This is too much!" cried Hippolita: "What crimes does one crime suggest! Rise, dear Isabella; I do not doubt

your virtue. Oh! Matilda, this stroke is too heavy for thee! weep not, my child; and not a murmur, I charge

"But you are my mother too," said Matilda fervently; "and you are virtuous, you are guiltless! Oh! must not

"You must not," said Hippolita "come, all will yet be well. Manfred, in the agony for the loss of thy

brother, knew not what he said; perhaps Isabella misunderstood him; his heart is good and, my child, thou

knowest not all! There is a destiny hangs over us; the hand of Providence is stretched out; oh! could I but

save thee from the wreck! Yes," continued she in a firmer tone, "perhaps the sacrifice of myself may atone

for all; I will go and offer myself to this divorce it boots not what becomes of me. I will withdraw into the

neighbouring monastery, and waste the remainder of life in prayers and tears for my child and the Prince!"

"Thou art as much too good for this world," said Isabella, "as Manfred is execrable; but think not, lady, that

"Stop, I adjure thee," cried Hippolita: "remember thou dost not depend on thyself; thou hast a father."

"My father is too pious, too noble," interrupted Isabella, "to command an impious deed. But should he

command it; can a father enjoin a cursed act? I was contracted to the son, can I wed the father? No, madam,

no; force should not drag me to Manfred's hated bed. I loathe him, I abhor him: divine and human laws forbid

and my friend, my dearest Matilda! would I wound her tender soul by injuring her adored mother? my own

"Oh! she is the mother of both!" cried Matilda: "can we, can we, Isabella, adore her too much?"

"My lovely children," said the touched Hippolita, "your tenderness overpowers me but I must not give way

to it. It is not ours to make election for ourselves: heaven, our fathers, and our husbands must decide for us.

Have patience until you hear what Manfred and Frederic have determined. If the Marquis accepts Matilda's

hand, I know she will readily obey. Heaven may interpose and prevent the rest. What means my child?"

continued she, seeing Matilda fall at her feet with a flood of speechless tears "But no; answer me not, my

"Oh! doubt not my obedience, my dreadful obedience to him and to you!" said Matilda. "But can I, most

respected of women, can I experience all this tenderness, this world of goodness, and conceal a thought from

"What art thou going to utter?" said Isabella trembling. "Recollect thyself, Matilda."

"No, Isabella," said the Princess, "I should not deserve this incomparable parent, if the inmost recesses of my

soul harboured a thought without her permission nay, I have offended her; I have suffered a passion to enter

my heart without her avowal but here I disclaim it; here I vow to heaven and her "

"My child! my child;" said Hippolita, "what words are these! what new calamities has fate in store for us!

"Oh! I see all my guilt!" said Matilda. "I abhor myself, if I cost my mother a pang. She is the dearest thing I

"Isabella," said Hippolita, "thou art conscious to this unhappy secret, whatever it is. Speak!"

"What!" cried Matilda, "have I so forfeited my mother's love, that she will not permit me even to speak my

"Thou art too cruel," said Isabella to Hippolita: "canst thou behold this anguish of a virtuous mind, and not

"Not pity my child!" said Hippolita, catching Matilda in her arms "Oh! I know she is good, she is all virtue,

The princesses then revealed to Hippolita their mutual inclination for Theodore, and the purpose of Isabella to

resign him to Matilda. Hippolita blamed their imprudence, and showed them the improbability that either

father would consent to bestow his heiress on so poor a man, though nobly born. Some comfort it gave her to

find their passion of so recent a date, and that Theodore had had but little cause to suspect it in either. She

strictly enjoined them to avoid all correspondence with him. This Matilda fervently promised: but Isabella,

who flattered herself that she meant no more than to promote his union with her friend, could not determine

"I will go to the convent," said Hippolita, "and order new masses to be said for a deliverance from these

"Oh! my mother," said Matilda, "you mean to quit us: you mean to take sanctuary, and to give my father an

opportunity of pursuing his fatal intention. Alas! on my knees I supplicate you to forbear; will you leave me a

"Be at peace, my child," said Hippolita: "I will return instantly. I will never abandon thee, until I know it is

"Do not deceive me," said Matilda. "I will not marry Frederic until thou commandest it. Alas! what will

"Ah! my mother," replied Matilda, "stay and save me from myself. A frown from thee can do more than all

my father's severity. I have given away my heart, and you alone can make me recall it."

"I can quit Theodore," said she, "but must I wed another? let me attend thee to the altar, and shut myself from

"Thy fate depends on thy father," said Hippolita; "I have illbestowed my tenderness, if it has taught thee to

Hippolita's real purpose was to demand of Jerome, whether in conscience she might not consent to the

divorce. She had oft urged Manfred to resign the principality, which the delicacy of her conscience rendered

an hourly burthen to her. These scruples concurred to make the separation from her husband appear less

Jerome, at quitting the castle overnight, had questioned Theodore severely why he had accused him to

Manfred of being privy to his escape. Theodore owned it had been with design to prevent Manfred's

suspicion from alighting on Matilda; and added, the holiness of Jerome's life and character secured him from

the tyrant's wrath. Jerome was heartily grieved to discover his son's inclination for that princess; and leaving

him to his rest, promised in the morning to acquaint him with important reasons for conquering his passion.

Theodore, like Isabella, was too recently acquainted with parental authority to submit to its decisions against

the impulse of his heart. He had little curiosity to learn the Friar's reasons, and less disposition to obey them.

The lovely Matilda had made stronger impressions on him than filial affection. All night he pleased himself

with visions of love; and it was not till late after the morningoffice, that he recollected the Friar's commands

"Young man," said Jerome, when he saw him, "this tardiness does not please me. Have a father's commands

Theodore made awkward excuses, and attributed his delay to having overslept himself.

"And on whom were thy dreams employed?" said the Friar sternly. His son blushed. "Come, come," resumed

the Friar, "inconsiderate youth, this must not be; eradicate this guilty passion from thy breast "

"Guilty passion!" cried Theodore: "Can guilt dwell with innocent beauty and virtuous modesty?"

"It is sinful," replied the Friar, "to cherish those whom heaven has doomed to destruction. A tyrant's race

"Will heaven visit the innocent for the crimes of the guilty?" said Theodore. "The fair Matilda has virtues

"To undo thee:" interrupted Jerome. "Hast thou so soon forgotten that twice the savage Manfred has

"Nor have I forgotten, sir," said Theodore, "that the charity of his daughter delivered me from his power. I

"The injuries thou hast received from Manfred's race," said the Friar, "are beyond what thou canst conceive.

Reply not, but view this holy image! Beneath this marble monument rest the ashes of the good Alfonso; a

prince adorned with every virtue: the father of his people! the delight of mankind! Kneel, headstrong boy, and

list, while a father unfolds a tale of horror that will expel every sentiment from thy soul, but sensations of

sacred vengeance Alfonso! much injured prince! let thy unsatisfied shade sit awful on the troubled air,

"The most wretched of women!" said Hippolita, entering the choir. "Good Father, art thou at leisure? but

why this kneeling youth? what means the horror imprinted on each countenance? why at this venerable tomb

"We were pouring forth our orisons to heaven," replied the Friar, with some confusion, "to put an end to the

woes of this deplorable province. Join with us, Lady! thy spotless soul may obtain an exemption from the

judgments which the portents of these days but too speakingly denounce against thy house."

"I pray fervently to heaven to divert them," said the pious Princess. "Thou knowest it has been the occupation

of my life to wrest a blessing for my Lord and my harmless children. One alas! is taken from me! would

"Be dumb, rash youth!" said Jerome. "And thou, fond Princess, contend not with the Powers above! the Lord

giveth, and the Lord taketh away: bless His holy name, and submit to his decrees."

"I do most devoutly," said Hippolita; "but will He not spare my only comfort? must Matilda perish too? ah!

Father, I came but dismiss thy son. No ear but thine must hear what I have to utter."

"May heaven grant thy every wish, most excellent Princess!" said Theodore retiring. Jerome frowned.

Hippolita then acquainted the Friar with the proposal she had suggested to Manfred, his approbation of it, and

the tender of Matilda that he was gone to make to Frederic. Jerome could not conceal his dislike of the

notion, which he covered under pretence of the improbability that Frederic, the nearest of blood to Alfonso,

and who was come to claim his succession, would yield to an alliance with the usurper of his right. But

nothing could equal the perplexity of the Friar, when Hippolita confessed her readiness not to oppose the

separation, and demanded his opinion on the legality of her acquiescence. The Friar caught eagerly at her

request of his advice, and without explaining his aversion to the proposed marriage of Manfred and Isabella,

he painted to Hippolita in the most alarming colours the sinfulness of her consent, denounced judgments

against her if she complied, and enjoined her in the severest terms to treat any such proposition with every

Manfred, in the meantime, had broken his purpose to Frederic, and proposed the double marriage. That weak

Prince, who had been struck with the charms of Matilda, listened but too eagerly to the offer. He forgot his

enmity to Manfred, whom he saw but little hope of dispossessing by force; and flattering himself that no

issue might succeed from the union of his daughter with the tyrant, he looked upon his own succession to the

principality as facilitated by wedding Matilda. He made faint opposition to the proposal; affecting, for form

only, not to acquiesce unless Hippolita should consent to the divorce. Manfred took that upon himself.

Transported with his success, and impatient to see himself in a situation to expect sons, he hastened to his

wife's apartment, determined to extort her compliance. He learned with indignation that she was absent at the

convent. His guilt suggested to him that she had probably been informed by Isabella of his purpose. He

doubted whether her retirement to the convent did not import an intention of remaining there, until she could

raise obstacles to their divorce; and the suspicions he had already entertained of Jerome, made him apprehend

that the Friar would not only traverse his views, but might have inspired Hippolita with the resolution of

talking sanctuary. Impatient to unravel this clue, and to defeat its success, Manfred hastened to the convent,

and arrived there as the Friar was earnestly exhorting the Princess never to yield to the divorce.

"Madam," said Manfred, "what business drew you hither? why did you not await my return from the

"My councils do not need a Friar's intervention," said Manfred; "and of all men living is that hoary traitor the

"Profane Prince!" said Jerome; "is it at the altar that thou choosest to insult the servants of the altar? but,

Manfred, thy impious schemes are known. Heaven and this virtuous lady know them nay, frown not,

Prince. The Church despises thy menaces. Her thunders will be heard above thy wrath. Dare to proceed in thy

cursed purpose of a divorce, until her sentence be known, and here I lance her anathema at thy head."

"Audacious rebel!" said Manfred, endeavouring to conceal the awe with which the Friar's words inspired him.

"Thou art no lawful Prince," said Jerome; "thou art no Prince go, discuss thy claim with Frederic; and when

"It is done," replied Manfred; "Frederic accepts Matilda's hand, and is content to waive his claim, unless I

have no male issue" as he spoke those words three drops of blood fell from the nose of Alfonso's statue.

"Behold!" said the Friar; "mark this miraculous indication that the blood of Alfonso will never mix with that

"My gracious Lord," said Hippolita, "let us submit ourselves to heaven. Think not thy ever obedient wife

rebels against thy authority. I have no will but that of my Lord and the Church. To that revered tribunal let us

appeal. It does not depend on us to burst the bonds that unite us. If the Church shall approve the dissolution

of our marriage, be it so I have but few years, and those of sorrow, to pass. Where can they be worn away

so well as at the foot of this altar, in prayers for thine and Matilda's safety?"

"But thou shalt not remain here until then," said Manfred. "Repair with me to the castle, and there I will

advise on the proper measures for a divorce; but this meddling Friar comes not thither; my hospitable roof

shall never more harbour a traitor and for thy Reverence's offspring," continued he, "I banish him from

my dominions. He, I ween, is no sacred personage, nor under the protection of the Church. Whoever weds

"They start up," said the Friar, "who are suddenly beheld in the seat of lawful Princes; but they wither away

Manfred, casting a look of scorn at the Friar, led Hippolita forth; but at the door of the church whispered one

of his attendants to remain concealed about the convent, and bring him instant notice, if any one from the

EVERY reflection which Manfred made on the Friar's behaviour, conspired to persuade him that Jerome was

privy to an amour between Isabella and Theodore. But Jerome's new presumption, so dissonant from his

former meekness, suggested still deeper apprehensions. The Prince even suspected that the Friar depended on

some secret support from Frederic, whose arrival, coinciding with the novel appearance of Theodore, seemed

to bespeak a correspondence. Still more was he troubled with the resemblance of Theodore to Alfonso's

portrait. The latter he knew had unquestionably died without issue. Frederic had consented to bestow Isabella

He saw but two methods of extricating himself from his difficulties. The one was to resign his dominions to

the Marquis pride, ambition, and his reliance on ancient prophecies, which had pointed out a possibility of

his preserving them to his posterity, combated that thought. The other was to press his marriage with Isabella.

After long ruminating on these anxious thoughts, as he marched silently with Hippolita to the castle, he at last

discoursed with that Princess on the subject of his disquiet, and used every insinuating and plausible

argument to extract her consent to, even her promise of promoting the divorce. Hippolita needed little

persuasions to bend her to his pleasure. She endeavoured to win him over to the measure of resigning his

dominions; but finding her exhortations fruitless, she assured him, that as far as her conscience would allow,

she would raise no opposition to a separation, though without better founded scruples than what he yet

This compliance, though inadequate, was sufficient to raise Manfred's hopes. He trusted that his power and

wealth would easily advance his suit at the court of Rome, whither he resolved to engage Frederic to take a

journey on purpose. That Prince had discovered so much passion for Matilda, that Manfred hoped to obtain

all he wished by holding out or withdrawing his daughter's charms, according as the Marquis should appear

more or less disposed to cooperate in his views. Even the absence of Frederic would be a material point

Dismissing Hippolita to her apartment, he repaired to that of the Marquis; but crossing the great hall through

which he was to pass he met Bianca. The damsel he knew was in the confidence of both the young ladies. It

immediately occurred to him to sift her on the subject of Isabella and Theodore. Calling her aside into the

recess of the oriel window of the hall, and soothing her with many fair words and promises, he demanded of

"I! my Lord! no my Lord yes my Lord poor Lady! she is wonderfully alarmed about her father's wounds;

"I do not ask you," replied Manfred, "what she thinks about her father; but you are in her secrets. Come, be a

"Lord bless me! understand your Highness? no, not I. I told her a few vulnerary herbs and repose "

"I am not talking," replied the Prince, impatiently, "about her father; I know he will do well."

"Bless me, I rejoice to hear your Highness say so; for though I thought it not right to let my young Lady

despond, methought his greatness had a wan look, and a something I remember when young Ferdinand was

"Thou answerest from the point," interrupted Manfred; "but here, take this jewel, perhaps that may fix thy

attention nay, no reverences; my favour shall not stop here come, tell me truly; how stands Isabella's

"Well! your Highness has such a way!" said Bianca, "to be sure but can your Highness keep a secret? if it

"Why, truth is truth, I do not think my Lady Isabella ever much affectioned my young Lord your son; yet he

was a sweet youth as one should see; I am sure, if I had been a Princess but bless me! I must attend my

"Stay," cried Manfred; "thou hast not satisfied my question. Hast thou ever carried any message, any letter?"

"I! good gracious!" cried Bianca; "I carry a letter? I would not to be a Queen. I hope your Highness thinks,

though I am poor, I am honest. Did your Highness never hear what Count Marsigli offered me, when he came

"I have not leisure," said Manfred, "to listen to thy tale. I do not question thy honesty. But it is thy duty to

"Nay, there is nothing can escape your Highness!" said Bianca; "not that I know any thing of the matter.

Theodore, to be sure, is a proper young man, and, as my Lady Matilda says, the very image of good Alfonso.

"No, no, not Matilda: Isabella; when did Isabella first become acquainted with this Theodore!"

"Jealous! no, no. Why should I be jealous? perhaps I mean to unite them If I were sure Isabella would have

"Repugnance! no, I'll warrant her," said Bianca; "he is as comely a youth as ever trod on Christian ground.

We are all in love with him; there is not a soul in the castle but would be rejoiced to have him for our Prince

"Indeed!" said Manfred, "has it gone so far! oh! this cursed Friar! but I must not lose time go, Bianca,

attend Isabella; but I charge thee, not a word of what has passed. Find out how she is affected towards

Theodore; bring me good news, and that ring has a companion. Wait at the foot of the winding staircase: I am

Manfred, after some general conversation, desired Frederic to dismiss the two Knights, his companions,

As soon as they were alone, he began in artful guise to sound the Marquis on the subject of Matilda; and

finding him disposed to his wish, he let drop hints on the difficulties that would attend the celebration of their

marriage, unless At that instant Bianca burst into the room with a wildness in her look and gestures that

"Oh! my Lord, my Lord!" cried she; "we are all undone! it is come again! it is come again!"

"Oh! the hand! the Giant! the hand! support me! I am terrified out of my senses," cried Bianca. "I will not

sleep in the castle tonight. Where shall I go? my things may come after me tomorrow would I had been

"What has terrified thee thus, young woman?" said the Marquis. "Thou art safe here; be not alarmed."

"Oh! your Greatness is wonderfully good," said Bianca, "but I dare not no, pray let me go I had rather

"Go to, thou hast lost thy senses," said Manfred. "Interrupt us not; we were communing on important matters

"Oh! the Saints! No," said Bianca, "for certain it comes to warn your Highness; why should it appear to me

else? I say my prayers morning and evening oh! if your Highness had believed Diego! 'Tis the same hand

that he saw the foot to in the gallerychamber Father Jerome has often told us the prophecy would be out

"Thou ravest," said Manfred, in a rage; "be gone, and keep these fooleries to frighten thy companions."

"What! my Lord," cried Bianca, "do you think I have seen nothing? go to the foot of the great stairs yourself

"Can your Highness listen," said Manfred, "to the delirium of a silly wench, who has heard stories of

"This is more than fancy," said the Marquis; "her terror is too natural and too strongly impressed to be the

"Yes, my Lord, thank your Greatness," said Bianca; "I believe I look very pale; I shall be better when I have

recovered myself I was going to my Lady Isabella's chamber, by his Highness's order "

"We do not want the circumstances," interrupted Manfred. "Since his Highness will have it so, proceed; but

"Lord! your Highness thwarts one so!" replied Bianca; "I fear my hair I am sure I never in my life well!

as I was telling your Greatness, I was going by his Highness's order to my Lady Isabella's chamber; she lies

in the watchetcoloured chamber, on the right hand, one pair of stairs: so when I came to the great stairs I

"Grant me patience! " said Manfred, "will this wench never come to the point? what imports it to the

Marquis, that I gave thee a bauble for thy faithful attendance on my daughter? we want to know what thou

"I was going to tell your Highness," said Bianca, "if you would permit me. So as I was rubbing the ring I

am sure I had not gone up three steps, but I heard the rattling of armour; for all the world such a clatter as

"What Giant is this, my Lord?" said the Marquis; "is your castle haunted by giants and goblins?"

"Lord! what, has not your Greatness heard the story of the Giant in the gallerychamber?" cried Bianca. "I

marvel his Highness has not told you; mayhap you do not know there is a prophecy "

"This trifling is intolerable," interrupted Manfred. "Let us dismiss this silly wench, my Lord! we have more

"By your favour," said Frederic, "these are no trifles. The enormous sabre I was directed to in the wood, yon

"So Jaquez thinks, may it please your Greatness," said Bianca. "He says this moon will not be out without our

seeing some strange revolution. For my part, I should not be surprised if it was to happen tomorrow; for, as

I was saying, when I heard the clattering of armour, I was all in a cold sweat. I looked up, and, if your

Greatness will believe me, I saw upon the uppermost banister of the great stairs a hand in armour as big as

big. I thought I should have swooned. I never stopped until I came hither would I were well out of this

castle. My Lady Matilda told me but yestermorning that her Highness Hippolita knows something."

"Thou art an insolent!" cried Manfred. "Lord Marquis, it much misgives me that this scene is concerted to

affront me. Are my own domestics suborned to spread tales injurious to my honour? Pursue your claim by

manly daring; or let us bury our feuds, as was proposed, by the intermarriage of our children. But trust me, it

"I scorn your imputation," said Frederic. "Until this hour I never set eyes on this damsel: I have given her no

jewel. My Lord, my Lord, your conscience, your guilt accuses you, and would throw the suspicion on me; but

keep your daughter, and think no more of Isabella. The judgments already fallen on your house forbid me

Manfred, alarmed at the resolute tone in which Frederic delivered these words, endeavoured to pacify him.

Dismissing Bianca, he made such submissions to the Marquis, and threw in such artful encomiums on

Matilda, that Frederic was once more staggered. However, as his passion was of so recent a date, it could not

at once surmount the scruples he had conceived. He had gathered enough from Bianca's discourse to persuade

him that heaven declared itself against Manfred. The proposed marriages too removed his claim to a distance;

and the principality of Otranto was a stronger temptation than the contingent reversion of it with Matilda.

Still he would not absolutely recede from his engagements; but purposing to gain time, he demanded of

Manfred if it was true in fact that Hippolita consented to the divorce. The Prince, transported to find no other

obstacle, and depending on his influence over his wife, assured the Marquis it was so, and that he might

As they were thus discoursing, word was brought that the banquet was prepared. Manfred conducted Frederic

to the great hall, where they were received by Hippolita and the young Princesses. Manfred placed the

Marquis next to Matilda, and seated himself between his wife and Isabella. Hippolita comported herself with

an easy gravity; but the young ladies were silent and melancholy. Manfred, who was determined to pursue his

point with the Marquis in the remainder of the evening, pushed on the feast until it waxed late; affecting

unrestrained gaiety, and plying Frederic with repeated goblets of wine. The latter, more upon his guard than

Manfred wished, declined his frequent challenges, on pretence of his late loss of blood; while the Prince, to

raise his own disordered spirits, and to counterfeit unconcern, indulged himself in plentiful draughts, though

The evening being far advanced, the banquet concluded. Manfred would have withdrawn with Frederic; but

the latter pleading weakness and want of repose, retired to his chamber, gallantly telling the Prince that his

daughter should amuse his Highness until himself could attend him. Manfred accepted the party, and to the

no small grief of Isabella, accompanied her to her apartment. Matilda waited on her mother to enjoy the

Soon as the company were dispersed their several ways, Frederic, quitting his chamber, inquired if Hippolita

was alone, and was told by one of her attendants, who had not noticed her going forth, that at that hour she

generally withdrew to her oratory, where he probably would find her. The Marquis, during the repast, had

beheld Matilda with increase of passion. He now wished to find Hippolita in the disposition her Lord had

promised. The portents that had alarmed him were forgotten in his desires. Stealing softly and unobserved to

the apartment of Hippolita, he entered it with a resolution to encourage her acquiescence to the divorce,

having perceived that Manfred was resolved to make the possession of Isabella an unalterable condition,

The Marquis was not surprised at the silence that reigned in the Princess's apartment. Concluding her, as he

had been advertised, in her oratory, he passed on. The door was ajar; the evening gloomy and overcast.

Pushing open the door gently, he saw a person kneeling before the altar. As he approached nearer, it seemed

not a woman, but one in a long woollen weed, whose back was towards him. The person seemed absorbed in

prayer. The Marquis was about to return, when the figure, rising, stood some moments fixed in meditation,

without regarding him. The Marquis, expecting the holy person to come forth, and meaning to excuse his

"Hippolita!" replied a hollow voice; "camest thou to this castle to seek Hippolita?" and then the figure,

turning slowly round, discovered to Frederic the fleshless jaws and empty sockets of a skeleton, wrapt in a

"Deserve their protection!" said the Spectre. Frederic, falling on his knees, adjured the phantom to take pity

"Art thou that holy hermit?" cried Frederic, trembling. "Can I do aught for thy eternal peace?"

"Wast thou delivered from bondage," said the spectre, "to pursue carnal delights? Hast thou forgotten the

"I have not, I have not," said Frederic; "but say, blest spirit, what is thy errand to me? What remains to be

Frederic's blood froze in his veins. For some minutes he remained motionless. Then falling prostrate on his

face before the altar, he besought the intercession of every saint for pardon. A flood of tears succeeded to this

transport; and the image of the beauteous Matilda rushing in spite of him on his thoughts, he lay on the

ground in a conflict of penitence and passion. Ere he could recover from this agony of his spirits, the Princess

Hippolita with a taper in her hand entered the oratory alone. Seeing a man without motion on the floor, she

gave a shriek, concluding him dead. Her fright brought Frederic to himself. Rising suddenly, his face

bedewed with tears, he would have rushed from her presence; but Hippolita stopping him, conjured him in

the most plaintive accents to explain the cause of his disorder, and by what strange chance she had found him

"For the love of Heaven, my Lord," said Hippolita, "disclose the cause of this transport! What mean these

doleful sounds, this alarming exclamation on my name? What woes has heaven still in store for the wretched

Hippolita? Yet silent! By every pitying angel, I adjure thee, noble Prince," continued she, falling at his feet,

"to disclose the purport of what lies at thy heart. I see thou feelest for me; thou feelest the sharp pangs that

Quitting the Princess thus abruptly, he hastened to his own apartment. At the door of it he was accosted by

Manfred, who flushed by wine and love had come to seek him, and to propose to waste some hours of the

night in music and revelling. Frederic, offended at an invitation so dissonant from the mood of his soul,

pushed him rudely aside, and entering his chamber, flung the door intemperately against Manfred, and bolted

it inwards. The haughty Prince, enraged at this unaccountable behaviour, withdrew in a frame of mind

capable of the most fatal excesses. As he crossed the court, he was met by the domestic whom he had planted

at the convent as a spy on Jerome and Theodore. This man, almost breathless with the haste he had made,

informed his Lord that Theodore, and some lady from the castle were, at that instant, in private conference at

the tomb of Alfonso in St. Nicholas's church. He had dogged Theodore thither, but the gloominess of the

Manfred, whose spirits were inflamed, and whom Isabella had driven from her on his urging his passion with

too little reserve, did not doubt but the inquietude she had expressed had been occasioned by her impatience

to meet Theodore. Provoked by this conjecture, and enraged at her father, he hastened secretly to the great

church. Gliding softly between the aisles, and guided by an imperfect gleam of moonshine that shone faintly

through the illuminated windows, he stole towards the tomb of Alfonso, to which he was directed by

indistinct whispers of the persons he sought. The first sounds he could distinguish were

"No, this shall prevent it!" cried the tyrant, drawing his dagger, and plunging it over her shoulder into the

"Savage, inhuman monster, what hast thou done!" cried Theodore, rushing on him, and wrenching his dagger

Manfred, waking as from a trance, beat his breast, twisted his hands in his locks, and endeavoured to recover

his dagger from Theodore to despatch himself. Theodore, scarce less distracted, and only mastering the

transports of his grief to assist Matilda, had now by his cries drawn some of the monks to his aid. While part

of them endeavoured, in concert with the afflicted Theodore, to stop the blood of the dying Princess, the rest

Matilda, resigning herself patiently to her fate, acknowledged with looks of grateful love the zeal of

Theodore. Yet oft as her faintness would permit her speech its way, she begged the assistants to comfort her

father. Jerome, by this time, had learnt the fatal news, and reached the church. His looks seemed to reproach

"Now, tyrant! behold the completion of woe fulfilled on thy impious and devoted head! The blood of Alfonso

cried to heaven for vengeance; and heaven has permitted its altar to be polluted by assassination, that thou

"Cruel man!" cried Matilda, "to aggravate the woes of a parent; may heaven bless my father, and forgive him

as I do! My Lord, my gracious Sire, dost thou forgive thy child? Indeed, I came not hither to meet Theodore.

I found him praying at this tomb, whither my mother sent me to intercede for thee, for her dearest father,

"Forgive thee! Murderous monster!" cried Manfred, "can assassins forgive? I took thee for Isabella; but

heaven directed my bloody hand to the heart of my child. Oh, Matilda! I cannot utter it canst thou forgive

"I can, I do; and may heaven confirm it!" said Matilda; "but while I have life to ask it oh! my mother! what

will she feel? Will you comfort her, my Lord? Will you not put her away? Indeed she loves you! Oh, I am

Theodore and the monks besought her earnestly to suffer herself to be borne into the convent; but her

instances were so pressing to be carried to the castle, that placing her on a litter, they conveyed her thither as

she requested. Theodore, supporting her head with his arm, and hanging over her in an agony of despairing

love, still endeavoured to inspire her with hopes of life. Jerome, on the other side, comforted her with

discourses of heaven, and holding a crucifix before her, which she bathed with innocent tears, prepared her

for her passage to immortality. Manfred, plunged in the deepest affliction, followed the litter in despair.

Ere they reached the castle, Hippolita, informed of the dreadful catastrophe, had flown to meet her murdered

child; but when she saw the afflicted procession, the mightiness of her grief deprived her of her senses, and

she fell lifeless to the earth in a swoon. Isabella and Frederic, who attended her, were overwhelmed in almost

equal sorrow. Matilda alone seemed insensible to her own situation: every thought was lost in tenderness for

Ordering the litter to stop, as soon as Hippolita was brought to herself, she asked for her father. He

approached, unable to speak. Matilda, seizing his hand and her mother's, locked them in her own, and then

clasped them to her heart. Manfred could not support this act of pathetic piety. He dashed himself on the

ground, and cursed the day he was born. Isabella, apprehensive that these struggles of passion were more than

Matilda could support, took upon herself to order Manfred to be borne to his apartment, while she caused

Matilda to be conveyed to the nearest chamber. Hippolita, scarce more alive than her daughter, was

regardless of everything but her; but when the tender Isabella's care would have likewise removed her, while

Matilda raised her eyes at her mother's voice, but closed them again without speaking. Her sinking pulse and

the damp coldness of her hand soon dispelled all hopes of recovery. Theodore followed the surgeons into the

outer chamber, and heard them pronounce the fatal sentence with a transport equal to frenzy.

"Since she cannot live mine," cried he, "at least she shall be mine in death! Father! Jerome! will you not join

our hands?" cried he to the Friar, who, with the Marquis, had accompanied the surgeons.

"What means thy distracted rashness?" said Jerome. "Is this an hour for marriage?"

"Young man, thou art too unadvised," said Frederic. "Dost thou think we are to listen to thy fond transports in

"Those of a Prince," said Theodore; "of the sovereign of Otranto. This reverend man, my father, has informed

"Thou ravest," said the Marquis. "There is no Prince of Otranto but myself, now Manfred, by murder, by

"My Lord," said Jerome, assuming an air of command, "he tells you true. It was not my purpose the secret

should have been divulged so soon, but fate presses onward to its work. What his hotheaded passion has

revealed, my tongue confirms. Know, Prince, that when Alfonso set sail for the Holy Land "

"Is this a season for explanations?" cried Theodore. "Father, come and unite me to the Princess; she shall be

mine! In every other thing I will dutifully obey you. My life! my adored Matilda!" continued Theodore,

rushing back into the inner chamber, "will you not be mine? Will you not bless your "

Isabella made signs to him to be silent, apprehending the Princess was near her end.

The violence of his exclamations brought Matilda to herself. Lifting up her eyes, she looked round for her

"Oh! you are too good," said Matilda. "But weep not for me, my mother! I am going where sorrow never

dwells Isabella, thou hast loved me; wouldst thou not supply my fondness to this dear, dear woman? Indeed

"Oh! my child! my child!" said Hippolita in a flood of tears, "can I not withhold thee a moment?"

"It will not be," said Matilda; "commend me to heaven Where is my father? forgive him, dearest mother

forgive him my death; it was an error. Oh! I had forgotten dearest mother, I vowed never to see Theodore

more perhaps that has drawn down this calamity but it was not intentional can you pardon me?"

"Oh! wound not my agonising soul!" said Hippolita; "thou never couldst offend me Alas! she faints! help!

"I would say something more," said Matilda, struggling, "but it cannot be Isabella Theodore for my

Isabella and her women tore Hippolita from the corse; but Theodore threatened destruction to all who

attempted to remove him from it. He printed a thousand kisses on her claycold hands, and uttered every

Isabella, in the meantime, was accompanying the afflicted Hippolita to her apartment; but, in the middle of

the court, they were met by Manfred, who, distracted with his own thoughts, and anxious once more to

behold his daughter, was advancing to the chamber where she lay. As the moon was now at its height, he read

"What! is she dead?" cried he in wild confusion. A clap of thunder at that instant shook the castle to its

foundations; the earth rocked, and the clank of more than mortal armour was heard behind. Frederic and

Jerome thought the last day was at hand. The latter, forcing Theodore along with them, rushed into the court.

The moment Theodore appeared, the walls of the castle behind Manfred were thrown down with a mighty

force, and the form of Alfonso, dilated to an immense magnitude, appeared in the centre of the ruins.

"Behold in Theodore the true heir of Alfonso!" said the vision: And having pronounced those words,

accompanied by a clap of thunder, it ascended solemnly towards heaven, where the clouds parting asunder,

the form of St. Nicholas was seen, and receiving Alfonso's shade, they were soon wrapt from mortal eyes in a

The beholders fell prostrate on their faces, acknowledging the divine will. The first that broke silence was

"My Lord," said she to the desponding Manfred, "behold the vanity of human greatness! Conrad is gone!

Matilda is no more! In Theodore we view the true Prince of Otranto. By what miracle he is so I know not

suffice it to us, our doom is pronounced! shall we not, can we but dedicate the few deplorable hours we have

to live, in deprecating the further wrath of heaven? heaven ejects us whither can we fly, but to yon holy

"Thou guiltless but unhappy woman! unhappy by my crimes!" replied Manfred, "my heart at last is open to

thy devout admonitions. Oh! could but it cannot be ye are lost in wonder let me at last do justice on

myself! To heap shame on my own head is all the satisfaction I have left to offer to offended heaven. My

story has drawn down these judgments: Let my confession atone but, ah! what can atone for usurpation and

a murdered child? a child murdered in a consecrated place? List, sirs, and may this bloody record be a

"Alfonso, ye all know, died in the Holy Land ye would interrupt me; ye would say he came not fairly to his

end it is most true why else this bitter cup which Manfred must drink to the dregs. Ricardo, my

grandfather, was his chamberlain I would draw a veil over my ancestor's crimes but it is in vain! Alfonso

died by poison. A fictitious will declared Ricardo his heir. His crimes pursued him yet he lost no Conrad,

no Matilda! I pay the price of usurpation for all! A storm overtook him. Haunted by his guilt he vowed to St.

Nicholas to found a church and two convents, if he lived to reach Otranto. The sacrifice was accepted: the

saint appeared to him in a dream, and promised that Ricardo's posterity should reign in Otranto until the

rightful owner should be grown too large to inhabit the castle, and as long as issue male from Ricardo's loins

should remain to enjoy it alas! alas! nor male nor female, except myself, remains of all his wretched race! I

have done the woes of these three days speak the rest. How this young man can be Alfonso's heir I know

not yet I do not doubt it. His are these dominions; I resign them yet I knew not Alfonso had an heir I

question not the will of heaven poverty and prayer must fill up the woeful space, until Manfred shall be

"What remains is my part to declare," said Jerome. "When Alfonso set sail for the Holy Land he was driven

by a storm to the coast of Sicily. The other vessel, which bore Ricardo and his train, as your Lordship must

"It is most true," said Manfred; "and the title you give me is more than an outcast can claim well! be it so

Jerome blushed, and continued. "For three months Lord Alfonso was windbound in Sicily. There he became

enamoured of a fair virgin named Victoria. He was too pious to tempt her to forbidden pleasures. They were

married. Yet deeming this amour incongruous with the holy vow of arms by which he was bound, he

determined to conceal their nuptials until his return from the Crusade, when he purposed to seek and

acknowledge her for his lawful wife. He left her pregnant. During his absence she was delivered of a

daughter. But scarce had she felt a mother's pangs ere she heard the fatal rumour of her Lord's death, and the

succession of Ricardo. What could a friendless, helpless woman do? Would her testimony avail? yet, my

"It needs not," said Manfred; "the horrors of these days, the vision we have but now seen, all corroborate thy

"Be composed, my Lord," said Hippolita; "this holy man did not mean to recall your griefs." Jerome

"I shall not dwell on what is needless. The daughter of which Victoria was delivered, was at her maturity

bestowed in marriage on me. Victoria died; and the secret remained locked in my breast. Theodore's narrative

The Friar ceased. The disconsolate company retired to the remaining part of the castle. In the morning

Manfred signed his abdication of the principality, with the approbation of Hippolita, and each took on them

the habit of religion in the neighbouring convents. Frederic offered his daughter to the new Prince, which

Hippolita's tenderness for Isabella concurred to promote. But Theodore's grief was too fresh to admit the

thought of another love; and it was not until after frequent discourses with Isabella of his dear Matilda, that

he was persuaded he could know no happiness but in the society of one with whom he could for ever indulge