Imatges de pÓgina

Alas! I now begin to fear that this
May be the occasion whence desire grows bola,
As if there were no danger. From the moment
That I pronounced to my own listening heart,
Cyprian is absent, O mne miserable !
I know not what I feel !

[More calmly.

It must be pity
To think that such a man, whom all the world
Admired, should be forgot by all the world,
And I the cause.

[She again becomes troubled.

And yet if it were pity,
Floro and Lelio might have equal share,
For they are both imprisoned for my sake. {Calmly.
Alas! what reasonings are these? it is
Enough I pity him, and that, in vain,
Without this ceremonious subtlety.
And woe is me! I know not where to find him now,
Even should I seek him through this wide world.

Enter DEMON.
Demon. Follow, and I will lead thee where he is.

Jus. And who art thou, who hast found entrance hither,
Into my chamber through the doors and locks?
Art thou a monstrous shadow which my madness
Has formed in the idle air?

No. I am one
Called by the thought which tyrannizes thee
From his eternal dwelling; who this day
Is pledged to bear thee unto Cyprian.

Jus. So shall thy promise fail. This agony
of passion which afflicis my heart and soul
May sweep imagination in its storm,
The will is firm,

Demon. Already half is done
In the imagination of an act.
The sin incurred, the pleasure then remains,
Let not the will stop half way on the road.

Jus. I will not be discouraged, nor despair,
Although I thought it, and although 'tis true,
That thought is but a prelude to the deed:
Thought is not in my power, but action is:
I will not move my foot to follow thee.

Demon. But far a mightier wisdom than thine own
Exerts itself within thee, with such power
Compelling thee to that which it inclines
That it shall force thy step; how wilt thou then
Resist, Justina ?

By my free-will.

Must force thy will.

It is invincible;
It were not free if thou hadst power upon it.

[He draws, but cannot move her, Demon, Come, where a pleasure waits thee. Jus.

It were bought
Too dear.

Demon. 'Twill soothe thy heart to softest peace.
Yus. "Tis dread captivity.


'Tis joy, 'tis glory. Jus. 'Tis shame, 'tis torment, 'tis despair. Demon.

But how
Canst thou defend thyself from that or me,
If my power drags thee onward ?

My defence
Consists in God.

[He vainly endeavours to force her, and at last

releases her.
Demon. Woman, thou hast subdued me
Only by not owning thyself subdued.
But since thou thus findest defence in God,
I will assume a feigned form, and thus
Make thee a victim of my baffled rage.
For I will mask a spirit in thy form
Who will betray thy name to infamy,
And doubly shall I triumph in thy loss,
First by dishonouring thee, and then by turning
False pleasure to true ignominy.

[Exit. Jus.

Appeal to Heaven against thee; so that Heaven
May scatter thy delusions, and the blot
Upon my fame vanish in idle thought,
Even as flame dies in the envious air,
And as the flowret wanes at morning frost,
And thou shouldst never-But, alas ! to whom
Do I still speak ?- Did not a man but now
Stand here before me ?-No, I am alone,
And yet I saw him. Is he gone so quickly?
Or can the heated mind engender shapes
From its own fear? Some terrible and strange
Peril is near. Lisander ! father! lord !
Livia ! -


O, my daughter ! What?
Liv. What?

A man go forth from my apartment now ?-
I scarce sustain myself!

A man here !
Jus. Have you not seen him?

No, Lady.
Jus. I saw him.

'Tis impossible; the doors Which led to this apartment were all locked.

Liv. [aside]. I daresay it was Moscon whom she saw,
For he was locked up in my room.

It must
Have been some image of thy fantasy.
Such melancholy as thou feedest, is
Skilful in forming such in the vain air
Out of the motes and atoms of the day.

Liv. My master's in the right.

O, would it were
Delusion; but I fear some greater ill.
I feel as if out of my bleeding bosom
My heart were torn in fragments; ay,
Some mortal spell is wrought against my frame;

Saw you

So potent was the charm, that had not God
Shielded my humble innocence from wrong,
I should have sought my sorrow and my shame
With willing steps.—Livia, quick bring my cloak,
For I must seek refuge from these extremes
Even in the temple of the highest God
Which secretly the faithful worship.

Liv, Here.

Fus. (putting on her cloak). In this, as in a shroud of snow, may I
Quench the consuming fire in which I burn,
Wasting away!

And I will go with thee.
Liv. When I once see them safe out of the house
I shall breathe freely.

So do I confide
In thy just favour, Heaven !

Let us go
Jus. Thine is the cause, great God ! turn for my sake,
And for thine own, mercifully to me!


The Lord and the Host of Heaven. Enter three Archangels.

The sun makes music as of old

Amid the rival spheres of Heaven,
On its predestined circle rolled

With thunder speed: the Angels even
Draw strength from gazing on its glance,

Though none its meaning fathom may:
The world's unwithered countenance
Is bright as at creation's day.

And swift and swift, with rapid lightness,

The adorned Earth spins silently,
Alternating Elysian brightness

With deep and dreadful night; the sea
Foams in broad billows from the deep

Up to the rocks; and rocks and ocean,
Onward, with spheres which never sleep,
Are hurried in eternal motion.

And tempests in contention roar

From land to sea, from sea to land;
And, raging, weave a chain of power,

Which girds the earth, as with a band.
A flashing desolation there,

Flames before the thunder's way;
But thy servants, Lord, revere

The gentle changes of thy day.

The Angels draw strength from thy glance,

Though no one comprehend thee may;
Thy world's unwithered countenance
Is bright as on creation's day.*

Mep. As thou, O Lord, once more art kind enough
To interest thyself in our affairs,
And ask, “How.goes it with you there below?"
And as indulgently at other times
Thou tookedst not my visits in ill part,
Thou seest me here once more among thy household.
Though I should scandalize this company,
You will excuse me if I do not talk
In the high style which they think fashionable;
My pathos would certainly make you laugh too,
Had you not long since given over laughing.
Nothing know I to say of suns and worlds;
I observe only how men plague themselves;
The little god o' the world keeps the same stamp,
As wonderful as on creation's day:
A little better would he live, hadst thou
Not given him a glimpse of heaven's light
Which he calls reason, and employs it only
To live more beastlily than any beast.
With reverence to your Lordship be spoken,

* Raphael. The sun sounds, according to ancient custoin,
In the song of emulation of his brother-spheres.
And its fore-written circle
Fulfils with a step of thunder.
Its countenance gives the Angels strength
Though no one can fathom it.
The incredible high works
Are excellent as at the first day.

Gabriel. And swift, and inconceivably swift
The adornment of earth winds itself round,
And exchanges Paradise-clearness
With deep dreadful night.
The sea foams in broad waves
From its deep bottom, up to the rocks,
And rocks and sea are torn on together
In the eternal swift course of the spheres.

Michael. And storms roar in emulation
From sea to land, from land to sea,
And make, raging, a chain
Of deepest operation round about.
There flames a flashing destruction
Before the path of the thunderbolt.
But thy servants, Lord, revere
The gentle alternations of thy day.

Chorus. Thy countenance gives the Angels strength,
Though none can comprehend thee :
And all thy lofty works

Are excellent as at the first day. Such is a literal translation of this astonishing Chorus; it is impossible to represent in another language the melody of the versification; even the volatile strength and delicacy of the ideas escape in the crucible of translation, and the reader is surprised to find a caput mortuum. - Author's Note.

He's like one of those long-legged grasshoppers,
Who flits and.jumps about, and sings for ever
The same old song i' the grass. There let him lie,
Burying his nose in every heap of dung.

The Lord. Have you no more to say? Do you come here
Always to scold, and cavil, and complain?
Seems nothing ever right to you on earth ?

Mep. No, Lord ! I find all there, as ever, bad at best.
Even I am sorry for man's days of sorrow;
I could myself almost give up the pleasure
Of plaguing the poor things.
The Lord.

Knowest thou Faust?
Mep. The Doctor ?
The Lord.

Ay; my servant Faust.

In truth
He serves you in a fashion quite his own;
And the fool's meat and drink are not of earth.
His aspirations bear him on so far
That he is half aware of his own solly,
For he demands from Heaven its fairest star,
And from the earth the highest joy it bears,
Yet all things far, and all iliings near, are vain
To calm the deep emotions of his breast.

The Lord. Though he now serves me in a cloud of error,
I will soon lead him forth to the clear day.
When trees look green full well the gardener knows
That fruits and blooms will deck the coming year.

Mep. What will you bet ?—now I am sure of winningOnly, observe you give me full permission To lead him softly on my path. The Lord.

As long
As he shall live upon the earth, so long
Is nothing unto thee forbidden-Man
Must err till he has ceased to struggle.

And that is all I ask; for willingly
I never make acquaintance with the dead.
The full fresh cheeks of youth are food for me,
And if a corpse knocks, I am not at home.
For I am like a cat-I like to play
A little with the mouse before I eat it.

The Lord. Well, well ! it is permitted thee. Draw thou
His spirit from its springs; as thou find'st power,
Seize him and lead him on thy downward path;
And stand ashamed when failure teaches thee
That a good man, even in his darkest longings,
Is well aware of the right way.

Well and good.
I am not in much doubt about my bet,
And if I lose, then 'tis your turn to crow;
Enjoy your triumph then with a full breast.
Ay; dust shall he devour, and that with pleasure,
Like my old paramour, the famous Snake.

The Lord. Pray come here when it suits you; for I never
Had much dislike for people of your sort.
And, among all the Spirits who rebelled,
The knave was ever the least tedious to me.
The active spirit of man soon sleeps, and soon

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