Must serve who fain would sway-and sooth-and|
And watch all time-and pry into all place- And be a living lie-who would become A mighty thing among the mean, and such The mass are; I disdain'd to mingle with A herd, though to be leader-and of wolves. The lion is alone, and so am I.
Abbot. And why not live and act with other men? Man. Because my nature was averse from life; And yet not cruel; for I would not make, But find a desolation :-like the wind, The red-hot breath of the most lone Simoom, Which dwells but in the desert, and sweeps o'er The barren sands which bear no shrubs to blast, And revels o'er their wild and arid waves, And seeketh not, so that it is not sought, But being met is deadly; such hath been The course of my existence; but there came Things in my path which are no more. Abbot.
I 'gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would-
Look on me! there is an order
Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death; Some perishing of pleasure-some of study- Some worn with toil-some of mere weariness- Some of disease-and some of insanity- And some of wither'd, or of broken hearts, For this last is a malady which slays More than are number'd in the lists of Fate, Taking all shapes, and bearing many names. Look upon me! for even of all these things Have I partaken; and of all these things One were enough; then wonder nor that 1 Am what I am, but that I ever was,
Or having been, that I am still on earth. Abbot. Yet, hear me still- Man. Old man! I do respect Thine order, and revere thy years; I deem Thy purpose pious, but it is in vain :
Think me not churlish; I would spare thyself, Far more than me, in shunning at this time All further colloquy-and so-farewell.
[Exit MANFRED. Abbot. This should have been a noble creature: he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled; as it is, It is an awful chaos-light and darkness- And mind and dust-and passions and pure thoughts, Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive: he will perish, And yet he must not; I will try once more, For such are worth redemption; and my duty Is to dare all things for a righteous end. I'll follow him-but cautiously, though surely. [Exit ABBOT.
[MANFRED advances to the Window of the Hall Glorious Orb! the idol
Of early nature, and the vigorous race Of undiseased mankind, the giant sons 4 Of the embrace of angels, with a sex More beautiful than they, which did draw down The erring spirits who can ne'er return.— Most glorious orb! that wert a worship, ere The mystery of thy making was reveal'd! Thou earliest minister of the Almighty, Which gladden'd, on their mountain tops, the hearts Of the Chaldean shepherds, till they pour'd Themselves in orisons! Thou material God! And representative of the Unknown-
Who chose thee for his shadow! Thou chief star! Centre of many stars! which mak'st our earth Endurable, and temperest the hues
And hearts of all who walk within thy rays! Sire of the seasons! Monarch of the climes, And those who dwell in them! for near or far, Our inborn spirits have a tint of thee, Even as our outward aspects;-thou dost rise, And shine, and set in glory. Fare thee well! I ne'er shall see thee more. As my first glance Of love and wonder was for thee, then take My latest look: thou wilt not beam on one To whom the gifts of life and warmth have been Of a more fatal nature. He is gone: I follow.
The Mountains.-The Castle of Manfred at some distance.-A Terrace before a Tower.-Time, Twilight.
HERMAN, MANUEL, and other Dependants of MANFRED.
Her. 'Tis strange enough; night after night, for years,
He hath pursued long vigils in this tower, Without a witness. I have been within it,- So have we all been ofttimes, but from it, Or its contents, it were impossible To draw conclusions absolute, of aught His studies tend to. To be sure, there is One chamber where none enter: I would give The fee of what I have to come these three years, To pore upon its mysteries.
Manuel. 'Twere dangerous; Content thyself with what thou know'st already. Her. Ah! Manuel! thou art elderly and wise, And couldst say much; thou hast dwelt within the castleHow many years is't?
Ere Count Manfred's birth, I served his father, whom he naught resembles. Her. There be more sons in like predicament. But wherein do they differ?
Of features or of form, but mind and habits: Count Sigismund was proud,-but gay and free,- A warrior and a reveller; he dwelt not With books and solitude, nor made the night
Her. My lord, you bade me wait on you at sunset: A gloomy vigil, but a festal time,
He sinks behind the mountain.
Merrier than day; he did not walk the rocks
And forests like a wolf, nor turn aside
From men and their delights.
Beshrew the hour, But those were jocund times! I would that such Would visit the old walls again; they look
As if they had forgotten them.
The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the star Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watch-dog bay'd beyond the Tiber; and More near from out the Cæsars' palace came The owl's long cry, and, interruptedly, Of distant sentinels the fitful song
Must change their chieftain first. Oh! I have seen Bogun and died upon the gentle wind. Some strange things in them, Herman.
Her. Come, be friendly; Relate me some to while away our watch: I've heard thee darkly speak of an event Which happen'd hereabouts, by this same tower. Manuel. That was a night indeed! I do remember 'Twas twilight, as it may be now, and such Another evening;-yon red cloud, which rests On Eigher's pinnacle, so rested then,- So like that it might be the same; the wind Was faint and gusty, and the mountain snows Began to glitter with the climbing moon; Count Manfred was, as now, within his tower,- How occupied, we knew not, but with him The sole companion of his wanderings And watchings-her, whom of all earthly things That lived, the only thing he seem'd to love,- As he, indeed, by blood was bound to do. The lady Astarte, his――
Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breach Appear'd to skirt the horizon, yet they stood Within a bowshot-Where the Cæsars dwelt, And dwell the tuncless birds of night, amidst A grove which springs through levell'd battlements. And twines its roots with the imperial hearths, Ivy usurps the laurel's place of growth;- But the gladiators' bloody Circus stands. A noble wreck in ruinous perfection! While Cæsars' chambers, and the Augustan halls, Grovel on earth in indistinct decay.-
And thou didst shine, thou rolling moon, upon All this, and cast a wide and tender light, Which soften'd down the hoar austerity Of rugg'd desolation, and fill'd up,
As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries, Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er
Hush! who comes here. With silent worship of the great of old!- The dead, but sceptered sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.-
Enter the ABBOT. Abbot. Where is your master? Her.
Yonder in the tower. 'Tis strange that I recall it at this time:
Thou false fiend, thou liest! My life is in its last hour,-that I know, Nor would redeem a moment of that hour; I do not combat against death, but thee And thy surrounding angels: my past power Was purchased by no compact with thy crew, But by superior science-penance-daring- And length of watching-strength of mind—and skill
In knowledge of our fathers-when the earth Saw men and spirits walking side by side, And gave ye no supremacy: I stand Upon my strength—I do defy-deny- Spurn back, and scorn ye!-
What are they to such as thee?
Must crimes be punish'd but by other crimes, And greater criminals ?-Back to thy hell! Thou hast no power upon me, that I feel; Thou never shalt possess me, that I know: What I have done is done; 1 bear within A torture which could nothing gain from thine; The mind which is immortal makes itself Requital for its good or evil thoughts- Is its own origin of ill and end- And its own place and time-its innate sense, When stripp'd of this mortality, derives No color from the fleeting things without; But is absorb'd in sufferance or in joy,
Man. I knew, and know my hour is come, but not Born from the knowledge of his own desert. To render up my soul to such as thee: Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not Away! I'll die as I have lived-alone. tempt me;
Spirit. Then I must summon up my brethren.-I have not been thy dupe, nor am thy prey- Rise! [Other spirits rise up. But was my own destroyer, and will be Abbot. Avaunt! ye evil ones!-Avaunt! I say,- My own hereafter.-Back, ye baffled fiends! Ye have no power where piety hath power, The hand of death is on me-but not yours! And I do charge ye in the name- Spirit.
We know ourselves, our mission, and thine order; Waste not thy holy words on idle uses, It were in vain; this man is forfeited. Once more I summon him-Away! away!
Man. I do defy ye,-though I feel my soul Is ebbing from me, yet I do defy ye; Nor will I hence, while I have earthly breath To breathe my scorn upon ye-earthly strength To wrestle, though with spirits; what ye take Shall be ta'en limb by limb.
Spirit. Reluctant mortal! Is this the Magian who would so pervade The world invisible, and make himself Almost our equal?-Can it be that thou Art thus in love with life? the very life Which made thee wretched!
[The Demons disappear. Abbot. Alas! how pale thou art-thy lips are
And thy breast heaves-and in thy gasping throat The accents rattle-Give thy prayers to heaven- Pray-albeit but in thought,-but die not thus.
Man. 'Tis over-my dull eyes can fix thee not, But all things swim around me, and the earth Heaves as it were beneath me. Fare thee well- Give me thy hand.
Abbot. Cold-cold-even to the heart- But yet one prayer-alas! how fares it with thee?- Man. Old man! 'tis not so difficult to die.
Abbot. He's gone-his soul hath ta'en its earth
Whither? I dread to think-but he is gone.
Because thou wert my first-born, and I knew not If there would be another unlike thee, That monstrous sport of nature. But get hence, And gather wood!
Arn. I will; but when I bring it, Speak to me kindly. Though my brothers are So beautiful aud lusty, and as free
As the free chase they follow, do hot spurn me: Our milk has been the same.
Bert. As is the hedgehog's Which sucks at midnight from the wholesome dam Of the young bull, until the milkmaid find The nipple next day sore and udder dry. Call not thy brothers brethren! Call me not Mother; for if I brought thee forth, it was As foolish hens at times hatch vipers, by Sitting upon strange eggs. Out, urchia, out. [Exit BERTHA.
Arn. (solus.) Oh mother!-She's gone, and I must do
Her bidding-wearily but willingly
I would fulfil it, could I only hope
A kind word in return. What shall I do?
On the fair day, which sees no foul thing like Myself, and the sweet sun, which warm'd me, but In vain. The birds-how joyously they sing! So let them, for I would not be lamented: But let their merriest notes be Arnold's knell; The fallen leaves my monument; the murmur Of the near fountain my sole elegy: Now, knife, stand firmly, as I fain would fall! [As he rushes to throw himself upon the knife, his eye is suddenly caught by the fountain, which seems in motion.
The fountain moves without a wind: but shall The ripple of a spring change my resolve? No. Yet it moves again! The waters stir, Not as with air, but by some subterrane And rocking power of the internal world. What's here? A mist! No more ?—
[A cloud comes from the fountain. He stands gazing upon it: it is dispelled, and a tall black man comes towards him.
[ARNOLD begins to cut wood: in doing this he Say both in one?
wounds one of his hands.
My labor for the day is over now.
Accursed be this blood that flows so fast;
For double curses will be my meed now
At home. What home? I have no home, no kin, To which you please, without much wrong to either. No kind-not made like other creatures, or
To share their sports or pleasures. Must I bleed too Like them? Oh that each drop which falls to earth Would rise a snake to sting them, as they have
Or that the devil, to whom they liken me, Would aid his likeness! If I must partake His form, why not his power? Is it because I have not his will too? For one kind word From her who bore me would still reconcile me Ever to this hateful aspect. Let me wash The wound.
But come: you wish to kill yourself;-pursue Your purpose.
You have interrupted me.
Stran. What is that resolution which can e'er Be interrupted? If I be the devil
You deem, a single moment would have made you Mine, and for ever, by your suicide;
And yet my coming saves you.
Arn. I said not You were the demon, but that your approach Was like one. Stran.
Unless you keep company
[ARNOLD goes to a spring, and stoops to wash With him (and you seem scarce used to such high
A burden to the earth, myself, and shame Unto what brought me into life? Thou blood, Which flowest so freely from a scratch, let me Try if thou wilt not in a fuller stream Pour forth my woes for ever with thyself On earth, to which I will restore at once This hateful compound of her atoms, and Resolve back to her elements, and take The shape of any reptile save myself, And make a world for myriads of new worms! This knife! now let me prove if this will sever This wither'd slip of nature's nightshade-my Vile form-from the creation, as it hath The green bough from the forest.
In action and endurance than thyself,
And all the fierce and fair of the same kind With thee. Thy form is natural; 'twas only Nature's mistaken largess to bestow
The gifts which are of others upon man.
Arn. Give me the strength then of the buffalo's foot,
When he spurns high the dust, beholding his Near enemy; or let me have the long
And patient swiftness of the desert-ship,
[ARNOLD places the knife in the ground, with The helmless dromedary ;-and I'll bear
And I can fall upon it. Yet one glance
Thy fiendish sarcasm with a saintly patience. Stran. I will.
Arn. (with surprise.) Thou canst ?
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