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.

ΤΟ

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

castle

How many years is 't?

Manuel.
Ere Count Manfred's birth,
I served his father, whom he nought resembles.
Her. There be more sons in like predicament.
But wherein do they differ?

Manuel.
I speak not
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
A gloomy vigil, but a festal time,

Merrier than day; he did not walk the rocks
And forests like a wolf, nor turn aside

From men and their delights.

Her.

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.

Manuel.

These walls

Must change their chieftain first. Oh! I have seen Some strange things in them, Herman.

Her.

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Come, be friendly; 30

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—

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Hush! who comes here ?

Enter the ABBOT.

Abbot. Where is your master?
Her.

Yonder in the tower.

Abbot. I must speak with him.
Manuel.

He is most private, and must not be thus
Intruded on.

Abbot.

Upon myself I take

The forfeit of my fault, if fault there be

But I must see him.

'Tis impossible;

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Her.

This eve already.

Abbot.

Thou hast seen him once

Herman! I command thee,

Knock, and apprize the Count of my approach.

Her. We dare not.

SCENE IV

Interior of the Tower.

MANFRED alone.

The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
Of the snow-shining mountains.-Beautiful!
I linger yet with Nature, for the Night
Hath been to me a more familiar face
Than that of man; and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness,

I learn'd the language of another world.
I do remember me, that in my youth,
When I was wandering,-upon such a night
I stood within the Coliseum's wall,
'Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome;
The trees which grew along the broken arches
Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars
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
Begun and died upon the gentle wind.
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 tuneless 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 Cæsar's 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 rugged desolation, and fill'd up,
As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries;

ΙΟ

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Leaving that beautiful which still was so,
And making that which was not, till the place
Became religion, and the heart ran o'er
With silent worship of the great of old,—
The dead but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule
Our spirits from their urns.

'Twas such a night!

'Tis strange that I recall it at this time;

But I have found our thoughts take wildest flight
Even at the moment when they should array
Themselves in pensive order.

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Abbot.

Enter the ABBOT

My good lord!

I crave a second grace for this approach;
But yet let not my humble zeal offend
By its abruptness-all it hath of ill
Recoils on me; its good in the effect

May light upon your head-could I say heart-
Could I touch that, with words or prayers, I should
Recall a noble spirit which hath wander'd,

But is not yet all lost.

Man.

Thou know'st me not;

My days are number'd, and my deeds recorded:

Retire, or 'twill be dangerous-Away!

Abbot. Thou dost not mean to menace me?
Man.

I simply tell thee peril is at hand,

And would preserve thee.

What dost thou see?

Abbot.

Man.

Abbot.

Man.

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Not I;

What dost thou mean?

And stedfastly ;-now tell me what thou seest? 60 Abbot. That which should shake me, but I fear it

not:

I see a dusk and awful figure rise,

Like an infernal god, from out the earth;
His face wrapt in a mantle, and his form

Robed as with angry clouds: he stands between
Thyself and me but I do fear him not.

Man. Thou hast no cause he shall not harm theebut

His sight may shock thine old limbs into palsy.

I say to thee-Retire !

Abbot.

And I reply

Never-till I have battled with this fiend :-
What doth he here?

Man.

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Why-aye-what doth he here ?

I did not send for him, he is unbidden.

Abbot. Alas! lost mortal! what with guests like these

Hast thou to do? I tremble for thy sake:

Why doth he gaze on thee, and thou on him?
Ah! he unveils his aspect: on his brow
The thunder-scars are graven: from his eye
Glares forth the immortality of hell-

Avaunt!

Man. Pronounce what is thy mission ?
Spirit.

Come!

Abbot. What art thou, unknown being? answer!speak!

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Spirit. The genius of this mortal.-Come! 'tis time. Man. I am prepared for all things, but deny The power which summons me. Who sent thee here ? Spirit. Thou'lt know anon-Come! come !

Man.

I have commanded Things of an essence greater far than thine, And striven with thy masters. Get thee hence ! Spirit. Mortal! thine hour is come- -Away! I say. Man. I knew, and know my hour is come, but not To render up my soul to such as thee: Away! I'll die as I have lived-alone.

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Spirit. Then I must summon up my brethren.~ Rise!

[Other Spirits rise up. Abbot. Avaunt! ye evil ones!-Avaunt! I say; Ye have no power where piety hath power, And I do charge ye in the name