Yet there was one Witch. Spare not thyself — proceed. Man. She was like me in lineaments - her eyes, Even of her voice, they said were like to mine; Her faults were mine - her virtues were her own- Witch. With thy hand? Man. Not with my hand, but heart-which broke It gazed on mine, and wither'd. I have shed Blood, but not hers—and yet her blood was shed I saw - and could not stanch it. Witch. And for this A being of the race thou dost despise, Man. Daughter of Air! I tell thee, since that hour But peopled with the Furies; — I have gnash'd Of elements the waters shrunk from me, And fatal things pass'd harmless the cold hand Back by a single hair, which would not break. The affluence of my soul- which one day was Must wake the dead, or lay me low with them. — in any shape — in any hour Do so With any torture so it be the last. Witch. That is not in my province; but if thou Wilt swear obedience to my will, and do My bidding, it may help thee to thy wishes. Man. I will not swear - Obey ! and whom? the spirits Whose presence I command, and be the slave Of those who served me - Never! Witch. Is this all? Hast thou no gentler answer? — Yet bethink thee, Man. (alone). We are the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, This vital weight upon the struggling heart, Or joy that ends in agony or faintness In all the days of past and future, for In life there is no present, we can number How few how less than few wherein the soul --- Forbears to pant for death, and yet draws back The sternest answer can but be the Grave, Of Endor; and the Spartan Monarch drew That which he loved, unknowing what he slew, And died unpardon'd - though he call'd in aid The indignant shadow to depose her wrath, A thing I dare not think upon or nothing. Yet in this hour I dread the thing I dare: On spirit, good or evil - now I tremble, And feel a strange cold thaw upon my heart. But I can act even what I most abhor, And champion human fears. — The night approaches. [Exit. ASTARTE. (MANFRED, Act ii. Scene 4.) The Hall of Arimanes. - Arimanes on his Throne, a Globe of Fire, surrounded by the Spirits. Enter the DESTINIES and NEMESIS; then MANFred. A Spirit. What is here? A mortal! Thou most rash and fatal wretch! Bow down and worship! Second Spirit. I do know the man A Magian of great power, and fearful skill! Third Spirit. Bow down and worship, slave! What, know'st thou not Thine and our Sovereign? - Tremble, and obey! All the Spirits. Prostrate thyself, and thy condemned clay, Child of the Earth! or dread the worst. On the bare ground, have I bow'd down my face, I sunk before my vain despair, and knelt To my own desolation. Fifth Spirit. Dost thou dare Refuse to Arimanes on his throne What the whole earth accords, beholding not The terror of his Glory? - Crouch! I say. Man. Bid him bow down to that which is above him, The overruling Infinite -the Maker Who made him not for worship— let him kneel, And we will kneel together. |