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Merrily! Happy fool, it had forgot

Blithe liberty! But man, though he should drag
A captive's heavy chain, even till he starts

To hear his own sad voice, cannot forget

He wants that blessed gift.

SELECTION VIII.

ATHELWOLD—EDWIN-PILGRIM.-Mason.

Athelwold. Banish me! No. I'll die. For why should life Remain a lonely lodger in that breast

Which honor leaves deserted? Idle breath!
Thou canst not fill such vacancy. Begone.
This sword shall free-

Pilgrim. Oh shame to fortitude!

Shame to that manly passion, which inspires
Its vigorous warmth, when the bleak blasts of fate
Would chill the soul. Oh call fair ready virtue
Quick to thy aid, for she is ever near thee;
Is ever prompt to shed her sevenfold shield
O'er noble breasts.

Athel. And but o'er noble breasts;
Not o'er the breast which livid infamy
Indelibly hath spotted. Oh shame, shame!
Sword, rid me of the thought.

Pil. Forbear, forbear;

Think what a sea of deep perdition whelms
The wretch's trembling soul, who lanches forth
Unlicensed to eternity. Think, think;

And let the thought restrain thine impious hand.
The race of man is one vast marshaled army,
Summoned to pass the spacious realms of time,
Their leader the Almighty. In that march—
Ah! who may quit his post? when high in air
The chosen archangel rides, whose right hand wields
The imperial standard of heaven's providence,
Which, dreadly sweeping through the vaulted sky,
O'ershadows all creation.

Athel. I was once

Yes, I was once, I have his royal word for it,
A man of such tried faith, such steady honor,
As mocked all doubt and scruple.-What a change!
Now must that unstained, virgin character,
Be doomed to gross and hourly prostitution

Sating the lust of slander; and my wife,
My chaste Elfrida! Oh distraction, no.
I'll fly to save her.

Edwin. Stay, my dearest master;
You rush on instant death.

Athel. I mean it, slave,

And wouldst thou hinder me?
Ed. Yes, sir, I hold

'Tis duty to my king, and love to you,
Thus to oppose your entrance.

Athel. What! thou traitor!—
Thy pardon, Edwin, I forgot myself;
Forgot, that I stood here a banished man;
And that this gate was shut against its master.
Oh earth, cold earth,

Upon whose breast I cast this load of misery,
Bear it awhile; and you, ye aged oaks,

Ye venerable fathers of this wood,

Who oft have cooled beneath your arching shades
My humble ancestors; oft seen them hie
To your spread umbrage, from yon sultry field,
Their scene of honest labor; shade, ah! shade
The last, the wretchedest of all their race.

I will not long pollute ye; for I mean
To pay beneath your consecrated gloom
A sacrifice to honor, and the ghosts
Of those progenitors, who sternly frown
On me, their base descendant.

Ed.

See, thou Pilgrim,

How horror shades his brow; how fixed his eye;
Heavens! what despair.

Pil. Edwin, 'tis ever thus

With noble minds, if chance they slide to folly;
Remorse stings deeper and relentless conscience
Pours more of gall into the bitter cup

Of their severe repentance.

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Caswallon. Off.—I have strength in this unwearied arm

(Recognizing his son.) Ha! is it thou?

Fitz-Edward. Turn not away.-One word

Upon my knees I beg it.

Cas. Let it be

A brief one, then.-What wouldst thou?

Fitz-Ed. Oh, my father!—

The tempest that my slighted speech foretold,
Hath it not burst upon thee!

Cas. And 'tis this

To tell me this, that thou art here—to vaunt
Thy skill in divination?

Fitz-Ed.

No.-I come

To break thy commerce with the midnight wolf—
To pluck thee from the lair where foxes litter :-
Restoring thee to all those social joys

That flow from man's communion with his kind :—
To place thee once again—

Cas.

Beware—beware.—

If I thought that-thou knowest my temper-hence,
Nor urge it farther.

Fitz-Ed. Oh, I must, and thou

Must hear me, too.-Enough of constancy-
Enough of valor hath thy heart displayed.—
We are a fallen people.—To contend
With fortune now, were desperate vanity.
The sceptre hath departed from our land :—
The kingly sway—

Cas. Patience-oh, patience, heart!-
Fitz-Ed. Nay, hear me on.—

-Is not all lost?—and thou

Dost thou still singly labor to oppose

The common doom?—oh, idle all.—There now

Is left thee but one way to save thyself :—
But one-and I must speak it, howsoe'er

It grates against thine ear-it jars within

Thy bosom-I must speak it—'tis submission.

Cas. Heaven!—are thy thunders idle ?—and thou, earth 'That yet endurest his tread!—thou wilt not part Beneath him, and deep hide his infamy! No-thou disdainest that such a rank pollution Should rest within thy bosom !—This to me !— Submission!-Breathes the recreant to confront Caswallon with such counsel ?—Yes-behold him!— There with the uttered wish-the hateful hope Fresh reeking from his lips, he stands before me— Endless disgrace!-a Cambrian, and-my son! Fitz-Ed. Yet-vet I will be patient.

Cas.

No-thou blot

On the pure 'scutcheon of thy noble fathers-

Thor shalt not plume thee in my fall, nor show me
A humbled spectacle to swell thy pride

With "Lo! my work, and there the untamable !”-
I read thy heart's deep purpose.

Fitz-Ed. Dreadful thought!

"Tis not within thy hate's extremest bound
To think me so immeasurably base—
Oh, these hot stinging tears!—

Away, weak heart —

In upright conscious honesty, I stand

And shake thy loose aspersions from my soul,

As lightly as the falcon from her wing

The dews of evening.

Cas. I will not hear thee.-Hence.

Fitz-Ed. Obdurate man, bow thy proud spirit down, If ta'en thou diest.-Submit, and thou shalt live :(Imploringly upon his knees.) Beloved father!

By heaven's whole host, I will not see thee lost!—

(Starting up resolvedly.) No-if thou scorn to yield, I'll instant hence, And to the troops that now beset thee round, Reveal the secret of thy lurking place.

Cas. Reveal!-betray me to— ?

But no-thou art

Caswallon's son, and thus far he will trust thee.

Fitz-Ed. Oh, agony of heart!

Cas. (Going.) Nay, follow not.

Attempt to stay me, and a father's curse

Cling to thy soul, and hold thee lost for ever! (Exit.)
Fitz-Ed. Hark!―are there thunders crashing in the air?
Or what is't stirs my brain ?-a father's curse!-

It fell not 'tis not that that rages here.

That misery still is spared me.

He is gone!

SELECTION X.

VERNER-TELL-PIERRE-THEODORE-SARNEM-MICHAEL

SOLDIERS AND PEOPLE.- -Knowles.

(The people have gathered to one side, and look in the opposite direction with apprehension and trouble.)

Verner. Now Tell observe the people.

Tell. Ha! they please me now-I like them now-their looks Are just in season.

Pierre. 'Tis Sarnem.

Theodore. What is that he brings with him? Pierre. A pole; and on the top of it a cap That looks like Gesler's-I could pick it from A thousand!

Theo. So could I!-My heart hath oft

Leaped at the sight of it. What comes he now
To do?

(Sarnem enters with soldiers bearing Gesler's cap upon a pole, which he fixes into the ground; the people looking on in silence and amazement.)

Sarnem. Ye men of Altorf!

Behold the emblem of your master's power
And dignity. This is the cap of Gesler,
Your governor; let all bow down to it
Who owe him love and loyalty. To such
As shall refuse this lawful homage, or
Accord it sullenly, he shows no grace,
But dooms them to the penalty of bondage
Till they're instructed 'tis no less their gain
Than duty, to obey their master's mandate.
Conduct the people hither, one by one,
To bow to Gesler's cap.

Tell. Have I my hearing?

Ver. Away! away!

Tell. Or sight? They do it, Verner!
They do it! Look! Ne'er call me man again!
I'll herd with the baser animals!

Look!-Look! Have 1 the outline of that caitiff
Who to the servile earth doth bend the crown

His god did rear for him to heaven?

Ver. Away,

Before they mark us.

Tell. No! no!—since I've tasted,

I'll e'n feed on.

A spirit's in me likes it.

Sar. (Striking a person.) Bow lower, slave!

Tell. Do you feel that blow-my flesh doth tingle with it. I would it had been I!

Ver. You tremble, William; come-you must not stay. (Enter Michael through the crowd.)

Sar. Bow, slave.

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