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Mar. Oh Monster ! Monster ! there are three Idon. Thou seest me what I am. of us,
It was most heinous, And we shall howl together.
And doth call out for vengeance. [After a pause and in a feeble voice. Idon.
Do not add, I am deserted I prithee, to the harm thou 'st done already. At my worst need, my crimes have in a net
Eld. Hereafter you will thank me for this service. (Pointing to ELDRED) Entangled this poor man.- Hard by, a Man I met, who, from plain proofs Where was it? where?
of interfering Heaven, I have no doubt,
[Dragging him along. Laid hands upon your Father. Fit it were Eld. 'Tis needless ; spare your violence. His You should prepare to meet him. Daughter
I have nothing Mar. Ay, in the word a thousand scorpions lodge: To do with others; help me to my FatherThis old man had a Daughter.
(She turns and sees MARMADUKK leaning on ELEANOR Eld.
To the spot
-throws herself upon his neck, and after some I hurried back with her.-0 save me, Sir,
time, From such a journey there was a black tree, and thus we meet again ; one human stay In joy I met thee, but a few hours past ;
1 A single tree ; she thought it was her Father.
Is left me still in thee. Nay, shake not so. Oh Sir, I would not see that hour again
Mar. In such a wilderness—to see no thing, For twenty lives. The daylight dawned, and now
No, not the pitying moon ! Nay; hear my tale, 'tis fit that you should hear it
And perish so. As we approached, a solitary crow
Mar. Without a dog to moan for him. Rose from the spot ;-the Daughter clapped her
Think not of it, hands,
But enter there and see him how he sleeps, And then I heard a shriek so terrible
Tranquil as he had died in his own bed.
Mar. Tranquil—why not?
He is at peace ; Eld. (after a pause). A dismal matter, Sir, for me,
His body is at rest : there was a plot,
A hideous plot, against the soul of man :
It took effect--and yet I baffled it,
In some degree.
Between us stood, I thought, (ELDRED goes off Elea. (enters).
A cup of consolation, filled from Heaven
For both our needs ; must I, and in thy presence, Your limbs sink under you, shall I support you ? Mar. (taking her arm). Woman, I've lent my
Alone partake of it ?-Beloved Marmaduke !
Mar. Give me a reason why the wisest thing body to the service Which now thou tak’st upon thee. God forbid
That the earth owns shall never choose to die,
But some one must be near to count his groans. That thou shouldst ever meet a like occasion
The wounded deer retires to solitude,
[Moving towards the cottage door.
If she had never lived I had not done it ! SCENE changes to the door of ELDRED's cottage
Idon. Alas, the thought of such a cruel death IDONEA scated-enter ELDRED.
Has overwhelmed him.-I must follow. Eld. Your Father, Lady, from a wilful hand Eld.
Lady! Has met unkindness ; so indeed he told me, You will do well ; (she goes) unjust suspicion may And you remember such was my report : Cleave to this Stranger : if, upon his entering, From what has just befallen me I have cause The dead Man heave a groan, or from his side To fear the very worst.
Uplift his hand—that would be evidence. Idon.
My Father is dead; Elea. Shame! Eldred, shame! Why dost thou come to me with words like these ? Mar. (both returning) The dead bave but
Eld. A wicked Man should answer for his crimes. one face. (to himself).
And such a Man-so meek and unoffending- A mortal malady.-I am accurst :
It must be told, and borne. I am the man,
(Abused, betrayed, but how it matters not) Mar.
I (so filled
Presumptuous above all that ever breathed, With horror is this world) am unto thee
Who, casting as I thought a guilty Person The thing most precious, that it now contains : Upon Heaven's righteous judgment, did become Therefore through me alone must be revealed An instrument of Fiends. Through me, through me. By whom thy Parent was destroyed, Idonea ! Thy Father perished. I have the proofs !
Perished—by what mischance ? Idon.
O miserable Father! Mar. Beloved !-if I dared, so would I call theeThou didst command me to bless all mankind ; Conflict must cease, and, in thy frozen heart, Nor to this moment, have I ever wished
The extremes of suffering meet in absolute peace. Evil to any living thing ; but hear me,
[He gives her a letter. Hear me, ye Heavens !—(kneeling)—may venge- Idon. (reads) “Be not surprised if you hear ance haunt the fiend
that some signal judgment has befallen the man For this most cruel murder : let him live who calls himself your father ; he is now with And move in terror of the elements ;
me, as his signature will shew : abstain from conThe thunder send him on his knees to prayer jecture till you see me. In the open streets, and let him think he sees,
• HERBERT. If e'er he entereth the house of God,
MARMADUKE.' The roof, self-moved, unsettling o'er his head ; The writing Oswald's ; the signature my Father's : And let him, when he would lie down at night, (Looks steadily at the paper) And here is yours, Point to his wife the blood-drops on his pillow !
or do my eyes deceive me? Mar. My voice was silent, but my heart hath You have then seen my Father ? joined thee.
He has leaned Idon. (leaning on MARMADUKE). Left to the Upon this arm. mercy of that savage Man !
Idon. You led him towards the Convent? How could he call upon his Child !-O Friend ! Mar. That Convent was Stone-Arthur Castle. (Turns to MARMADUKE.
Thither My faithful true and only Comforter.
We were his guides. I on that night resolved Mar. Ay, come to me and weep. (He kisses her.) | That he should wait thy coming till the day
(To ELDRED). Yes, Varlet, look, Of resurrection. The devils at such sights do clap their hands. Idon.
With the disastrous issue of last night,
I have found him.- Thy perturbation, and these frantic words.
Name him not. Availed against the mighty ; never more Shall blessings wait upon a deed of mine.
Enter female Beggar. Idon. Wild words for me to hear, for me, an Beg. And he is dead !—that Moor-how shall orphan,
I cross it ? Committed to thy guardianship by Heaven ; By night, by day, never shall I be able And, if thou hast forgiven me, let me hope, To travel half a mile alone.-Good Lady! In this deep sorrow, trust, that I am thine Forgive me !-Saints forgive me. Had I thought For closer care ;-here, is no malady.
It would have come to this !
(Taking his arm. Idon. What brings you hither? speak ! Mar. There, is a malady
Beg. (nointing to MARMADUKE). This innocent (Striking his heart and forehead) And here, and Gentleman. Sweet heavens! I told him here,
Such tales of your dead Father !-God is my judge,
I thought there was no harm : but that bad Man, Start not !-Here is another face hard by ;
Of this too much.
at the door. Idon. (to MARMADUKE). Was it my Father ?
Men are there, millions, Oswald, no, no, no, for he
Who with bare hands would have plucked out thy Was meek and patient, feeble, old and blind,
heart Helpless, and loved me dearer than his life, And flung it to the dogs : but I am raised -But hear me. For one question, I have a heart Above, or sunk below, all further sense That will sustain me. Did you murder him? Of provocation. Leave me, with the weight Mar. No, not by stroke of arm. But learn the Of that old Man's forgiveness on thy heart, process :
Pressing as heavily as it doth on mine. Proof after proof was pressed upon me ; guilt Coward I have been ; know, there lies not now Made evident, as seemed, by blacker guilt, Within the compass of a mortal thought, Whose impious folds enwrapped even thee; and truth A deed that I would shrink from ;—but to endure, And innocence, embodied in his looks,
That is my destiny. May it be thine : His words and tones and gestures, did but serve Thy office, thy ambition, be henceforth With me to aggravate his crimes, and heaped To feed remorse, to welcome every sting Ruin upon the cause for which they pleaded. Of penitential anguish, yea with tears. Then pity crossed the path of my resolve :
When seas and continents shall lie between usConfounded, I looked up to Heaven, and cast, The wider space the better—we may find Idonea ! thy blind Father, on the Ordeal
In such a course fit links of sympathy, Of the bleak Waste-left him-and so he died ! An incommunicable rivalship
[IDONEA sinks senseless ; Beggar, ELEANOR, $C., Maintained, for peaceful ends beyond our view. crowd round, and bear her off.
(Confused voices-several of the band enter-rush Why may we speak these things, and do no more;
upon OSWALD and seize him. Why should a thrust of the arm have such a power, One of them. I would have dogged him to the And words that tell these things be heard in vain ?
jaws of hell — She is not dead. Why !—if I loved this Woman, Osw. Ha ! is it so !—That vagrant Hag !—this I would take care she never woke again ; But she will wake, and she will weep for me, Of having left a thing like her alive!
[Aside. And say, no blame was mine—and so, poor fool, Several voices. Despatch him ! Will waste her curses on another name.
If I pass beneath a rock [He walks about distractedly. And shout, and, with the echo of my voice, Enter OSWALD,
Bring down a heap of rubbish, and it crush me, Oswald (to himself). Strong to o'erturn, strong I die without dishonour. Famished, starved,
also to build up. [To MARMADUKE. A Fool and Coward blended to my wish ! The starts and sallies of our last encounter
(Smiles scornfully and exultingly at MARMADUKE. Were natural enough ; but that, I trust,
Wal. 'Tis done! (stabs him.) Is all gone by. You have cast off the chains
Another of the band. The ruthless Traitor ! That fettered your nobility of mind
A rash deed !Delivered heart and head !
With that reproof I do resign a station
Let us to Palestine ; Of which I have been proud. This is a paltry field for enterprise.
Wil. (approaching MARMADUKE). O my poor Mar. Ay, what shall we encounter next? This Master ! issue
Mar. Discerning Monitor, my faithful Wilfred, 'Twas nothing more than darkness deepening Why art thou here? [Turning to WALLACE. darkness,
Wallace, upon these Borders, And weakness crowned with the impotence of Many there be whose eyes will not want cause death !
To weep that I am gone. Brothers in arms ! Your pupil is, you see, an apt proficient. (ironically). Raise on that dreary Waste a monument
That may record my story : nor let words A hermitage has furnished fit relief
They had their choice : a wanderer must I go,
Or sleep, or rest : but, over waste and wild, In all things worthier of that noble birth,
In search of nothing, that this earth can give, Whose long-suspended rights are now on the eve But expiation, will I wander onOf restoration : with your tenderest care
A Man by pain and thought compelled to live, Watch over her, I pray, sustain her
Yet loathing life—till anger is appeased Several of the band (eagerly). Captain! In Heaven, and Mercy gives me leave to die. Mar. No more of that; in silence hear my doom :