To the Hall of Arimanes, for to-night Is our great festival-'tis strange they come not. A Voice without, singing. The Captive Usurper, Hurl'd down from the throne, Forgotten and lone; I broke through his slumbers, I leagued him with numbers He's Tyrant again! 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, And there is not a wretch to lament o'er his wreck; But I saved him to wreak further havoc for me! FIRST DESTINY, answering. The city lies sleeping; The morn, to deplore it, The black plague flew o'er it Thousands lie lowly; Tens of thousands shall perish- Of their own desolation- This wreck of a realin-this deed of my doing- Enter the SECOND and THIRD DESTINIES. The Three. Our hands contain the hearts of men, We only give to take again The spirits of our slaves! First Des. Welcome!-Where's Nemesis? Second Des. At some great work; But what I know not, for my hands were full. Third Des. Behold she cometh. First Des. Enter NEMESIS. Say, where hast thou been My sisters and thyself are slow to-night. Nem. I was detain'd repairing shatter'd thrones, Marrying fools, restoring dynasties, We have outstaid the hour-mount we our clouds! [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Hall of Arimanes-Arimanes on his Throne, a Globe of Fire, surrounded by the Spirits. Hymn of the SPIRITS. Hail to our Master!-Prince of Earth and Air! Themselves to chaos at his high command! His shadow is the Pestilence; his path VOL. III. D To him War offers daily sacrifice; To him Death pays his tribute; Life is his, With all its infinite of agonies And his the spirit of whatever is! Enter the DESTINIES and NEMESIS. First Des. Glory to Arimanes! on the earth Second Des. Glory to Arimanes! we who bow Nem. Sovereign of Sovereigns! we are thine, A Spirit. Enter-MANFRED. What is here? A mortal!-Thou most rash and fatal wretch, 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, d of the Earth! or dread the worst. Man. I know it; And yet ye see I kneel not. Fourth Spirit. 'Twill be taught thee. Man. 'Tis taught already;-many a night on the earth, On the bare ground, have I bow'd down my face, I sunk before my vain despair, and knelt 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. The Spirits. Tear him in pieces! First Des. Crush the worm! Hence! Avaunt!-he's mine. Prince of the Powers invisible! This man Is of no common order, as his port And presence here denote; his sufferings Our own; his knowledge and his powers and will, Which clogs the ethereal essence, have been such |