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That is not in my province; but if thou
I will not swear—Obey! and whom? the spirits
Is this all!
Hast thou no gentler answer?—Yet bethink thee,
I have said it.
Enough!—I may retire then—say!
( The Witch disappears) Manfred (alone.)
We are the fools of time and terror. Days
Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live,
Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
In all the days of this detested yoke—
This vital weight upon the struggling heart,
Which sinks with sorrow, or beats quick with pain ,
Or joy that ends in agouy or faintness—
In all the days of past and future, for
la life there is no present, we can number
How few—how less than few—wherein the soul
If I had never lived, that which I love
The summit of the Jung-frau Mountain.
Enter First Destiny.
The moon is rising broad, and round, and bright -}
And here on snows, where never human foot
Of common mortal trod, we nightly tread,
And leave no traces ; o'er the savage sea,
The glassy ocean of the mountain ice,
We skim its rugged breakers, which put on
The aspect of a tumbling tempest's foam,
Frozen in a moment—a dead whirlpool's image;
And this most steep fantastic pinnacle,
The fretwork of some earthquake—where the clowls
Pause to repose themselves in passing by—
Js sacred to our revels, or our vigils;
Here do I wait my sisters, on our way
To the Hall of Arimanes, for to-night
Is our great festival—'tis strange they come not.
A Voice without, singing.
The Captive Usurper,
HurI'd down from the throne,
Forgotten and lone;
I shivered his chain,
He's Tyrant again I
With the blood of a million he'll answer my care, With a nation's destruction—his flight and despair. Second Voice, without.
The ship sail'd on, the ship sail'd fast,
lint I left not a sail, and I left not a mast;
There is not a plank of the hull or the deck,
And there is not a wretch to lament o'er his wreck •
Save one, whom I held, as he swam, by the hair,
And he was a subject well worthy my care
A traitor on land, and a pirate at spa—
But I saved him to wreak further havoc for me!
First Destiny, answering.
The city lies sleeping;
The morn, to deplore it,
Sullenly, slowly, *
The black plague flew o'er it—
Thousands lie lowly;
The living shall fly from
But nothing can vanquish
Sorrow and anguish, ''•
And evil and dread,
tr.Veiope a nation-—
Of their own desolation.—
This wreck of a realm—this deed of my doing—.
Our hands contain the hearts of men,
Our footsteps are their graves;
The spirits of our slaves!
Welcome !—Where's Nemesis ?' * .
At some great work; But what I know not, for my hands were full.
Behold she cometh.
(£/««• NEMESIS.) FIRST DESTINY.
Say, where hast tnou been? My sisters and thyself are slow to night.
I was detain'd repairing shattered thrones,
Marrving fools, restoring dynasties,
Avenging men upon their enemies,
And making them repent their own revenge;
Goading the wise to madness ; from the dull
Shaping out oracfes to rule the world
Afresh, for they were waxing out of date,
And mortals dared to ponder for themselves,
To weigh kings in the balance, and to speak
Of freedom, the forbidden fruit.—Away!
We have outstaid the hour—mount we our clouds I