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<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 63776 ***</div>

<h1>EIGHT DRAMAS<br />
<span class="smaller">OF</span><br />
CALDERON</h1>

<hr />

<p class="titlepage larger">EIGHT DRAMAS<br />
<span class="smaller">OF</span><br />
CALDERON</p>

<p class="titlepage">FREELY TRANSLATED<br />
<span class="smaller">BY</span><br />
EDWARD FITZGERALD</p>

<p class="titlepage"><span class="gothic">London</span><br />
<span class="smcap">MACMILLAN AND CO., Limited</span><br />
<span class="smaller">NEW YORK: THE MACMILLAN COMPANY</span><br />
1906</p>

<p class="titlepage smaller"><i>All rights reserved</i></p>

<hr />

<div class="chapter">

<h2 class="nobreak">CONTENTS</h2>

</div>

<table summary="Contents">
  <tr>
    <td></td>
    <td class="tdpg smaller">PAGE</td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Advertisement</span></td>
    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#ADVERTISEMENT">1</a></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">The Painter of his own Dishonour</span></td>
    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_PAINTER">3</a></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Keep your own Secret</span></td>
    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#KEEP_YOUR_OWN_SECRET">80</a></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Gil Perez, the Gallician</span></td>
    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#GIL_PEREZ_THE_GALLICIAN">139</a></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Three Judgments at a Blow</span></td>
    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THREE_JUDGMENTS_AT_A_BLOW">193</a></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">The Mayor of Zalamea</span></td>
    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_MAYOR_OF_ZALAMEA">255</a></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Beware of Smooth Water</span></td>
    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#BEWARE_OF_SMOOTH_WATER">309</a></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">The Mighty Magician</span></td>
    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_MIGHTY_MAGICIAN">369</a></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Such Stuff as Dreams are made of</span></td>
    <td class="tdpg"><a href="#SUCH_STUFF_AS_DREAMS_ARE_MADE_OF">441</a></td>
  </tr>
</table>

<hr />

<div class="chapter">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_1"></a>[1]</span></p>

<h2 class="nobreak" id="ADVERTISEMENT">ADVERTISEMENT</h2>

</div>

<p>In apologizing for the publication of so free translations
of so famous a poet as Calderon, I must plead,
first, that I have not meddled with any of his more
famous plays; not one of those on my list being
mentioned with any praise, or included in any selection
that I know of, except the homely Mayor of Zalamea.
Four of these six indeed, as many others in Calderon,
may be lookt on as a better kind of what we call
melodramas. Such plays as the <i>Magico Prodigioso</i>
and the <i>Vida es Sueño</i> (I cannot rank the <i>Principe
Constante</i> among them) require another translator,
and, I think, form of translation.</p>

<p>Secondly, I do not believe an exact translation of
this poet can be very successful; retaining so much
that, whether real or dramatic Spanish passion, is still
bombast to English ears, and confounds otherwise
distinct outlines of character; Conceits that were a
fashion of the day; or idioms that, true and intelligible
to one nation, check the current of sympathy in others
to which they are unfamiliar; violations of the probable,
nay <i>possible</i>, that shock even healthy romantic
licence; repetitions of thoughts and images that
Calderon used (and smiled at) as so much stage
properties—so much, in short, that is not Calderon’s
own better self, but concession to private haste or<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_2"></a>[2]</span>
public taste by one who so often relied upon some
striking dramatic crisis for success with a not very
accurate audience, and who, for whatever reason, was
ever averse from any of his dramas being printed.</p>

<p>Choosing therefore such less famous plays as still
seemed to me suited to English taste, and to that
form of verse in which our dramatic passion prefers
to run, I have, while faithfully trying to retain what
was fine and efficient, sunk, reduced, altered, and
replaced, much that seemed not; simplified some
perplexities, and curtailed or omitted scenes that
seemed to mar the breadth of general effect, supplying
such omissions by some lines of after-narrative;
and in some measure have tried to compensate for
the fulness of sonorous Spanish, which Saxon English
at least must forgo, by a compression which has its
own charm to Saxon ears.</p>

<p>That this, if proper to be done at all, might be
better done by others, I do not doubt. Nay, on
looking back over these pages, I see where in some
cases the Spanish individuality might better have been
retained, and northern idiom spared; and doubtless
there are many inaccuracies I am not yet aware of.
But if these plays prove interesting to the English
reader, I and he may be very sure that, whatever of
Spain and Calderon be lost, there must be a good
deal retained; and I think he should excuse the
licence of my version till some other interests him as
well at less expense of fidelity.</p>

<p>I hope my <i>Graciosos</i> will not be blamed for
occasional anachronisms not uncharacteristic of their
vocation.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_3"></a>[3]</span></p>

<hr />

<div class="chapter">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_4"></a>[4]</span></p>

<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_PAINTER">THE PAINTER
OF HIS OWN DISHONOUR</h2>

</div>

<hr />

<h3>DRAMATIS PERSONÆ</h3>

<table summary="Dramatis personæ">
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Federico</span></td>
    <td><i>Prince of Orsino.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Celio</span></td>
    <td><i>his Friend.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Luis</span></td>
    <td><i>Governor of Naples.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Porcia</span></td>
    <td><i>his Daughter.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Alvaro</span></td>
    <td><i>his Son.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Fabio</span></td>
    <td rowspan="3" class="valign">} <i>their Servants.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Belardo</span></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Julia</span></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Juan Roca</span></td>
    <td></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Serafina</span></td>
    <td><i>his Wife.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Pedro</span></td>
    <td><i>his Father-in-law.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Leonelo</span></td>
    <td rowspan="2" class="valign">} <i>their Servants.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Flora</span></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Maskers</span>, <span class="smcap">Musicians</span>,
    <span class="smcap">Sailors</span>, etc.</td>
  </tr>
</table>

<hr />

<div class="drama">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_5"></a>[5]</span></p>

<h3>ACT I</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A Room in <span class="smcap">Don Luis’</span> palace at Naples.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Luis</span> and <span class="smcap">Don Juan</span> meeting.</i></p>

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  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> Once more, a thousand times once more, Don Juan,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come to my heart.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad10">And every fresh embrace</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rivet our ancient friendship faster yet!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> Amen to that! Come, let me look at you—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, you seem well—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad14">So well, so young, so nimble,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will not try to say how well, so much</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My words and your conception must fall short</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of my full satisfaction.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad18">How glad am I</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To have you back in Naples!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad20">Ah, Don Luis,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Happier so much than when I last was here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, than I ever thought that I could be.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> How so?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_6"></a>[6]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad6">Why, when I came this way before,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I told you (do you not remember it?)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How teased I was by relatives and friends</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To marry—little then disposed to love—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Marriage perhaps the last thing in my thoughts—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Liking to spend the spring time of my youth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In lonely study.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad10">Ay, ay, I remember:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nothing but books, books, books—still day and night</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nothing but books; or, fairly drowsed by them,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By way of respite to that melancholy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The palette and the pencil—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In which you got to such a mastery</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As smote the senseless canvas into life.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">O, I remember all—not only, Juan,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When you were here, but I with you in Spain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What fights we had about it!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">So it was—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">However, partly wearied, partly moved</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By pity at my friends’ anxieties,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who press’d upon me what a shame it were</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If such a title and estate as mine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should lack a lineal inheritor,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At length I yielded—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fanned from the embers of my later years</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A passion which had slept in those of youth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And took to wife my cousin Serafina,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The daughter of Don Pedro Castellano.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> I know; you show’d me when you last were here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The portrait of your wife that was to be,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I congratulated you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad18">Well now</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still more congratulate me—as much more</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_7"></a>[7]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">As she is fairer than the miniature</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We both enamoured of. At the first glance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I knew myself no more myself, but hers,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another (and how much a happier!) man.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> Had I the thousand tongues, and those of brass,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That Homer wished for, they should utter all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Congratulation. Witty too, I hear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As beautiful?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad8">Yourself shall judge of all,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For even now my lady comes; awhile</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To walk the Flora of your shores, and then</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Over your seas float Venus-like away.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> Not <i>that</i>, till she have graced our gardens long,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If once we get her here. But is she here?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Close by—she and her father, who would needs</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">See her aboard; and I push’d on before</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To apprize you of our numbers—so much more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than when I first proposed to be your guest,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I entreat you—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad14">What?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad20">—to let us go,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And find our inn at once—not over-load</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your house.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad4">Don Juan, you do me an affront—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What if all Naples came along with you?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My heart—yes, and my house—should welcome them.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> I know. But yet—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i>                  But yet, no more ‘but yets’—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come to my house, or else my heart shall close</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Its doors upon you.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a>[8]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad8">Nay, I dare not peril</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A friendship—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad8">Why, were ’t not a great affront</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To such a friendship—when you learn besides,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have but held this government till now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only to do you such a courtesy.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> But how is this?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad18">Sickness and age on-coming,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I had determined to retire on what</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Estate I had—no need of other wealth—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beside, Alvaro’s death—my only son—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Nay, you have so felicitated me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I needs must <i>you</i>, Don Luis, whose last letter</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Told of a gleam of hope in that dark quarter.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> A sickly gleam—you know the ship he sail’d in</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was by another vessel, just escaped</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The selfsame storm, seen to go down—it seem’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all her souls on board.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">But how assured</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Twas your son’s ship?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad18">Alas, so many friends</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were on the watch for him at Barcelona,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whither his ship was bound, but never came—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beside the very messenger that brought</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The gleam of hope, premised the tragedy—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A little piece of wreck,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That floated to the coast of Spain, and thence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sent to my hands, with these words scratcht upon ’t—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘<i>Escaped alive, Alvaro.</i>’</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad20">When was this?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> Oh, months ago, and since no tidings heard,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In spite of all inquiry. But we will hope.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Meanwhile, Serafina—when will she be here?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> She must be close to Naples now.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_9"></a>[9]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad26">Go then,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tell her from me—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I go not forth to bid her welcome, only</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I may make that welcome sure at home.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> I’ll tell her so. But—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i>                        What! another ‘<i>But</i>’?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No more of that. Away with you.—Porcia!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Juan</span>.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Porcia</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Daughter, you know (I have repeated it</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A thousand times, I think) the obligation</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I owe Don Juan Roca.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Porcia.</i> <span class="pad12">Sir, indeed</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ve often heard you talk of him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad26">Then listen.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He and his wife are coming here to-day—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Directly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad4">Serafina!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad12">Yes.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To be our guests, till they set sail for Spain;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I trust long first—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad14">And I. How glad I am!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> You! what should make you glad?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad34">That Serafina,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So long my playmate, shall be now my guest.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> Ay! I forgot—that’s well, too—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let us be rivals in their entertainment.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">See that the servants, Porcia, dress their rooms</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As speedily and handsomely as may be.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> What haste can do (which brings its own excuse)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll do—’tis long a proverb hereabout</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That you are Entertainer-general,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rather than Governor, of Naples.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_10"></a>[10]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad22">Ay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I like to honour all who come this way.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Leonelo.</i> Peace to this house!—and not only that,
but a story beside.—A company of soldiers coming
to a certain village, a fellow of the place calls out for
two to be billeted on him. ‘What!’ says a neighbour,
‘you want a double share of what every one
else tries to shirk altogether?’ ‘Yes,’ says he, ‘for
the more nuisance they are while they stay, the more
glad one is of their going.’ In illustration of which,
and also of my master’s orders, I crave your Lordship’s
hand, and your Ladyship’s foot, to kiss.</p>

<p><i>Luis.</i> Welcome, good Leonelo. I was afraid I
had overlooked you in receiving your master.</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> And how does marriage agree with you,
Leonelo?</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> One gentleman asked another to dine; but
such an ill-ordered dinner that the capon was cold,
and the wine hot. Finding which, the guest dips a
leg of the capon into the wine. And when his host
asks him what he’s about—‘Only making the wine
heat the capon, and the capon cool the wine,’ says
he. Now just this happened in my marriage. My
wife was rather too young, and I rather too old; so,
as it is hoped—</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> Foolery, foolery, always!—tell me how
Serafina is—</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> In a coach.</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> What answer is that?</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> A very sufficient one—since a coach
includes happiness, pride, and (a modern author
says) respectability.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_11"></a>[11]</span></p>

<p><i>Por.</i> How so?</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> Why, a certain lady died lately, and for
some reason or other, they got leave to carry her to
the grave in a coach. Directly they got her in,—the
body, I mean,—it began to fidget—and when
they called out to the coachman—‘Drive to St.
Sepulchre’s!’—‘No!’ screams she,—‘I won’t go
there yet. Drive to the Prado first; and when I
have had a turn there, they may bury me where they
please.’</p>

<p><i>Luis.</i> How can you let your tongue run on so!</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> I’ll tell you. A certain man in Barcelona
had five or six children: and he gave them each to
eat—</p>

<p>(<i>Voices within.</i>) ‘Way there! way!’</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> They are coming.</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> And in so doing, take that story out of my
mouth.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Julia</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Julia.</i> Signor, your guests are just alighting.</p>

<p><i>Luis.</i> Come, Porcia—</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> (No, no, stop you and listen to me about
those dear children.)</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> They are coming upstairs—at the door—</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Juan</span> leading <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>, <span class="smcap">Don Pedro</span> and <span class="smcap">Flora</span>—all in travelling dress.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> Your hand, fair Serafina, whose bright eyes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seem to have drawn his lustre from the sun,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To fill my house withal;—a poor receptacle</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of such a visitor.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad12">Nay, ’tis for me</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_12"></a>[12]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">To blush for that, in quality of hostess;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet, though you come to shame my house-keeping,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thrice welcome, Serafina.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Serafina.</i> <span class="pad14">How answer both,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Being too poor in compliment for either!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll not attempt it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Pedro.</i> <span class="pad12">I am vext, Don Luis,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My son-in-law should put this burden on you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> Nay, vex not me by saying so.—What burden?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The having such an honour as to be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your servant?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad8">Here’s a dish of compliments!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Flora.</i> Better than you can feed your mistress with.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Guns heard without.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> What guns are those?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Fabio</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fabio.</i> <span class="pad20">The citadel, my lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Makes signal of two galleys in full sail</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Coming to port.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad8">More guests! the more the merrier!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> The merrier for them, but scarce for you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Luis.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad4">Nay, good fortune comes like bad,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All of a heap. What think you, should it be,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As I suspect it is, the Prince Orsino</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Returning; whom, in love and duty bound,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I shall receive and welcome—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">Once again,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Luis, give me leave—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad18">And once again,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And once for all, I shall <i>not</i> give you leave.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_13"></a>[13]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Prithee, no more—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All will be easily arranged. Porcia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know your guest’s apartments—show her thither;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll soon be back with you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad22">Permit us, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To attend you to the port, and wait upon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His Highness.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad8">I dare not refuse that trouble,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seeing what honour in the prince’s eyes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your company will lend me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad20">And methinks</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will go with you too.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad16">What, for that purpose?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> Yes—and because perhaps among the crowd</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I shall find some to whom I may relate</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That story of the children and their meat.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Don Luis</span>, <span class="smcap">Pedro</span>, <span class="smcap">Juan</span>, <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span>, <span class="smcap">Fabio</span>, etc.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Porcia, are they gone?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad24">They are.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad34">Then I may weep.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> Tears, Serafina!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad18">Nay, they would not stay</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Longer unshed. I would not if I could</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hide them from you, Porcia. Why should I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who know too well the fount from which they flow?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> I only know you weep—no more than that.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Yet ’tis the seeing you again, again</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unlocks them—is it that you do resent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The discontinuance of our early love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And that you <i>will</i> not understand me?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad32">Nay,—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What can I say?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad10">Let us be <i>quite</i> alone.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> Julia, leave us.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_14"></a>[14]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad18">Flora, go with her.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Julia.</i> Come, shall we go up to the gallery,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And see the ships come in?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Flora.</i> <span class="pad18">Madam, so please you.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Flora</span> and <span class="smcap">Julia</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Well, are we <i>quite</i> alone?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad28">Yes, quite.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad40">All gone,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And none to overhear us?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad18">None.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad24">Porcia,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You knew me once when I was happy!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad28">Yes,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or thought you so—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad14">But now most miserable!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> How so, my Serafina?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad22">You shall hear.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yes, my Porcia, you remember it,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That happy, happy time when you and I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were so united that, our hearts attuned</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To perfect unison, one might believe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That but one soul within two bodies lodged.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This you remember?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad12">Oh, how could I forget!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Think it not strange that so far back I trace</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The first beginnings of <i>another</i> love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose last sigh having now to breathe, whose last</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Farewell to sigh, and whose deceased hopes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In one last obsequy to commemorate,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I tell it over to you point by point</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From first to last—by such full utterance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My pent up soul perchance may find relief.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> Speak, Serafina.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad18">You have not forgot</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_15"></a>[15]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Neither, how that close intimacy of ours</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Brought with it of necessity some courtesies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Between me and your brother, Don Alvaro—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose very name, oh wretched that I am!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Makes memory, like a trodden viper, turn,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And fix a fang in me not sharp enough</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To slay at once, but with a lingering death</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Infect my life—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad10">Nay, calm yourself.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad30">We met,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Porcia—and from those idle meetings love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sprang up between us both—for though ’tis true</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That at the first I laugh’d at his advances,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And turn’d his boyish suit into disdain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet true it also is that in my heart</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">There lurk’d a lingering feeling yet behind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which if not wholly love, at least was liking,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the sweet twilight of whose unris’n sun</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My soul as yet walk’d hesitatingly.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For, my Porcia, there is not a woman,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Say what she will, and virtuous as you please,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, being loved, resents it: and could he,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who most his mistress’s disfavour mourns,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Look deeply down enough into her heart,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He’d see, however high she carries it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some grateful recognition lurking there</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the muffle of affected scorn.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know how I repell’d your brother’s suit:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How ever when he wrote to me I tore</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His letters—would not listen when he spoke—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And when, relying on my love for you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Through you he tried to whisper his for me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I quarrell’d with yourself—quarrell’d the more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The more you spoke for him. He wept—I laugh’d;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Knelt in my path—I turn’d another way;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_16"></a>[16]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though who had seen deep down into my heart,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had also seen love struggling hard with pride.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Enough—at last one evening as I sat</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beside a window looking on the sea,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wrapt in the gathering night he stole unseen</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beside me. After whispering all those vows</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of love which lovers use, and I pass by,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He press’d me to be his. Touch’d by the hour,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The mask of scorn fell from my heart, and Love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Reveal’d himself, and from that very time</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Grew unconceal’d between us—yet, Porcia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon mine honour, (for I tell thee <i>all</i>,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Always in honour bounded. At that time</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In an ill hour my father plann’d a marriage</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Between me and Don Juan—yours, you know,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Came here to Naples, whence he sent your brother,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know not on what business, into Spain;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And we agreed, I mean Alvaro and I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rather than vex two fathers at one time</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By any declaration of our vows,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Twere best to keep them secret—at the least,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till his return from Spain. Ah, Porcia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When yet did love not thrive by secrecy?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We parted—he relying on my promise,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I on his quick return. Oh, mad are those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, knowing that a storm is up, will yet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Put out to sea, Alvaro went—my father</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Urged on this marriage with my cousin. Oh!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> You are ill, Serafina!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad24">Nothing—nothing—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I reason’d—wept—implored—excused—delay’d—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In vain—O mercy, Heaven!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad20">Tell me no more:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It is too much for you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad18">Then suddenly</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_17"></a>[17]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">We heard that he was dead—your brother—drown’d—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They married me—and now perhaps he lives</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They say—Porcia, can it be?—I know not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whether to hope or dread if that be true:—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And every wind that blows your father hope</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Makes my blood cold; I know that I shall meet him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Here or upon the seas—dead or alive—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Methinks I see him now!—Help! help!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Swoons.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad30">Serafina!—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She has fainted!—Julia! Flora!—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alvaro.</i> <span class="pad24">My Porcia!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> Alvaro! (<i>They embrace.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad8">I have outrun the shower of compliment</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On my escapes—which you shall hear anon—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To catch you to my heart.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad18">Oh joy and terror!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Look there!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad8">Serafina!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And sleeping too!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad12">Oh, swooning! see to her</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till I get help.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> (<i>in her swoon</i>). Mercy, mercy!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alvaro, slay me not!—I am not guilty!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Indeed I am not!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> She dreams—and dreams of me—but very strangely—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Serafina!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> (<i>waking</i>). Dead!—or return’d alive to curse and slay me!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But I am innocent!—I could not help—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_18"></a>[18]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">They told me you were dead—and are you not?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I must marry him—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad16">Must marry?—whom?—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, you are dreaming still—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Awake!—’tis your Alvaro—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Offers to embrace her.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad20">No, no, no—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I dare not—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad8">Dare not!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Porcia</span>, <span class="smcap">Flora</span>, <span class="smcap">Julia</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> Quick, quick!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Flora.</i> My lady!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Julia.</i> My lord alive again!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Porcia, come hither—I am not alive,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till I have heard the truth—nay, if ’t be true</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That she has hinted and my heart forebodes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I shall be worse than dead—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Retires with <span class="smcap">Porcia</span> to back of Stage.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Juan</span> and <span class="smcap">Pedro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">What is the matter?—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My Serafina!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Pedro.</i> <span class="pad4">We have hurried back,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Told of your sudden seizure—What is it?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> The very heart within me turn’d to ice.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> But you are better now?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad28">Yes—better—pray,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be not uneasy for me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Porcia</span> in the rear</i>). This is true then!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> Nay, nay, be not so desperate, Alvaro,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hearing but half the story—no fault of hers—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_19"></a>[19]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll tell you all anon. Come, Serafina,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll see you to your chamber.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Pedro.</i> She will be better soon—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Lean upon me, my love—so—so.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad32">Oh, fury!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Oh, would to heaven these steps should be my last,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leading not to my chamber, but my grave!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span></i>). Wait here—compose yourself—I shall be back</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Directly.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Porcia</span>, <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>, and <span class="smcap">Juan</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> She is married—broke her troth—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I escape from death and slavery</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To find her—but the prince!—Oh weariness!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter the <span class="smcap">Prince Orsino</span>, <span class="smcap">Celio</span>, <span class="smcap">Don Luis</span>, and Train.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Each day, Don Luis, I become your debtor</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For some new courtesy.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad16">My lord, ’tis I</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who by such small instalments of my duty</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Strive to pay back in part the many favours</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You shower upon your servant. And this last,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of bringing back Alvaro to my arms,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not all my life, nor life itself, could pay.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Small thanks to me, Don Luis; but indeed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The strangest chance—two chances—two escapes—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">First from the sinking ship upon a spar,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then from the Algerine who pick’d him up,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Carried him captive off—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He first adroitly through their fingers slipping</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That little harbinger of hope to you,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_20"></a>[20]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And then, at last, himself escaping back</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Barcelona, where you know I was—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If glad to welcome, house, and entertain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Any distrest Italian, how much more,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Both for his own sake and for yours, your son,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So making him, I trust, a friend for life.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Rather a humble follower, my lord.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> I have no words to thank you—we shall hear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The whole tale from Alvaro by and by—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To make us merry—once so sad to him.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Meanwhile, Alvaro, thou hast seen thy sister?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Yes, sir—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad10">Oh what a joy ’tis to see thee!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> A day of general joy.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad12">Indeed!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad36">Especially</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To her, Alvaro—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad10">Sir?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad12">I mean your sister.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Yes, my lord—no—I am not sure, my lord—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A friend of hers is suddenly so ill,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My sister is uneasy—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad16">Serafina!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Indeed!—I know your Highness will forgive</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My seeing to her straight.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad20">And I, my lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would fain see some old faces once again</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As soon as may be.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad10">Nay, no more excuse—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Follow your pleasure.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad4">’Tis no friend I seek,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But my one deadliest enemy—myself.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Celio, I think we have well nigh exhausted</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The world of compliment, and wasted it:</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_21"></a>[21]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">For I begin to doubt that word and deed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are wasted all in vain.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Celio.</i> <span class="pad16">How so, my lord?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Why, if I never am to see Porcia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom I have come so far and fast to see—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> <i>Never</i>, my lord! her father’s guest is ill,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And she for a few minutes—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad18"><i>Minutes</i>, Celio!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Knowest thou not minutes are years to lovers?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> I know that lovers are strange animals.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Ah, you have never loved.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> <span class="pad30">No, good my lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’m but a looker-on; or in the market</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Just give and take the current coin of love—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Love her that loves me; and, if she forget,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forget her too.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad8">Ah, then I cannot wonder</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You wonder so at my impatience;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For he that cannot love, can be no judge</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of him that does.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> <span class="pad12">How so?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad16">I’ll tell thee, Celio.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He who far off beholds another dancing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Even one who dances best, and all the time</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hears not the music that he dances to,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thinks him a madman, apprehending not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The law that rules his else eccentric action.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So he that’s in himself insensible</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of love’s sweet influence, misjudges him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who moves according to love’s melody:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And knowing not that all these sighs and tears,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ejaculations, and impatiences,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are necessary changes of a measure,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which the divine musician plays, may call</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The lover crazy; which he would not do</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_22"></a>[22]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Did he within his own heart hear the tune</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Play’d by the great musician of the world.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> Well, I might answer, that, far off or near,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hearing or not the melody you tell of,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The man is mad who dances to it. But</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Here is your music.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Porcia</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Porcia.</i> I left my brother here but now.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad32">But now,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sweet Porcia, you see he is not here—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By that so seeming earnest search for him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Scarce recognising me, if you would hint</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At any seeming slight of mine toward you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I plead not guilty—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad14">You mistake, my lord—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Did I believe my recognition</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of any moment to your Excellency,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I might perhaps evince it in complaint,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But not in slight.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad10">Complaint!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad26">Yes, sir—complaint.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Complaint of what? I knowing, Porcia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you too knowing well, the constant love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I have borne you since the happy day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When first we met in Naples—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad24">No, my lord—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You mean my love to you, not yours to me—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unwearied through your long forgetful absence.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> How easily, Porcia, would my love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Prove to you its unchanged integrity,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were it not that our friends—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad24">Your friends indeed,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who stop a lame apology at the outset.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_23"></a>[23]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Serafina.</i> I cannot rest, Porcia, and am come</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To seek it in your arms—but who is this?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> The Prince Orsino.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad20">Pardon me, my lord—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I knew you not—coming so hurriedly,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And in much perturbation.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad16">Nay, lady,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I owe you thanks for an embarrassment</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which hides my own.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad14">Let it excuse beside</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What other courtesies I owe your Highness,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But scarce have words to pay. Heaven guard your Highness—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Suffer me to retire.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> I needs must after her, my lord. But tell me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When shall I hear your vindication?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To-night?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Ay, my Porcia, if you will.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> Till night farewell, then.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad24">Farewell.—Celio,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Didst ever see so fair an apparition,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As her who came and went so suddenly?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> Indeed, so sweetly manner’d when surprised,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She must be exquisite in her composure.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Who is she?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> <span class="pad16">Nay, my lord, just come with you,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know as little—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What! a new tune to dance to?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad22">In good time,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Here comes Alvaro.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_24"></a>[24]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alvaro.</i> How restless is the sickness of the soul!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I scarce had got me from this fatal place,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And back again—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad8">Alvaro!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad18">My lord—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Who is the lady that was here anon?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Lady, my lord—what lady?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad26">She that went</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A moment hence—I mean your sister’s guest.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> (This drop was wanting!)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My lord, the daughter of a nobleman</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of very ancient blood—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Pedro Castellano.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad12">And her name?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Serafina.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad8">And a most seraphic lady!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> You never saw her, sir, before?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad30">No, surely.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Would I had never done so!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> And in the hasty glimpse I had,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I guess her mistress of as fair a mind</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As face.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad4">Yes, sir—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> She lives in Naples, eh?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad28">No—on her way</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Spain, I think—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad10">Indeed!—To Spain. Why that?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> (How much more will he ask?)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My lord, her husband—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad14">She is married then?—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Torture!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> And who so blest to call her his,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alvaro?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_25"></a>[25]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Sir, Don Juan Roca, her cousin.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Roca? Don Juan Roca? Do I know him?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> I think you must; he came, sir, with my father</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To wait upon your Grace.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad16">Don Juan Roca!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No; I do not remember him—should not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Know him again.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Luis</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad8">My lord, if my old love</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And service for your Highness may deserve</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A favour at your hands—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad16">They only wait</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until your tongue has named it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad20">This it is then—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The captain of the galleys, good my lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In which your Highness came,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tells me that, having landed you, he lies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under strict orders to return again</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Within an hour.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad8">’Tis true.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad20">Now, good my lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The ships, when they go back, must carry with them</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some friends who, long time look’d for, just are come,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And whom I fain—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad8">Nay, utter not a wish</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know I must unwillingly deny.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alvaro.</i> Confusion on confusion!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad24">I have pledg’d</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My word to Don Garcia of Toledo,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The galleys should not pass an hour at Naples.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I feel for you,—and for myself, alas!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_26"></a>[26]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">So sweet a freight they carry with them. But</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I dare not—and what folly to adore</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A Beauty lost to me before I found it!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Prince</span> and <span class="smcap">Celio</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> And those I so had long’d for, to avenge</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Their long estrangement by as long a welcome,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Snatcht from me almost ere we’d shaken hands!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is not this ill, Alvaro?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad18">Ill indeed.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> And, as they needs must go, my hospitality,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Foil’d in its spring, must turn to wound myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By speeding their departure. (<i>Going.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad22">Sir, a moment.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Although his Highness would not, or could not,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Grant you the boon your services deserved,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let not that, I beseech you, indispose you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From granting one to me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad18">What is ’t, Alvaro?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Twere strange could I refuse you anything.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> You sent me, sir, on state affairs to Spain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But being wreckt and captured, as you know,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All went undone.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another opportunity now offers;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The ships are ready, let me go and do</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That which perforce I left undone before.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> What else could’st thou have askt,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In all the category of my means,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which I, methinks, had grudged thee! No, Alvaro,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The treacherous sea must not again be trusted</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With the dear promise of my only son.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Nay, for that very reason, I entreat you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To let me go, sir. Let it not be thought</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The blood that I inherited of you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Quail’d at a common danger.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad20">I admire</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_27"></a>[27]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your resolution, but you must not go,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At least not now.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beside, the business you were sent upon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is done by other hands, or let go by</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For ever.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Nay, sir—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad10">Nay, Alvaro.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> He is resolved. And Serafina,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To whose divinity I offer’d up</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My heart of hearts, a purer sacrifice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than ever yet on pagan altar blazed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has play’d me false, is married to another,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now will fly away on winds and seas,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As fleeting as herself.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then what remains but that I die? My death</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The necessary shadow of that marriage!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Comfort!—what boots it looking after that</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which never can be found? The worst is come,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which ’twere a blind and childish waste of hope</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To front with any visage but despair.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n that one single solace, were there one,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of ringing my despair into her ears,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fails me. Time presses; the accursed breeze</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Blows foully fair. The vessel flaps her sails</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That is to bear her from me. Look, she comes—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And from before her dawning beauty all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I had to say fades from my swimming brain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And chokes upon my tongue.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>, drest as at first, and <span class="smcap">Porcia</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Porcia.</i> And must we part so quickly?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Serafina.</i> <span class="pad18">When does happiness</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Last longer?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad8">Never!—who best can answer that?</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_28"></a>[28]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">I standing by, why ask it of another?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At least when speaking of such happiness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As, perjured woman, thy false presence brings!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Alvaro, for Heaven’s sake spare me the pang</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of these unjust reproaches.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad16">What! unjust!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Why, is it not unjust, condemning one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without defence?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad8">Without defence indeed!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Not that I have not a most just defence,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that you will not listen.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad18">Serafina,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I listen’d; but what wholly satisfies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The criminal may ill suffice the judge;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And in love’s court especially, a word</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has quite a different meaning to the soul</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of speaker and of hearer. Yet once more,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Speak.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> To what purpose? I can but repeat</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What I have told your sister, and she you,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What on the sudden waking from my swoon,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I, who had thought you dead so long, Alvaro,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Spoke in my terror, suddenly seeing you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alive, before me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad8">I were better, then,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dead than alive?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad8">I know not—were you dead</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I might in honour weep for you, Alvaro;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Living, I must not.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad8">Nay then, whether you</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forswear me living or lament me dead,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now you must hear me; if you strike the wound,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is it not just that you should hear the cry?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> I must not.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad12">But I say you must.</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_29"></a>[29]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad26">Porcia,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will you not help me when my life and honour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are thus at stake?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad8">Porcia’s duty lies</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In keeping watch that no one interrupt us.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Porcia.</i> Between the two confused, I yield at last</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To him, both as my brother, Serafina,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And for his love to you. Compose yourself;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I shall be close at hand, no harm can happen.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And let him weep at least who has lost all.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> If I am forced to hear you then, Alvaro,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You shall hear me too, once more, once for all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Freely confessing that I loved you once;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ay, long and truly loved you. When all hope</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of being yours with your reported death</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had died, then, yielding to my father’s wish,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I wed another, and am—what I am.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So help me Heaven, Alvaro, this is all!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> How can I answer if you weep?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad30">No, no,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I do not weep, or, if I do, ’tis but</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My eyes,—no more, no deeper.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Is ’t possible you can so readily</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Turn warm compassion into cold disdain!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And are your better pulses so controll’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By a cold heart, that, to enhance the triumph</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Over the wretched victim of your eyes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You make the fount of tears to stop or flow</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Just as you please? If so, teach me the trick,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As the last courtesy you will vouchsafe me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Alvaro, when I think of what I was,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My tears will forth; but when of what I am,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My honour bids them cease.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> You <i>do</i> feel then—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad26">Nay, I’ll deny it not.</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_30"></a>[30]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> That, being another’s—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad24">Nay, no argument—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> These tears—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad14">What tears?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad20">Are the relenting rain</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On which the Iris of my hope may ride;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or a sweet dew—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad6">Alvaro—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad14">That foretells</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That better day when in these arms again—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Those arms! Alvaro, when that day shall come</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May heaven’s thunder strike me dead at once!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Cannon within.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Mercy, what’s that?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Porcia</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Porcia.</i> <span class="pad8">A signal from the ship,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis time: your father and Don Juan now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are coming for you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad8">O heavens!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad18">Compose yourself,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you, Alvaro——(<i>Motions him back.</i>)</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Juan</span>, <span class="smcap">Luis</span>, <span class="smcap">Pedro</span>, <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span>, etc.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> Lady, believe how sadly I am come</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To do you this last office.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad18">Trembling still?—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But come, perhaps the sea-breeze, in requital</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of bearing us away from those we love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May yet revive you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad8">Well, if it must be so,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lady, your hand. Porcia, come with us.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt all but <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span>.</i></p>

<hr />

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_31"></a>[31]</span></p>

<h3>ACT II</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A room in <span class="smcap">Don Juan’s</span> house at Barcelona:
he is discovered painting <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>. It gradually
grows dusk.</i></h4>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Are you not wearied sitting?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Serafina.</i> <span class="pad24">Surely not</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till you be wearied painting.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad18">Oh, so much</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As I have wish’d to have that divine face</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Painted, and by myself, I now begin</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To wish I had not wish’d it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad16">But why so?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Because I must be worsted in the trial</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have brought on myself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad14">You to despair,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who never are outdone but by yourself!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Even so.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad10">But <i>why</i> so?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad26">Shall I tell you why?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Painters, you know, (just turn your head a little,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are nature’s apes, whose uglier semblances,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Made up of disproportion and excess,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like apes, they easily can imitate:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But whose more gracious aspect, the result</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of subtlest symmetries, they only outrage,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Turning true beauty into caricature.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The perfecter her beauty, the more complex</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And hard to follow; but her perfection</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Impossible.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad4">That I dare say is true,</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_32"></a>[32]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">But surely not in point with me, whose face</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is surely far from perfect.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">Far indeed</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From what is perfect call’d, but far beyond,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not short of it; so that indeed my reason</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was none at all.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad8">Well now then the true reason</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of your disgust.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad10">Yet scarcely my disgust,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When you continue still the cause of it.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well then, to take the matter up again—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The object of this act, (pray, look at me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And do not laugh, Serafina,) is to seize</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Those subtlest symmetries that, as I said,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are subtlest in the loveliest; and though</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It has been half the study of my life</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To recognise and represent true beauty,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I had not dreamt of such excess of it</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As yours; nor can I, when before my eyes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Take the clear image in my trembling soul;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And therefore if that face of yours exceed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Imagination, and imagination</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(As it must do) the pencil; then my picture</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can be but the poor shadow of a shade.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Besides,—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad8">Can there be any thing besides?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> ’Tis said that fire and light, and air and snow,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cannot be painted; how much less a face</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where they are so distinct, yet so compounded,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As needs must drive the artist to despair!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll give it up.——(<i>Throws away his brushes, etc.</i>)</div>
    <div class="verse indent18">The light begins to fail too.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And Serafina, pray remember this,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If, tempted ever by your loveliness,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_33"></a>[33]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And fresh presumption that forgets defeat,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’d have you sit again, allow me not,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It does but vex me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad14">Nay, if it do that</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will not, Juan, or let me die for it,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come, there’s an oath upon ’t.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">A proper curse</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On that rebellious face.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Leonelo.</i> And here comes in a story:—</p>

<p>A man got suddenly deaf, and seeing the people
about him moving their lips, quoth he, ‘What the
devil makes you all dumb?’ never thinking for a
moment the fault might be in himself. So it is with
you, who lay the blame on a face that all the world is
praising, and not on your own want of skill to paint it.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Not a very apt illustration, Leonelo, as
you would admit if you heard what I was saying
before you came in. But, whose soever the fault,
I am the sufferer. I will no more of it, however.
Come, I will abroad.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Whither, my lord?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Down to the pier, with the sea and the
fresh air, to dispel my vexation.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> By quitting me?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> I might indeed say so, since the sight of
you is the perpetual trophy of my defeat. But what
if leave you in order to return with a double zest?</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Nay, nay, with no such pretty speeches hope
to delude me; I know what it is. The carnival
with its fair masks.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> A mask abroad when I have that face at
home!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_34"></a>[34]</span></p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Nay, nay, I know you.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Better than I do myself?</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> What wife does not?</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> Just so. A German and the priest of his
village coming to high words one day, because the
man blew his swine’s horn under the priest’s window,
the priest calls out in a rage, ‘I’ll denounce your
horns to the parish, I will!’ which the man’s wife
overhearing in the scullery, she cries out, ‘Halloa,
neighbour, here is the priest revealing my confession!’</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> What impertinence, Leonelo!</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> Very well then, listen to this; a certain
man in Barcelona had five or six children, and one
day—</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Peace, foolish fellow.</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> Those poor children will never get the
meat well into their mouths.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Farewell, my love, awhile.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Juan</span> and <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad28">Farewell, my lord.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thou little wicked Cupid,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am amused to find how by degrees</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The wound your arrows in my bosom made,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And made to run so fast with tears, is healing.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yea, how those very arrows and the bow</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That did such mischief, being snapt asunder—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thyself art tamed to a good household child.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Flora</span>, out of breath.</i></p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> O madam!</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Well, Flora, what now?</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> O madam, there is a man down-stairs!</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Well?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_35"></a>[35]</span></p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> Drest sailor-like.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Well?</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> He will not go away unless I give this
letter into your hands.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Into my hands? from whom?</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> From the lady Porcia he says, madam.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> From Porcia, well, and what frightens you?</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> Nothing, madam, and yet—</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> And yet there is something.</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> O, my lady, if this should be Don Alvaro!</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Don Alvaro! what makes you think that?</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> I am sure it is he.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> But did you tell him you knew him?</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> I could not help, madam, in my surprise.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> And what said he then?</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Flora.</i> That I must tell you he was here.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad36">Alvaro!—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Flora, go back, tell him you dared not tell me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fearful of my rebuke, and say beside,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As of your own advice, that it is fit,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Both for himself and me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That he depart immediately.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Flora.</i> <span class="pad20">Yes, madam.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>As she is going, enter <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span>, as a Sailor.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alvaro.</i> No need. Seeing Don Juan leave his house,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have made bold to enter, and have heard</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What Flora need not to repeat.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad24">Nay, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rather it seems as if you had not heard;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seeing the most emphatic errand was</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To bid you hence.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad12">So might it seem perhaps,</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_36"></a>[36]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Inexorable beauty: but you know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How one delinquency another breeds:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And having come so far, and thus disguised,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only to worship at your shrine, Serafina,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(I dare not talk of love,) I do beseech you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Do not so frown at my temerity,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As to reject the homage that it brings.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Don Alvaro,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If thus far I have listen’d, think it not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Warrant of further importunity.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I could not help it—’tis with dread and terror</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I have heard thus much; I now beseech you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Since you profess you came to honour me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Show that you did so truly by an act</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That shall become your honour well as mine.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Speak, Serafina.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad18">Leave me so at once,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And without further parley,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I may be assured <i>you</i> are assured</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That lapse of time, my duty as a wife,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My husband’s love for me, and mine for him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My station and my name, all have so changed me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That winds and waves might sooner overturn</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not the oak only,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But the eternal rock on which it grows,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than you my heart, though sea and sky themselves</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Join’d in the tempest of your sighs and tears.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> But what if I remember other times</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When Serafina was no stubborn oak,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Resisting wind and wave, but a fair flower</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That open’d to the sun of early love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And follow’d him along the golden day:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No barren heartless rock,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But a fair temple in whose sanctuary</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_37"></a>[37]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Love was the idol, daily and nightly fed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With sacrifice of one whole human heart.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> I do not say ’twas not so;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, sir, to carry back the metaphor</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your ingenuity has turn’d against me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That tender flower, transplanted it may be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To other skies and soil, might in good time</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Strike down such roots and strengthen such a stem</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As were not to be shook: the temple, too,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though seeming slight to look on, being yet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of nature’s fundamental marble built,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When once that foolish idol was dethroned,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And the true God set up into his place,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Might stand unscathed in sanctity and worship,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For ages and for ages.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad16">Serafina,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why talk to me of ages, when the account</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of my misfortune and your cruelty</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Measures itself by hours, and not by years!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It was but yesterday you loved me, yes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Loved me, and (let the metaphor run on)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I never will believe it ever was,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or is, or ever can be possible</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That the fair flower so soon forgot the sun</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To which so long she owed and turn’d her beauty,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To love the baser mould in which she grew:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or that the temple could so soon renounce</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her old god, true god too while he was there,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For any cold and sober deity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which you may venerate, but cannot love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Newly set up.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad8">I must leave metaphor,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And take to sober sense; nor is it right,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alvaro, that you strive</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To choke the virtuous present with the past,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_38"></a>[38]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, when it was the past, was virtuous too,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But would be guilty if reiterate.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor is it right, nor courteous, certainly,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Doubting what I declare of my own heart;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, you who do yourself affirm, Alvaro,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How well I loved you when such love was lawful,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are bound to credit me when I declare</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That love is now another’s.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad22">Serafina—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan</i> (<i>speaking within</i>). Light, light, there!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Flora</span> hurriedly.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Flora.</i> <span class="pad38">Madam, my lord, my lord.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Confusion!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad12">O ye heavens!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Flora.</i> <span class="pad24">The old lover’s story.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Brother or husband sure to interrupt.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan</i> (<i>within</i>). A light there, Flora! Serafina! night</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Set in, and not a lamp lit in the house?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> He comes.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad10">And I am lost!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Flora.</i> <span class="pad24">Quick, Don Alvaro,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into this closet, till my lord be gone</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into his chamber; in, in, in!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad24">My fears</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are all for you, not for myself.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Hides in the closet.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Flora.</i> <span class="pad24">In, in!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan</i> (<i>entering</i>). How is it there’s no light?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad40">She had forgot—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But here it comes.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_39"></a>[39]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Flora</span> with lights.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent14">’Twas kind of you, my lord,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So quickly back again—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sooner than I expected.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad16">Yes, a friend</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Caught hold of me just as I reach’d the pier,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And told me to get home again.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad16">My heart!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> And wherefore do you think?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad30">Nay, I know not.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> To tell you of a festival, Serafina,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Preparing in your honour.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad10">I breathe again.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> The story’s this. It is the carnival,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know, and, by a very ancient usage,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To-morrow all the folk of Barcelona,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Highest as well as lowest, men and women,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Go abroad mask’d to dance and see the shows.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you being newly come, they have devised</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A dance and banquet for you, to be held</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In Don Diego’s palace, looking forth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So pleasantly (do you remember it?)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon the sea. And therefore for their sakes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And mine, my Serafina, you must for once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Eclipse that fair face with the ugly mask;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll find you fitting dress,—what say you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad38">Nay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What should I say but that your will is mine,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In this as evermore?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now you speak of dress, there are ev’n now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some patterns brought me in the nick of time</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To choose from, in my chamber; prithee come,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And help me judge.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_40"></a>[40]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad12">I would that not your robe</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only, but all the ground on which you walk</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were laced with diamond.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad18">What, not done yet</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With compliment? Come—come.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>She takes a light.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">But wherefore this?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> My duty is to wait upon you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad28">No.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Take the lamp, Flora.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad16">Flora waits on me,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I on you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad8">What humour’s this?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But be it as you will.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Juan</span> and <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Flora</i> (<i>letting out <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span></i>). Now is the time, Signor Alvaro! hist!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The coast is clear, but silently and swiftly—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Follow—but, hush! stop! wait!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad24">What now?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Flora.</i> <span class="pad32">A moment!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Back, back, ’tis Leonelo.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Put out the light, I can slip past him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Flora</i> (<i>falls putting out light</i>). No sooner said than done.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">O Lord, Lord, Lord!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Leonelo.</i> What is the matter?</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> The matter is, I have fallen.</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> Into temptation?</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> It is well, sir, if I have not broken my
leg; here, sir, cease your gibing, and get this lamp
lighted directly.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_41"></a>[41]</span></p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> (<i>stumbling over <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span></i>). Halloa!</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> What now?</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> I’ve fallen now, and on your temptation
I think, for it has got a beard.</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> (<i>groping his way</i>). The fool! but I can find
the door.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> There goes some one!</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> The man’s mad!</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> Am I? Halloa! halloa, there!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Juan</span> with light.</i></p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> What is the matter?</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> Nothing, nothing, my lord.</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> Nothing? I say it is something, a great—</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> My lord, going to shut the door, I stumbled,
fell, and put out the light, that’s all.</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> And I stumbled too.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Well?</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> Over a man.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> In this chamber?</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> Yes, and—</p>

<p><i>Flora.</i> Nonsense! my lord, he stumbled against
<i>me</i>, as we both floundered in the dark.</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> You! What have you done with your beard
then?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Are you mad? or is this some foolery?</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> My lord, I swear I stumbled over a fellow
here.</p>

<p><i>Juan</i> (<i>aside</i>). And she so anxious to light me to
her chamber! what is all this? Take the lamp,
Leonelo. Though partly I think you have been
dreaming, I will yet search the house; come with
me. I will draw the sting of suspicion at once,
come what come may.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Draws sword and exit.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_42"></a>[42]</span></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Flora</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Leon.</span></i>). All of your work. A murrain on your head,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Making this pother.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad12">Minx! what is said, is said.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>The garden of <span class="smcap">Don Luis’</span> palace at Naples;
a window with a balcony on one side, or in front:—night.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter the <span class="smcap">Prince</span> and <span class="smcap">Celio</span> muffled up.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Celio.</i> Still sighing? pardon me, your Highness, but</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This melancholy is a riddle to me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Ah, Celio, so strange a thing is love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sighs you think are melancholy sighs,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet are not so; I have indeed drunk poison,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But love the taste of it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> <span class="pad20">I used to think</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Twas all of being away from your Porcia;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But now when better starr’d, her brother absent;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her father unsuspicious, at her bidding</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Night after night you come beneath her lattice,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yet—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> If Porcia be not the cause</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of my complaint she cannot be the cure:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet (such is love’s pathology) she serves</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To soothe the wound another made.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> Who then was she, my lord, for whose fair sake</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You cannot either love this loving lady,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor leave her?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad6">I would tell you, Celio,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But you would laugh at me.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_43"></a>[43]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> <span class="pad26">Tell me, however.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Rememberest not the lady whom we saw</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For a few minutes, like some lovely vision,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In this same house a little while ago,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not Porcia, but her diviner guest?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> Oh, I remember; is it then to be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The speciality of your Highness’ love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, whereas other men’s dies off by absence,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yours quickens—if it can be love at all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Caught from one transitory glance?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad26">Nay, Celio;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Because a cloud may cover up the sun</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At his first step into the firmament,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are we to say he never rose at all?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are we to say the lightning did not flash</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Because it did but flash, or that the fountain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Never ran fresh because it ran so fast</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into its briny cradle and its grave?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My love, if ’twere but of one moment born,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And but a moment living, yet was love;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And love it <i>is</i>, now living with my life.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>A harp heard.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> O fine comparisons! but hark, I hear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The widow’d turtle in the leaves away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Calling her faithless mate.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad18">Yes, Celio, ’tis</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Porcia—if she sings to me of <i>love</i>,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am to approach the window; but if <i>jealousy</i>,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am to keep aloof. Listen!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Porcia</i> (<i>singing within</i>).</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">Of all the shafts to Cupid’s bow.</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">The first is tipt with fire;</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">All bare their bosoms to the blow,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">And call the wound Desire.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>She appears at the window.</i>)</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_44"></a>[44]</span></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Ah! I was waiting, lovely Porcia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till your voice drew me by the notes of love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or distanced me by those of jealousy.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> Which needs not music, prince, to signify,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Being love’s plain, prose history.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad26">Not always;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For instance, I know one,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, to refute your theory, Porcia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Attracts men by her jealousy as much</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As she repels them by her love.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad26">Nay, then</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Men must be stranger beings than I thought.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> I know not how that is, I only know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That in love’s empire, as in other empires,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rebellion sometimes prospers.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad24">That the night</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would give us leave to argue out their point!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which yet I fear it will not.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad20">Why?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad28">My father,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who frets about my brother’s sudden absence,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sits up enditing letters after him;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And therefore I have brought my harp, that while</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We talk together I may touch the strings,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So as he, hearing me so occupied,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May not suspect or ask for me. Besides,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We can talk under cover of the music.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Not the first time that love has found himself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fretted, Porcia.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad10">Oh, the wretched jest!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But listen—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The music is for him, the words for you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For I have much to tell you underneath</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This mask of music.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Plays on the harp.</i>)</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_45"></a>[45]</span></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">You know my father has been long resolved</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To quit this government, and to return</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To his own country place—which resolution,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">First taken on my brother’s supposed death,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My brother’s sudden absence has revived;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And brought to a head—so much so, that to-morrow,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To-morrow, he has settled to depart</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Bellaflor—I scarce can say the words—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But let my tears—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad10">’Tis well that you should mask</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ill news under sweet music: though, indeed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A treason to make sweet the poison’d cup.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> Who more than I—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Julia</span> within, hurried.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Julia.</i> <span class="pad16">Madam, madam, your father</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is gone into the garden—I hear his steps.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> Nay then——(<i>Sings</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">Love’s second is a poison’d dart,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">And Jealousy is named:</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Which carries poison to the heart</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Desire had first inflamed.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> She sings of jealousy—we must retire;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hist, Celio!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i><span class="smcap">Celio</span> and <span class="smcap">Prince</span> retreat.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Luis</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Julia.</i> <span class="pad4">Who’s there?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad20">Speak!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad26">Oh, I, Porcia,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who writing in my study, and much troubled</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About your brother, was seduced away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By your harp’s pleasant sound and the cool night,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To take a turn in the garden.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_46"></a>[46]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad26">Yes, sir, here</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I sit, enjoying the cool air that blows</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Up from the shore among the whispering leaves.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> What better? but, Porcia, it grows late,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And chilly, I think: and though I’d have you here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Singing like a nightingale the whole night through,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It must not be. Will you come in?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad28">Directly—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ve but a moment.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince</i> (<i>entering</i>). And you shall not need</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Repeat the love call, for I heard—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> (<i>playing as she speaks</i>). <span class="pad4">Nay, listen,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And that attentively. To-morrow, then,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We go to Bellaflor, (you know the place,)—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">There in the hill-top, hid among the trees,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is an old castle; ours, but scarcely used,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And kept by an old man who loves me well,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And can be secret. And if you should come</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That way by chance, as hunting it may be,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I think we yet may meet.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis</i> (<i>within</i>). <span class="pad8">Porcia!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad26">Sir!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis</i> (<i>within</i>). It’s time, indeed, to shut your window.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad50">Hark,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I dare no longer.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad8">Then farewell!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad26">Farewell!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Remember Bellaflor: while you retreat</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Among the trees, I still shall sing to you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of love; not that dark shape of jealousy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But in the weeds of absence.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad20">A descant</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That suits us both,——(<i>aside</i>) but on a different theme.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_47"></a>[47]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> (<i>singing</i>).</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">The last of Cupid’s arrows all</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">With heavy lead is set;</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">That vainly weeping lovers call</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Repentance or Regret.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>As she retires still singing from the window within, the <span class="smcap">Prince</span> and <span class="smcap">Celio</span> retire back into the garden.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>A street before <span class="smcap">Don Diego’s</span> house in
Barcelona.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span> and <span class="smcap">Fabio</span>, masked: other Masks pass across, and into <span class="smcap">Diego’s</span> house.</i></p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> This is the place; here will I wait till she
comes by. I know her dress, but I dared not follow
her till myself disguised.</p>

<p><i>Fab.</i> And no doubt, sir, you will find good
opportunity of talking to her. ’Tis the old and
acknowledged usage of this season, that any one may
accost any one so long as both are masked, and so
neither supposed to know the other.</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> Oh, a brave usage, and a brave invention,
that of the Carnival! One may accost whom one
pleases, and whisper what one will, under the very
ears of husband, father, or duenna!</p>

<p><i>Fab.</i> So received a custom, that even among this
hot-headed jealous people of Spain, no mortal quarrel
has yet arisen on these occasions, though plenty to
provoke it.</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> Look! the Masks are coming; I hear the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_48"></a>[48]</span>
music within. She must soon be here. Let us withdraw
round this corner till she come.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span>—<i>A garden leading down to the sea; on
one side a Portico.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Masks singing and dancing;
in the course of which enter and mix with them,
<span class="smcap">Juan</span>, <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>, <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span>, and <span class="smcap">Flora</span>, and
afterwards <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span>; all masked.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">Tantara, tantara, come follow me all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Carnival, Carnival, Carnival.</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Follow me, follow me, nobody ask;</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Crazy is Carnival under the mask.</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Follow me, follow me, nobody knows;</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Under the mask is under the rose.</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Tantara, tantara, etc.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> How like you all this uproar?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad32">O quite well.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan</i> (<i>aside</i>). And so should I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Did not a shadow from that darken’d room</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Trail after me. But why torment myself!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> My lord, the dancers wait.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan</i> (<i>to the musicians</i>). Pardon me. Strike up!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices.</i> Strike up! strike up!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>A Voice.</i> The castanets!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices.</i> The castanets! the castanets!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Musician.</i> What will you have?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices.</i> The Tarazana! the Tarazana!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>A dance, during which <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span> observes <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fab.</i> You recognise her?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad20">Yes, Fabio, my heart</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_49"></a>[49]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would recognise her under any dress,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And under any mask.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fab.</i> <span class="pad14">Now is your time.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Serafina</span></i>). Mask, will you dance with me?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad44">No, Cavalier;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You come too late.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad12">Too late?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad22">I am engaged.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Nevertheless—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad16">Nay, sir, I am not apt</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To change my mind.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad12">I hoped that in my favour</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You might perhaps.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad12">’Twas a delusion.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad30">But,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fair Mask, didst never change thy mind before?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Perhaps once—to such purpose that that <i>once</i></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forbids all other.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad12">Serafina, the Mask</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has askt your hand to dance. On these occasions</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You must permit him, whether known or not.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unknown, the usage of the time allows;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If known, ’twere more discourteous to refuse.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> My lord, ’twas chiefly upon your account</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I refused to dance with him; if you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Desire it, I am ready.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad16">How, my love,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On my account?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad8">Liking your company</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Much better.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad6">Nay, take the humour of the time,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And dance with him. (<i>Aside.</i>) I marvel who it is</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That follows Serafina, and to whom,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The very indisposition that she shows,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Argues a kind of secret inclination.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_50"></a>[50]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Well, do you still reject me?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad30">I am bidden</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To dance with you; what measure will you call?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Play ‘Love lies bleeding!’</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad28">But why that?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad42">Because</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The spirit of the tune and of the words</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Moves with my heart, and gives me leave beside</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Amid its soft and slow divisions</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To gaze on you and whisper in your ear.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>A minuet by the Masks; during which <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span>
constantly whispers <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>, who seems distrest; after some
time, they return in the figure to the front of the Stage.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> I’ve heard enough, sir; save for courtesy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Too much. No more.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad12">Brief as the happiness</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That once was mine! But—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad20">Stay, sir, I will hear</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No more. I had not danced with you at all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that I wish’d to tell you once for all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How hopeless is your passion—the great danger</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your coming hither put and puts me to,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And that not my honour only, but my life,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Depends upon your quitting me at once,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now and for ever.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad12">Serafina!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> (<i>aloud</i>). <span class="pad12">I am tired;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pardon me, friends, I cannot dance.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad28">My love,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What is ’t? Unwell?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad12">I know not.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>A Woman.</i> <span class="pad20">Stop the ball!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Another.</i> All in her honour too!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Another.</i> <span class="pad24">What is the matter?</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_51"></a>[51]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> You are but tired with dancing.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad34">No, no, no,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let us go home.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad8">Pardon us, friends,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Continue you your revels; we will go</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into the house awhile, and rest; I think</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The heat and dancing have distrest her much,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But she’ll be better. To your dance again.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come, Serafina. (<i>Aside.</i>) Leonelo! hither!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Find out the Mask that with your lady danced.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> I’ll watch him to the world’s end—or beyond,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If need be.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad4">Good—Come, Serafina.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Juan</span> and <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> So end my hopes for ever. Fool! who seeking</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For what once lost could never more be found</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like to a child after a rainbow running—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leaving my father, who had only just</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Recover’d me to his old heart again,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without adieu—equipp’d this Brigantine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Down to the bottom may she go with me!)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In chase of this—not Serafina—no—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But this false Siren,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who draws me with the music of her beauty,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To leave me in destruction.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Leon.</i> (<i>watching him</i>). This must be some monk,
who knows of some better entertainment elsewhere.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad14">And after all,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not one kind word of welcome or of thanks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that her life depended on my leaving her,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who would for her have sacrificed my own</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In any way but that. But it is done!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Henceforward I renounce all hope; henceforth—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And why not all despair?—the world is wide,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_52"></a>[52]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Eh, Fabio? and the good old saw says well</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That fortune at the worst must surely mend.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let us to sea, the ship is ready; come,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Away with all this foolery.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Throws off mask, etc.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> Here is a harlequin sailor!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fabio.</i> <span class="pad28">Well resolved.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Wear them what other fool may list,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll straight aboard, and if the wind and sea</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can rise as they were wont, I’ll stretch all sail</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Toward the perdition she consigns me to.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Halloa there! (<i>Whistles.</i>)</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Sailors</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sail.</i> <span class="pad8">Captain?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad18">How is ’t for a cruise?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sail.</i> Oh, never better; just a breeze to keep</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The ship from looking in her glass too long.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Aboard, aboard then! Farewell all my hopes;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My love, farewell for ever!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices</i> (<i>within</i>). <span class="pad8">Fire! fire! fire!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>All.</i> What’s this?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices.</i> <span class="pad12">Fire! fire! in Don Diego’s palace!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Help! help!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad8">She there! my life shall save the life</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She said it jeopardied.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>As he is going out, enter <span class="smcap">Juan</span> with <span class="smcap">Serafina</span> fainted in his arms.</i></p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Friends! Gentlemen! if you would help in
this calamity, take charge for a moment of this most
precious thing of all, till I return.</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> (<i>taking <span class="smcap">Serafina</span> in his arms</i>). Trust me,
sir.</p>

<p class="right">[<i><span class="smcap">Juan</span> rushes off.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_53"></a>[53]</span></p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> Stop, my lord, stop a moment—he is gone,
and this man—</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Serafina in my arms! my ship at hand!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">O love, O destiny!—aboard, aboard—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">O ’tis the merriest proverb of them all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How one man rises by his neighbour’s fall.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit, carrying off <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> Halloa! stop him! stop him! it is my
mistress; Don Juan! my lord! my lord! the rascal
has carried her off! my lord! my lord!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Runs after <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>1st Voice in the crowd.</i> The fire is getting under.</p>

<p><i>2nd Voice.</i> No lives lost?</p>

<p><i>3rd Voice.</i> Only, they say, one poor girl of the lady Serafina’s.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Juan</span> hurriedly.</i></p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> I thought I heard Leonelo calling me—But
where is Serafina? This is the place—yes—Serafina!
I left them here—taken her perhaps fainting as she
was for help. Gentlemen, have you seen any here
with a lady, fainted, in their charge—a sailor, I think?</p>

<p><i>1st Man.</i> Not I, sir.</p>

<p><i>2nd Man.</i> Nor I.</p>

<p><i>3rd Man.</i> Stay, I think there were some sailors
with a lady in their arms.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> And where—</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span> breathless.</i></p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> Oh, my lord, my lord!</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Speak!</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> The Mask who danced with my lady—</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Where is she?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_54"></a>[54]</span></p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> Was the sailor you gave her in charge to—He
has carried her off.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> The Mask! the sailor!</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> I saw him throw off his disguise, and now
he has carried her off—to the shore—to sea—to the
ship there now spreading her sails in the harbour.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Man! beware lest I blast thee!</p>

<p><i>Leon.</i> As if I were the sailor! I tell you I ran
after them, shouted, struggled, but was pushed aside,
knocked down—</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> To the shore, to the shore! follow me!</p>

<p><i>Voices.</i> What is the matter?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> What I dare not name till it be avenged;
Pirate!—Ruffian! Oh fool, I might have guessed—but
I will find them through water and fire too. To
the shore!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Juan</span>, <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span> after him; confusion, etc.</i></p>

<hr />

<h3>ACT III</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A room in <span class="smcap">Don Luis’</span> country-house near
Naples.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Luis</span> reading a letter.</i></p>

<p><i>Luis.</i> ‘You bid me tell you why it is Don Juan
Roca has not written to you so long: and though it
be pain to do so, I dare no longer defer answering
you. At a carnival dance here, the palace of Don
Diego de Cordona, in which the festival was held,
took fire so suddenly, as people had much ado to
escape with their lives. Don Juan’s wife fainting
from terror, he carried her out, and gave her in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_55"></a>[55]</span>
charge to a sailor standing near, while he himself
returned to help at the fire. No doubt this sailor
was a pirate: for he carried her off to his ship and
set sail immediately. Don Juan returning and
finding her gone rushes madly after; casts himself
into the sea in his rage and desperation; is rescued
half drowned, and taken to his house, from which he
was missed—he and his servant Leonelo—some days
ago, taking scarce any thing with him, and leaving
no hint of whither he is gone. And since that hour
we have heard nothing of him, or of Serafina.’</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">My heart prevents my eyes from reading more.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">O heavens! to what chance and danger is</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The fortune of the happiest, and still more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The honour of the noblest, liable!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ill fortune we may bear, and, if we choose,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sit folded in despair with dignity;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But honour needs must wince before a straw,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And never rest until it be avenged.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To know where Juan is, and by his side</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To put myself, and run all risk with him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till he were righted, and the offender too,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’d give my life and all I’m worth; no corner</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the wide earth but we would ferret it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until—Porcia!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Porcia</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad10">Pray, sir, pardon me,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But I would know what vexes you, you stand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Angrily talking to yourself alone:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This letter in your hand—What is it, sir?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> Nothing, nothing, Porcia; (for Juan’s sake</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must dissemble)—Nay, I have received</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A letter upon business that annoys me.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_56"></a>[56]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> I’m sorry, sir, for that, for I had come</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To ask a favour of you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad18">Well, why not?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> They say that those who ask unseasonably</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must be content with a refusal.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad26">Nay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Between us two no season’s out of season.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> So? then I’ll ask. Alvaro—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad28">All but that!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ask me not that way.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad16">Then ’tis <i>not</i> the season.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> The season for all else but that which never</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can be in season. How often have I told you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Never to speak to me again of him!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> What has my brother done, sir, after all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To make you so inveterate?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad20">What done!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To leave my house, to which I only just</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had welcomed him as only a father can,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without adieu, or word of when or where,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And then as suddenly come back, forsooth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Knock at my door, as if he had but made</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A morning call, and think to find it open—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It and my heart—open to him as ever.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> But may not, sir, the thoughtlessness of youth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be some excuse? Pray you remember, sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How on a sudden you yourself determined</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To leave the cheerful city and come here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Among dull woods and fields, and savage people;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And surely ’twas no wonder that my brother</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should, ill advised, no doubt, but naturally,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Slip for a month back to the busy world</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To which his very dangers had endear’d him.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_57"></a>[57]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now to prove</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How much he feels your anger and his fault,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Since his return he has lived quietly,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I might say almost <i>eremitically</i>,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Up in the mountain, yet more solitary</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And still than this is, doing penance there.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let me plead for him, sir; let him come down,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To kiss your hand and see you once again.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> He should be grateful to you, Porcia—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well, let him come.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad14">Bless you for saying so!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll go myself to him this evening,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And tell him this good news.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad22">Do so. Ah me!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That all were settled thus! Did I but know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where Juan is, and where his enemy!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Julia</i> (<i>entering</i>). Well, madam, you have gain’d your point.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad30">Yes, Julia,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Two</i> points; for, first, my brother will come back;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, secondly, so doing, leave the old castle</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At my disposal, where the Prince and I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May meet together in security.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll write to Alvaro now, and do you tell</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The messenger who brought his letter hither,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll go this evening up the mountain. So</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Belardo, the old porter,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who knows and loves me well, will look for me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And understand the purpose of my going.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Julia.</i> Ah, now I see, beside his bow and arrows,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Love arms himself with trick and stratagem.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> And something else; give me my arquebuss;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So, Love and I perchance, as says the song,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May hit a hart, as we shall go along.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_58"></a>[58]</span></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>A room in <span class="smcap">Don Luis’</span> castle in the hills.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span> and <span class="smcap">Fabio</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> How is ’t with Serafina?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fab.</i> <span class="pad26">Nay, you know.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ever the same.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad10">You mean still weeping?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fab.</i> <span class="pad34">Ay.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Yes, from the hour when, fainting in my arms,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She pass’d from raging flame to the wild seas,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And opening those heavenly eyes again,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still with the hue of death upon her cheek,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She saw herself in my ship—in my power,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She has not ceased to weep; all my caresses</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unable to console her.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I fondly hoped that she—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad18">Good Fabio,</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Fabio</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Leave us awhile. ‘You fondly hoped,’ Alvaro—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So much I heard, connected with my name;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I perhaps have something on that text</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would clear the matter up to both of us.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘You fondly hoped’—was ’t not that I might be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So frail, so lost to shame, and so inconstant,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That for the loss of husband, home, and honour,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lost in one day, I might console myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With being in his arms, who robb’d me of all!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was ’t this you hoped?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad16">No, Serafina, but—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> But what?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad12">And yet perhaps ’twas that I hoped—</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_59"></a>[59]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">The very desperation of my act</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bringing its pardon with it, soon or late,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seeing the very element of love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is rashness, that he finds his best excuse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In having none at all. Ah, Serafina,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How greatly must he love, who all for love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Perils the hope of being loved at all!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Poor argument! I rather draw that he</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who ventures on such desperate acts can have</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No true respect for her he outrages,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And therefore no true love. No, daring traitor—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But I’ll not strive to break the heart of flint,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But wear it with my tears. Hear me, Alvaro,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In pity—in mercy—hear me.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This thing is done, there is no remedy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let us not waste the time in arguing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What better had been done; the stars so ruled it—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yea, providence that rules the stars. Well then,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What next? Alvaro, I would speak of this;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And if ’t be right I owe you any thing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be it for this one boon, a patient hearing.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Listen to me—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I never draw a breath but ’tis on fire</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With Juan’s vengeance; never move a step</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But think I see his fierce eyes glaring at me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From some dark corner of this desolate house</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In which my youth is buried. And what gain you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By all this crime and misery? My body,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But not my soul; without possessing which,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beauty itself is but a breathing corpse,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But a cold marble statue, unsuffused</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With the responsive hue of sympathy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Possess’d but not enjoy’d.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, ill betide that villain love, not love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That all its object and affection finds</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_60"></a>[60]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the mere contact of encircling arms!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But if this move you not—consider, Alvaro—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Juan is a nobleman—as such</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bound to avenge his honour; he must know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Twas you who did this monstrous act, for Flora</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would tell him all. There is one remedy:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis this, that you, despairing of my love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which you can never gain—forgo me quite,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And give me up to some cold convent’s cloister,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where buried I may wear away—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad26">No more,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rather than give you up again, Serafina,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pray heaven’s thunder—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Shot within.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad18">Again, this dreadful omen!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis for my death!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad14">Fear not—Belardo! ho!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What shot was that?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Belardo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bel.</i> <span class="pad14">Your sister Porcia</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is coming up the mountain; nay, is now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At the very gate.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad12">Oh, whither must I go!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Belardo, lead her hence.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bel.</i> <span class="pad26">Not that way, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By which your sister enters.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad24">In here then.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll go and meet Porcia.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad20">Mercy, heaven!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>She goes in at one door, as <span class="smcap">Porcia</span> enters by another.</i></p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> How now, Porcia, you look pleased to-day!</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> And well I may—for two reasons, Alvaro.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_61"></a>[61]</span></p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> Well, what are they?</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> First, I have got my father to relax in his
humour against you.</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> My good sister!</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> So as he will see you at Bellaflor this very
evening.</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> Good! and your second reason?</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> That coming up the pass, I made the crowning
shot of my life with this arquebuss—a hare at full
speed—flying, I might say.</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> Give you joy of both your hits, Porcia.</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> I am so proud of the last (though glad of the
first, Alvaro) that I shall try my luck and skill a
little longer about the castle this evening.</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> So—</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> You will not wait for me, but go down at
once to Bellaflor, and show my father you value his
forgiveness by your haste to acknowledge it.</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> You say well; but you will go with me?</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> Fear not, I shall soon be after you.</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> Well, if so, then——(<i>apart to <span class="smcap">Belardo</span></i>)
Belardo, remember you get the lady to her room
directly my sister is gone out.</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> Our roads lie together as far as the gate at
least. (<i>Aside to <span class="smcap">Belardo</span>.</i>) If the Prince happen
to come hither, tell him to wait for me, Belardo; I
shall be back directly. Come, brother.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span> and <span class="smcap">Porcia</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> They say a Pander is a good business; and
yet here am I ministering both to brother and sister
with very little profit at the year’s end.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> (<i>entering cautiously</i>). Porcia’s gone?</p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> Yes, she is gone.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Had she resolved on going into the room
where I was she could have done it; there was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_62"></a>[62]</span>
neither key nor bolt within. But she is gone and I
can get to my own.</p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> No.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Belardo! why?</p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> Some one coming.</p>

<p><i>Ser.</i> Again!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>She hides, as before.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Prince</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> How now, Belardo, where is your mistress?
she advised me her brother would be away, and she
here this evening.</p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> Your Highness comes in good time. She
went with him, but will be back directly. She is
here.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Porcia</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Por.</i> Not far behind, you see. Scarce had he
taken the turn to Bellaflor, when I turn’d back.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> How shall I thank you for this favour?</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> My brother’s living here has been the reason
of our not meeting before: but that is remedied for
the future.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> And how?</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> He is at last reconciled to my father, and is
even now gone home, to Bellaflor.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> (<i>aside</i>). My heart thanks you but little,
being away with another; but if I cannot avenge
memory, I will thus try and deceive or amuse it.
My lovely Porcia!</p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> (<i>aside</i>). She hears every word they say!</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> Ah, you flatter still.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Flatter!</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> Do I not know there is a Siren at Naples—</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_63"></a>[63]</span></p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Porcia, to prove to you how unfounded
that suspicion is, I have these many days wholly
quitted Naples, and, out of a melancholy that has
taken hold of me, now live retired in a little Villa
hard by this: you may imagine at least one reason
for my doing so. And so enchanted am I with
my solitude, that till this evening (when you broke it
as I could wish) I have not once stirred abroad; my
only occupation being to watch some pictures that I
am having done, by the best masters of Italy and of
Spain too; one of which country I have happened
on, who might compete with Apelles. As I told
you, I have spent whole days in watching them at
work.</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> My jealousy whispered—</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Belardo</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> Unlucky to be sure.</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> What now?</p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> What can make your brother return so
suddenly?</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> My brother!</p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> He is now at the gate.</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> He must suspect the Prince! O, my lord,
hide yourself.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Where?</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> Any where!—quick! here.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>She puts him where <span class="smcap">Serafina</span> is.</i></p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> For your sake, Porcia.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> I cannot be easy till I am assured that
Serafina——Porcia here?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_64"></a>[64]</span></p>

<p><i>Por.</i> Alvaro!</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> You left me on a sudden?</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> I was tired, and came back for rest.</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> So—</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> But you?</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> I bethought me that, considering my father’s
late indisposition toward me, it were better you were
at my side when I went to him.</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> So—</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> So that if he should relapse into ill-humour,
you know how to direct him.</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> Well, shall we start again together?</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> Is not that best?</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> As you please.</p>

<p><i>Alv.</i> (<i>aside</i>). She will not then stumble on
Serafina.</p>

<p><i>Por.</i> (<i>aside</i>). I shall so get him out of the Prince’s
way.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Porcia</span> and <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> Now then the two imprisoned ones get out.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter the <span class="smcap">Prince</span>, and <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>, her hand before her face.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> In vain—you shall not know me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad30">Nay, in vain</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You try to be unknown.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad18">Consider—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad26">Nay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Down with that little hand, too small a cloud</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To hide the heaven of your beauty from me.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lady, I know you—but one such. And know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That love himself has wrought a miracle,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To this unlikeliest place, by means unlikeliest,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bringing us here together.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_65"></a>[65]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Bel.</i> Only this was wanting to the plot! The
sister’s gallant in love with the brother’s mistress!</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> Generous Orsino! if I try in vain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To hide me from you—wretched that I am</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To have to hide at all—but the less wretched</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Being unmaskt by your nobility—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I ask this mercy at your feet; betray not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The secret chance has now betray’d to you.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am a wretched woman, you a Prince.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Grant me this boon; and yet one more, to leave me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To weep my miseries in solitude.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Madam, your prayer is not in vain.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your name,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon the word and honour of a Prince,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall never pass my lips.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And for that second wish, hardest of all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I yet will pay for one delicious glance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The greatest price I can, by leaving you.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Farewell—you owe me more anxiety</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than you believe.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad8">I shall not be ashamed</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To own the debt, though hopeless to repay it.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But heav’n shall do that for me. Farewell, my lord.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Farewell.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Prince</span> and <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bel.</i> I wonder if they know the ancient line,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘I’ll keep your secret, only you keep mine.’</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>The <span class="smcap">Prince’s</span> Villa.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Juan</span> in poor apparel; and <span class="smcap">Celio</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> Your business with the Prince, sir?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad36">Only to speak</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About a picture I have finish’d for him.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_66"></a>[66]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> He is not here at present; not, I think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Return’d from hunting.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad16">Will he soon be home?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cel.</i> I cannot speak to that, sir.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Celio</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Why, what a fate is mine!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All of a sudden—but I dare not say it;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Scarce could I of myself believe it, if</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I told it to myself; so with some things</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis easier to bear, than hear of them;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And how much happens daily in this strange world,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Far easier to be done than be believed.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who could have thought that I, being what I was</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A few days back, am what I am; to this</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Reduced by that name <i>Honour</i>; whose nice laws,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Accurst be he who framed!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Little he knew the essence of the thing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He legislated for, who put my honour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into another’s hand; made my free right</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another’s slave, for others to abuse,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And then myself before the world arraign’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To answer for a crime against myself!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And one being vain enough to make the law,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How came the silly world to follow it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like sheep to their own slaughter! And in all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This silly world is there a greater victim</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To its accursed custom than myself!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span>, poorly drest.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad24">Yes, one,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who follows your misfortunes, and picks up</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The crumbs of misery that fall from you;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My chief subsistence now.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad20">And I have left</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_67"></a>[67]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Country and home to chase this enemy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of whom as yet no vestige—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad22">And no wonder,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seeing he travels with you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">In these rags—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> And very hungry; and so we come at last</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Naples; for what purpose?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">Why, if ’t be</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some former lover; would he not return</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To his own country, and hers?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad18">In which meanwhile</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We starve, without a stiver in our pockets,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While friends swarm round us, if you would, my lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Reveal yourself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad10">Shorn of my honour? No!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> And I, not being shorn of appetite,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would publish my disgraceful want of food</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To all the world. There is Don Luis now,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your ancient friend.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad14">What friend but, if he be</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">True to himself and me, must be my enemy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And either wholly turn his face away,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or look at me with pity and contempt?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will reveal myself to no one, nay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Reveal <i>myself</i> I cannot,—not myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until I be avenged.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad14">And so you make</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The painter’s trade your stalking-horse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To track your enemy, and in these rags</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come to the Prince.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad14">Oh let me die in rags,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rather than he should recognise me! Once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He saw me—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad6">O my lord, fear not for that;</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_68"></a>[68]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hunger, and rags, and sleeplessness, and anguish,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have changed you so your oldest friend would pass you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> They have that merit then. But see—the Prince.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Prince</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">I kiss your Highness’ hand.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad20">Well, Spaniard,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What would you with me?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad18">I waited on your Highness,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To tell you of a picture I had finisht.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thinking your Grace might like—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad24">I thank you, sir.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What is the subject?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad14">Hercules, my lord;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wherein (unless I do deceive myself)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I think the fair and terrible are join’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With some success.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad10">As how?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">As thus, my lord.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The point I have chosen in that history</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is where the faithless Centaur carries off</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deianira, while beyond the river</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Stands Hercules with such a face and gesture</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As not a man, I think, who looks on it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But would exclaim, ‘Jealousy and Revenge!’</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> I long to see it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">That is the main group;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But far away, among the tangled thicks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of a dark mountain gap, this Hercules</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fires his own funeral pile to the smoky clouds.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I would have this motto for the whole,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘So Jealousy in its own flames expires.’</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_69"></a>[69]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Not only do I like the subject well,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But now especially, being deeply scorcht,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not with the flame that burn’d up Hercules,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that for which the unlucky Centaur died.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Indeed, my lord.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad16">Indeed—and, having done</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This picture for me, you shall set about</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One other.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad4">At your pleasure.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad22">You shall know then,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That of a certain lady whom but once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I saw, and for a moment, I became</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Infatuated so, her memory</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Every where and for ever, day and night,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pursues me. Hopeless of obtaining her,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And ev’n of ever seeing her again,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Chance has discover’d to me where she lives</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Conceal’d—I know not why, but so it is—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And ’twould at least console my hopeless love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To have her picture. You are a foreigner</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who know not nor are known by any here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So I can better trust you with a secret</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I dare not even to herself reveal.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> I’ll do my best to serve you; but I fear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If she be such a creature as you say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I shall fail to satisfy myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Why so?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad12">I tried at such a face</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Once.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Nay, I know that beauty’s subtlest essence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is most impossible to seize. But yet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I shall commit this business to your hands</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Most confidently.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad12">I’ll do my best.</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_70"></a>[70]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad22">Come then,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Remembering this business must be done</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all despatch and secrecy. Yourself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must not be seen by her, nor I, who know not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(I told you) how or why she should be there;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But my authority, and a little gold,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(At least, I hope,) shall set the door ajar,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That you may catch a sight of her. Myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will be at hand, and ready to protect you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against all danger.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad14">I will trust your Highness,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And also (let me say so) trust myself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Although but a poor painter.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad16">I believe it;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And each of us shall play his part, I think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That neither shall depart unsatisfied.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Prince</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Perhaps, but not as you suppose. Leonelo,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Put up my brushes and my colours, and—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My pistols with them.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad16">Pistols! Is ’t to paint</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In body colour?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad10">Put them up.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad24">And whither</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are we to carry them?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad10">I do not know.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whither the Prince shall carry me, I go.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span>—<i>A room in <span class="smcap">Don Luis’</span> Villa.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Luis</span> and <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Now, sir, that (thanks to Porcia) you have open’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your arms to me once more, I cannot rest</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_71"></a>[71]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">(So favour ever calls for favour) till</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You tell me what the inward trouble is</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That mars your outward feature. I was cause</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of so much trouble to you, that I dread</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lest of this also, which with troubled looks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You still keep speaking to yourself apart,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like people in a play.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad16">Alvaro, no.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thank God, this trouble lies not at your door.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let that suffice.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad12">You will not trust me, sir?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> Why will you press me? since you must be told,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It is about my friend—Don Juan Roca.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> Don Juan!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad10">Yes, Don Juan.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad28">What of him?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(I’ll drink the cup at once!) (<i>aside</i>).</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad24">What evil star</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Made him my friend!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i>          Too true! (<i>aside</i>). But what has happen’d?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> Why will you know? and should I dare to tell</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My friend’s dishonour? Well, no more than this—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some wretch—some villain—some accursed—but</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be there bad name enough to brand him by,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have not breath for it—nor is it well</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For you or for myself—has ravisht from him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His wife, his Serafina.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I, O God! not able to avenge him!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Does he know all? and knowing whose the crime,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cannot, he says, avenge it on his son?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall I then tell, and gain at least the grace</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of a confession? Hear me, sir.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_72"></a>[72]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad20">Nay, nay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know what you would say, how vain it is</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To vex myself who cannot help my friend—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We neither knowing who the villain is,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor whither both are fled: heaven! if we did,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I should not now be idly moaning here.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> All’s safe! (<i>aside</i>). Nor I, sir; give me but a clue,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Not only for Don Juan’s sake, but yours,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll track the villain through the world.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad30">Alvaro,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your words are music to me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad22">Still, my father,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will say what to say you said was vain.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until some clue be found, let not this grief</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Consume you so.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad10">Such wounds are hard to heal.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet, quicken’d by your courage, and to show</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How well I like your counsel—come, Alvaro,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will with you to your hill castle there;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That which has been your banishment so long,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall witness now our reconciliation.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We’ll go this evening—now—together.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad28">Good, sir.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But pardon me, let me go on before</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To apprize Belardo of your going thither—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And also Serafina! (<i>apart</i>).</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad24">Be it so!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Julia</i> (<i>entering</i>). My lord, Don Pedro is without, and fain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would speak to you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad14">Admit him, Julia.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The wound re-opens—Serafina’s father!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No doubt upon what errand.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_73"></a>[73]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Pedro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad24">Ah, Don Luis,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your arms! (<i>They embrace.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> Don Pedro, I must surely thank</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The cause to which my poor retirement owes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This honour.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad8">Yet a thankless cause, Don Luis.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">These many days I have heard nothing of</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Juan and my daughter; they neither write</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Themselves, nor any one to whom I write</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To ask about them answers to the purpose.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What may this mean? I have come hither thinking</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That you, who are the model of all friends,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May deal more clearly with me. You may think</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What I endure from this suspense. In mercy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Relieve me from it quickly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad12">Poor old man;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What shall I say? tell his grey hairs at once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The ruin of his honour and his love?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> You pause, my lord!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad20">And yet I need not wonder,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I nothing hear of them if you do not.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> And you know nothing of them?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Porcia</span> hurriedly.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad32">Sir, I hear</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You are going (are you not?) this evening</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To the castle, with my brother.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But who is this?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad12">Ever your slave, sweet lady.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> Oh, pardon me, my lord.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad24">Nay, pardon <i>me</i></span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_74"></a>[74]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I cut short your compliments, Porcia.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(This interruption, come so opportune,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall carry what ill news I have to tell</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into the open air at least.) Don Pedro,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am going to the mountain, as she says;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You to the city; for some way at least</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Our roads are one, and I would talk with you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About this business without interruption.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will ’t please you come?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad18">Your pleasure’s mine. Adieu,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fair lady.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad6">Farewell, sir.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad20">Porcia, you</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will follow in the carriage.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Luis</span> and <span class="smcap">Pedro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Por.</i> <span class="pad24">And should go</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">More gladly, were my lover there to meet me.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene V.</span>—<i>The garden under <span class="smcap">Alvaro’s</span> castle.
A large grated door in the centre.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Prince</span>, <span class="smcap">Juan</span>, <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span>, and <span class="smcap">Belardo</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Prince</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Belardo</span></i>). You know your office; take
this diamond by way of thanks.</p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> I know little of diamonds but that they sell
for less than you give for them. But this (<i>to <span class="smcap">Juan</span></i>)
is to be your post.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> I am ready.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Remember, Spaniard, it is for <i>me</i> you run
this hazard, if there be any; I shall be close at hand
to protect you. Be not frightened.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Your Highness does not know me: were<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_75"></a>[75]</span>
it otherwise, danger cannot well appal him whom
sorrows like mine have left alive.</p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> And, another time—doubloons, not diamonds.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Prince</span> and <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span>.</i></p>

<p>Here she mostly comes of an evening, poor lady, to
soothe herself, walking and sitting here by the hour
together. This is where you are to be. Go in; and
mind you make no noise.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Puts <span class="smcap">Juan</span> into the grated door, and locks it.</i></p>

<p><i>Juan</i> (<i>through the grated window</i>). But what are
you about?</p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> Locking the door to make all sure.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> But had it not better be unlockt in case—</p>

<p><i>Bel.</i> Hush! she comes.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> My palette then.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Serafina</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> How often and how often do I draw</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My resolution out upon one side,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all my armed sorrows on the other,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To fight the self-same battle o’er again!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> He stands in the way; I cannot see her face.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bel.</i> Still weeping, madam?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad24">Wonder not, Belardo:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The only balm I have. You pity me:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leave me alone then for a while, Belardo;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The breeze that creeps along the whispering trees</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Makes me feel drowsy.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Belardo</span>, whispering</i>). She turns her head away,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I cannot see her still.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad18">What noise was that?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bel.</i> Madam?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_76"></a>[76]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad8">I thought I heard a whisper.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bel.</i> <span class="pad38">Only</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The breeze, I think. If you would turn this way,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I think ’twould blow upon you cooler.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad32">Perhaps it will.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thank you. I am very miserable and very weary.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bel.</i> She sleeps: that is the lady.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Make most of time.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad12">Yes. Now then for my pencil.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Serafina! found at last! Whose place is this?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The Prince? no! But the stray’d lamb being here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The wolf is not far off. She sleeps! I thought</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The guilty never slept: and look, some tears</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still lingering on the white rose of her cheek.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be those the drops, I wonder,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of guilty anguish, or of chaste despair?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This death-like image is the sculptor’s task,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not mine.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or is it I who sleep, and dream all this,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And dream beside, that once before I tried</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To paint that face—the daylight drawing in</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As now—and when somehow the lamp was out,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A man—I fail’d: and what love fail’d to do,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall hate accomplish? She said then, if ever</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She suffer’d me to draw her face again,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Might she die for it. Into its inmost depth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Heav’n drew that idle word, and it returns</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In thunder.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> (<i>dreaming</i>). Juan! Husband! on my knees.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh Juan—slay me not!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span>; she wakes and rushes to him.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent22">Alvaro,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Save me, oh save me from him!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_77"></a>[77]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad24">So the wretch</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thrives by another’s wretchedness. My love!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Alvaro, by the heavens!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad26">Calm yourself;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You must withdraw awhile. Come in with me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Villain!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> (<i>clinging to <span class="smcap">Alvaro</span></i>). What’s that?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan</i> (<i>shaking at the door</i>). <span class="pad10">The door is fast;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Open it, I say!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then die, thou and thy paramour!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Shoots a pistol at each through the grating.—Both
fall; <span class="smcap">Serafina</span> into the arms of <span
class="smcap">Belardo</span>, who has come in during the noise.—Then
directly enter <span class="smcap">Don Luis</span>, <span
class="smcap">Pedro</span>, <span class="smcap">Portia</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> What noise is this?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ser.</i> <span class="pad22">My father!—in your arms</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To die;—not by your hand—Forgive me—Oh!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Dies.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> (<i>taking her in his arms</i>). My Serafina?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad42">And Alvaro!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alv.</i> <span class="pad56">Ay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But do not curse me now!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Dies.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter the <span class="smcap">Prince</span> and <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> They must have found him out.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad30">Whoever dares</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Molest him, answers it to me. Open the door.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But what is this?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i><span class="smcap">Belardo</span> unlocks the door.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan</i> (<i>coming out</i>). A picture—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Done by the Painter of his own Dishonour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In blood.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am Don Juan Roca. Such revenge</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_78"></a>[78]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">As each would have of me, now let him take,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As far as one life holds. Don Pedro, who</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gave me that lovely creature for a bride,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I return to him a bloody corpse;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Luis, who beholds his bosom’s son</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Slain by his bosom friend; and you, my lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, for your favours, might expect a piece</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In some far other style of art than this:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deal with me as you list; ’twill be a mercy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To swell this complement of death with mine;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For all I had to do is done, and life</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is worse than nothing now.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad18">Get you to horse,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And leave the wind behind you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luis.</i> <span class="pad24">Nay, my lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom should he fly from? not from me at least,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who loved his honour as my own, and would</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Myself have help’d him in a just revenge,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n on an only son.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad16">I cannot speak,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But I bow down these miserable gray hairs</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To other arbitration than the sword;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n to your Highness’ justice.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad24">Be it so.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Meanwhile—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad6">Meanwhile, my lord, let me depart;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Free, if you will, or not. But let me go,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor wound these fathers with the sight of one,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who has cut off the blossom of their age:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yea, and his own, more miserable than all.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They know me; that I am a gentleman,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not cruel, nor without what seem’d due cause</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Put on this bloody business of my honour;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which having done, I will be answerable</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Here and elsewhere, to all for all.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_79"></a>[79]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad30">Depart</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In peace.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> In peace! Come, Leonelo.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>He goes out slowly, followed by <span class="smcap">Leonelo</span>: and the curtain falls.</i></p>

</div>

<p>Some alterations of this play were made with a view to the
English stage, where, spite of the slightness of many parts, I
still think it might be tried.</p>

<p>Its companion play, the <i>Medico de su Honra</i>, is far more
famous; has some more terrible, perhaps some finer, situations;
but inferior, I think, in variety of scene, character, and
incident.</p>

<p>It may add a little to the reader’s interest, as it did to mine,
to learn from Mr. Ticknor, that Calderon wrote a ‘<i>Tratado
defendiendo la nobleza de la Pintura</i>.’</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_80"></a>[80]</span></p>

<hr />

<div class="chapter">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_81"></a>[81]</span></p>

<h2 class="nobreak" id="KEEP_YOUR_OWN_SECRET">KEEP YOUR OWN SECRET</h2>

</div>

<hr />

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_82"></a>[82]</span></p>

<h3>DRAMATIS PERSONÆ</h3>

<table summary="Dramatis personæ">
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Alexander</span></td>
    <td><i>Prince of Parma.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Nisida</span></td>
    <td><i>his Sister.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Cesar</span></td>
    <td><i>his Secretary.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Arias</span></td>
    <td rowspan="2" class="valign">} <i>Gentlemen of the Court.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Felix</span></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Donna Anna</span></td>
    <td><i>Sister to Don Felix.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Elvira</span></td>
    <td><i>her Maid.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Lazaro</span></td>
    <td><i>Don Cesar’s Servant.</i></td>
  </tr>
</table>

<hr />

<div class="drama">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_83"></a>[83]</span></p>

<h3>ACT I</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A Room in the Palace.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter the <span class="smcap">Prince Alexander</span>, and <span class="smcap">Don Arias</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> I saw her from her carriage, Arias,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As from her East, alight, another sun</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">New ris’n, or doubling him whose envious ray</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seem’d as I watch’d her down the corridor,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To swoon about her as she moved along;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until, descending tow’rd my sister’s room,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She set, and left me hesitating like</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some traveller who with the setting sun</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Doth fear to lose his way; her image still,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lost from without, dazzling my inner eye—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can this be love, Don Arias? if not,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What is it? something much akin to love.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> But had you not, my lord, often before</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seen Donna Anna?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad8">Often.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad20">Yet till now</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Never thus smitten! how comes that, my lord?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Well askt—though ignorantly. Know you not</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_84"></a>[84]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">That not an atom in the universe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Moves without some particular impulse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of heaven? What yesterday I might abhor,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To-day I may delight in: what to-day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Delight in, may as much to-morrow hate.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All changes; ’tis the element the world,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And we who live there, move in. Thus with me;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This lady I have often seen before,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, as you say, was ne’er a sigh the worse,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until to-day; when, whether she more fair,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or I less blind, I know not—only know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That she has slain me; though to you alone</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of all my friends I would my passion own.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> Much thanks; yet I must wonder, good my lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">First, that in all your commerce with Don Cupid</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You never, I think, dealt seriously till now.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Perhaps: but if Don Cupid, Arias,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Never yet tempted me with such an offer?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Besides, men alter; princes who are born</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To greater things than love, nevertheless</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May at his feet their sovereignty lay down</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Once in their lives; as said the ancient sage—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘He were a fool who had not done so once,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though he who does so twice is twice a fool.’</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> So much for that. My second wonder is,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That you commit this secret to <i>my</i> keeping;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">An honour that, surpassing my desert,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yea, and ambition, frights me. Good my lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your secretary, Don Cesar,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To whom you almost trust the government</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of your dominions,—whom you wholly love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I also love, and would not steal from him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A confidence that is by right his own;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Call him, my lord: into his trusty heart</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_85"></a>[85]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pour out your own; let not my loyalty</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To you endanger what I owe to him;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For if you lay ’t on me—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad16">Don Arias,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I love Don Cesar with as whole a heart</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As ever. He and I from infancy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have grown together; as one single soul</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Our joys and sorrows shared; till finding him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So wise and true, as to another self</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Myself, and my dominion to boot,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I did intrust: you are his friend, and surely</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In honouring you I honour him as well.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Besides, Arias, I know not how it is,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For some while past a change has come on him;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know not what the cause: he is grown sad,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Neglects his business—if I call to him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He hears me not, or answers from the purpose,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or in mid answer stops. And, by the way,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We being on this subject, I would fain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Being so much his friend, for both our sakes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You would find out what ails and occupies him;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tell him from me to use my power as ever,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Absolute still: that, loving him so well,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’d know what makes him so unlike himself;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, knowing what it is, I may at least,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If not relieve his sorrow, share with him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> Oh, not unjustly do you bear the name</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of Alexander, greater than the great</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In true deserts!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span> (with a letter).</i></p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Not here? my usual luck; had I bad news
to tell my master, such as would earn me a broken
head, I should find him fast enough; but now when<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_86"></a>[86]</span>
I have such a letter for him as must bring me a
handsome largess, oh, to be sure he’s no where to be
found. But I’ll find him if I go to—</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> How now? Who’s there?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> The Prince!—Mum! (<i>hides the letter and
turns to go</i>).</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Who is it, I say?</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> A servant, my lord, of Don Cesar’s, looking
for his master, I suppose.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Call him back; perhaps he can tell us
something of his master’s melancholy.</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> True, my lord. Lazaro!</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Eh?</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> His Highness would speak with you.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Come hither, sir.</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Oh, my lord, I do well enough here: if I
were once to kiss your Highness’ feet, I could not
endure common shoe-leather for a month to come.</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> His humour must excuse him.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> You are Don Cesar’s servant, are you?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Yes, one of your trinity; so please you.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Of my trinity, how so?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> As thus; your Highness is one with Don
Cesar; I am one with him; ergo—</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Well, you are a droll knave. But stop,
stop: whither away so fast?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Oh, my lord, I am sure you will have none
of so poor an article as myself, who am already the
property of another too.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Nay, I like your humour, so it be in season.
But there is a time for all things. I want you now
to answer me seriously and not in jest; and tell me
the secret of your master’s melancholy, which I feel
as my own. But perhaps he is foolish who looks for
truth in the well of a jester’s mouth.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_87"></a>[87]</span></p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> But not so foolish as he who should throw
it there. And therefore since my master is no fool,
it is unlikely he should have committed his mystery
to me. However, in my capacity of <i>Criado</i>, whose
first commandment it is, ‘Thou shalt reveal thy
master’s weakness as thy own,’ I will tell you what
I have gathered from stray sighs and interjections
of his on the subject. There has lately come
over from Spain a certain game of great fashion
and credit called Ombre. This game Don Cesar
learned; and, playing at it one day, and happening
to hold Basto, Malilla, Spadille, and Ace of Trumps
in his hand, stood for the game; and lost. On
which he calls out ‘foul play,’ leaves the party, and
goes home. Well, at night, I being fast asleep in
my room, comes he to me in his shirt, wakes me up,
and, dealing cards as it were with his hands, says,
‘If I let this trick go, I am embeasted for that, and
besides put the lead into the enemy’s hand; therefore
I trump with one of my matadores, and then
I have four hearts, of which the ten-ace <i>must</i> make,
or else let them give me back my nine cards as I
had them before discarding.’ And this I take it is
the cause of his dejection.<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> The folly of asking you has been properly
chastised by the folly of your answer. You are
right; Don Cesar would never have intrusted with a
grave secret one only fit for idle jest.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_88"></a>[88]</span></p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Ah, they are always importing some nonsense
or other from Spain. God keep your Highness;
I will take warning not to intrude my folly upon you
any more (until you try again to worm some truth
out of me).</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Aside and exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> A droll fellow! Were one in the humour,
he might amuse.</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> Oh, you will always find him in the same,
whenever you are in the mood. He cannot be sad.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> He cannot be very wise then.</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> He is as God made him. Did you never
hear any of his stories?</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> I think not.</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> He will hardly tell you one of himself that yet
might amuse you. He was one day playing at dice
with me; lost all his money; and at last pawned his
very sword, which I would not return him, wishing
to see how he got on without. What does he but
finds him up an old hilt, and clapping on a piece of
lath to that, sticks it in the scabbard. And so wears
it now.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> We will have some amusement of him by
and by.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Alas! in vain I hope with idle jest</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To cool the flame that rages in my breast.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Go to Don Cesar: get him to reveal</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sorrows that he feeling I too feel.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll to my sister; since, whether away,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or present, Donna Anna needs must slay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will not starve with absence, but e’en die</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Burn’d in the sovereign splendour of her eye.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_89"></a>[89]</span></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>A Room in <span class="smcap">Don Cesar’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Cesar</span> and <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span> meeting.</i></p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> A letter, sir, Elvira just gave me.</p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> A letter! Give it me. How long have you
had it?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> I looked for you first at the Prince’s.</p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> Where I was not?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> You know it! I am always looking for what
cannot be found in time. But if you like the letter
I shall claim my largess for all that.</p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> Ah! what does she say?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> The folly, now, of a man with his watch in
his hand asking other people for the time of day!</p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> My heart fails me. Even if your news be
good it comes late.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>He reads the letter.</i></p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> So let my reward then—only let it come at last.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> O Lazaro, half drunk with my success,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I lose my wits when most I’ve need of them.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She writes to me, my lady writes to me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So sweetly, yea, so lovingly;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Methinks I want to tear my bosom open,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And lay this darling letter on my heart.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where shall I shrine it?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad20">Oh, if that be all,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Keep it to patch your shoe with; I did so once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When some such loving lady writ to me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And it did excellently; keeping tight</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her reputation, and my shoe together.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> O Lazaro! good Lazaro! take for this</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The dress I wore at Florence.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad24">Bless you, sir.</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_90"></a>[90]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> My letter! oh my lady!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad24">I bethink me</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon remembrance, sir, as I may say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The pockets of that dress were very large</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And empty.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad6">They shall be well lined. Don Arias!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Arias</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> Ay, Cesar, Arias coming to complain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On his own score, and that of one far greater.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> A solemn preamble. But for the charge,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And him who heads it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad18">The Prince, our common Lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who much perplext and troubled too, Don Cesar,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About the melancholy that of late</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(No need say more of that which best you know)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has clouded over you, has askt of me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom he will have to be your bosom friend,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The cause of it.—Alas, ’tis very plain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am not what he thinks.—Well, I am come,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Say not as friend, but simple messenger,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To ask it of yourself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad18">You do yourself</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And me wrong, Arias; perchance the Prince—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But yet say on.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad12">His Highness bids me say</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That if your sadness rise from any sense</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of straiten’d power, whatever residue</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of princely rule he hitherto reserved,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He gives into your hands; as sov’reign lord</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To govern his dominions as your own.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thus far his Highness. For myself, Don Cesar,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Having no other realm to lord you of</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than a true heart, I’d have you think betimes,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_91"></a>[91]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, deep as you are rooted in his love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, may be all the more for that, he feels</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your distaste to his service, and himself:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’d have you think that all a subject’s merits,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">However highly heap’d, however long,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still are but heaps of sand, that some new tide</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of royal favour may wash clean away,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One little error cancelling perhaps</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The whole account of life-long services.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be warn’d by me; clear up your heavy brow,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And meet his kind looks with a look as kind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whatever cloud be on the heart within:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If not your friend, Don Cesar, as your servant</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let me implore you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad14">Oh, Don Arias,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I kiss his Highness’ feet, and your kind hands</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That bring his favours to me: and to each</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will answer separately. First, to him;—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tell him I daily pray that Heav’n so keep</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His life, that Time, on which his years are strung,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forget the running count; and, secondly,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Assure him, Arias, the melancholy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He speaks of not a jot abates my love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of him, nor my alacrity in his service;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, that ’tis nothing but a little cloud</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In which my books have wrapt me so of late</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, duty done, I scarce had time or spirit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Left to enjoy his gracious company:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps too, lest he surfeit of my love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I might desire by timely abstinence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To whet his liking to a newer edge.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thus much for him. For you, Don Arias,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose equal friendship claims to be repaid</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In other coin, I will reveal to you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A secret scarcely to myself confest,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_92"></a>[92]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which yet scarce needs your thanks, come at a moment</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When my brimm’d heart had overflow’d in words,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whether I would or no. Oh, Arias,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wonder not then to see me in a moment</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Flying from melancholy to mere joy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Between whose poles he ever oscillates,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose heart is set in the same sphere with mine:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which saying, all is said. I love, my friend;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How deeply, let this very reticence,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That dare not tell what most I feel, declare.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yes, I have fixt my eyes upon a star;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Toward which to spread my wings ev’n against hope,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Argues a kind of honour. I aspired,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And (let not such a boast offend the ears,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That of themselves have open’d to my story,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not hopelessly: the heav’n to which I pray’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Answer’d in only listening to my vows;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Such daring not defeated not disdain’d.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Two years I worshipp’d at a shrine of beauty,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That modesty’s cold hand kept stainless still;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till wearied, if not moved by endless prayers,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She grants them; yea, on this most blessed day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With this thrice blessed letter. You must see it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That your felicitations by rebound</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Double my own; the first victorious trophy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That proud ambition has so humbly won.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh Arias, ’tis much I have to tell,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And tell you too at once; being none of those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who overmuch entreaty make the price</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of their unbosoming; who would, if they knew</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In what the honour of their lady lies,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Name her at once, or seal their lips for ever.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But you are trusty and discreet: to you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I may commit my heart; beseeching you</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_93"></a>[93]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">To keep this love-song to yourself alone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Assigning to the Prince, remember this,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My books sole cause of my abstraction.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Donna Anna de Castelvi—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(I can go on more freely now the name</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of her I worship bars my lips no more,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is she who so divides me from myself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That what I say I scarcely know, although</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I say but what I feel; the melancholy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You ask about, no gloomy sequestration</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out of the common world into a darker,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But into one a thousand times more bright;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And let no man believe he truly loves,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who lives, or moves, or thinks, or hath his being</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In any other atmosphere than Love’s,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who is our absolute master; to recount</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The endless bead-roll of whose smiles and tears</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’d have each sleepless night a century,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Much have I said—have much more yet to say!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But read her letter, Arias, the first seal</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of my success, the final one, I think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of my sure trust in you; come, share with me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My joy, my glory, my anxiety;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And above all things, once more, Arias,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Down to your secret’st heart this secret slip;</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">For every secret hangs in greater fear</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">Between the speaker’s mouth and hearer’s ear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than any peril between cup and lip.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> You have good cause for joy.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad30">You will say so</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When you have read the letter.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i>                      You desire it. (<i>Reads.</i>)</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p>‘To confess that one is loved is to confess that one
loves too; for there is no woman but loves to be
loved. But alas, there is yet more. If to cover<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_94"></a>[94]</span>
my love I have pretended disdain, let the shame of
now confessing it excuse me. Come to me this
evening and I will tell you what I can scarce understand
myself. Adieu, my love, adieu!’
Your hands are full indeed of happy business.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Enough: you know what you shall tell the Prince</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In my behalf: if he be satisfied</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll wait on him directly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad22">Trust to me.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Let my sighs help thee forward, O thou sun,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What of thy race in heaven remains to run:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh do but think that Dafne in the west</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Awaits thee, and anticipate thy rest!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Cesar</span> and <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> Charged with two secrets,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One from my Prince, the other from my friend,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each binding equally to silence, each</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Equally the other’s revelation needing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How shall I act, luckless embosomer</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of others’ bosoms! how decide between</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Loyalty and love with least expense to both!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The Prince’s love is but this morning’s flower,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As yet unsunn’d on by his lady’s favour;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cesar’s of two years’ growth, expanded now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into full blossom by her smiles and tears;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The Prince too loves him whom his lady loves,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And were he told, might uncontested leave</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The prize that one he loves already owns;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And so both reap the fruit, and make the excuse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of broken silence, if it needs must break.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yet I grope about, afraid to fall</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where ill-advised good-will may ruin all.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_95"></a>[95]</span></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>A Corridor in the Palace.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Prince</span>, <span class="smcap">Don Felix</span>, <span class="smcap">Donna Anna</span>, and train.</i></p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> I must show you the way.</p>

<p><i>Anna.</i> Your Highness must not do yourself so
great indignity.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> To the bounds at least of my sister’s
territory.</p>

<p><i>Anna.</i> Nay, my lord, that were undue courtesy.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> What courtesy, madam, can be undue
from any man to any lady?</p>

<p><i>Anna.</i> When that lady is your subject, whom
your very condescension dazzles to her own discomfiture.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> What, as the morning star dazzles the
sun whom he precedes as petty harbinger? If I
obey you ’tis that I fear my own extinction in your
rays. Adieu.</p>

<p><i>Anna.</i> God keep your Highness.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Don Felix, will you attend your sister?</p>

<p><i>Felix.</i> I only stay to thank your Highness, (both
as subject and as servant,) for all the honour that
you do us; may Heaven so prolong your life that
even oblivion herself—</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Nay, truce to compliment: your sister
will not of my company, unless under your proxy.
So farewell. (<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Felix</span>.</i>) Is there a greater
nuisance than to have such windy nonsense stuff’d
into one’s ears, when delight is vanished from the
eyes!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Arias</span>.</i></p>

<p>But, Don Arias! You have seen Cesar?</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> Yes, my lord; but ere I tell you about him,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_96"></a>[96]</span>
would know how far this last interview with Donna
Anna has advanced your love.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Oh Arias, Arias, my love for her</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So blends with my solicitude for him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I scarce can hold me clear between the two.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet let me tell you. In my sister’s room,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whither I went, you know, upon our parting,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I saw my lady like a sovereign rose</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Among the common flowers; or, if you will,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A star among the roses; or the star</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of stars, the morning star: yea, say at once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sun himself among the host of heaven!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My eyes and ears were rapt with her; her lips</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not fairer than the words that came from them.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At length she rose to go: like the ev’ning star</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Went with the ev’ning; which, how short, say love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who’d spin each golden moment to a year,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which year would then seem than a moment less.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> Is then, my lord, this passion so deep fixt?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Nay, but of one day’s growth—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad36">I come in time then.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My lord, in one word, if you love Don Cesar,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cease to love Donna Anna.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad18">Arias,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He who begins to hint at any danger</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is bound to tell it out—nothing, or all.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why do you hesitate?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad16">Because, my lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But hinting this to you, I break the seal</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of secrecy to him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad10">But it is broken;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And so—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> Oh, Cesar, pardon him who fails</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His pledge to you to serve his Prince! My lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The cloud you long have seen on Cesar’s brow,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_97"></a>[97]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is not, as he would have you think it, born</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of bookish studies only, but a cloud,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All bright within, though dark to all without,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of love for one he has for two long years</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Silently worshipt.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad10">Donna Anna!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad28">Ay.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Cesar loves Donna Anna! be it so—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I love him, as you say, and would forgo</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Much for his sake. But tell me, Arias,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Knows Anna of his passion?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad22">Yes, my lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And answers it with hers.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad18">Oh wretched fate!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Desperate ere jealous—jealous ere in love!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If Cesar but loved her, I could, methinks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have pardon’d, even have advanced his suit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By yielding up my own. But that <i>she</i> loves,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Blows rivalry into full blaze again.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yet I will not be so poor a thing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To whine for what is now beyond my reach,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor must the princely blood of Parma</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Run jealous of a subject’s happiness.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They love each other then?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad22">I even now</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have seen a letter—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad12">Well?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad24">That Donna Anna</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has written him, and in such honey’d words—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Why, is it not enough to know she loves him?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You told me so: my mind made up to that,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why should a foolish letter fright it back?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yet—yet, what last spark of mortal love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But must flame up before it dies for ever</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_98"></a>[98]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">To learn but what that foolish letter said!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Know you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad6">I saw it.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad12">You saw it! and what said it?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> After a chaste confession of her love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bidding him be to-night under her lattice.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Under her lattice, while his Prince is left</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Abroad; they two to whisper love together,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While he gnaws hopeless jealousy alone.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But why, forsooth, am I to be the victim?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If I can quench my love for Cesar’s sake,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why not he his for me? Tell me, Don Arias,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Does Cesar know my passion?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad24">How should he,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You having told the secret but to me?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> By the same means that I know his.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad40">My lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My loyalty might be spared that taunt.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Ah, Arias, pardon me, I am put out,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But not with you, into whose faithful charge</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I vest my love and honour confidently.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Enough, in what I am about to do</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I mean no malice or ill play to Cesar:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis but an idle curiosity:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And surely ’tis but fair, that if his Prince</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leave him the lists to triumph in at leisure,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I may at least look on the game he wins.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You shall keep close to him, and tell me all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That passes between him and her I love.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> But having taunted me with my first step</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In your behalf, my lord—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad12">Nay, sir, my will</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At once absolves and authorizes you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For what is told and what remains to tell.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> But, sir—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_99"></a>[99]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad10">No more—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad26">I must obey your bidding,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But yet—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad4">I may divert my jealousy,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If not avenge it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad14">Ah! what straits do those</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who cannot keep their counsel fall into!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> All say so, and all blab, like me and you!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Look where he comes; let us retire awhile.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i><span class="smcap">Prince</span> and <span class="smcap">Arias</span> retire.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Cesar</span> and <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> O Phœbus, swift across the skies</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Thy blazing carriage post away;</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Oh, drag with thee benighted day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">And let the dawning night arise!</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Another sun shall mount the throne</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">When thou art sunk beneath the sea;</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">From whose effulgence, as thine own,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">The affrighted host of stars shall flee.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> A pretty deal about your cares</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Does that same Phœbus care or know;</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">He has to mind his own affairs,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Whether you shake your head or no.</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">You talk of hastening on the day?</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Why heaven’s coachman is the Sun,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Who can’t be put out of his way</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">For you, sir, or for any one.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> The Prince! and something in my bosom tells me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All is not well. My lord, though my repentance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Does not, I trust, lag far behind my fault,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I scarce had dared to approach your Highness’ feet,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_100"></a>[100]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had not my friend, Don Arias, been before</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As harbinger of my apology.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Cesar, indeed Don Arias has told me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The story of your sadness: and so well,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I feel it, and excuse it, as my own;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From like experience. I do not resent,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But would divert you from it. Books, my friend,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Truly are so seductive company,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We are apt to sit too long and late with them,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And drowse our minds in their society;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This must not be; the cause of the disease</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Once known, the cure is easy; if ’tis books</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have hurt you, lay them by awhile, and try</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Other society—less learn’d perhaps,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But cheerfuller—exchange the pent-up air</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of a close study for the breathing world.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come, we’ll begin to-night;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Visit in disguise (as I have wish’d to do)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The city, its taverns, theatres, and streets,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where music, masque, and dancing may divert</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your melancholy: what say you to this?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Oh, my kind lord, whose single word of pardon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has turn’d all leaden grief to golden joy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Made me another man, or, if you will,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The better self I was—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad16">Why this is well;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To-night together then—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad20">Yet pardon me.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> How now?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad14">It almost would revive my pain</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That you should spend yourself upon a cure</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your mere forgiveness has already wrought.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let this day’s happiness suffice the day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And its night also: ’twill be doubly sweet,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unbought by your annoyance.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_101"></a>[101]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad22">Nay, my Cesar,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fear not for that: after so long estrangement,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My pain would be the losing sight of you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On this first night of your recovery.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lazaro!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad4">My lord?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad10">You too shall go with us.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> And not a trustier shall your Highness find</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To guard your steps.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad12">What! you are valiant?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> As ever girded sword.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad20">Your weapon good too?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> He touches on the quick (<i>aside</i>). Yes, good enough,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My lord, for all my poor occasions.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Although when waiting on your Grace, indeed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A sword like yours were better.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad24">You depreciate</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your own to enhance its value. Sharp is ’t?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad38">Ay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not a steel buckler but at the first blow</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Twould splinter it in two. The sword I mean. (<i>Aside.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Well temper’d?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad20">As you bid it.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad32">And the device</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Inscribed upon it?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad8">‘Thou shalt do no murder’—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Having no love for homicide, <i>per se</i>,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Save on occasion.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad10">Your description</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Makes me desire to see that sword.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad24">My lord!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Indeed it does. Show it me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad32">Oh, my lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have a vow.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_102"></a>[102]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Oh weariness!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad24">A vow?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> Ay, register’d in heaven!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Never to draw this weapon from her sheath</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Except on mortal quarrel. If in such</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your Highness’ service challenge her, why, then</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She shall declare herself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad22">I’m desperate!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But yet one effort more. My lord, you see</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(You cannot fail) how your mere word of grace</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has of itself brighten’d me up again;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I do beseech you—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad10">Pardon me, my Cesar,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rather I see the cloud that ’gins to break</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is not entirely gone; nay, will return</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If you be left alone—which must not be;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If not for your sake, Cesar, yet for mine,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who feel for your disquiet as my own;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And since our hearts are knit so close together,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yours cannot suffer but mine straightway feels</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A common pain; seek we a common cure.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To-night I shall expect you. Until then,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Farewell.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad4">Fortune! to see a fair occasion</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So patiently pursued, so fairly won,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lost at the very moment of success!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">O Lazaro—what will my lady say?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> That I can’t guess.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad22">What will she do?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad40">Oh that</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is answer’d far more easily. She’ll stand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All night beside the window to no purpose.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Why she must say my love was all pretence,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And her offended dignity vindicate,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rejecting me for ever! Misery!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_103"></a>[103]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> Dear me, sir, what is now become of all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About, ‘Thou dawning night, benighted day.’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘Thou coachman sun!’ etceteretera?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Wilt thou be ever fool?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad26">If thou be not,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Listen—fool’s bolts, they say, are quickly shot—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who secrets have and cannot hold ’em,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall surely rue the day they told ’em.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<hr />

<h3>ACT II</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A Public Square in Parma. Night.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Prince</span>, <span class="smcap">Cesar</span>, <span class="smcap">Felix</span>, <span class="smcap">Arias</span>, and <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span>,
disguised.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> A lovely night!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad14">As Night we choose to call,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When Day’s whole sun is but distributed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into ten thousand stars.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad14">Beside the moon,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who lightly muffled like ourselves reveals</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her trembling silver.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad12">What! by way, you mean,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of making up the account?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad10">To think, alas!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The first sweet vintage of my love thus lost,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, as my lady must too surely think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By my forgetfulness. (<i>Aloud.</i>) My lord, indeed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The night wears on. May not the chiller air</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That blows from the returning tide of day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Affect you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad4">Nay, my state forbidding me</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Much to be seen about the streets by day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The night must serve my purpose.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_104"></a>[104]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad12">Patience then!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I must try and draw my thoughts from her</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I cannot reach. (<i>Aloud.</i>) How does the lady Flora</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Please you, my lord?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad12">The lady Flora? Oh,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What she of Milan? Too far off, I think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For one’s regards to reach.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad18">Ah true, my lord;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What is the use of a mistress in the moon,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless one were the man there?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad22">Signora Laura</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has a fair figure.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad14">Yes, and asks a high one.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Felix.</i> A handsome hand.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad20">At scolding, yes.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad40">I think</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She lives close by.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad14">But don’t you bid for her</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without fair trial first, my lord. Your women</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are like new plays, which self-complacent authors</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Offer at some eight hundred royals each,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But which, when once they’re tried, you purchase dear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Eight hundred for a royal.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad10">Now, methinks,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n now my lady at the lattice stands</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Looking for me in vain, and murmuring</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘Why comes he not? I doubted I was late,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But he comes not at all!’ And then—Ah me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have forgotten to forget!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Aloud</i>) Celia sings well, my lord?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad32">A pretty woman</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can no more sing amiss than a good horse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be a bad colour.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad12">The old Roman law</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_105"></a>[105]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">To all the ugly women used to assign</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The fortunes of the handsome, thinking those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sufficiently endow’d with their good looks.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> Ah! and there Laura lives, the lass who said</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She’d sell her house and buy a coach withal;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And when they ask’d her, where she’d live, quoth she,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘Why <i>in</i> my coach!’ ‘But when night comes,’ say they,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘Where then?’—‘Why in the coach-house to be sure!’<a id="FNanchor_2" href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Indeed, indeed, my lord, the night wears on,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And sure your sister lies awake foreboding</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some danger to your person.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Consider her anxiety!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad4">Nay, <i>yours</i></span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lies nearer to my heart.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad20">My lord?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad26">I said</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No matter for my sister, that was all;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She knows not I’m abroad.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad20">My hope is gone!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> There, yonder in that little house, there lives</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A girl with whom it were impossible</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To deal straightforwardly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad18">But why?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad32">She’s crooked.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> And there a pretty girl enough, but guarded</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By an old dragon aunt.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad18">O Lord, defend me</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From all old women!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_106"></a>[106]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad18">How so, Lazaro?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> Oh, ever since the day I had to rue</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The conjurer’s old woman.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad18">Who was she?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> Why, my lord, once upon a time</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I fell in love with one who would not have me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Either for love or money: so at last</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I go to a certain witch—tell him my story:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whereon he bids me do this; cut a lock</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From my love’s head and bring it to him. Well,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I watch’d my opportunity, and one day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When she was fast asleep, adroitly lopp’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A lovely forelock from what seem’d her hair,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But was an hair-loom rather from her wig</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Descended from a head that once was young</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As I thought her. For, giving it the witch,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To work his charm with, in the dead of night,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When I was waiting for my love to come,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into my bed-room the dead woman stalk’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To whom the lock of hair had once belong’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And claim’d me for her own. O Lord, how soon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘Sweetheart’ and ‘Deary’ chang’d to ‘Apage!’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And flesh and blood to ice.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Alas! what boots it trying to forget</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That which the very effort makes remember?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n now, ev’n now, methinks once more I see her</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Turn to the window, not expecting me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But to abjure all expectation,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, as she moves away, saying, (methinks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I hear her,) ‘Cesar, come when come you may,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You shall not find me here.’ ‘Nay, but my love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Anna! my lady! hear me!’ Oh confusion,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Did they observe?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince</i> (<i>aside to <span class="smcap">Arias</span></i>). How ill, Don Arias,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Poor Cesar hides his heart—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_107"></a>[107]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad22">Ev’n now he tries</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The mask again.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad8">Indeed I pity him,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Losing one golden opportunity;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But may not I be pitied too, who never</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall have so much as one to lose?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad30">Speak low;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know her brother’s by.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad18">No matter; true</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nobility is slowest to suspect.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Musician</i> (<i>sings within</i>).</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent4">Ah happy bird, who can fly with the wind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Leaving all anguish of absence behind;</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Like thee could I fly,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Leaving others to sigh,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">The lover I sigh for how soon would I find!<a id="FNanchor_3" href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Not an ill voice!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad20">Nay, very good.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad34">How sweetly</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sweet words, sweet air, sweet voice, atone together!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Arias, might we not on this sweet singer</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Try Lazaro’s metal and mettle? you shall see.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lazaro!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad4">My lord!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad10">I never go abroad</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But this musician dogs me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad22">Shall I tell him</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon your Highness’s request, politely,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To move away?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad6">I doubt me, Lazaro,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He will not go for that, he’s obstinate.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> How then, my lord?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Go up and strike him with your sword.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_108"></a>[108]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> But were it brave in me, back’d as I am,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To draw my sword on one poor piping bird?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If I must do it, let me challenge him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alone to-morrow.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But let me warn him first.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad18">Do as I bid you,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or I shall call you coward.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad22">Lazaro,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Obey his Highness.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad14">O good providence,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Temper the wind to a shorn lamb!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Musician</i> (<i>within</i>).</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent4">Ah happy bird, whom the wind and the rain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">And snare of the fowler, beset but in vain;</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Oh, had I thy wing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Leaving others to sing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">How soon would I be with my lover again!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> (<i>aloud within</i>). Pray God, poor man, if thou be innocent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of any ill intention in thy chirping,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The blade I draw upon thee turn to wood!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A miracle! A miracle! (<i>Rushing in.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad14">How now?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> The sword I lifted on an innocent man,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has turn’d to wood at his assailant’s prayer!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Take it, my lord, lay ’t in your armoury</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Among the chiefest relics of our time.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I freely give it you, upon condition</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You give me any plain but solid weapon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To wear instead.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad8">You are well out of it.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It shall be so.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad10">My lord, indeed the dawn</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is almost breaking.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_109"></a>[109]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad10">Let it find us here.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, my dear Cesar, tell me, are you the better</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For this diversion?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad14">Oh, far cheerfuller.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though with some little effort.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad24">And I too.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So love is like all other evils known;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With others’ sorrow we beguile our own.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>The Garden of <span class="smcap">Donna Anna’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Donna Anna</span> and <span class="smcap">Elvira</span> at a window. Dawn.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> Yet once more to the window?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> <span class="pad30">Oh Elvira,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For the last time! now undeceived to know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How much deceived I was!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alas, until I find myself despised,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Methought I was desired, till hated, loved;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was ’t not enough to know himself beloved,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without insulting her who told him so?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was ’t not enough—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh wonder not, Elvira, at my passion;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of all these men’s enchantments, none more potent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than what might seem unlikeliest—their disdain.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> Indeed you have good cause for anger, madam:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But yet one trial more.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> <span class="pad18">And to what end?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll not play Tantalus again for him.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh shameful insult! had I dream’d of it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would I have written him so tenderly?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Told my whole heart?—But, once in love, what woman</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can trust herself, alas, with pen and ink?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_110"></a>[110]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> Were he to come now after all, how then?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would you reproach, or turn your back on him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> Nay, I know not. Is ’t not possible,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He is detain’d, Elvira, by the Prince</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon state business?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> <span class="pad16">You excuse him then!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> Oh, any thing to soothe me!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> <span class="pad30">Who excuses</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will quickly pardon.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> <span class="pad14">Ay, if he came now,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now, as you say, Elvira,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And make excuses which I knew were false,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I <i>would</i> believe them still. Would he were come</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only to try. Could I be so deceived!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Cesar</span> and <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span>, below.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> See you not day has dawn’d, sir?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad34">Mine, I doubt,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is set for ever. Yet, in sheer despair,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I come to gaze upon the empty east!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But look!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad4">Well, sir?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad16">See you not through the twilight?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> Yea, sir; a woman: and when I say a woman,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I mean two women.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad12">Oh see if it be she.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> ’Twould make Elvira jealous, sir.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad36">Oh lady,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is it you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> Yes I, Don Cesar: who all night</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have waited on your pleasure, unsuspecting</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What now too well I know.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My foolish passion, sir, is well revenged</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_111"></a>[111]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">By shamed repentance. Oh, you came at last,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thinking belike, sir, with the morning star</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Retrieve the waste of night; oh, you loved me, sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or seem’d to do, till having won from me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Confession of a love I feel no more,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You turn it to disdain. Oh think not, sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That by one little deed in love, like law,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You gain the full possession of my heart</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For ever; and for this idle interview,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Do you so profit by it as to learn</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Courtesy to a lady; which when learn’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come and repeat to me.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Retires from window.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad18">And having now</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Arraign’d me of the crime, why do you leave me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To plead my exculpation to the winds?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">O Donna Anna, I call Heav’n to witness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Twas not my negligence, but my ill star</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That envied me such ill-deserved delight.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If it be otherwise,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or even you <i>suspect</i> it otherwise,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Spurn me, not only now, but ever, from you.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Since better were it with a conscience clear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rejected, than suspiciously received.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The Prince has kept me all the night with him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About the city streets: your brother, who</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was with us, can bear witness. Yet if still</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You think me guilty, but come back to say so,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And let me plead once more, and you once more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Condemn, and yet once more, and all in vain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If you will only but come back again!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna</i> (<i>returning to the window</i>). And this is true?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> So help me Heav’n, it is!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, could you, Anna, in your heart believe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I could forget you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> <span class="pad14">And, Don Cesar, you</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_112"></a>[112]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, were it so, I could forget my love?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But see, the sun above the mountain-tops</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Begins to peep, and morn to welcome him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all her smiles and tears. We must begone.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I shall another quick occasion find,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When I shall call, and you—not lag behind?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Oh once more taken to your heart again,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My shame turns glory, and delight my pain.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet tell me—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> <span class="pad8">Well?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad16">Of your suspicions <i>one</i></span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lingers within you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> <span class="pad8">Ay, a legion,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That at your presence to their mistress’ pride</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Turn traitors, and all fight on Cesar’s side!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Farewell then, my divine implacable!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> Victim and idol of my eyes, farewell!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Well, and what has my mistress to say to
me? Does she also play the scornful lady?</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> I? why?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Because my mistress’ mistress does so to my
master whose love I follow in shadow.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Oh, I did not understand.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> When he’s happy then I’m jolly;</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">When he’s sad I’m melancholy:</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">When he’s love-infected, I</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">With the self-same fever fretted,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Either am bound like him to fry,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Or if he chooses to forget it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">I must even take his cue,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">And, Elvira, forget you.</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Do you enact your lady. Now,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Begin. Be angry first—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> <span class="pad26">But how?</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_113"></a>[113]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> Hide up, no matter how or why,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Behind the window-blind, while I</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Underneath it caterwaul;—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> What are the odds I don’t reply?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> Just the odds that I don’t call.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>A Room in the Palace.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>The <span class="smcap">Prince</span> and <span class="smcap">Don Felix</span>, discovered at the back of
the stage.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Why is your Highness sad?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad24">Not sad, Don Felix:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh would it were some certain shape of sorrow</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I might grapple with, not a vague host</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of undefined emotions! Oh how oft</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The patching up of but a single seam</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Opens a hundred others! Lucky he,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who can to disenchantment bare his eyes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Once and for all, and in oblivion</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shut up vain hope for ever!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Cesar</span>, <span class="smcap">Arias</span>, and <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span>, in front.</i></p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Arias</span> as they enter</i>). And so at last was
satisfied.</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> His Highness and Don Felix.</p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> I am sure that he who profits not by opportunity
scarce covets it enough. Taking advantage of
the cleared heaven, I have here written my lady,
asking her when she will give me the meeting she
promised; Lazaro, take the letter: Don Felix here,
you can easily deliver it.</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> I’ll feign an errand, and so get into the
house.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_114"></a>[114]</span></p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Prince</span></i>). Cesar and Arias, my lord.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> I know their business. Oh what a tempest
does every breeze from that quarter raise in my
bosom! Well, gentlemen?</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> Cesar, my lord, was telling me—</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> About his melancholy studies still? Pray
tell me.</p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> Nay, my lord, all melancholy flies from the
sunshine of your presence.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> What then?</p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> I still distrust myself; Don Arias must, my
lord, answer for me.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Don Arias, then?</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Fresh confidence should bind me his
anew. But comes too late.</p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> (<i>aside to <span class="smcap">Arias</span></i>). Be careful what you say.</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> Trust me. (<i><span class="smcap">Cesar</span> retires.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Prince</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Arias</span> apart</i>). Well now, Don Arias.</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> At first much enraged against him, at last she
yielded to his amorous excuses; and, finding Don
Felix here, he has sent her a letter beseeching another
meeting.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> When?</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> This moment.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Who can doubt the upshot! I must contrive
to thwart them. (<i>Aloud.</i>) But ere I hear your story,
Arias, I must tell Don Felix what I was about to do
as these gentlemen came in and interrupted me: that
his sister was ill—had fainted—from some vexation
or fright, as I think.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Anna?</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> So my sister told me. Had you not
better see to her?</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> With your leave, my lord.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Prince</i> (<i>aside</i>). And so, as I wished, prevent her<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_115"></a>[115]</span>
answering, if not getting, the letter. (<i>Aloud.</i>) I will
ask Nisida how it was.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> What did you tell the Prince to draw this new
trouble on me?</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> Ay, even so. Blame him who has been even
lying in your service. Look you now, the Prince told
me he had overheard the names ‘Don Felix’ and
‘Donna Anna’ between us as we came in talking;
and, tethered to that, I was obliged to drag this fainting
fit into the service.</p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> Oh, if Felix find Lazaro at his house!</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> Fear not, anxiety will carry him home faster
than a letter Lazaro.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Alas! that the revival of my joy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is the revival of a fresh annoy;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And that the remedy I long’d to seize</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must slay me faster than the old disease.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span>—<i>An apartment in <span class="smcap">Don Felix’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Donna Anna</span> and <span class="smcap">Elvira</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> Well, have you finisht writing?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> <span class="pad32">I have written,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not finisht writing. That could never be;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each sentence, yea, each letter, as I write it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Suggesting others still. I had hoped, Elvira,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To sum my story up in a few words;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Took pen and paper, both at the wrong end:—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tried to begin, my mind so full I knew not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What to begin with; till, as one has seen</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The fullest vessel hardly run, until</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some inner air should loose the lingering liquid,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So my charged heart waited till one long sigh</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Set it a flowing. I wrote, erased, re-wrote,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then, pregnant love still doubling thought on thought,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_116"></a>[116]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Doubled the page too hastily, and blotted</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All that was writ before; until my letter,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Blotted, erased, re-written, and perplext,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At least is a fair transcript of my heart,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well, the sum is, he is to come, Elvira,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To-night, when Felix, as I heard him say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Goes to our country house on business;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all will be more quiet. But here, read it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> My lord! my lord!—the letter!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Felix</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna</i> (<i>hiding the letter</i>). <span class="pad10">Heavens!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad48">Too well</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The traitorous colour flying from your cheeks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Betrays your illness and my cause of sorrow.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What is the matter?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> <span class="pad14">Nothing, brother.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad34">Nothing!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your changing face and your solicitude</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To assure me there is nothing, but assure me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How much there is. I have been told in fact,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And hurried home thus suddenly,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To hear it all.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Alas! he knows my secret!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Felix, indeed, indeed, my love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall not dishonour you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad20">Your love?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’m more at loss than ever. But perhaps</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You feign this to divert me from the truth.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What is the matter, truly?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> <span class="pad20">Be assured</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I never will disgrace you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad22">Ah, she rambles,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Quite unrecover’d yet.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_117"></a>[117]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna</i> (<i>apart to <span class="smcap">Elvira</span></i>). What shall I do?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> (<i>apart</i>). Deny it all, there’s many a step between</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Suspicion and assurance.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad20">You, Elvira,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(My sister cannot) tell me what has happen’d.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> Oh, nothing but a swoon, sir:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My mistress fainted: that is all: accounts</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For all her paleness and discomfiture.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> ’Twas that I heard.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> <span class="pad20">I do assure you, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We thought her dead—however she dissemble</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out of her love for you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad20">’Twas kind of her:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But yet not kindness, Anna, to delude me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into a selfish ignorance of your pain.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Enough, you are better now?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> <span class="pad22">Indeed.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad30">That’s well.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, by the way, what meant you by ‘<i>your love</i>,’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And ‘<i>not dishonouring me</i>?’</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i>                    ‘<i>My love</i>,’ and ‘<i>not</i></div>
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Dishonouring</i>!’ did I say so? I must mean,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My senses still half-drown’d, my love for you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That would not have you pain’d. A true love, Felix,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though a mistaken, may be, as you say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet no dishonour.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad12">Still I have not heard</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What caused this illness.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad12">He presses hard upon me,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But I’ll out-double him. (<i>Aloud.</i>) The cause of it?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why—sitting in this room,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I heard a noise in the street there: went to the window,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And saw a crowd of people, their swords out, fighting</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before the door; and (what will foolish fear</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_118"></a>[118]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not conjure up?) methought that one of them</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was you—and suddenly a mortal chill</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Came over me, and—you must ask Elvira</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For all the rest.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Why ever have the trouble</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of coining lies when truth will pass as well?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> So far so good.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Lazaro?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> (<i>seeing <span class="smcap">Felix</span></i>). It’s his ghost? for certainly
I left his body at the palace.</p>

<p><i>Anna.</i> My evil stars bear hard upon me!</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> I’m done for, unless a good lie——(<i>Aloud.</i>)
Ruffian, rascal, scamp!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> How now?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Murderer! villain!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Softly, softly, breathe awhile! what’s the
matter?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Nothing, nothing, yet had I not exploded
incidentally, or as it were superficially, I had
altogether burst. Oh the rascal! the slave!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> But tell me the matter.</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Oh the matter—indeed the matter—you may
well ask it—indeed you may—Oh the murderer!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Come, come, tell us.</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Ay, well, look here, my lords and ladies, lend
me your ears; I was at cards: yes: for you must
know, my lord, I sometimes like a bout as my betters
do: you understand this?</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Yes—well?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Well, being at cards, as I say: ay, and playing
pretty high too: for I must confess that sometimes,
like my betters—you understand?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_119"></a>[119]</span></p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Go on—go on.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> Well, being, as I said, at cards,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And playing pretty high too—mark me that—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I get into discussion or dispute,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Whichever you will call it) with a man,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If man he may be call’d who man was none—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ye gods! to prostitute the name of man</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On such as that!—call him a manikin,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A mandarin, a mandrake,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rather than man—I mean in <i>soul</i>, mark you;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For in his outward man he was a man,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ay, and a man of might. Nay, more than man,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A giant, one may say. Well, as I said,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This wretch and I got to high words, and then</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Whither high words so often lead) to blows;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out came our swords. The rascal having seen</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What a desperate fellow at my tool I was,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Takes him eleven others of his kidney,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Worse than himself, and all twelve set on me.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I seeing them come on, ejaculate,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘From all such rascals, single or in league,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Good Lord, deliver us,’ set upon all twelve</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With that same sword, mark me, our gracious Prince</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gave me but yesternight, and, God be praised,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Disgraced not in the giving—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beat the whole twelve of them back to a porch,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where, after bandying a blow with each,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each getting something to remember me by,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Back in a phalanx all came down on me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And then dividing, sir, into two parties,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Twelve upon this side—do you see? and nine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On this—and three in front—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad24">But, Lazaro,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, twelve and nine are twenty-one—and three—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_120"></a>[120]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, your twelve men are grown to twenty-four!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How’s this?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad4">How’s this? why, counting in the shadows—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You see I count the shadows—twenty-four,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shadows and all—you see!<a id="FNanchor_4" href="#Footnote_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad20">I see.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad28">Well, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had not that good sword which our gracious Prince</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gave me but yesterday broke in my hand,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I should have had to pay for mass, I promise you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For every mother’s son of them!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad24">Indeed!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, Lazaro, I see your sword’s entire:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How’s that?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad8">The most extraordinary part</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of all—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad4">Well, tell us.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad20">Why, I had first used</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My dagger upon one: and when my sword</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Snapt, with its stump, sir, daggerwise I fought,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As thus; and that with such tremendous fury,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, smiting a steel buckler, I struck out</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Such sparks from it, that, by the light of them,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Snatching up the fallen fragment of my sword,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I pieced the two together.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad22">But the dagger</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You fought with first, and lost, you say—why, Lazaro,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis in your girdle.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad16">I account for that</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Easily. Look, sir, I drew it, as I said,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And struck amain. The man I drew it on,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_121"></a>[121]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seeing the coming blow, caught hold of it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And struck it back on me; I, yet more skilful,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With God’s good help did so present myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, when he struck at me, my own dagger’s point</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Return’d into its sheath, as here you see it.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Enough, I heard the cry of ‘Alguazils!’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ran off, and, entering the first open door,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now ask for sanctuary at your feet.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> I think it is your trepidation</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Makes you talk nonsense.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Anna.</i> Surely, my brother, this was the riot that so
frighted me.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> And was I then the man, ‘if man it could be
called who man was none,’ that Lazaro fought with?</p>

<p><i>Anna.</i> I know not, I only know ’twas some one of
a handsome presence like yours.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Perhaps his master—I much suspect
it was Cesar that was dicing, and afterward fighting;
and his servant, to cover him, invents this foolish
story——(<i>Aloud.</i>) I will look into the street and see
if it be clear.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Now say your say.</p>

<p><i>Anna</i> (<i>giving <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span> her letter</i>). And quickly,
Lazaro; taking this letter—</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> (<i>giving <span class="smcap">Cesar’s</span></i>). And you this premium upon it.</p>

<p><i>Anna.</i> Bid him be sure to come to me this evening;
I have much to say. And thus much to you, Lazaro;
your quarrel came in the nick of time to account for
a swoon I had occasion to feign.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Quick! quick! he’s coming back.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> Madam, farewell.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> <span class="pad16">And if my plot succeed,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Feign’d quarrel shall to true love-making lead.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_122"></a>[122]</span></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene V.</span>—<i>A Room in the Palace.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Cesar</span> and <span class="smcap">Arias</span> talking: to whom after a time
enter <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Oh, I have had rare work.</p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> The letter! (<i>takes it from <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span></i>)</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> And how did all end?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Well—as I am home at last safe and sound.</p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> Arias, you share my heart; even read my
letter with me. (<i>They read.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> (<i>aside</i>). That my master should trust that
babbler who let out about my wooden sword to the
Prince! my life upon ’t, he’ll do the same to him; for
he who sucks in gossip is the first to leak it.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> Sweetly she writes!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad20">How should it be but sweet,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where modesty and wit and true love meet?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> And expects you this evening!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Till which each minute is an hour, each hour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A day, a year, a century!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad20">And then</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In sæcula sæculorum. Amen.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> The Prince!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad12">I dread his seeing me.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad38">But how?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Lest, as already twice, he thwart me now.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Prince</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Cesar here, when I am on fire to know the
upshot of my plot upon his letter! I must get quit of him.</p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> Good day, my lord.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_123"></a>[123]</span></p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Well, any news abroad?</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> Not that I know of, my lord.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Cesar, there are despatches in my closet,
have been lying there since yesterday, should they
not be seen to at once?</p>

<p><i>Ces.</i> My lord! (<i>Aside.</i>) I foresaw it!</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Yes! I would have you look to them and
report them to me directly.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Ah, this is better! (<i>Aloud.</i>) I’ll see to them.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Aside.</i>) And then, I trust, day’s work with daylight o’er,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Man, nor malicious star, shall cross me more.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Cesar</span> and <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> And now about the letter?</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> I only know, my lord, that though Felix got
home first, Lazaro got there somehow, somehow gave
her the letter, and somehow got an answer.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Hast seen it?</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> Yes, my lord.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> <i>And</i>—</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> She appoints another meeting this evening.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> And I must myself despatch his work, so
as to leave him free to-night! Oh Arias, what can I
do more?</p>

<p><i>Ar.</i> Cannot your Highness go there yourself,
and so at least stop further advancement?</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> True, true; and yet I know not; it
might be too suspicious. I must consider what shall
be done;</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">And what more subtle engine I may try</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against these lovers’ ingenuity.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<hr />

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_124"></a>[124]</span></p>
<h3>ACT III</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A Room in the Palace.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Prince</span> and <span class="smcap">Don Arias</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> How well the night went off! did not the music,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The lights, the dances, and the ladies’ eyes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Divert your Grace’s sadness?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad20">Rather, Arias,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Doubled it.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whithersoever Donna Anna moved,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My eyes, that ever follow’d hers along,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Saw them pursue Don Cesar through the crowd</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And only rest on him; I cursed him then,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And then excused him, as the judge should do</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose heart is yearning with the guilt he damns.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> Where will this passion end?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad26">I think in death,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Led by the fatal secret you have told me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> I err’d, my lord; but all shall yet be well.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But hush! Don Cesar comes.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad18">Make out of him</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How sits the wind of love. Behind this screen</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll listen. (<i>Hides.</i>)</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Cesar</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> Well, Don Cesar?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad18">Nay, <i>ill</i>, Don Cesar!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Misfortune on misfortune! ev’n good fortune</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forswears her nature but to scowl on me!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_125"></a>[125]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Led by her letter, as the shades of night</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were drawing in, I went—not now to stand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under her lattice with the cold, cold moon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For company, but in the very room</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My lady warms and lightens with her presence!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">There when we two had just begun to whisper</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The first sweet words of love, upon a sudden</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As by some evil spirit prompted, her brother</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Comes in, and on some frivolous pretext</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Carries her to the palace. I suspect</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He knows my purpose.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad16">Nay—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince</i> (<i>listening</i>). <span class="pad6">He little thinks</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His evil spirit is so near him now.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Ay, and dead weary of these sicken’d hopes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And lost occasions, I have resolved to break</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Through disappointment and impediment,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And turning secret love to open suit,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Secure at once her honour, and her brother’s,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And my own everlasting happiness,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By asking her fair hand, fore all the world!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> You heard, my lord?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince</i> (<i>advancing</i>). And if he ask her hand,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Felix will grant it as assuredly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As I would my own sister’s! Oh, Don Arias,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What now?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad6">Don Felix comes.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad20">There’s yet one way,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He comes in time—Felix!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Felix</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad16">My lord!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad22">Come hither.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You came in time—were present in my thoughts</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_126"></a>[126]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before your coming. Hark you. I have long</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Long’d to requite your many services,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By more substantial meed than empty breath,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Too oft, they say, the end of princes’ favour.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Much I design for you; but in mean time,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As some foretaste and earnest of my love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A kinsman, a near kinsman of my own,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has set his heart upon the lady Anna,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your sister; fain would have her hand in marriage:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I, with your good liking,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have promised it to him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad20">Oh, my good lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your favour overpowers me!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad18">Much content</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Both for his sake, so near of my own blood,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(His letters show how deep his passion is,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yours, if you approve it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad24">Did I not,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your will would be my law.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad18">Why this is well then.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We’ll talk it over at our leisure; meanwhile,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For certain reasons, let this contract be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Between ourselves alone—you taking care</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To pledge your sister’s hand no other way.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Oh, trust to me, my lord—Heav’n watch above</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your Highness!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince</i> (<i>aside</i>). Oh mad end of foolish love!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> I’ll straight away,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And tell my sister of the happiness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Awaits her. And may be shall learn of her</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How my own suit prospers with Nisida,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The Prince’s sister, which his present favour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now blows upon so fairly. Cesar!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_127"></a>[127]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Cesar</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Well found at last. Oh, Felix!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad32">What is ’t now?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your heart seems labouring.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad22">Yours must lighten it.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know, Don Felix, how by blood and birth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am a gentleman—not less, I trust,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In breeding and attainment; my estate</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sufficient for my birth—nurst by the Prince</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In his own palace from my earliest years,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until, howe’er unworthy of such honour,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Received into his inmost heart and council:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So far at least fitted for state affairs,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As ever given from my earliest youth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rather to letters than to arms. Enough:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know all this, and know, or ought to know,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How much I am your friend?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad16">I do believe it.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Yea, Felix, and would fain that friendship knit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By one still closer tie—Have you not guess’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By many a sign more unmistakeable</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than formal declaration, that I love—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Presumptuously perhaps—but that I love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One of your house. Which saying all is said:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For she is all your house who calls you ‘Brother.’</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Cesar, Heav’n knows how faithfully my heart</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Answers to yours in all; how much I prize</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The honour you would do me. Would to God</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I had seen the signs of love you talk of,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pointing this way; there is, I do assure you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No man in all the world to whom more gladly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I would ally my sister and myself;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But I did not. I grieve that it is so,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_128"></a>[128]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">But dare not cancel what is now, too late,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Irrevocably agreed on with another.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> By this ‘too late,’ I think you only mean</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To tantalize my too late declaration.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If that be your intent, I am well punisht</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Already; be content with my contrition.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You say you love me; and would well desire</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To see me wed your sister; seal at once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My happiness, nor chill the opening day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor my love’s blossom, by a lingering ‘<i>Yea</i>.’</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Indeed, indeed, my Cesar, not to revenge</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Delay of speech, or insufficient token,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But with repeated sorrow I repeat,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My sister’s hand is pledged beyond recall,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And to another; whom, for certain reasons,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I dare not name, not even to herself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As yet—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad4">If I survive, ’tis that fate knows</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How much more terrible is life than death!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Felix, you have well revenged yourself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon my vain ambition, speech delay’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And signs that you would not articulate;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But let my fate be as it will, may hers,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hers, yea, and his whose life you link to hers,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be so indissolubly prosperous,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That only death forget to envy them!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Farewell.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad4">Farewell then: and remember, Cesar,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let not this luckless business interrupt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Our long and loving intimacy.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad24">Nay.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It shall not, cannot, Felix, come what may.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_129"></a>[129]</span></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Prince</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> When in my love’s confusion and excess</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">I fancy many a fond unlikely chance,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Desire grows stronger, resolution less,</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">I linger more the more I would advance.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">False to my nobler self, I madly seize</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">Upon a medicine alien to my ill;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And feeding still with that should cure disease,</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">At once my peace and reputation kill</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By turns; as the conflicting passions fire,</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">And chase each other madly through my breast,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I worship and despise, blame and admire,</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">Weep and rejoice, and covet and detest.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alas! a bitter bargain he must choose,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who love with life, or life with love, must lose!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Where can my master be? I shall go
crazy, I think, running from room to room, and house
to house, after him and his distracted wits.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Lazaro! Well, what news abroad?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Ah, my lord, there has been little of that
under the sun this long while, they say. For instance,
the slasht doublets just come into fashion, and which
they call new; why ’twas I invented them years ago.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> You! how?</p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Why, look you; once on a time when I was
not so well off as now, and my coat was out at elbows,
the shirt came through: many saw and admired—
and so it has grown into a fashion.</p>

<p><i>Prince.</i> Who listens to you but carries away food
for reflection!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_130"></a>[130]</span></p>

<p><i>Laz.</i> Aha! you are somewhat surfeited with that
already, I take it.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">So while the world her wonted journey keeps,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lazarus chuckles while poor Dives weeps.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Cesar</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Lazaro, I waited till the Prince was gone.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Listen to me. Don Felix has betroth’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His sister to another, not to me;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He will not tell me whom, nor does it matter:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All ill alike. But out of this despair</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll pluck the crown that hope could never reach.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">There is no time to lose; this very night</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll carry her away.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad16">Only beware</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Telling Don Arias what you mean to do.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is ’t possible you see not all along</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your secret playing on his faithless lips?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Here’s one last chance.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad18">True, true.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad32">You cannot lose</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By secrecy—what gain by telling him?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> You may be right: and to clear up the cause</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of past mischance, and make the future safe,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll take your counsel.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad18">Then hey for victory!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Meanwhile, sir, talk with all and trust in none,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And least of all in him is coming hither.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And then in ocean when the weary sun</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Washes his swollen face, ‘there shall be done</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A deed of dreadful note.’</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_131"></a>[131]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Arias</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> How now, Don Cesar?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad10">Here are you, be sure,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When aught is stirring.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad20">How speeds Love with you?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> (<i>aside</i>). The lighter, sir, now you are left behind.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Arias, my friend! All’s lost!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The love I grew deep in my heart of hearts</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is wither’d at the moment of its blossom.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I went to Felix, ask’d his sister’s hand:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It was betroth’d, he told me, to another:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I was too late. All’s lost! It were in vain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Weeping for that I never can attain:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will forget what I must needs forgo,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And turn to other—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Arias</span></i>). Pray, sir, pardon me;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But pri’thee say no more to him just now;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It brings on such a giddiness.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad26">Alas!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But can I be of service?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad20">Only, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By saying nothing more.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad20">I am truly sorry.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> That you can lie no longer in the matter.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, the Lord speed you!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> O Love, if mortal anguish ever move thee,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At this last hour requite me with one smile</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For all thy sorrows! let what I have suffer’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Appease thy jealous godhead! I complain not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That you condemn my merits as too poor</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For the great glory they aspire unto;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet who could brook to see a rival bear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The wreath that neither can deserve to wear!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_132"></a>[132]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Prince</span> and <span class="smcap">Arias</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Arias</span></i>). Even so?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Good. That he may not think ’twas out of malice,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I made my business trench upon his love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now that his love’s but Love-in-idleness,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll occupy him still. Cesar!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad24">My lord!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> I had like to have forgot. ’Tis Monday, is ’t not?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have despatches both for Rome and Naples</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We must see to them to-night.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad24">My lord!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad32">Bring hither</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your writing.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> (<i>apart</i>). Oh! the cup-full at my lips,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And dasht down, and for ever!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>To <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span>.</i>) Villain, the victory you told me of!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> What fault of mine, sir?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad26">What fault? said you not</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All now was well?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad12">Is ’t I who make it wrong?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> You meddled.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad12">Are you ready?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad30">Immediately.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alas, alas! how shall my pen run clear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of the thick fountain that is welling here!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince</i> (<i>aside</i>). And I shall learn from you how that dark pair</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Contrive to smile, Jealousy and Despair.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Desk and papers brought in: exeunt <span class="smcap">Arias</span> and <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Now, are you ready? (<i><span class="smcap">Cesar</span> sits at the desk.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad14">Ay, my lord.</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_133"></a>[133]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad20">Begin then.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘I am secretly’—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> ‘Secretly’—driven to madness!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> ‘About the marriage’—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> ‘Marriage’—that never shall take place!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> ‘All is fair for you’—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> ‘For you’—though perdition to me!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> ‘Believe me’—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> I shall not survive it!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> ‘That Donna Anna of Castelvi’—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> ‘That Donna Anna’—I can write no more!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> ‘Is such in birth, beauty, and wit’—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Oh, my lord, pardon me; but may I know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This letter’s destination?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad20">Eh? to Flanders.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why do you ask?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad12">To Flanders! But, my lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Surely no Flemish courier leaves to-day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Might not to-morrow—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad10">At the name of Anna</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His colour changed. (<i>Aloud.</i>) No matter. ’Tis begun,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And we’ll ev’n finish it. Where left I off?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> (<i>reading</i>). ‘Can write no more’—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Eh? ‘Write no more?’ Did I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Say that?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad6">My lord?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad12">The letter. Give me it.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Come what come may then, what is writ is writ!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Prince</i> (<i>reading</i>). ‘I am secretly driven to madness
about the marriage that never shall take place.
All is fair for you, though perdition to me. Believe
me I shall not survive it, that Donna Anna—I can
write no more.’</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Was this what I dictated?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_134"></a>[134]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> (<i>throwing himself at the <span class="smcap">Prince’s</span> feet</i>). O my lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">O noble Alexander! if the service</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You have so often praised beyond desert</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deserve of you at all, snatch not from me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The only crown I ever ask’d for it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To gild a less familiar brow withal.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This lady, Donna Anna,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom you are now devoting to another,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is mine, my lord; mine, if a two years’ suit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of unremitted love not unreturn’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should make her mine; which mine beyond dispute</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would long ere this have made her, had not I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How many a golden opportunity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lost from my love to spend it on my Prince!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And this is my reward! Oh, knew I not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How the ill star that rules my destiny</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Might of itself dispose the gracious Prince,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who call’d me for his friend from infancy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To act my bitterest enemy unawares,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I might believe some babbler—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad22">Nay, Don Cesar,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If in all these cross purposes of love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You recognise the secret hand of fate,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Accuse no mortal tongue, which could not reach</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The stars that rule us all, wag as it would.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Enough. I am aggrieved, and not, I think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unjustly, that without my pleasure, nay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without my knowledge even, you, my subject,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And servant, (leaving the dear name of friend,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Disposed so of yourself, and of a lady</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose grace my court considers as its own.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Give me the pen: and, as you write so laxly,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must myself report—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad18">My lord!</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_135"></a>[135]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i>                    The pen. (<i>He writes.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> If in misfortune’s quiver there be left</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One arrow, let it come!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad16">You could not write,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Cesar; but perhaps can seal this letter:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tis for Don Felix; send it to him straight.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or stay—I’d have it go by a sure hand:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Take it yourself directly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> <span class="pad20">At one blow</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My love and friendship laid for ever low!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Felix</span> and <span class="smcap">Arias</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> The letter must be written.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad26">Oh, Don Felix,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have this moment sent to you. No matter:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Twas but to say I have this instant heard</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your sister’s bridegroom is in Parma; nay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps already at your house.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad20">Oh, my lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How shall I thank you for this gracious news?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Nay, we will hear them from your sister’s lips.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To her at once.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Felix</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent18">And now, Don Arias,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You have to swear upon the holy cross</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That hilts this sword, that neither Donna Anna</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Know that I ever loved her, nor Don Cesar</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I ever cross’d his love.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> <span class="pad20">Upon this cross</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I swear it; and beseech you in return</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Never, my lord, to tell Don Cesar who</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Reveal’d his secret.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad12">Be it so. I promise.</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_136"></a>[136]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now to see whether indeed I dare</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Compete with him whose lofty name I wear.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>A Room in <span class="smcap">Felix’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Anna</span> and <span class="smcap">Elvira</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> Beside the charge of my own love, Elvira,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose crosses, I believe, will slay me soon,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My brother has confided to me at last</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His passion for the Princess Nisida;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, for he knows that I am near her heart,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would have me whisper it into her ears;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, were it such a passion as <i>I</i> feel,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His eyes would have reveal’d her long ago.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">However, I have told her, and have got</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">An answer such—But look! he comes.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Felix</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad28">Oh, sister,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Might but your news be half as good as mine!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A largess for it, come. You are betroth’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By me, and by the Prince himself, to one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In all ways worthy of you, and who long</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has silently adored.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad6">Is it possible?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cesar! (<i>Aloud.</i>) Well, ask the largess that you will.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> The Princess—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> <span class="pad16">Well?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad24">What says she?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Anna.</i> <span class="pad38">All she could</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At the first blush—nothing—and that means all:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Go to her, and press out the lingering Yes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That lives, they say, in silence.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_137"></a>[137]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad32">Oh, my sister!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But who comes here?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Cesar</span> and <span class="smcap">Lazaro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> (<i>giving the letter</i>). I, Felix. This must be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My warrant—from the Prince. Oh misery!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Fel.</i> I thank you, Cesar. (<i>Reads.</i>)
‘Because happiness is the less welcome when anticipated,
I have hitherto withheld from you, that he
to whom I have engaged your sister’s hand, is—Don
Cesar! in whom unites all that man or woman can
desire. If the man lives who can deserve such glory,
it is he. Farewell.’</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> Great Heav’n!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad16">Nay, read the letter.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Prince</span>, <span class="smcap">Nisida</span>, <span class="smcap">Arias</span>, and Train.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> <span class="pad36">He shall not need,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Myself am here to speak it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ces.</i> (<i>kneeling</i>). <span class="pad8">Oh, my lord!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Prince.</i> Rise, Cesar. If your service, as it did,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ask’d for reward, I think you have it now;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Such as not my dominion alone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But all the world beside, could not supply.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Madam, your hand; Don Cesar, yours. I come</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To give away the bride:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And after must immediately away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Flanders, where by Philip’s trumpet led,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will wear Maestricht’s laurel round my brows;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leaving meanwhile Don Felix Governor</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till my return—by this sign manual.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Puts <span class="smcap">Nisida’s</span> hand in <span class="smcap">Felix’s</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> My lord, my lord!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_138"></a>[138]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> <span class="pad20">Elvira!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> <span class="pad28">Lazaro!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Laz.</i> I must be off. Our betters if we ape,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And they ape marriage, how shall we escape?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ar.</i> And learn this moral. None commend</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A secret ev’n to trustiest friend:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which secret still in peril lies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Even in the breast of the most wise;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And at his blabbing who should groan</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who could not even keep his own?</div>
  </div>
</div>

</div>

<p>There are three other plays by Calderon, on this subject of
keeping one’s love secret; a policy, whose neglect is punisht
by a policy characteristically Spanish. 1. <i>Amigo, Amante, y
Leal</i>: which has the same Prince and Arias, only the Prince
confides his love to his rival. 2. <i>El Secreto a Voces</i>: where
it is the ladies who shuffle the secret about the men. And 3.
<i>Basta Callar</i>, a more complicated intrigue than any.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_139"></a>[139]</span></p>

<hr />

<div class="chapter">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_140"></a>[140]</span></p>

<h2 class="nobreak" id="GIL_PEREZ_THE_GALLICIAN">GIL PEREZ, THE GALLICIAN</h2>

</div>

<hr />

<h3>DRAMATIS PERSONÆ</h3>

<table summary="Dramatis personæ">
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Gil Perez.</span></td>
    <td></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Isabel</span></td>
    <td><i>his Sister.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Alonso</span></td>
    <td rowspan="2" class="valign">} <i>his two Friends.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Manuel Mendez</span></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Pedro</span></td>
    <td rowspan="2" class="valign">} <i>Servants in his house.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Casilda</span></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Donna Juana</span></td>
    <td><i>a Portuguese Lady.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Juan Baptista</span></td>
    <td><i>a Lover of Isabel.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">The Lord High Admiral of Portugal.</span></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Donna Leonor</span></td>
    <td><i>his Cousin.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">A Sheriff.</span></td>
    <td></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">A Judge.</span></td>
    <td></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Leonardo</span></td>
    <td><i>a Traveller.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Alguazils</span>,
    <span class="smcap">Officers</span>, <span class="smcap">Attendants</span>,
    <span class="smcap">Farmers</span>, etc.</td>
  </tr>
</table>

<hr />

<div class="drama">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_141"></a>[141]</span></p>

<h3>ACT I</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>Outside <span class="smcap">Gil Perez’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Pedro</span> running; <span class="smcap">Gil Perez</span> after him with a drawn dagger; and <span class="smcap">Isabel</span> and <span class="smcap">Casilda</span> interceding.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> Fly, Pedro, fly!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad18">And what the use his flying</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If I be after him?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad12">Hold him! hold him back,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Both of you!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad8">By the Lord, I’ll do for him.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> But why so savage with him?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad30">He must pay</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The long arrear of mischief you’ve run up.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> I understand you not.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad24">I’ll kill him first,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And then explain.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> I, who dread not bodily violence,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dread your injurious words. What have I done</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That you should use me thus?—my enemy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And not my brother.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad14">You say well your enemy,</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_142"></a>[142]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, if you do as you have done so long,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will one day bathe his sword in your heart’s blood,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And after in his own, and so wipe out</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One scandal from the world.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad22">As the good soul</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who meddles to make peace between two brawlers</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oft gets the bloody nose, I’ll take the hint.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Farewell, fair Spain! for evermore farewell!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Here! hark you, sir;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before you go; you have escaped this time</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By luck, not by desert. I give you warning,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Keep from my sight: for if I see your face</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fifty years hence, among the antipodes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll pay you off.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad12">Pray don’t disturb yourself;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll take you at your word, and straight be off</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To some old friends of mine—indeed relations—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In central Africa—the Ourang Outangs:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A colony so distant as I trust</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will satisfy us both. And so, good bye.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit; <span class="smcap">Casilda</span> after him.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> He’s gone, poor fellow.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now perhaps, sir, as we are alone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You’ll tell me why you do affront me thus.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Sister—oh, would to God that I had none</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To call by such a name at such expense!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And can you think that I have been so blind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As well as dumb, not to be ware the tricks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of the sly gentleman who follows you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So constantly, and who, if this goes on,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will one day filch away, not your own only,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But the long garner’d honour of our house?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, I have seen it all from first to last,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But would not show my teeth till I could bite;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Because, in points like this, a man of honour</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_143"></a>[143]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Speaks once, and once for all.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This once is now. I’ll speak my mind to you;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, if you cannot understand, to-morrow</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must repeat in quite another language.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know your man—Juan Baptista—one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not man enough for me, and so, I tell you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not for my sister. This should be enough,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without his being, as he is, a Jew.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To get you from his reach I brought you here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Salvatierra, deep amid the mountains,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And safe enough I thought; but even here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His cursèd letters reach you through the hands</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of that fine rascal I have just pack’d off.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">There; I have told my story; take ’t to heart;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dismiss your man at once, or, by the Lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If you and he persist, I’ll fire his house,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And save the Inquisition that much trouble.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> Your anger makes you blind—accusing me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of things I never did.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad18">You never did!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> But so it is, poor women must submit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To such insinuations.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad16">Pray, was ’t I</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Insinuated that letter then?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad22">Peace, peace!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I can explain it all, and shall, when fit.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What would you have of me? You are my brother,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And not my husband, sir; consider that:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And therefore, in fraternal kindness bound,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should even take my word without ado.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You talk of honour: is not honour then</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Slow to suspect—would rather be deceived</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Itself than prematurely to accuse?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am your sister, Perez, and I know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My duty towards you and myself. Enough—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_144"></a>[144]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, if you cannot understand, to-morrow</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must repeat in quite another language.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> She says not ill; it better were indeed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had I kept on the mask a little longer,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till they had dropt theirs beyond all denial.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She’s right, and I was wrong; but from this time</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll steer another course.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Casilda</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cas.</i> <span class="pad22">A gentleman</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Of Portugal, he says,) is at the door,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And asks for you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad12">Bid him come in. Away,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My troubles, for a while!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Casilda</span>.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Manuel Mendez</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad20">’Twas well, Gil Perez,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You sent so quickly, or my impetuosity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had overrun your leave.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad18">What, Manuel Mendez!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come to my arms. What! you in Salvatierra?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> And, I assure you, at no small expense</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of risk and heart-ache.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad18">That’s unwelcome news.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> Not when ’tis all forgotten in the joy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of seeing you again.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad16">I shall not rest</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till I have heard; ill-manner’d though it be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To tax a man scarce winded from a journey</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With such expense of breath.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad24">Then listen, Gil.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You, I am sure, remember (time and absence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cannot have washt so much from memory)</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_145"></a>[145]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">The pleasant time when you were last at Lisbon,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And graced my house by making it your home.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I need not tell of all we did and talk’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Save what concerns me now; of the fair lady</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You knew me then enamour’d of, (how deeply</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I need not say—being a Portuguese,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which saying, all is said)—Donna Juana,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At whose mere name I tremble, as some seer</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Smit with the sudden presence of his God.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Two years we lived in the security</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of mutual love, with so much jealousy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Without which love is scarcely love at all)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As served to freshen up its sleeping surface,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But not to stir its depths. Ah, dangerous</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To warm the viper, or, for idle sport,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Trust to the treacherous sea—sooner or later</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They turn upon us; so these jealousies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I liked to toy with first turn’d upon me;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When suddenly a rich young cavalier,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well graced with all that does and ought to please,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(For I would not revenge me with my tongue</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon his name, but with my sword in’s blood,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Demanded her in marriage of her father;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who being poor, and bargains quickly made</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Twixt avarice and wealth, quickly agreed.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The wedding day drew nigh that was to be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The day of funeral too—mixt dance and dirge,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And grave and bridal chamber both in one.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The guests were met; already night began</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Loose the full tide of noisy merriment,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When I strode in; straight through the wedding throng</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Up to the bride and bridegroom where they were,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, seizing her with one hand, with the other</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Struck him a corpse; and daring all, to die</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fighting, or fighting carry off my prize,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_146"></a>[146]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Carried her off; lifted her on a horse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I had outside; struck spur; and lightning-like</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Away, until we reach’d the boundary</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of Portugal, and, safe on Spanish ground,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At last drew breath and bridle. Then on hither,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where I was sure of refuge in the arms</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of my old friend Gil Perez; whom I pray</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not so much on the score of an old friendship,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So long and warm, but as a fugitive</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Asking protection at his generous hands—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A plea the noble never hear in vain.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor for myself alone, but for my lady</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who comes with me, and whom I just have left</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the poplars by the river-side,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till I had told my news, and heard your answer.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A servant whom we met with on the way,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pointed your house out—whither, travel-tired,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Press’d for my life, and deep in love with her</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I bring, as curst by those I left behind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And trusting him I come to—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad24">Tut, tut, tut!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Go on so, I’ll not answer you at all;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All this fine talk to me! from Manuel Mendez!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As if ’twere not enough to say ‘Friend Gil,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ve left a gentleman I slew behind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And got a living lady with me, so</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Am come to visit you.’ Why go about</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With phrases and fine speeches? I shall answer</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Quite unpolitely thus, ‘Friend Manuel,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This house of mine is yours—for months, for years,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For all your life, with all the service in ’t</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I or mine can do for you.’ So back,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And bring your lady, telling her from me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I stay behind because I am unapt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At such fine speeches as her lover makes.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_147"></a>[147]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> Oh, let me thank you,—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad26">Nay, ’twere better far</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Go to your lady; who may be ill at ease</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alone in a strange place.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Manuel</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent26">What, Isabel! (<i>She enters.</i>)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Isabel, if my former love and care</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deserve of you at all, forget awhile</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All difference, (for there’s a time for all,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And help me now to honour an old friend</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To whom I owe great hospitalities;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Manuel Mendez, who with his bride is come</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To be my guest.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad10">I’ll do my best for you.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But hark! what noise?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Shouts and fighting within.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad16">A quarrel’s up somewhere.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voice within.</i> Take him alive or dead.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Another voice.</i> <span class="pad24">He’ll slip us yet!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> Some one on horseback flying at full speed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From his pursuers.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices within.</i> <span class="pad4">Fire upon him! fire!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Shots within.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> Mercy, he’s dead!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad20">Not he; only his horse;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And see he’s up again, and gallantly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Flashing his sword around on his pursuers</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Keeps them at bay, and fighting, fighting, still</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Retreats—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad4">And to our house too—</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Alonso</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad28">Shelter! shelter!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In pity to a wretched man at last</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fordone!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_148"></a>[148]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> What, Don Alonso!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad18">But a moment,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To ask you cover my retreat, Gil Perez;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My life depends on reaching Portugal.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Away then to the bridge you see below there.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">God speed you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad8">And keep you!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices without.</i> <span class="pad14">This way! this way!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> But just in time!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Sheriff</span> with Officers.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Officer.</i> <span class="pad16">I’m sure he pass’d by here.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Well, gentlemen, your business?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sher.</i> <span class="pad32">Don Alonso—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Came he this way?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad14">He did, and he went that,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And must almost, unless I much mistake,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be got to Portugal. For, by the Lord, sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His feet seem’d feather’d with the wind?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sher.</i> <span class="pad34">Away then!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">After him!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad6">Stop a moment!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sher.</i> <span class="pad20">Stop! what mean you?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Just what I say. Come, Mr. Sheriff, come,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You’ve done your duty; be content with that;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And don’t hunt gentlemen like wolves to death;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Justice is one thing, and fair play’s another,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All the world over.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sher.</i> <span class="pad14">When I’ve got my man</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll answer you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad12">Perhaps before.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sher.</i> <span class="pad28">Why, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would you detain me?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_149"></a>[149]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad14">Why, if logic fails,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must try other argument.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sher.</i> <span class="pad20">As what, sir?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Why, mathematical. As how? Look here.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You see me draw this line. Well then, ’fore God,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The man who passes it—dies. Q. E. D.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sher.</i> Down with him!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad18">Back, I advise you.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices.</i> <span class="pad36">Down with him!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Chicken-hearts! Curs! Oh, you will down with me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will you indeed? and this the way you do it?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>He fights with them.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>One.</i> Oh, I am slain.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sher.</i> <span class="pad16">I’m wounded.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad32">Back with you!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit, driving them in.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>The River-side.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Juana</span> and <span class="smcap">Manuel</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Jua.</i> Oh never did I owe more to your love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than for this quick return.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad24">O my Juana,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The love such beauty as your own inspires,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Surmounts impossibilities. However,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I needed not go on to Salvatierra,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lighting on what I look’d for by the way,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Among the mountains; where my friend Gil Perez</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Whose honour I insult if I declare it)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has pitcht his tent, with hospitality</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Prophetic of our coming;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So peaceably our love may fold its wings</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the shadow of my friend’s.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_150"></a>[150]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Jua.</i> <span class="pad30">Oh, Manuel,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She who has left home, country, friends, and fame,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And would contentedly leave life, for you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Desires no other temple of her love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than a bleak rock, whose unchanged stedfastness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall not out-wear her own.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> (<i>within</i>). <span class="pad10">I can no more!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Jua.</i> Listen! What noise is that?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad30">A cavalier</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still with his sword in his exhausted hand.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He falls!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>, who falls at the side.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad4">They e’en must have me.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad28">Courage, sir.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wounded? (<i>Voices within.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad4">Hark! the bloodhounds are close by;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And worse, they must have slain Gil Perez first.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who else—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Gil</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad6">Confound the rogues, they’ve got the bridge</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And the way to ’t, and heav’n itself, I think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To fight upon their side.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad20">Gil, what is this?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Trying to help a friend out of a ditch,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ve tumbled in myself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad18">Come, we are two</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In hand, and one in heart; at least can fight</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And die together.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad12">Nay, add me;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The cause—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad8">There’s but a moment. Manuel,</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_151"></a>[151]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">I charge you by your friendship,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Draw not your sword to-day.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad22">Not I my sword</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When theirs are on you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Jua.</i> (<i>clinging to <span class="smcap">Manuel</span></i>). Heav’ns!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices, within.</i> <span class="pad28">This way! This way!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> They’re coming.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Alonso</span></i>). Listen! you can swim?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad40">Alas—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> I mean upon my shoulders. Manuel,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We two shall cross to Portugal,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where follow us they may, but cannot seize us.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Meanwhile I leave you master of my house</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And honour, centred (no time to say more)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In Isabel, my sister. Swear to me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That you will see to this.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad22">I swear it, Gil.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Enough, your hand! Adieu! Now courage, sir!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Takes <span class="smcap">Alonso</span> on his shoulders and plunges into the river.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Jua.</i> The man swims like a dolphin.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil</i> (<i>within</i>). <span class="pad26">Manuel,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Remember!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad4">How he wrestles with the flood!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now is half-way over.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil</i> (<i>within</i>). <span class="pad4">Manuel,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Remember! I have trusted all to you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> Waste not your breath. I’ll do ’t.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil</i> (<i>within</i>). <span class="pad24">Adieu!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad40">Adieu!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Manuel</span> with <span class="smcap">Juana</span>.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_152"></a>[152]</span></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>The Portuguese bank of the River.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter the <span class="smcap">Admiral</span> of Portugal and <span class="smcap">Donna Leonor</span> as from hunting.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Adm.</i> Since summer’s fiery Sirius, fair cousin,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Neither from place nor power in heaven declines,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will you not rest?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leonor.</i> <span class="pad10">Ah, what a noble sport</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is hunting! who so abject-spirited</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As not to love its generous cruelty!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Adm.</i> It is indeed a noble imitation</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of noblest war. As when a white-tuskt boar</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Holds out alone against the yelling pack,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gores one, o’erthrows another, all the while</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bristling his back like to some ridge of spears:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While many a gallant hound, foil’d in his onset,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tears his own flesh in disappointed rage,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then to the charge again—he and his foe,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each with redoubled fury firing up:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A chivalry that nature has implanted</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n in the heart of beasts.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leonor.</i> <span class="pad20">So in falconry,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I love even better; when the heron</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mounts to the wandering spheres of air and fire,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Poised between which alternately she burns</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And freezes, while two falcons, wheeling round,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Strive to out-mount her, tilting all along</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The fair blue field of heaven for their lists;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until out-ris’n and stricken, drencht in blood,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Plumb down she falls like to some crimson star;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A rivalry that nature has implanted</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n in the breast of birds.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_153"></a>[153]</span></p>
<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Pedro</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Which is the way, I wonder? What with
fright and weariness, I must rest awhile. Well, this
is Portugal, where to be sure a poor Spanish pimp
may hope to escape ferocious honour. That I
should lose a post where others make their thousands
at my first function! But who are these? Fine
folks too! Pray Heaven they be in want of an
officer.</p>

<p><i>Adm.</i> A horse will soon carry you to the villa.
Hark you, sir! (<i>To <span class="smcap">Pedro</span>.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> My lord!</p>

<p><i>Adm.</i> Who are you?</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Nay, how should I know?</p>

<p><i>Adm.</i> But are you one of my people?</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Yes, if you like it. As said Lord Somebody,
who neither served king, man, or God, but who
entering the palace one day at supper-time, and
seeing all the chamberlains at work without their
coats, whips off his, and begins carrying up dishes.
Suddenly in comes the major-domo, who perceiving a
stranger, asks if he be sworn of the service. ‘Not
yet,’ says he, ‘but if swearing is all that’s wanted, I’ll
swear to what you please.’ So ’tis with me. Make me
your servant, and I’ll swear and forswear anything.</p>

<p><i>Adm.</i> You are liberal of your humour.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> ’Tis all I have to be liberal of; and it would
not be right to spare that.</p>

<p><i>Gil</i> (<i>within</i>). Hold on, hold on!</p>

<p><i>Leonor.</i> Who’s that?</p>

<p><i>Adm.</i> Look, some one with erect head and vigorous
arms, buffeting the wave before him.</p>

<p><i>Leonor.</i> With another on his shoulders too.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_154"></a>[154]</span></p>

<p><i>Adm.</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Pedro</span></i>). Now, would you win an
earnest of future favour, plunge in to his assistance.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> I would, sir, but I’m a wretched swimmer.</p>

<p><i>Leonor.</i> They have reacht the shore at last.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Gil Perez</span> and <span class="smcap">Alonso</span>, drencht.</i></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Thank Heaven for our escape!</p>

<p><i>Gil.</i> Ah, we’re well quit of it.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Now, sir, if I can help. But Lord ha’
mercy! (<i>Sees <span class="smcap">Gil</span>.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Adm.</i> What! going just when you are wanted?</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> I was born, my lord, with a tender heart;
that seeing these poor fellows so drencht, bleeds for
them. That he should pursue me even to Portugal!
(<i>Is creeping away.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Adm.</i> What! only just come, and going?</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Oh, my lord, a sudden call. Excuse me.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Adm.</i> ’Tis an idiot. But let me help you.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> My life is in your hand.</p>

<p><i>Adm.</i> In my hand? How is that?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> You shall hear, if I may first know to whom
I tell my story. Misfortune forces me to be cautious.</p>

<p><i>Adm.</i> You are right; but need fear nothing from
the Lord High Admiral of Portugal, who now speaks
to you, and pledges himself to protect you so long as
you stand on his estate.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> Enough, my lord.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My name is Don Alonso de Tordoya,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not un-illustrious in Spain. I love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A noble lady; whom going to visit,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When this same westering sun was young in heav’n,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I found a rival with her. I rush’d out,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bidding him follow with his sword; he follow’d;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_155"></a>[155]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">We fought, and with two passes in his side</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I left him dead: the cry was after us;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The officers of justice at my heels.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No time to lose; I leap’d upon a horse,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And rode, until a shot, aim’d at his rider,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Kill’d him; then, taking to my feet, fled on,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till, coming to a country house, I saw,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To my great joy, my friend—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad24">Here enter I;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, seeing Don Alonso so hard set,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Offer’d my services to keep them back</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till he was safe in Portugal.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That country house of mine—a pleasure house</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some call it, though I’ve found but little there—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Stands in a narrow mountain gorge, through which</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He and the bloodhounds after him must pass</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To reach the river; as he says, he came,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And saw, and fled; had scarce got fifty yards,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Up comes the Sheriff with his yelling pack</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Panting and blowing. First most courteously</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I begg’d them spare themselves as well as him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Further pursuit, but all in vain; push on</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They would; whereon I was obliged to draw;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Disabled four or five, Heav’n help their souls!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till, having done as much as he to figure</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In justice’s black book, like him I fled</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">After him to the river; where on finding</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The bridge occupied by the enemy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Catching my sword between my teeth, and him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon my shoulders, I so dash’d in,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, at last, over; where now, thanks to Heav’n,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We meet your Excellency, who vouchsafes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your shelter and protection.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Adm.</i> <span class="pad24">Twas my word,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I’ll abide by ’t.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_156"></a>[156]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad14">I have need</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of all assurance, for the man I slew</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was of great note.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Adm.</i> <span class="pad12">His name?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> Prefacing that he was a cavalier</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of wholly noble parts and estimation,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And that ’tis no disparagement to valour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To be unfortunate, I may repeat it,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Diego d’Alvarado.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Adm.</i> <span class="pad16">Wretched man!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My cousin! you have slain him!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leonor.</i> <span class="pad22">You have slain</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My brother, traitor!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad16">Oh, I see my sword</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must e’en be out again.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad18">Your Excellency</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will pause before he draws his sword on one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Surrender’d at his feet. My lord, remember</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I slew Don Diego in the face of day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In fair and open duel. And, beside,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is not your Excellency’s honour pledged</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To my security?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad10">Beside all which,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I say that if all Portugal, and all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Within it, admiralty and army too,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Combine, you shall not touch him while I live.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Adm.</i> I know not what to do; upon one side</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My promise, on the other the just call</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of retribution for my kinsman’s death.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must adjudge between them. Don Alonso,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The word of Honour is inviolable,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But not less so her universal law.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So long as you stand upon ground of mine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I hold your person sacred: for so far</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My promise holds; but set your foot beyond</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_157"></a>[157]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">E’en but an inch—remember, death awaits you.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And so farewell.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leonor.</i> <span class="pad8">Nay, hold! though you have pledged</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your promise—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Adm.</i> <span class="pad10">What I pledge is pledged for you,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As for myself; content you.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Admiral</span> and <span class="smcap">Leonor</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad22">Well, friend Gil,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What say you to all this?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad20">Why then, I say,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At least ’tis better than it was. To-day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The mouse, shut in the cupboard, there must stay:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But will jump out to-morrow—if she may.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<hr />

<h3>ACT II</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A Wood near San Lucar in Andalusia.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Manuel</span> and <span class="smcap">Juana</span> as travelling.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> Misfortune on misfortune!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Jua.</i> <span class="pad28">Ay, they call</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One to another.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad10">Ah, my love!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That you should wander thus about with me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And find no home! Gallicia, that I thought</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should be our port, unkindly storm’d us out</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Salvatierra, whence before the gale</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We drive to Andalusia.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Jua.</i> <span class="pad18">Manuel,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My home is ever where you are.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad26">Oh how</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Requite such love! but you shall rest awhile</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_158"></a>[158]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till I and the poor fellow we pick’d up</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have found fit resting-place in San Lucar.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pedro!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Pedro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> Sir!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad8">Come you with me;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While you, Juana, underneath those trees—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Jua.</i> Weep your departure.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Juana</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad22">It shall not be long.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Although her grief blindly anticipates</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A longer separation than she knows!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> Alas, and how is that? and how can you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Foredoom such pain to one who loves you so?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pardon me who am but your servant, sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And that but these two days, for saying it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> Ah, Pedro, ’tis not I who wills all this,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But fate; that, stronger than all human will,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Drove me from Portugal to Gallicia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thence hither; where my fate still urging on,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must to sea, joining the armament</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That sails to plant the banner of the church</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Over the golden turrets of the north:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leaving my lady—not, as you surmise,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deserted and dishonour’d here behind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But in some holy house at San Lucar,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all the little substance I possess,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till I return. For to a soldier</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His sword is property enough. (<i>Drums within.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad24">And hark</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The drum that answers you—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad22">No doubt a troop</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Recruiting for this war.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad20">See, they are coming.</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_159"></a>[159]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> I’ll take occasion by the forelock then.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pedro, go, tell the Ensign of the troop</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Two men would join his ranks. I’ll to Juana.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Gil Perez</span> with soldiers.</i></p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> This one looks affable. Pray, sir, can you
courteously inform me which is the Ensign?</p>

<p><i>Soldier.</i> There—he with the red sash.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> What, he with the lofty presence and broad
shoulders?</p>

<p><i>Soldier.</i> Ay!</p>

<p><i>Gil</i> (<i>to the soldiers</i>). Well then, my lads, we shall
agree together very well, eh?</p>

<p><i>Soldiers.</i> Long live our noble Ensign!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt soldiers.</i></p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Now’s the time!</p>

<p><i>Gil</i> (<i>to himself</i>). ’Fore heaven, this soldiering
would be pleasant enough did not that trouble follow
and plague me.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Sir!</p>

<p><i>Gil.</i> Leaving Isabel at such a risk—</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Sir Ensign!</p>

<p><i>Gil.</i> That as fast as I gain honour here I run the
chance of losing more at home.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Noble Sir Ensign!</p>

<p><i>Gil.</i> One good thing, however, my good Manuel
keeps guard for me.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> He must surely be deaf this side—I’ll try the
other. Noble Ensign!</p>

<p><i>Gil</i> (<i>turning round</i>). Who is that?</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> (<i>recognising him gradually</i>). A soldier—no,
I only mean one who would be—no soldier. If I
said I wish’d to be a soldier, sir, I lied.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_160"></a>[160]</span></p>

<p><i>Gil.</i> Rascal! you here? did I not warn you
whenever and wherever—</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Oh yes, yes, but how should I ever expect to
find you here a soldiering?</p>

<p><i>Gil</i> (<i>setting upon him</i>). I’ll teach you I <i>am</i> here,
scoundrel, to whom I owe half my trouble.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Help! murder! help!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Manuel</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Man.</i> A soldier set upon my servant! stop, sir!
how do you dare—Gil Perez!</p>

<p><i>Gil.</i> Manuel!</p>

<p><i>Man.</i> Why, did I not leave you in Portugal?</p>

<p><i>Gil.</i> And I you at Salvatierra, engaged to me by
solemn promise and old love to guard my honour there?</p>

<p><i>Man.</i> We both have cause for wonder. I will tell
you all; but first we must be alone.</p>

<p><i>Gil.</i> Ay, another wonder; this fellow yours?</p>

<p><i>Man.</i> In travelling hither we found him by the
way, and took him.</p>

<p><i>Gil.</i> Well, this saves your life for this time, sir:
but, remember, you will not always have a friend at
hand to do so much for you.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> I know that; I only wish you would be so
gracious as to tell me where you are next bound,
that I may take good care not to go thither. But
I know one place at least to which you cannot
follow me—my own estate—and thither I set off
immediately.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> We are alone. Come, I will tell you first</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My story. As you say you saw us last,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alonso and myself, in Portugal;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Such an escape as (so the wise men say)</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_161"></a>[161]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is from the frying-pan into the fire.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We landing from the river on the estate</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of that great potentate the High Admiral.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose cousin, it turn’d out, was the very man</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alonso slew; whereat the Admiral,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who had, before he knew this, promised us</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Protection, gave us truly such protection</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As the cat gives the mouse that she thinks safe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under her paw. But we escaped from her,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And after much adventures came at last</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To San Lucar here, where the Duke, who now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is general of the war that our good king</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wages with England, courteously received us;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gave Don Alonso a regiment; made me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">An Ensign in it as you see; enough—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know you will not wish a longer story</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From one whose heart, until you tell him yours,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hangs from a hair.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad14">To take the story up then</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where you did, Perez—scarcely had you plunged</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into the river, than the sheriff’s rout</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Came after you; but, seeing all was lost,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Went angry to their homes, and I to yours;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where I received such hospitality</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As our old friendship—But I falter here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Scarce knowing how to tell—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, almost doubting if to tell at all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or to conceal, what to conceal and tell</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At once were best. You made me promise, Gil,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At parting—yea, with those last words hard wrung</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out of your breathless struggle with the flood—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I would watch the honour of your house.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I did so: and it is because I did so</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I was forced to leave it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad26">Manuel,</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_162"></a>[162]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your words are slaying me by syllables.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But tell me all—How was ’t?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad24">One Juan Baptista</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Courted your sister.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad16">Well?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad22">And came at last</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To such a boldness, that one night he stole</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into the house.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad10">Manuel!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad20">I, who was watching,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ran from my chamber, found a muffled man;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Threw myself on him; he, alerter yet,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leap’d from the window, and I after him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into the street, where two he’d posted there</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Came to his rescue; one of them I slew,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The other wounded, while the rogue himself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fled and escaped. What could I do, my friend,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A foreigner, charg’d with a homicide</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In a strange country, with Juana too</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Involved with me? If I were wrong to fly,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I did so thinking how yourself would act</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In a like case.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad10">’Tis true, I cannot blame you.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ah! he said truer may be than he meant,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who liken’d a true friend to a true mirror,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That shows one all oneself indeed, but all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Reversed; that when I look into your breast</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To see my honour, I but see disgrace</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Reflected there. I must begone at once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Salvatierra; for to leave my name</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In danger is to let it run to shame.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_163"></a>[163]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alonso</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2">Oh, Don Alonso, you are come in time.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If aught that I have ever done for you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deserve return, requite me, I beseech you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By giving Manuel here the Ensigncy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must throw up.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad10">But why?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad26">I must at once</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Salvatierra, where my honour lies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the utmost peril.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad14">But—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad22">I am resolved.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> I fain might try dissuade you, but I know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your honour will not call in vain. Enough:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be ’t as you will—on one condition.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad30">Well?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> That I may go with you, and share your risk,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who more than shared, and conquer’d mine.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad36">Nay, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If any one do that it must be I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His older friend, who bringing this ill news</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must see him safely through it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad26">But ’twas I</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who drew him from his home, where, till I came,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He lived in peace and quiet, but where now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This outrage has grown up in his forced absence.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And surely, the world over, ’tis ill manners</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For one who, having drawn a friend from home,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lets him return alone.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad18">Well, be you courteous,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll not be cowardly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad16">Oh, this rivalry</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_164"></a>[164]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Proves the nobility of both! But, friends,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Neither must go with me; you both are here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fled in like peril of your lives from home,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And how could I avail me of your love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At such a price? Nay, I may want you both</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In greater risks hereafter; and whom look to,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If you be lost?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad10">True, but if one of us</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Went with you now, the other—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad26">And that one</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must be myself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad10">You see, sir, one <i>will</i> go.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Do you choose which.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad16">Content.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad26">How shall I choose,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When to choose one must needs the other hurt?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But if it needs must be—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I say that Don Alonso, so engaged</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In high and even holy business here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must not forgo ’t for mine. If one will come,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let it be Manuel.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad12">I live to hear</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This insult from your lips! But I’ll have vengeance;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Neither shall go unless you take with you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thus much at least to compensate</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For what you leave. These jewels may assist you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where my sword cannot. (<i>Giving jewels.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad18">I accept them, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As freely as they’re given. Come, embrace me.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now to punish an unworthy sister,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And that ill traitor, from whose heart I swear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My bleeding honour with this sword to tear.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_165"></a>[165]</span></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>Outside <span class="smcap">Gil Perez’s</span> House at Salvatierra;
as in <span class="smcap">Act I. Scene I.</span></i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Isabel</span> and <span class="smcap">Casilda</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> What! Donna Leonor d’Alvarado, come to Salvatierra?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> Yes.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> And for what purpose?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> They say, to avenge her brother’s death. I
myself have seen her conferring with Juan Baptista.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> And what do you infer from that?</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> He is, they say, chief witness against Don
Alonso and your brother, for this murder.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Against my brother too! O Casilda, is it
not shameful that Juan Baptista should revenge with
slanders behind my brother’s back whom he dares
not meet face to face! Nay, that a traitor be
revenged at all on him he has betrayed! thriving
here at home while my brother is banisht!</p>

<p><i>Cas.</i> But there’s something else. He charges
your brother’s friend Manuel with murdering his men.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> In proving which, my honour must be
publicly canvassed and compromised!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Pedro</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Oh, what a long way it has seemed; as it
will when fear fetters one’s legs. Oh, permit me,
madam, since fate has sent me back to your feet, to
kiss but the little toe, the pink, the pearl, the petty
Benjamin of those ten toes. But above all, tell me,
for Heaven’s sake, is my master here?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_166"></a>[166]</span></p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> No, Pedro, you at least are safe. He, alas,
is far away.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> So one might think; but yet on the other
hand I’d swear he must be here.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Pedro!</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Oh yes, his sole vocation now is to dodge
my steps like some avenging ghost of <i>Capa and
Espada</i>.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Juan Baptista</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bapt.</i> (<i>speaking to himself</i>). If they condemn him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To death, as, on my evidence alone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They must, he’ll not return to plague me more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At Salvatierra. But, fair Isabel,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How blest am I on whom the star of beauty,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bright rival of the sun,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beams out such rays of love!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad22">Stand off! Away!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not rays of love, whatever heretofore</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I and my beauty may have beam’d, Baptista,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But now, if rays at all, lightnings of rage</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And indignation from my heart and eyes.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Approach them at your peril! What, false traitor,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You come to court me with my brother’s blood</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon you, shed too in no manly duel,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Face to face, hand to hand, in the open field,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But like a murderer,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Behind his back stabbing him dead with slander—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Never!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bapt.</i> But, Isabel!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cas.</i> <span class="pad16">Your day is over.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Bapt.</i> And that I should lose her by the very
means I hoped to win her with!</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Let not this prevent your memory acknowledging<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_167"></a>[167]</span>
one who has suffered banishment, and lives
in terror of his life, on your account.</p>

<p><i>Bapt.</i> Pedro!</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> And at your service.</p>

<p><i>Bapt.</i> Ah, would you were!</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Try me.</p>

<p><i>Bapt.</i> But are you still Isabel’s servant?</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> I trust so.</p>

<p><i>Bapt.</i> Oh, good Pedro, I would fain explain to
her, and wipe out (as I easily can) the offence she
has taken against me; and if you will but be my
friend, and leave the door ajar to-night, that I may
tell her the whole story, I’ll pay you well for it.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Well, I think there can be no danger in that.
Why, if you should happen to call loudly outside the
door to-night, and I let you in, forgetting to ask who
it is—surely I shall not be to blame.</p>

<p><i>Bapt.</i> Tis well; the sun is already setting; go
you to your post, and I shall be at mine immediately.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>A Room in <span class="smcap">Gil Perez’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Isabel</span> and <span class="smcap">Casilda</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> Casilda, now the flaming sun has set,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">See to the doors; and you and Ines there</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sing to me—’twill beguile my melancholy.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No merry song, however; something sad</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As my own fancies. (<i>They sing within.</i>)</div>
    <div class="verse indent20">Hark! what noise is that?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One calling at the door at such an hour!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Again!—Bid Pedro see—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, what is it that makes me tremble so?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From head to foot—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_168"></a>[168]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Pedro</span> hurriedly.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad10">O madam!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad18">Well?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad26">O madam—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Opening the door—only to ask—a man</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All muffled up ran by me——(<i>Aside.</i>) ’Tis all right.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Gil Perez</span>, cloakt.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> Who’s this?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil</i> (<i>discovering himself</i>). I, Isabel.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad34">Oh heavens!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad46">Well, sister.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What troubles you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad8">Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Hides.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> O Gil, how have you dared to venture here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your very life at stake!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad20">Small risk to one</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom your ill doings have half kill’d already.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> I do not understand you—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad34">You need not:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I come not to explain, but to avenge;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, mark my words, what I have come to do,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll do.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad4">Alas! is it my fault then, brother,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That traitors of their gold can make them wings</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To fly into my house?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad16">Be not afraid;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I shall not judge of you or any one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unheard, as others seem to judge of me.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What is the matter?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad14">Nay, I only know</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_169"></a>[169]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">You are accused of aiding, how I know not,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In Don Diego’s death—on evidence,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As ’tis believed, the Judge (who now is here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Inflamed by Donna Leonor) declares</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sufficient to convict you of your life</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And property—Alas, alas, my brother!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> You shall away with me; for ’tis not well</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To leave you here alone and unprotected.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But I must see first what this Judge has got</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To say against me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad12">But how get at it?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Why from the fountain-head. But, by the Lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If I must fly or die for ’t,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll not do so for nothing, I’ll begin</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My vengeance on this rascal.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Pulling out <span class="smcap">Pedro</span>.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad24">Oh begin</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On some one else and sum up all on me!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> How come you here?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad20">Oh, I will tell the truth</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And nothing but the truth.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad22">Well!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad28">Being assured</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That you were coming hither—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad24">Well?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad32">I came</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad4">And why, when—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad20">That by doing so</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You should not see my face, (which you declared,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seeing again, you’d kill me,) but my back,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which as you never swore at—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil</i> (<i>striking him</i>). <span class="pad8">Villain, die!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> (<i>falling as dead</i>). Oh! I am slain!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad38">Come, Isabel ’tis I</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_170"></a>[170]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must bear you on my shoulders through the flames</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That rise all round.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Gil</span> and <span class="smcap">Isabel</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> (<i>rising</i>). <span class="pad4">Oh, angel of sham death,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How much I owe your out-spread wings to-day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under whose shadow—Yo escaparè.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span>—<i>An open Gallery in the Judge’s House
at Salvatierra.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Judge, and attendants, with lights, etc.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> Here in this gallery where the air is cool</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Set out my desk and papers.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must examine all these depositions.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>1st Attendant.</i> Tis done, my lord.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>2nd Attendant.</i> <span class="pad20">My lord, a stranger asks</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Admittance—upon something, as he says,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Important to the matter now in hand.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> Admit him, then.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil</i> (<i>without</i>). <span class="pad8">Manuel, keep the door;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, till my lord and I have had our talk,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let no one enter.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> (<i>without</i>). Trust me.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Gil</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad24">First permit me</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To kiss your lordship’s hand. And secondly,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Having important matter to disclose</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About this business, I would tell it you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alone—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge</i> (<i>to attendants</i>). Retire!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt attendants.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad28">And with your lordship’s leave</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will take a chair.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_171"></a>[171]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad10">Sit, sir.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad22">May I presume</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To ask your lordship how Gallicia</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Agrees with you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad10">I thank you, very well.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> I’m very glad of that. Humph—as I take it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your lordship is come down into these parts</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On a great trial?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad10">Yes, the case is this;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A certain Don Alonso de Tordoya,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And one Gil Perez of this place, are charged</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With slaying Don Diego d’Alvarado.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Slaying?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad8">In duel, sir.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad26">I marvel much</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They should have dragg’d your lordship from the city</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And from the court that you so much adorn,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into this beggarly place, to try a cause</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That happens almost every day in Spain.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> True, sir, but this is not by any means</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The whole, or kernel, of the case. These men,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beside, and after, the said homicide,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Resisted the king’s officers; this Perez</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Especially—a notable ruffian</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who lives among these hills a lawless life</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of violence and murder—struck the Sheriff,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And—but I’m scarce entitled to say more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To one whose very name I know not.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad28">Oh!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My name is quickly told, if that be all.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> What is it then?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad20">Gil Perez.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad30">Ho! without!</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_172"></a>[172]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> (<i>appearing at the door</i>). My lord!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad24">And who are you?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad42">A friend of mine.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> Who will take care that no one else comes in,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till you have done.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad14">Your lordship sees how ’tis—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be not alarm’d—pray take your chair again—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ve much to say to you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad8">Better submit.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This desperate man may have a score beside—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well, sir, your business with me?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad28">Why, my lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I for these many days have been, so please you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Away from home; suddenly coming back,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My friends here tell me of a mortal suit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your lordship has against me; when I ask</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For the particulars, some say one thing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And some another. I, who naturally</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Am somewhat interested in the truth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Think it the wisest course to come at once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Straight to headquarters.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad18">This is strange proceeding.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Oh, if your lordship scruple telling me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">These papers will not. I’d not for the world</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Annoy your lordship.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Takes the papers.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad14">What are you about, sir?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Conning my brief.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad18">But, sir—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad32">Now pray, my lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Resume your seat; let me not ask you this</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So very often. (<i>Reading.</i>) Ah—the bare indictment</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know in a rough way, no need read that:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But for the evidence. Ah, here it is.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_173"></a>[173]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Humph; the first witness called, Andrew Ximenes:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘Andrew Ximenes, being duly sworn,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deposeth thus: that he was cutting wood,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When the two gentlemen came out to fight;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And stood to watch them; that, after some passes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Diego fell; and the officers of justice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then coming up, the other leap’d on horse,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And fled: but being brought to ground by a shot</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That kill’d his horse, then ran, until he reach’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gil Perez’s house,’—here enter I,—‘who first</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Courteously ask’d the Sheriff to desist</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hunting the gentleman; but when the Sheriff</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Persisted, drew on him and on his people,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And fought them back; but how and when exactly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The wound was given, deponent cannot say.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all this he deposeth upon oath,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Andrew Ximenes—’ And he says the truth;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Andrew is a good, honourable fellow.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now for the second, Gil Parrado; humph.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Parrado, duly sworn, deposeth thus;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘That, hearing a commotion, he ran out</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And got in time to see’—here enter I—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘Gil Perez fighting with the officers,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then on a sudden running to the river</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Plunge in. And that is all he knows of it.’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How short and sweet!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘Next and third witness, Juan Baptista,’—ay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now for this exemplary Christian—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Juan Baptista sworn, deposeth thus:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘That, as luck fell, he was behind a tree</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When the two gentlemen came out to fight;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That they fought fairly hand to hand, until’—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Here enter I—‘Gil Perez suddenly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rush’d from a thicket by, and join’d himself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With Don Alonso, and the two together</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_174"></a>[174]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Maliciously and treacherously slew</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Diego.’ Pray, my lord, what is the worth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of such a witness, who himself admits</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He stood behind a tree watching two men</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Set on a third, and slay him, and yet never</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ran to his help? Well—humph—‘And after this,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Saw Don Alonso jump upon a horse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And fly, while Perez drew his sword upon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The officers of justice, and slew one,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And maim’d another.’ Give me leave, my lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To take this leaf. (<i>Tears it out.</i>)</div>
    <div class="verse indent20">I’ll bring it back to you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When I have made this rascal Jew confess</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(If ever Jews confess) what he <i>did</i> see,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If any thing; but fair that if a judge</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Decide on evidence, that evidence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At least be true; that he should hear moreover</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Both sides, accused as well as his accuser.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As to that Sheriff’s wounds—the only count</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To which I own—I never sought the fray;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The fray sought me, as I stood innocently</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At my own door; and pray what man of honour—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What would your lordship’s sober self have done</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In such a case?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad8">Within! within there! ho!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Perez himself is here! the culprit! Seize him!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man</i> (<i>appearing</i>). Ay, do, if you can catch him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad46">Manuel,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let them come up; I have no more to say.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you and I, who walk’d in by the door,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can jump out of the window.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices</i> (within).           Seize him! Seize him!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> One word, Gil Perez; if you yield at once,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll be your friend.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_175"></a>[175]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad14">I make no friends of lawyers,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And never trust their promises.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad24">If not,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As sure as Heav’n, I’ll bring you to the scaffold.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> If you can catch me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad20">Cannot I?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad34">Well, try.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> Ho there! upon him; and if he resist,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cut him down!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad8">Now then, Gil!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad24">Now, Manuel!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out with the lights! or wanting them, we two</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will strike them, knaves, in plenty out of you.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Confusion and Melée, in which <span class="smcap">Gil</span> and <span class="smcap">Manuel</span> escape.</i>)</p>

<hr />

<h3>ACT III</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>On a Mountain by Salvatierra.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Gil Perez</span>, <span class="smcap">Manuel</span>, <span class="smcap">Isabel</span>, and <span class="smcap">Juana</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> This mountain then, upon whose wrinkled edge</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The weary moon reclines, must be our fort;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where, in some green and shady spot of it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Hung round with savage, inaccessible rocks,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While Isabel and your Juana rest,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You and I, Manuel, will steal into</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The little village nestled there below,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And of such travellers as come this way,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Demand (our own all gone) a scanty living,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By fair entreaty, not by violence;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_176"></a>[176]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until, pursuit giv’n up, we may retreat</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Elsewhere, to live upon what little means</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Injustice leaves us.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad16">Gil, ’tis nothing new</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For criminals to hide</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n where they did the crime, where vengeance least</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Expects to find them, and hunts round in vain.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And even should they light upon the place,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Surely we two, back’d by these friendly rocks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can keep at bay the rabble that we foil’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On level ground.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad10">I have listen’d to you both,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And take it ill you reckon on yourselves</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alone; when I, who though a woman, having yet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your blood, Gil Perez, running in my veins,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And something of your spirit in my heart,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Am at your side.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Jua.</i> <span class="pad10">And I, who, like a coward,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Chime in at last; yet, if with little power,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With right good will indeed.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad24">Well spoken both!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But I maintain it as a golden law,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Women be women ever; keep you quiet,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And comforting yourselves as best you may,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While Manuel and I, as becomes men,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Provide for you in all.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad18">Well, we at least,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If fit for nothing else, can pray for you.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Isabel</span> and <span class="smcap">Juana</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Now they are gone, I want to talk with you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On a grave matter, Manuel, ’Tis this.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Among those depositions at the Judge’s,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One rascal, and a rascal too whose gold</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Makes weigh his witness against honesty,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Declared on oath he saw me, me, Gil Perez,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_177"></a>[177]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Abetting Don Alonso treacherously</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To slay Don Diego.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad14">Who was this?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad30">Why one</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who has not this alone to answer for,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As you will know when I name—Juan Baptista.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> A coward, who, as all such villains do,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Flies to the tongue for vengeance, not the sword;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Behind one’s back too—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, let us go at once, and in broad day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before all eyes, before the very Judge’s</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He lied to, drag the rascal from his house,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And make him eat his words in the very place</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He spit them forth in.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad18">All this we will do,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But at some better opportunity,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And fitter place. I’ve heard my grandsire say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">‘If you begin the fray, why then</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">You must abide the how and when;</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">But who’s drawn into it, I trow,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">May suit himself with when and how.’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But footsteps! Hark!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now to commence our calling, as new members</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of the most courteous cut-purse company.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Leonardo</span>, travelling.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> (<i>speaking as he enters</i>). Lead on the horses, Mendo, ’tis so pleasant</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the shadow of these wooded rocks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll walk some way alone.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad20">Your servant, sir.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> Sir, God be with you!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad24">Travelling all alone?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And whither, may I ask?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_178"></a>[178]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad12">To Lisbon, sir.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> And whence?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad12">I started at the break of day</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From Salvatierra.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad12">Ay? Then you can tell</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What news is stirring there.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad22">Oh nothing, sir.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless perhaps the exploits of a fellow</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The terror of that country; one Gil Perez,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I think; who, when justice was at his heels</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">After some crime or other I forget,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wounded the Sheriff, kill’d his officer,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And then was impudent enough to walk</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into the very Judge’s house, and there,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before his very eyes, snatch up and read</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The depositions drawn up against him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> A very curious story, that!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad28">And then,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though half the place was up in arms on him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He, and another who is, as I hear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Much such another rascal as himself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Broke through them all and got away scot free!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But they are after him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad18">This is the news?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> All that I know of.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad22">Well—before you go,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll ask you, sir, who by your speech and bearing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seem a good fellow, if a friend of yours</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Came flying for his life, the Philistines</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Close on his heels, and fell before your feet,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At your own door, exhausted, and beseeching</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Help and protection of you—let me ask</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What would you do?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad12">What do? why, give it him.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> You would? and would you, in so doing,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_179"></a>[179]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deserve the name of rascal for your pains?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> No, certainly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad18">And when a writ was out</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against you for so doing, charging you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With murder, threatening death and confiscation,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would you be more a rascal for demanding</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Such needful information of the Judge</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As he alone could give of evidence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which you suspected, and found false?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad32">No, truly.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> One question more. If, damn’d by such false witness,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You were found guilty, all your property</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Confiscated, yourself condemn’d to die,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Might not you fly the misdirected sword</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of justice, and of those who well could spare</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beg a poor tithe of what she robb’d you wholly,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And be no rascal still?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad18">Oh clearly, clearly.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> This granted then, look to the inference.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am Gil Perez; I who struck the Sheriff,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And kill’d his man, and read the Judge’s papers,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And flying hither, shorn of house and home,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ask you for that of which the law robs me;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, having plenty, if you will not give,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By your own free admission I may take,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And be no rascal still.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad18">You need not use</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My argument against me; I respect</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And pity you, Gil Perez; take this chain;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If it be not enough, I pledge my word</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll bring you more hereafter.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad26">All you say</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tells of a generous heart. But ere I take</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your present, tell me—do you give it me</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_180"></a>[180]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">For fear, alone, and in my power, may be,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or of good will?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad10">Good will! I swear to you,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gil Perez, I would even do the same</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had I a squadron at my side.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad24">As such</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I take it, then. For when my life must pay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As soon or late it must, the penalty</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of hungry vengeance, I shall lay it down</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Contented in my conscience, and report</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I but took from those who had to give,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And freely gave; the only retribution</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My evil star allow’d me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad18">True enough.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is there aught else that I can do for you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Nothing.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad10">Farewell—and may a better fate</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Await you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad6">Farewell—shall I see you safe</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Over the mountain?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leon.</i> <span class="pad12">Not a step—adieu.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> Sure never robbery was known to wear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So fair a face.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad10">Tut, tut, you’re not to call it</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Robbery, but preferment, Manuel.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But who are these?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter two Farmers.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>1st Farm.</i> I tell you I have bought the stock of vines</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon his farm.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>2nd Farm.</i> <span class="pad4">What, Gil’s?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>1st Farm.</i> <span class="pad18">Yes; sold, you know,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To pay the costs of prosecution,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_181"></a>[181]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Judges and Alguazils and such; and I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Am carrying them the money.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad22">Fair game this.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> I know him, a near neighbour. Well, friend Antony,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How goes it with you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>1st Farm.</i> <span class="pad12">What! Gil Perez! you!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When the whole country’s after you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> And if they catch me nobody’s the worse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Except myself. But till they catch and kill me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(When I shall want, you know, no more to live on,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ve not a stiver; clipt of the estate</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose price you carry in your pocket there.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now, I’d not starve; but, on the other hand,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would not wrong any one to keep me from ’t:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How shall we settle that?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>1st Farm.</i> <span class="pad16">Oh easily—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Take this—and this (<i>offers money</i>)—I had better give it up</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At once, for fear. (<i>Aside.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad14">But do you give me this</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of free good will?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>1st Farm.</i> <span class="pad8">Why as to that, Gil Perez,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My will is good to serve you; but, you see,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am not very rich.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad14">You mean by that</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You would not give this money could you help it?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>1st Farm.</i> Why certainly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad22">Then keep it and begone</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In peace.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>1st Farm.</i> Gil Perez!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad18">I’ll not have it said</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I robb’d—not shamed to beg in my distress.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>2nd Farm.</i> And I pray, Gil, and he who likes may hear me,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_182"></a>[182]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">God keep you from your enemies. I have here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Six pieces that my wife knows nothing of;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You’re welcome.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad10">Not a penny; go your ways,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or night will reach you ere you reach your homes.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt Farmers.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> Gil, while you talk’d with them, I’ve heard a sound</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As of pursuit—listen!—and many too.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Let us up higher then!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad24">Beware, the trees</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will whisper of our whereabout.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad26">Then here</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Behind the rocks that tell no tales.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i>                          Quick, quick! (<i>They hide.</i>)</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Donna Leonor</span>, <span class="smcap">Juan Baptista</span>, Judge, Alguazils, etc.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bapt.</i> Here, madam, till the scorching sun be sunk,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tarry awhile.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leonor.</i> <span class="pad6">My cousin’s grievous sickness</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Calls me with all speed homeward.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad26">And as yet</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No vestige of these ruffians, whom to find</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And bring to justice, madam, in your cause,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll peril my own life.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad20">Hist, Manuel!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> Ay, but speak lower.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad22">When better than now</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can I avenge Alonso and myself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When judge, accus’d, accuser, and false witness,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are all together?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad10">Wait awhile.</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_183"></a>[183]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad24">But—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad30">See,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fresh comers.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad8">I shall lose the golden moment.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter some, dragging along <span class="smcap">Pedro</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Judge.</i> A prisoner?</p>

<p><i>1st Man.</i> One of Gil Perez’s knaves, my lord,
whom we have just now caught creeping over to
Portugal. The very day Perez swam over there this
fellow was missed from Salvatierra, and returned on
the very evening of his return.</p>

<p><i>Judge.</i> Very suspicious indeed.</p>

<p><i>Pedro.</i> Very, my lord, I grant it. Yes, wherever
I go, to Portugal, Flanders, Germany, China, Japan,
’tis all the same. I am sure to find him there.</p>

<p><i>Judge.</i> You know then where he is now?</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Oh, doubtless close at hand: he must be, I
being here; he is such a constant master, that if you
put me in prison he’ll soon surrender only to follow
me there.</p>

<p><i>Judge.</i> Point out the place, then.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Would to Heav’n I could, for were he clapt
up safe I’d not follow <i>him</i>, I promise you. Indeed,
my lord, I live in terror of my life from him.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Flying from him it was I fled from home</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Portugal; where the first man I saw</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was he I thought I’d left at Salvatierra:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Flying to Andalusia, the first face</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I saw was his I left in Portugal:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till, rushing homeward in despair, the man</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I thought I’d left behind in Andalusia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Met me at once, and having knockt me down,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_184"></a>[184]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Left me for dead. Well, I got up at last,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And fled again: but, scarcely got a mile,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your people seize me on suspicion</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of knowing where he hides, and so far justly,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That carrying me by way of a decoy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll lay my life he soon were in the trap.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Judge.</i> Your folly, or your cunning, sir, shall not
mislead us; tell me where your master is at once, or
the wooden horse—</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Alas, I’m a bad rider.</p>

<p><i>Judge.</i> Take him to the village and keep him
close. By his looks I doubt not, spite of this affected
simplicity, he’s a desperate ruffian.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> I seem such a desperate fellow to him.
Dear me, of the four men here let one depart, and
leave three, and one of the three leave two, and one
of the two one; and that one leave half himself; and
that half his half; and that quarter his half, till it
comes to <i>nil</i>: it would still be nilly willy with me.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit, guarded by Alguazils.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad36">Manuel,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The Alguazils are gone.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad18">Now for it then.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil</i> (<i>appearing</i>). God save this noble company!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>All.</i> <span class="pad44">Gil Perez!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Be not alarm’d; I have but a few words</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To say to one of you, this Juan Baptista.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> Holloa! my guards!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad22">Judge, never strain your throat,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless you would be answer’d by such guards</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As waited on you yesterday.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> Is this the way that I, and, in my person,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That justice is insulted?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad20">Nay, my lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You least of all should tax a criminal</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_185"></a>[185]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who so punctiliously respects yourself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And the realm’s Justice in your belly lodged,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That not to waste you in a vain pursuit,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He waits on you himself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad18">Impudent man!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And this before that most illustrious lady</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your treachery has render’d brotherless;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And who with daily prayers—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad24">And ’tis for this—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That she may hear my vindication</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n from the very lips that made the charge,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And cease an unjust persecution,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unworthy of her noble name and blood,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I am here. For, madam, if I prove</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That Don Alonso in fair duel slew</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your brother, and without my treacherous help,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or any man’s, would you pursue us still?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leonor.</i> No, sir; for though the laws of duel are</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For men alone, I know enough of them</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To pardon all that was in honour done,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n to my cost. Prove what you say you will,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And Don Alonso may take sanctuary</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In my own house against myself and all.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> ’Tis nobly said. On this I take my stand:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And since ’tis general and accepted law</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That what a witness first shall swear, and then</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forswear, stand for no evidence at all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Stand forth, Juan Baptista;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Here is your deposition; I will read it</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before the very Judge you swore it to,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And before this great lady, and do you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Substantiate or deny it point by point.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> Audacity!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil</i> (<i>reading</i>). In the first place you swear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, ‘As luck fell, you were behind a tree</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_186"></a>[186]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">When the two gentlemen came out to fight.’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Say, is this true?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bapt.</i> <span class="pad12">It is.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad22">‘And that they fought</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hand to hand fairly, until suddenly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gil Perez, rushing from a thicket, sided</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With Don Alonso.’ Now, bethink you well;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is this the truth, Baptista?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bapt.</i> <span class="pad22">Yes. I swear it.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> Infamous liar! (<i>Shoots him with a pistol.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bapt</i> (<i>falling</i>). Heav’n have mercy on me!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> My lord, you must another murder add</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To my black catalogue. Come, Manuel,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We must away while we have time. Farewell.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Gil</span> and <span class="smcap">Manuel</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> By the most sacred person of my king,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I swear to punish this audacity,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If it should cost my life.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Bapt.</i> <span class="pad20">Oh, listen, lady;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While I have breath to speak. I’m justly slain.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I tried to swear Gil Perez’s life away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To gain his sister; he has told you true:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In fair and open duel, hand to hand,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was Don Diego slain. Oh let my death</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Atone for this, and my last dying words</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Attest it.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Dies.</i>)</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter the Alguazils with <span class="smcap">Pedro</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Alg.</i> We heard a pistol, and returned, my lord, to see.</p>

<p><i>Judge.</i> It was Gil Perez; that is his work. (<i>Pointing
to <span class="smcap">Baptista</span>.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> There, said I not the truth?</p>

<p><i>Judge.</i> He must not escape; after him! As to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_187"></a>[187]</span>
this fellow here, who is plainly in his secrets, let two
Alguazils keep guard upon him here, lest he do
further mischief; the rest come with me.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> What crime have I committed? Did I not
tell you, my lord, he would come, and did he not come?</p>

<p><i>Judge.</i> Peace, traitor! Come, madam.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>Another Pass in the same Mountain.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Firing and shouting heard; after which, enter <span class="smcap">Isabel</span>
and <span class="smcap">Juana</span> on a platform of rock above the stage.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> That arquebuss! of which only the thunder</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has reach’d us of perhaps some deadly bolt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On one of those we love!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why tarry they so long? What think you, Juana?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Jua.</i> Oh what, but share your fears!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad32">Let us descend,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And learn the truth at once; better at once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To die, than by this torture.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>As they are about to descend, enter to them suddenly <span class="smcap">Gil Perez</span> and <span class="smcap">Manuel</span>.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad24">Wait!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad30">My brother!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Jua.</i> Manuel!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad10">They are coming; hide we here;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">There is no time—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Judge, <span class="smcap">Leonor</span>, Alguazils, etc.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> After them! after them!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By Heav’n, this mountain-top shall be the scaffold</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_188"></a>[188]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">On which the wretch shall expiate his crimes.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Two thousand scudi for the man who brings,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dead or alive, Gil Perez!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil</i> (<i>appearing above</i>). By the Lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You rate me cheap, my lord; I’ll set you higher—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I say four thousand scudi for the Judge,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alive or stuff’d!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad8">There he is! Fire!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Alguazil fires and wounds <span class="smcap">Gil</span>.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil</i> (<i>falling</i>). <span class="pad20">God help me!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> Yield.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil</i> (<i>struggling</i>). I’ve an arm left yet.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alg.</i> <span class="pad36">He’ll fight when dead.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> Away with him!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Judge and Alguazils carry off <span class="smcap">Gil</span>.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> (<i>struggling with <span class="smcap">Juana</span></i>). Leave hold of me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I say.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Jua.</i> Oh! Manuel!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad12">Oh! my brother!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Man.</i> <span class="pad30">Let me go,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or I will dash you headlong with myself.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>He rushes down, <span class="smcap">Isabel</span> and <span class="smcap">Juana</span> after him.</i>)</p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>Same as <span class="smcap">Scene I</span>.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Pedro</span> discovered guarded by two Alguazils.</i></p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Shots and shouting! They must be at work.
Perhaps you gentlemen will wait, while I go and see.</p>

<p><i>Alg.</i> Be quiet, or two bullets—</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Oh, one would be enough, thank you. Well,
if I mustn’t go, will you two gentlemen? and leave
me to wait for you? I’m quite indifferent.</p>

<p><i>Alg.</i> We leave you not an instant or an inch.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_189"></a>[189]</span></p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Were ever guards half so polite! Sure, I
must be a holiday to be so strictly kept.</p>

<p><i>Alg.</i> Hark! They are coming.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Judge and Alguazils with <span class="smcap">Gil</span>, a cloak thrown
over him.</i></p>

<p><i>Judge.</i> Where is the other prisoner?</p>

<p><i>Alg.</i> Here, my lord.</p>

<p><i>Judge.</i> March on with us.</p>

<p><i>Alg. 2.</i> My lord, this man will faint with loss of
blood and weariness.</p>

<p><i>Judge.</i> Halt then, and let him breathe awhile.</p>

<p class="right">(<i>They uncover <span class="smcap">Gil</span>, and <span class="smcap">Pedro</span> sees him.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> I might have guessed it! Let me be in the
bilboes, on the very scaffold, he must be with me:
he will die on purpose to lie in the same grave with
me, I think!</p>

<p><i>Gil.</i> Whose voice is that?</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Nobody’s.</p>

<p><i>Gil.</i> Pedro? Courage, my poor boy. My day is
over. Oh, vanity of mortal strength!</p>

<p><i>Judge.</i> But who are these?</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Donna Leonor</span>, with <span class="smcap">Isabel</span>, <span class="smcap">Juana</span>, and Servants.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Leonor.</i> I, Donna Leonor, who, falling in</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With these sad ladies, do repent me much,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, misdirected by a lying tongue,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have pursued this gentleman—I doubt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To death—if not, I charge you from this moment</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leave him at liberty.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Isab.</i> <span class="pad16">Or else—</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_190"></a>[190]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter suddenly <span class="smcap">Manuel</span> and <span class="smcap">Don Alonso</span>, and Followers.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad34">Or else,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Look to it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad8">Don Alonso! whom I thought</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Far off upon the seas?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad16">And should have been,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But when my foot was on the very plank</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That rock’d upon the foam along the beach,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I, who could never get you from my heart,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And knew that you had come to peril hither,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Could but return once more to him who saved</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My life, though he had waved me from his side.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Enough; I am in time. I tell you, sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Give up this man at once. (<i>To the Judge.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Judge.</i> <span class="pad18">Not for you all!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> Then at him and his people!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i><span class="smcap">Alonzo</span>, <span class="smcap">Manuel</span>, and their people rush on the Judge, Alguazils, etc., disarm them, and beat them out.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> (<i>embracing <span class="smcap">Gil</span></i>). My friend is free.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> And what first use shall make</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of freedom?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad8">Why, turn Friar; you can then</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be free and easy too, and leave me so.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, sir, have I not had enough of terror,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Exile, and hunger, to deserve your pardon?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Plead for me, Don Alonso.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad20">Gil—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Gil.</i> <span class="pad26">Nay, nay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What could you seem about to ask of me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But granted ere ’twas said? Go. I forgive you.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_191"></a>[191]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">With which magnanimous forbearance now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gil Perez, the Gallician, makes his bow.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

</div>

<p>‘Thus ends,’ says Calderon, ‘the first part of the <i>hozanas
notables</i> of Luis Perez,’ whose name I have, for sundry reasons,
(and without offence to the hero, I hope,) changed to <i>Gil</i>. He
was ‘a notorious robber,’ says Mr. Ticknor, a kind of Spanish
Rob Roy perhaps; at all events, one whose historical reality is
intimated by greater distinctness of character than is usual in
these plays. Of such gentry examples are never wanting in
Spain, where so little alters to this day; witness the career of
the famous José Maria, quite lately ended; who, I read in a
book of Travels, was, like Gil, a farmer, for his first calling; a
most merciful robber when he took to his second; and who
performed Gil’s feat of confronting, if not a Judge, a Prime
Minister in his own den.</p>

<p>Gil perhaps had better have ‘played his pranks’ (as Fuller
says of Robin Hood) in prose; but he was a lawless fellow, and
blank verse lay in his way. Those who think his style
altogether too heroic for a country robber, will at least find my
version more than excused by the original.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_192"></a>[192]</span></p>

<hr />

<div class="chapter">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_193"></a>[193]</span></p>

<h2 class="nobreak" id="THREE_JUDGMENTS_AT_A_BLOW">THREE JUDGMENTS AT A BLOW</h2>

</div>

<hr />

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_194"></a>[194]</span></p>

<h3>DRAMATIS PERSONÆ</h3>

<table summary="Dramatis personæ">
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Pedro IV.</span></td>
    <td><i>King of Arragon.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Mendo Torellas</span></td>
    <td><i>his Minister.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Donna Violante</span></td>
    <td><i>Mendo’s Daughter.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Elvira</span></td>
    <td><i>her Maid.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Lope de Urrea.</span></td>
    <td></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Donna Blanca</span></td>
    <td><i>his Wife.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Lope</span></td>
    <td><i>their Son.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Beatrice</span></td>
    <td><i>their Servant.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Guillen</span></td>
    <td><i>a Friend of Don Lope’s.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Vicente</span></td>
    <td><i>Young Lope’s Servant.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Robbers</span>,
    <span class="smcap">Officers</span>, <span class="smcap">Royal Suite</span>, etc.</td>
  </tr>
</table>

<hr />

<div class="drama">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_195"></a>[195]</span></p>

<h3>ACT I</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A Mountain Pass near Saragossa.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Shot within. Then enter <span class="smcap">Don Mendo</span> and <span class="smcap">Violante</span>
pursued by Robbers, among whom is <span class="smcap">Vicente</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> Villains, let steel or bullet do their worst,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll die ere yield.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad14">Heaven help us!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Robber I.</i> <span class="pad26">Fool, to strive</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against such odds—upon their own ground too,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Red with the blood of hundreds like yourselves.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> Come, sir, no more ado;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But quietly give my young madam up,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nice picking for our captain.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> Not while a drop of blood is in my body.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Robbers.</i> Here’s at you then!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad24">My father!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>As the Robbers attack <span class="smcap">Mendo</span>, enter <span class="smcap">Don Lope</span>.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> How now? whom have you here?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad30">Oh, noble captain,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We found this lady resting from the sun</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the trees, with a small retinue,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_196"></a>[196]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who of course fled.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All but this ancient gentleman, who still</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Holds out against us.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Mendo</span></i>). What can you expect</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against such numbers?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad16">Not my life, but death.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You come in time—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon my knees I do beseech of you (<i>kneels</i>)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No other mercy save of instant death</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To <i>both</i> of us.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad16">Arise! you are the first</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has moved me to the mercy you decline.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This lady is—your wife?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad20">My only daughter!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> In spirit as in blood. If by his death</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You think to make you masters of my life,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Default of other weapon, with these hands</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll cease the breath of life, or down these rocks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dash myself headlong.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad16">Lady, calm yourself;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your beauty has subdued an angry devil</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One like yourself first raised within my soul.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your road lies whither, sir?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad24">To Saragossa.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where if I could requite—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad20">Your name?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad34">Don Mendo</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Torellas, after a long embassage</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Paris, Rome, and Naples, summon’d back</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By Pedro, King of Arragon—with whom</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If ’t be (as oft) some youthful petulance,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Calling for justice or revenge at home,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Drives you abroad to these unlawful courses,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I pledge my word—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad12">Alas, sir, I might hail</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_197"></a>[197]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your offer could I hope that your deserts,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">However great, might cancel my account</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of ill-deserving. But indeed my crimes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have gather’d so in number, and in weight,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And condemnation—committed, some of them,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To stave away the very punishment</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They must increase at last; others, again,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the sheer desperation of forgiveness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That all had heap’d upon me—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad24">Nay, nay, nay;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Despair not; trust to my good offices;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In pledge of which here, now, before we part,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I swear to make your pardon the first boon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll ask for or accept at the King’s hand.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your name?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad4">However desperate, and ashamed</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To tell it, you shall hear it—and my story.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Retire!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>To the Robbers, who exeunt.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent10">Don Mendo, I am Lope, son</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of Lope de Urrea, of some desert,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At least in virtue of my blood.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad22">Indeed!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Urrea and myself were, I assure you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Intimate friends of old,—another tie,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If wanting one, to bind me to your service.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> I scarce can hope it, sir; if I, his son,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have so disgraced him with my evil ways,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And so impoverisht him with my expenses,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were you his friend, you scarcely can be mine.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yet, were I to tell you all, perhaps</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I were not all to blame.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad18">Come, tell me all;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis fit that I should hear it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad26">I begin</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To breathe again.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_198"></a>[198]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Then listen, sir. My father in his youth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As you perhaps may know, but <i>why</i> I know not,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Held off from marriage; till, bethinking him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or warn’d by others, what a shame it were</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So proud a name should die for want of wearer,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In his late years he took to wife a lady</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of blameless reputation, and descent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As noble as his own, but so unequal</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In years, that she had scarcely told fifteen</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When age his head had whiten’d with such snows</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As froze his better judgment.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad24">Ay, I know</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Too well—too well! (<i>Aside.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Long she repell’d his suit,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Feeling how ill ill-sorted years agree;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, at the last, before her father’s will</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She sacrificed her own. Oh sacrifice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That little lacks of slaughter! So, my father</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Averse from wedlock’s self, and she from him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Think what a wedlock this must be, and what</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The issue that was like to come of it!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While other sons cement their parents’ love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My birth made but a wider breach in mine,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Just in proportion as my mother loved</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her boy, my father hated him—yes, hated,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Even when I was lisping at his knees</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That little language charms all fathers’ hearts.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Neglecting me himself, as I grew up</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He neither taught, nor got me taught, to curb</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A violent nature, which by love or lash</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May even be corrected in a wolf:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till, as I grew, and found myself at large,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Spoilt both by mother’s love and father’s hate</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I took to evil company, gave rein</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To every passion as it rose within,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_199"></a>[199]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wine, dice, and women—what a precipice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To build the fabric of a life upon!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, when my father</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Saw tottering to its fall, he strove to train</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The tree that he had suffer’d to take root</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In vice, and grow up crooked—all too late!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though not revolting to be ruled by him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I could not rule myself. And so we lived</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Both in one house, but wholly apart in soul,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only alike in being equally</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My mother’s misery. Alas, my mother!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My heart is with her still! Why, think, Don Mendo,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, would she see me, I must creep at night</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Muffled, a tip-toe, like a thief, to her,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lest he should know of it! Why, what a thing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That such a holy face as filial love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must wear the mask of theft! But to sum up</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The story of my sorrows and my sins</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That have made me a criminal, and him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Almost a beggar;—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the full hey-day of my wilfulness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">There lived a lady near, in whom methought</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Those ancient enemies, wit, modesty,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And beauty, all were reconciled; to her,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Casting my coarser pleasures in the rear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I did devote myself—first with mute signs,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which by and by began to breathe in sighs,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And by and by in passionate words that love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Toss’d up all shapeless, but all glowing hot,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Up from my burning bosom, and which first</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon her willing ears fell unreproved,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then on her heart, which by degrees they wore</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">More than I used to say her senseless threshold</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wore by the nightly pressure of my feet.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She heard my story, pitied me</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_200"></a>[200]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">With her sweet eyes; and my unruly passion,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Flusht with the promise of first victory,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Push’d headlong to the last; not knowing, fool!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How in love’s world the shadow of disappointment</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Exactly dogs the substance of success.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In fine, one night I stole into her house,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into her chamber; and with every vow</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of marriage on my tongue; as easy then</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To utter, as thereafter to forswear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When in the very jewel I coveted</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Very compliance seem’d to make a flaw</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That made me careless of it when possess’d.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From day to day I put our marriage off</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With false pretence, which she at last suspecting</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Falsely continued seeming to believe,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till she had got a brother to her side,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(A desperate man then out-law’d, like myself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For homicide,) who, to avenge her shame,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With other two waylaid me on a night</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When as before I unsuspectingly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Crept to her house; and set upon me so,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All three at once, I just had time to parry</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Their thrusts, and draw a pistol, which till then</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They had not seen, when—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices</i> (<i>within</i>). Fly! Away! Away!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Vicente</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> What is the matter now?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad26">Captain!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad36">Well, speak.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> We must be off; the lady’s retinue</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who fled have roused the soldiery, and with them</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are close upon our heels. We’ve not a moment.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Then up the mountain!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_201"></a>[201]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad24">Whither I will see</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They shall not follow you; and take my word</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll not forget my promise.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad22">I accept it.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> Only, before we part, give me some token,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The messenger I send may travel with</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Safe through your people’s hands.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope</i> (<i>giving a dagger</i>). <span class="pad8">This then.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad40">A dagger?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">An evil-omen’d pass-word.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad20">Ah, Don Mendo,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What has a wretched robber got to give</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless some implement of death! And see,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The wicked weapon cannot reach your hand,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But it must bite its master’s. (<i>His hand bleeding.</i>)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ill-omen’d as you say!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices</i> (<i>within</i>). Away! Away!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad28">They’re close upon us!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> O quick! begone! My life hangs on a thread</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While yours is in this peril.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad24">That alone</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should make me fly to save it. Farewell, lady.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Farewell, Don Mendo.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men. and Viol.</i> <span class="pad6">Farewell!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad26">What strange things</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One sun between his rise and setting brings!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> Let us anticipate, and so detain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The soldiers. That one turn of Fortune’s wheel</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Years of half-buried memory should reveal!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> Could I believe that crime should ever be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So amiable! How fancy with us plays,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And with one touch colours our future days!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_202"></a>[202]</span></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>An Audience Hall in the Palace of
<span class="smcap">Pedro</span>, King of Arragon.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Lope de Urrea</span> and <span class="smcap">Don Guillen</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> Such bosom friends, sir, as from infancy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your son and I have been, I were ashamed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You being in such trouble, not to offer</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My help and consolation. Tell me aught</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I can serve you in.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad18">Believe me, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My heart most deeply thanks your courtesy.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When came you to the city?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad20">Yesterday,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From Naples.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad8">Naples?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad14">To advance a suit</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have in Arragon.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad14">I too am here</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For some such purpose; to beseech the King</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A boon I doubt that he will never grant.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> Ev’n now his Highness comes.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">King Pedro</span> and Train.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> So please your Majesty, listen to one,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of whom already you have largely heard—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Lope de Urrea.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad12">Oh! Don Lope!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> I come not hither to repeat in words</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The purport of so many past petitions,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My sorrows now put on a better face</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before your Highness’ presence. I beseech you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To hear me patiently.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad16">Speak, Urrea, speak!</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_203"></a>[203]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> Speak if I can, whose sorrow rising still</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clouds its own utterance. My liege, my son,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Lope, loved a lady here; seduced her</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By no feign’d vows of marriage, but compell’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By me, who would not listen to a suit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without my leave contracted, put it off</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From day to day, until the lady, tired</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of a delay that argued treachery,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Engaged her brother in the quarrel; who</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With two companions set upon my son</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One night to murder him. The lad, whose metal</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would never brook affront, nor cared for odds,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Drew on all three; slew one—a homicide</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That nature’s common law of self-defence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Permits. The others fled, and set on him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The officers of justice, one of whom</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In his escape he struck—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A self-defence against your laws I own</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not so to be excused—then fled himself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Up to the mountains. I must needs confess</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He better had deserved an after-pardon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By lawful service in your camp abroad</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than aggravating old offence at home,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By lawless plunder; but your Highness knows</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It is an ancient law of honour here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In Arragon, that none of noble blood</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In mortal quarrel quit his native ground.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But to return. The woman, twice aggrieved,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her honour and her brother lost at once,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(For him it was my son slew of the three,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now seeks to bring her sorrows into port:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And pitying my grey hairs and misery,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Consents to acquit my son on either count,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Providing I supply her wherewithal</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To hide her shame within some holy house;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_204"></a>[204]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, straiten’d as I am, (that, by my troth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I scarce, my liege, can find my daily bread,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have engaged to do; not only this,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, in addition to the sum in hand,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A yearly income—which to do, I now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Am crept into my house’s poorest rooms,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, (to such straits may come nobility!)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have let for hire what should become my rank</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And dignity to an old friend, Don Mendo</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Torellas, who I hear returns to-day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Saragossa. It remains, my liege,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, being by the plaintiff’s self absolved,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My son your royal pardon only needs;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which if not he nor I merit ourselves,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet let the merits of a long ancestry,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who swell your glorious annals with their names</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Writ in their blood, plead for us not in vain;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pity the snows of age that misery</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now thaws in torrents from my eyes; yet more,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pity a noble lady—my wife—his mother—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who sits bow’d down with sorrow and disgrace</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In her starved house.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad16">This is a case, Don Lope,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For my Chief Justice, not for me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad28">Alas!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How little hope has he who, looking up</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To dove-eyed mercy, sees but in her place</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Severely-sworded justice!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad20">Is ’t not fit</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That the tribunal which arraign’d the crime</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pronounce the pardon also?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad24">Were it so,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know not where to look for that tribunal,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or only find it speechless, since the death</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of Don Alfonso.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_205"></a>[205]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad6">His successor’s name</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This day will be announced to Arragon.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> Yet let a father’s tears—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad28">They might indeed</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The marble heart of justice make to bleed.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">King</span>, <span class="smcap">Don Guillen</span>, and Train.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> And thus to satisfy the exigence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of public estimation, one is forced</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To sacrifice entreaty and estate</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For an ill son.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet had but this petition been inflamed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With love, that love of his had lit in me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My prayer had surely prosper’d. But ’tis done,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fruitless or not: <i>well</i> done, for Blanca’s sake;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Poor Blanca, though indeed she knows it not,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And scarcely would believe it—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But who comes here?—the friend of better days,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Mendo! I would hide me from his eye,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, oh indignity, his ancient friend,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Equal in birth and honour to himself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must now, reduced to ’t by a shameless son,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Become his tavern-keeper! For the present</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I may hold back—the King too! come to meet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And do him honour.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter, meeting, <span class="smcap">King</span>, with Train, and <span class="smcap">Don Mendo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> My royal master, let me at your feet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now and for ever—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad12">Rise, Don Mendo, rise,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Chief Justice of all Arragon.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad20">My liege,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How shall I rise with such a weight of honour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And solemnest responsibility,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As you have laid upon my neck!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_206"></a>[206]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad20">’Tis long</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Since we have met. How fare you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad24">How but well,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On whom your royal favour shines so fair!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> Enough. You must be weary. For to-day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Go rest yourself, Chief Justice. And to-morrow</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We’ll talk together. I have much to tell,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And much to ask of you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad20">Your Highness knows</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How all my powers are at your sole command,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And only well employ’d in doing it.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">King</span> with Train.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> If it be true that true nobility</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Slowly forgets what once it has esteem’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I think Don Mendo will not turn away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From Lope de Urrea.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad14">My old friend!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must forget myself, as well as honour,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When I forget the debt I owe your love.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> For old acquaintance then I kiss your hand;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And on two other counts. First, as your host,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know, on your arrival; be assured</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I shall do my best to entertain you:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, secondly, congratulating you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On your new dignity, which you hardly don</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before I am your suitor.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad16">Oh Don Lope,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How gladly shall I serve you!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad18">This memorial</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I had presented to the King, and he</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Referr’d to his Chief Justice.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad20">Oh trust to me,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And to my loyal friendship in the cause.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> A son of mine, Don Mendo,—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_207"></a>[207]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad24">Nay, no more—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am apprized of all.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad12">I know that men</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Think my heart harden’d toward my only son.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It might have been so; not, though, till my son’s</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was flint to me. O Mendo, by his means</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My peace of mind, estate, and good repute</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are gone for ever!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad12">Nay, be comforted:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I fill a post where friendship well can grant</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What friendship fairly asks. Think from this hour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That all is ended. Not for your sake only,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But for your son’s; to whom (you soon shall hear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The whole strange history) I owe my life,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And sure shall not be slack to save his own.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All will be well. Come, let us to your house,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whither, on coming to salute the King,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I sent my daughter forward.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad18">I rejoice</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To think how my poor Blanca will rejoice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To do her honour. You remember Blanca?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> Remember her indeed, and shall delight</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To see her once again. (<i>Aside.</i>) O lying tongue,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To say so, when the heart beneath would fain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We had not met, or might not meet again!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>A Room in <span class="smcap">Urrea’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Blanca</span> and <span class="smcap">Violante</span> in travelling dress, meeting.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> How happy am I that so fair a guest</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Honours my house by making it her own,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_208"></a>[208]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And me her servant!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To welcome and to wait on Violante</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have thus far intruded.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad18">Nay, Donna Blanca,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mine is the honour and the happiness,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, coming thus to Arragon a stranger,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Find such a home and hostess. Pardon me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I detain you in this ante-room,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My own not ready yet.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad16">You come indeed</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before your people look’d for you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad28">But not</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before my wishes, lady, I assure you:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not minding on the mountains to encounter</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another such a risk.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad14">There was a first then?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> So great that I assure you—and too truly, (<i>aside</i>)—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My heart yet beats with it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad20">How was ’t?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad32">Why, thus:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In wishing to escape the noon-day sun,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That seem’d to make both air and land breathe fire,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I lighted from my litter in a spot</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That one might almost think the flowers had chosen</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To tourney in, so green and smooth the sward</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On which they did oppose their varied crests,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So fortified above with closing leaves,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all encompass’d by a babbling stream.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">There we sat down to rest; when suddenly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A company of robbers broke upon us,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And would have done their worst, had not as suddenly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A young and gallant gentleman, their captain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Arrested them, and kindly—but how now?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why weep you, Donna Blanca?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_209"></a>[209]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad24">Weeping, yes,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My sorrows with your own—But to your tale.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> Nay, why should I pursue it if my trouble</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Awake the memory of yours?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad20">Your father,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Saw he this youth, this robber cavalier</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who graced disgrace so handsomely?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad28">Indeed,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And owes his life and honour to him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad30">Oh!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He had aton’d for many a foregone crime</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By adding that one more! But I talk wild;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pardon me, Violante.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have an anguish ever in my breast</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At times will rise, and sting me into madness;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps you will not wonder when you hear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This robber was my son, my only son,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose wicked ways have driv’n him where he is,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From home, and law, and love!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad24">Forgive me, lady,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I mind me now—he told us—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But I was too confused and terrified</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To heed to names. Else credit me—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Urrea</span> and <span class="smcap">Mendo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> Largess! a largess, wife! for bringing you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Joy and good fortune to our house, from which</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They have so long been banisht.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad26">Long indeed!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> So long, methinks, that coming all at once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They make me lose my manners. (<i>To <span class="smcap">Violante</span>.</i>) This fair hand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must, as I think it will, my pardon sign;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Inheriting such faculty. Oh, Blanca,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_210"></a>[210]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must not let one ignorant moment slip—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know not half our joy.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Mendo, my old friend, and our now guest,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Graced at the very threshold by the King</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With the Chief-Justiceship of Arragon,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Points his stern office with an act of mercy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By pardoning your Lope—whom we now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall have once more with us, I trust, for ever.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh join with me in thanking him!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad26">I am glad,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Mendo, that we meet under a roof</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where I can do you honour. For my son,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must suppose from what your daughter says,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You would, without our further prayer or thanks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have done as you have done.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mend.</i> <span class="pad22">Too true—I know—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you still better, lady—that, all done,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am your debtor still.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Elvira</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> Madam, your room is ready.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad28">May I then</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Retire?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> If I may wait upon you thither.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> Nay, nay, ’tis I that as a grey-hair’d page</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must do that office.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mend.</i> <span class="pad14">Granted, on condition</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I may do as much for Donna Blanca.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> As master of the house, I must submit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without condition.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Violante</span> and <span class="smcap">Urrea</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad12">You were going, sir?—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mend.</i> To wait upon you, Blanca.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_211"></a>[211]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad18">Nay, Don Mendo,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Least need of that.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mend.</i> <span class="pad14">Oh, Blanca, Heaven knows</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How much I have desired to talk with you!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> And to what purpose, sir?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No longer in your power—perhaps, nor will—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To do as well as talk.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mend.</i> <span class="pad14">If but to say</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How to my heart it goes seeing you still</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As sad as when I left you years ago.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> ‘As sad?—as when you left me years ago’—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I understand you not—am not aware</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I ever saw you till to-day.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mend.</i> <span class="pad20">Ah, Blanca,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have pity!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> Nay, Don Mendo, let us cease</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A conversation, uselessly begun,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To end in nothing. If your memory,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out of some dreamt-of fragments of the past,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Attach to me, the past is dead in time;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let it be buried in oblivion.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mend.</i> Oh, with what courage, Blanca, do you wield</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your ready woman’s wit!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad18">I know not why</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You should say that.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mend.</i> <span class="pad14">But <i>I</i> know.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad34">If ’t be so,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Agree with me to say no more of it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mend.</i> But how?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad10">By simple silence.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mend.</i> <span class="pad30">How be silent</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under such pain?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad10">By simple suffering.</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_212"></a>[212]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mend.</i> Oh, Blanca, how learn that?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad30">Of me—and thus.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beatrice!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Beatrice</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Beat.</i> Madam?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad8">Light Don Mendo to</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His chamber. Thus be further trouble sped.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mend.</i> Nay, rather coals of fire heap’d on my head!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></p>

<hr />

<h3>ACT II</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A Room in <span class="smcap">Urrea’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Urrea</span> and <span class="smcap">Blanca</span> on one side, and <span class="smcap">Lope</span> and <span class="smcap">Vicente</span> on the other.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Thrice blessed be the day, that brings me back</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In all humility and love, my father,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To kiss your feet once more.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad24">Rise up, my son,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As welcome to your parents as long lookt for.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rise and embrace me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad14">Till I have your hand</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I scarcely dare.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad12">Then take it, Lope—there—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And may God make thee virtuous as thy father</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can pray for thee. Thy mother too—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad30">O madam,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I scarcely dare with anguish and repentance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lift up my eyes to those I have made weep</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So many bitter tears—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_213"></a>[213]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad14">You see, my son,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You keep them weeping still—not bitter tears,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But tears of joy—Oh, welcome home again!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> Where is there any room for a poor devil</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who has done penance upon rock and water</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This many a day, and much repents him of</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His former sins?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad12">What you alive too?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad32">Yes, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This saddle’s pad, (<i>showing <span class="smcap">Lope</span></i>,) or, if you like, the beast</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That bears the saddle—or, by another rule,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That where the cat jumps also goes her tail.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope</i> (<i>to his father</i>). You see, sir, in such godly company</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must repent.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad10">Why, devil take ’t—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad30">What, swearing?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> But some poor relic of our former life</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That yet will stick. Madam, permit me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If not to kiss your hand, nor ev’n your feet,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At least the happy ground on which they walk.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> Rise, rise. How can I less than welcome one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who has so loyally stood by my son,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Through evil and through good.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad24">A monument</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As one might say, madam, <i>ad perpetuam</i></div>
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fidelis Amicitiæ Memoriam</i>.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Beatrice</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Beat.</i> What! is my master home? Then, by the saints,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_214"></a>[214]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Saving your presence, and before your faces,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must embrace him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad14">Thanks, good Beatrice.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> You see how all rejoice to see you, Lope,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But none so more than I; believe ’t. But now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis time you wait on Mendo, and acknowledge</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The kindness he has done us. See, Beatrice,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If he be in his room, or busy there.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Beatrice</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Meanwhile, my son, I crave one patient hearing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To what I have to say.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad18">Now for a lecture.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Silence, sir! Coming here, we must expect</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And bear such things. Pray speak, sir.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad34">You see, Lope,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(And doubtless must have heard of it before,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In what a plight we are: my property,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What yet remains of it, embroil’d and hamper’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all so little, that this last expense,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of getting (as I have) your Estifania,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who has already cost us all so much,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into a convent; to do this, I say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have been forced to let my house for hire</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To my old friend; yea, almost, I assure you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To beg from door to door. Enough of that:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis done; and you are now at last restor’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To home, and station—wealth I cannot say—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But all is well that ends well. All I ask,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(And ’tis with tears and with a broken voice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I ask it: I would ask it on my knees</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If these white hairs forbade not such descent,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That from this day, in pity to us all—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps in gratitude—you would repent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your past excess; yea, surfeited with that,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would henceforth tame your headlong passions down</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_215"></a>[215]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into a quiet current. Help me, son,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Restore the shaken credit of our house,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And show—let us <i>both</i> show—that misery</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has taught us not in vain. Let us be friends</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Henceforth; no rivalry of love or hate</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Between us; each doing what in him lies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To make what may remain of life to each</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Happy and honourable. On my part</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I stake a father’s love and tenderness;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And will not you as freely on your side</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wager your filial obedience?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your father asks, implores you. Oh, consider</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You may not always have a friend in need</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To rescue you as now: nay, disappoint</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His mercy and again provoke the laws</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He now remits, that friend may turn to foe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And sacrifice the life he vainly spared.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> There only wants, ‘in sæcula sæculorum,’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To finish off with.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad14">Sir, I promise you</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Amendment, that shall make the past a foil</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To set the future off.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Mendo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad18">I come in time</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To vouch fulfilment of so fair a vow.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Oh, sir—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad12">I knew you on your road to me;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your errand too; and thus much have forestall’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of needless courtesy.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad16">Pray God, reward you</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With such advancement in your prince’s love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As envy, the court Hydra, shall not hiss,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_216"></a>[216]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">But general love and acclamation</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Write in gold letters in our history,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For ages and for ages. Sir, your hand!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> My heart, my heart, you shame me by your thanks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For service that the veriest churl had paid</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For what you did me, Lope.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, I’m your debtor still. But now, enough!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I cannot steal more time from business;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The King expects me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad16">I too must abroad.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Would I could wait on both—but, as it is,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I think my father’s self would waive his right,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In favour of our common benefactor.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> Indeed, indeed, I do rejoice you should.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit with <span class="smcap">Blanca</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> And I, not knowing if your choice be right,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Know that I would not lose you for a moment,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So glad your presence makes me.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit with <span class="smcap">Lope</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Vic.</i><a id="FNanchor_5" href="#Footnote_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> Beatrice! Beatrice!</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> Well?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Think you not, now that our principals are
fairly out of the way, you owe me a kiss on my arrival?</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> Ay, hot from the oven.</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Ah Beatrice! if you only knew what heartaches
you’ve cost me.</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> You indeed, robbing and murdering, and I
don’t know what beside, up in the mountains! and
then my new madam that’s come with you, Donna
Violante; with her fine Elvira—I know, sir, when
your master was courting his mistress, you—</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Now, my own Beatrice, if you could only know<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_217"></a>[217]</span>
what you are talking of as well as I, how little jealousy
could such a creature as that give you!</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> Well—but why?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Not a woman at all, neither maid nor mermaid—Why,
didn’t I catch her with all those fine locks of
hers clean off her head?</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> Clean off her head?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> The woman’s bald.</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> Bald?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> As my hand! besides, all the fine white
<i>chevaux-de-frise</i> that ornaments her gums.</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> Well?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> All sham.</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> What, my fine madam there false teeth?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Oh, and half a dozen villainous things I could
tell you, did it become a gentleman to tell tales of
ladies. But see, here is master coming back.</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> Good-bye then, for the present, Vicente.
False teeth and a wig!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Lope</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Vicente, have you by any chance seen
Violante?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Not that I know of, sir; she may however
have passed without my knowing her.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Vicente still! As if it were possible one
who had once seen such beauty could ever forget it.</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Why, sir, if her maid Elvira happened to be
by her side—</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Fool!</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Pray is it impossible in the system of things
that the maid should be handsomer than the mistress?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Oh could I but see her!</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Take care, take care, sir. Beware of raising<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_218"></a>[218]</span>
the old devil—and now we are but just out of the
frying-pan—</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Beware <i>you</i>, sir! I tell you I ill liked my
father’s lecture; do not you read me another. It
were best that no one crossed me, or by heaven!—But
who comes here?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Don Guillen de Azagra.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Guillen</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad24">What?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ask what reward you will of me, Vicente.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Guillen de Azagra back again!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> And could not wait a moment, hearing you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were also back, Don Lope, till I found you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As well to give you welcome as receive it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Our old affection asks for nothing less</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On both sides. Oh, you are welcome!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> Well can he come, who comes half dead between</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dead hope and quickening passion!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad26">How is that?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> Why, you remember how three years ago</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I went to Naples—to the wars there?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad30">Yes,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We parted, I remember, sadly enough</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On both sides, in the Plaza del Aseo;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unconsciously divining the sad days</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That were about to dawn on one of us.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> Nay, upon both. I am no stranger, Lope,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To your misfortunes; and Heaven knows I felt them!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But they are over, Heaven be thankt! mine yet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are sadly acting. You can help me now,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If not to conquer, to relieve them.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad28">Ay,</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_219"></a>[219]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And will strain every nerve for you. But first</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must hear your story.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad14">Well—I went to Naples,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where, as you know, our King by force of arms</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was eager to revenge the shameful death</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of Norandino, whom the King of Naples</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had on the scaffold treacherously murder’d.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of which, and Naples too, I say no more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than this; that, entering the city,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I saw a lady in whom the universe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of beauty seem’d to centre; as it might be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sun’s whole light into a single beam,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The heavenly dawn into one drop of dew,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or the whole breathing spring into one rose.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You will believe I loved not without cause,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When you have heard the lady that I speak of</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> Donna Violante</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad14">Knave and fool!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Why so, sir! only for telling you I saw the lady
coming this way; but, I suppose, seeing people here,
she has turned back.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Will you retire awhile, Don Guillen? this
lady is my father’s guest.</p>

<p><i>Guil.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Beside, she might be angry finding
me here.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> ’Fore Heaven, my mind misgave me it was
she he spoke of!</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Well, you have got the weather-gage. Tackle
her now.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Violante</span> and <span class="smcap">Elvira</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Nay, lady, turn not back. What you, the sun</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I see by, to abridge my little day</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_220"></a>[220]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">By enviously returning to the west</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As soon as risen, and prematurely drawing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The veil of night over the blush of dawn!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, let me not believe I fright you now,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As yesterday I did, fair Violante,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Arm’d among savage rocks with savage men,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From whose rude company your eyes alone</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have charm’d me, and subdued for the first time</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A fierce, unbridled will.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad18">It were not strange,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Lope, if my bosom trembled still</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With that first apparition. But in truth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I had not hesitated,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had I not seen, or fancied, at your side</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another stranger.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad10">Oh, a friend; and one</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who spoke with me of <i>you</i>; nay, who retired</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only for fear of drawing new disdain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon old love: and left me here indeed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To speak in his behalf.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad16">Alas, Elvira,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was ’t not Don Guillen?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> <span class="pad16">Yes.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad20">Don Lope plead</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another’s, and Don Guillen’s love!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>She is going.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad28">At least</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let me attend you to my mother’s door.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> Nay, stay, sir.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad16">Stay! and lose my life in losing</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This happy opportunity!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad16">Are life</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And opportunity the same?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad18">So far,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That neither lost ever returns again.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_221"></a>[221]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> If you have aught to tell me, tell it here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before I go.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad6">Only to ask if you</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Confess yourself no debtor to a heart</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That long has sigh’d for you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad22">You, sir, are then</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pleading another’s cause?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad18">I might be shy</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To plead in my own person—a reserve</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That love oft feels—and pardons.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad26">’Tis in vain.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will not own to an account of sighs</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Drawn up against me without my consent;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So tell your friend; and tell him he mistakes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The way to payment making you, of all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His agent in the cause.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad16">Nay, nay, but wait.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> No more—Adieu!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad16">She thought I only used</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another’s suit as cover to my own,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And cunningly my seeming cunning turns</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against myself. But I will after her;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If Don Guillen come back, tell him, Vicente,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll wait upon him straight.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Madam Elvira!</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Well, Monsieur Cut-throat?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Well, you are not scared at my face now?</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> I don’t know that—your face remains as it
was.</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Come, come, my queen, do me a little
favour.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Well, what is that?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Just only die for love of me; I always make
a point of never asking impossibilities of any woman.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Love is out of the question! I perhaps<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_222"></a>[222]</span>
might <i>like</i> you, did I not know the lengths you go
with that monkey Beatrice.</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> With whom?</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> I say with Beatrice. Bystanders see as much, sir, as players.</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> I with Beatrice! Lord! lord! if you only
knew half what I know, Elvira, you’d not be jealous of her.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Why, what do you know of her?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> A woman who, could she breed at all, would
breed foxes and stoats—a tolerable outside, but only,
only go near her—Foh! such a breath! beside other
peculiarities I don’t mention out of respect to the
sex. But this I tell you, one of those sparkling eyes
of hers is glass, and her right leg a wooden one.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Nonsense!</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Only you look, and, see if she don’t limp on
one side, and squint on the other.</p>

<p><i>Don Guillen</i> (<i>entering at one side</i>). I can wait no
longer.</p>

<p><i>Don Lope</i> (<i>entering at the other</i>). It is no use; she
is shut up with my mother. Now for Don Guillen.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> They are back.</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> We’ll settle our little matter by and by.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Glass eyes and wooden legs!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope</i> (<i>To <span class="smcap">Don Guillen</span></i>). Forgive my leaving you so long; I have been</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Waiting on one who is my father’s guest,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The lady Violante.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad12">So sweet duty</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Needs no excuse.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad10">Now to pursue your story—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> Ah—where did I leave off?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad28">About the truce</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Making at Naples, when you saw a lady—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_223"></a>[223]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> Ay, but I must remember one thing, Lope,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Most memorable of all. The ambassador</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Empower’d to treat on our good King’s behalf</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was Mendo de Torellas, whose great wisdom</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And justice, both grown grey in state affairs,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well fitted him for such authority;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which telling you, and telling you beside,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That when the treaty made, and he left Naples,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I left it too, still following in his wake</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The track of a fair star who went with him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Saragossa, to this very house—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Telling you this, I tell you all—tell who</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My lady is—his daughter—Violante,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before whose shrine my life and soul together</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are but poor offerings to consecrate.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> (<i>aside</i>). A pretty market we have brought our pigs to!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who’ll bet upon the winner?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad10">Oh confusion!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But let us drain the cup at once.—Don Guillen,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your admiration and devotedness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Needed the addition of no name to point</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Their object out. But tell me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ere I advise with you, how far your prayer</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is answer’d by your deity.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad20">Alas!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Two words will tell—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad16">And those?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad28">Love unreturn’d!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or worse, return’d with hate.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad14">Come, that looks better.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> My love for her has now no hope, Don Lope,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But in your love for me. She is your guest,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I as such, beside my joy in you,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_224"></a>[224]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">May catch a ray of her—may win you even</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To plead for me in such another strain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As has not yet wearied her ears in vain;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or might you not ev’n now, as she returns,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Give her a letter from me; lest if first</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She see, or hear from others of my coming,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She may condemn my zeal for persecution,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And make it matter of renew’d disdain.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll write the letter now, and bring it you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ere she be back.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Lope</span></i>). Good-bye, sir.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad24">Whither now,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Vicente?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad4">To the mountains—I am sure</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You’ll soon be after me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad18">I understand—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But stay awhile.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">True, I love Violante, and resent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Guillen’s rivalry: but he’s my friend—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Confides to me a passion myself own,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And cannot blame.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wait we awhile, Vicente, and perhaps</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A way will open through the labyrinth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without our breaking through.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad24">How glad I am</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To see you take ’t so patiently? Now, sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would you be ruled—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad14">What then?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad28">Why simply, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forget the lady—but a few days’ flame,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And then—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad4">Impossible!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad18">What’s to be done then?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> I know not—But she comes.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_225"></a>[225]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Violante</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad16">Still here, Don Lope!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Ah, what in nature will its centre leave,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or, forced away, recoils not faster still?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So rivers yearn along their murmuring beds</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until they reach the sea; the pebble thrown</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ever so high, still faster falls to earth;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wind follows wind, and not a flame struck out</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of heavy wood or flint, but it aspires</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upward at once and to its proper sphere.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> All good philosophy, could I but see</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How to apply it here.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad16">And yet, how easy!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your beauty being that to which my soul</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ever flies fastest, and most slowly leaves.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> Surely this sudden rapture scarce agrees</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With what I heard before.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad20">How, Violante?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> Have you not haply changed parts in the farce,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And risen from second character to first?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> My second did not please you—come what will,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Casting feign’d speech and character aside,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll e’en speak for myself in my own person.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Listen to me—Don Guillen—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> (<i>listening at the side</i>). Just a moment</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To hear him plead my cause.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Following your beauty, as a flower the sun,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has come from Italy to Arragon,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, as my friend, by me entreats of you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To let him plead his suit.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad20">Would I could stay</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_226"></a>[226]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">To hear the noble Lope plead my cause,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But summon’d hence—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad14">Ill does your second part</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Excuse your ill performance of the first;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One failure might be pardon’d, but two such</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are scarce to be excused.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad18">Oh, tell me then</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which chiefly needs apology!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad22">I will.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">First for your friend Don Guillen; bid him cease</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All compliment and courtship, knowing well</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How all has been rejected hitherto,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And will hereafter, to the ruthless winds.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> And on the second count—my own?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad34">How easily</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out of his answer you may draw your own!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Alas!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad8">For when the judge has to pronounce</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sentence on two defendants, like yourselves,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose charge is both alike, and bids the one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Report his condemnation to the other;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis plain—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad8">That both must suffer?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad30">Nay, if so</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The judge had made one sentence serve for both.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Great heavens!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> (<i>listening at the side</i>). The man dismiss’d, I’ll hear the rest.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> Oh, let it be enough to tell you now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The heart that once indeed was adamant,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Resisting all impression—but at last</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n adamant you know—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad16">Oh, she relents!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Oh, let me kiss those white hands for those words!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_227"></a>[227]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> Excellent friend! he could not plead more warmly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were ’t for himself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad14">Oh for some little token</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To vouch, when you have vanisht from my eyes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That all was not a dream!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> (<i>giving him a rose</i>). This rose, whose hue</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is of the same that should my check imbue!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Guillen</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> Oh how thrice welcome is my lady’s favour,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sent to me by the hand of such a friend!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How but in such an attitude as this</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dare I receive it? (<i>Kneels.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad12">Rise, Don Guillen, rise:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Flowers are but fading favours that a breath</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can change and wither.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad16">What mean you by this?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Only that though the flower in my hands</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is fresh from Violante’s, I must tell you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It must not pass to yours.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad20">Did not I hear you</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pleading my cause?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad12">You might—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad26">And afterwards,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When I came back again, herself confess</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, marble as she had been to my vows,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She now relented tow’rd me!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad22">If you did,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Twould much disprove the listener’s adage.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad36">How?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> You set your ears to such a lucky tune,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As took in all the words that made for you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But not the rest that did complete the measure.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_228"></a>[228]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> But did not Violante, when you urged her</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In my behalf, say she relented?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad26">Yes.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> To whom then?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad16">To myself.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad28">The cat’s unbagg’d!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> To you!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad10">To me.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad16">Don Lope, you must see</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That ev’n my friendship for you scarce can stomach</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Such words—or credit them.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad22">Let him beware</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who doubts my words, stomach them as he can.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> But ’tis a jest:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bearing my happy fortune in your hands,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You only, as old love has leave to do,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tantalize ere you give it me. Enough,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Give me the rose.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad12">I cannot, being just</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Given to me, and for me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad18">His it is</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose right it is, and that is mine; and I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will have it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad8">If you can.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad20">Then follow me,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where (not in your own house) I may chastise</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The friendship that must needs have play’d me false</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One way or other.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad12">Lead the way then, sir.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter hurriedly <span class="smcap">Donna Blanca</span> and <span class="smcap">Violante</span> from opposite sides.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> Don Lope, what is this?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad26">Nothing, Violante.</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_229"></a>[229]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> I heard your angry voices in my room,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And could not help—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad14">And I too. O my son,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Scarce home with us, and all undone already!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where are you going?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad14">No where; nothing; leave me.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> Tell me the quarrel—Oh! I dread to hear.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> What quarrel, lady? let me go: your fears</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deceive you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad8">Lope, not an hour of peace</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When you are here!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad12">Nay, madam, why accuse me,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before you know the cause?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Urrea</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad22">How now?—disputing?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Blanca and Violante too? What is it?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> Oh, nothing! (I must keep it from his father.)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nothing—he quarrell’d with Vicente here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And would have beat him—and we interposed;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Indeed, no more.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad12">The blame is sure to fall</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon my shoulders.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad14">Is ’t not very strange,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your disposition, Lope? never at peace</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With others or yourself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad18">’Tis nothing, sir.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> He quarrell’d with me, sir, about some money</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He thought he ought to have, and couldn’t find</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In his breeches’ pocket.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad20">Go, go—get you gone, knave.</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_230"></a>[230]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> Always fair words from you at any rate. (<i>Aside.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> And for such trifles, Lope, you disturb</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My house, affright your mother and her guest</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With your mad passion.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad16">I can only, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Answer such charge by silence, and retire.—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now for Don Guillen. (<i>Aside.</i>)</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad14">Oh let him not go!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> Why not? ’tis a good riddance. Violante,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You must excuse this most unseemly riot</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Close to your chamber. My unruly son,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When his mad passion’s roused, neither respects</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Person or place.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad10">Nay, sir, I pardon him.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And should, for I’m the cause! (<i>Aside.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad24">Ah, wretched I,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who by the very means I would prevent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His going forth, have oped the door to him.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Noise within of swords, and the voices of <span class="smcap">Lope</span> and <span class="smcap">Guillen</span> fighting.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> What noise is that again?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Elvira</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> <span class="pad28">’Tis in the street.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Beatrice</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Beat.</i> Oh, my young master fighting—run, sir, run!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> And ’tis for this I’ve sacrificed myself!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_231"></a>[231]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter fighting <span class="smcap">Lope</span> and <span class="smcap">Guillen</span>; Gentlemen and others trying to part them.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> (<i>going between them</i>). Hold, Lope! Hold,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Guillen!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices.</i> <span class="pad10">Part them! part them!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> Traitor!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad10">Traitor!—I say that he’s the traitor</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whoever—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad6">Madman, can you not forbear</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When your grey-headed father holds your sword!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> And in so doing robs me of the honour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I never got from him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad16">Oh! ruffian!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But if this graceless son will not respect</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His father, my white hairs appeal to you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Guillen.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad6">And shall not appeal in vain—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out of respect, sir, for your age and name,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And for these gentlemen who interpose,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I shall refer the issue of this quarrel</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To other time and place.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad18">A good excuse</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For fear to hide in.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad14">Fear!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad22">Madman! again!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That the respect his rival shows to me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should make my son despise him. By these heavens</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This staff shall teach you better.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad28">Strike me not!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beware—beware!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad10">Why, art thou not ashamed—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Yes, of respect for you that’s fear of me.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_232"></a>[232]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> Whoever says or thinks what I have done</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is out of fear of you, I say—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad26">He lies!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll top your sentence for you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad26">Then take thou</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The answer!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Strikes <span class="smcap">Urrea</span>, who falls: confusion.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>A voice.</i> <span class="pad4">What have you done?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Another.</i> <span class="pad24">Help, help!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices.</i> After him, after him!—the parricide!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i><span class="smcap">Lope</span> rushes out and the people after him.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> I know not how to leave the poor old man—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come, let me help you, sir.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad22">Parricide!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May outraged Heaven that has seen thy crime,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Witness my curse, and blast thee! Every sword</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That every pious hand against thee draws,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Caught up into the glittering elements,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Turn thunderbolt, (as every weapon shall</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Drawn in God’s cause,) and smite thee to the centre!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That sacrilegious hand which thou hast raised</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against this snow-white head—how shall it show</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before Heaven’s judgment bar; yea, how can Heaven</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n now behold this deed, nor quench its sun,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Veil its pure infinite blue with awful cloud,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And with a terrified eclipse of things</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Confound the air you breathe, the light you see,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The ground you walk on!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> <span class="pad18">Pray sir, compose yourself—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your cloak—your staff—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad20">My staff! what use is that,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When it is steel that must avenge my wrong?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet give it me—fit instrument</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wherewith to chastise a rebellious child—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ay, and he did not use his sword on me,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_233"></a>[233]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mark that, nor I on him—give me my staff.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alas, alas! and I with no strength left</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To wield it, only as I halt along,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Feeling about with it to find a grave,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And knocking at deaf earth to let me in.<a id="FNanchor_6" href="#Footnote_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Guil.</i> Nay, calm yourself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The population of the place is up</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">After the criminal.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad14">And to what purpose?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They cannot wipe away my shame by that.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let the whole city turn its myriad eyes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon me, and behold a man disgraced—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Disgraced by him to whom he gave a being.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I say, behold me all—the wretched man</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By his own flesh and blood insulted, and</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On his own flesh and blood crying Revenge!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Revenge! revenge! revenge!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not to the heavens only, nor to Him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who sits in judgment there, do I appeal,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But to the powers of earth. Give me my hat,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll to the King forthwith.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> <span class="pad22">Consider, sir;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You would not enter in the palace gates</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So suddenly, and in this plight?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_234"></a>[234]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad20">Why not,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose voice should over-leap the firmament,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And without any preparation enter</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The palace-doors of God—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">King Pedro! King of Arragon! Christian king!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom fools the Cruel call, and Just the wise,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I call on you, King Pedro<a id="FNanchor_7" href="#Footnote_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a>—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King</i> (<i>entering with <span class="smcap">Mendo</span> and Train</i>). Who calls the King?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> A wretch who, falling at your feet, implores</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your royal justice.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad14">I remember you;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Lope de Urrea, whose son I pardon’d.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What would you of me?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad16">That you would, my King,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unpardon him you pardon’d; draw on him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The disappointed sword of justice down.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That son—<i>my</i> son—if he indeed be mine—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Oh, Blanca, pure as the first blush of day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pardon me such a word!) has, after all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My pain and sacrifice in his behalf;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has, in defiance of the laws of man</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And God, and of that great commandment, which,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though fourth on the two tables, yet comes first</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">After God’s jealous honour is secured,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has struck me—struck his father—in a fray</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wherein that father tried to save his life.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have no vindication; <i>will</i> have none,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But at your hands and by your laws; unless,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_235"></a>[235]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">If you deny me that, I do appeal</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unto the King of kings to do me justice;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which I will have, that heaven and earth may know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How a bad son begets a ruthless sire!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> Mendo!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad10">My liege.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad20">I must again refer</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This cause to you. (<i>To <span class="smcap">Urrea</span>.</i>) Where is your son?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad10">Fled! fled!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Mendo</span></i>). After him then, use all the powers I own</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To bring the wretch to justice. See me not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till that be done.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad14">I’ll do my best, my liege.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> I have it most at heart. In all the rolls</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of history, I know of no like quarrel:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And the first judgment on it shall be done</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By the Fourth Pedro, King of Arragon.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></p>

<hr />

<h3>ACT III</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A Wild Place.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Mendo</span> and Officers of Justice armed.</i></p>

<p><i>1st Officer.</i> Here, my lord, where the Ebro, swollen
with her mountain streams, runs swiftest, he will try
to escape.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Hunt for him then, leaving neither rock
nor thicket unexplored. (<i>They disperse.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, what a fate is mine,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Having to seek what most I dread to find,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_236"></a>[236]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Once thought the curse of jealousy alone!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The iron King will see my face no more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless I bring Don Lope to his feet:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom, on the other hand, the gratitude</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And love I bear him fain would save from justice.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, how—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter some, fighting with <span class="smcap">Don Lope</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad4">I know I cannot save my life,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But I will sell it dear.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad20">Hold off! the King</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will have him taken, but not slain. And I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If I can save him now, shall find a mean</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To do it afterwards—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Lope!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad4">I should know that voice, the face</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I cannot, blind with fury, dust, and blood.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or was ’t the echo of some inner voice,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some far off thunder of the memory,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That moves me more than all these fellows’ swords?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is it Don Mendo?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad12">Who demands of you</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your sword, and that you yield in the King’s name.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> I yield?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad12">Ay, sir, what can you do beside?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Slaying be slain. And yet my heart relents</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before your voice; and now I see your face</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My eyes dissolve in tears. Why, how is this?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What charm is on my sword?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad22">’Tis but the effect</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And countenance of justice that inspires</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Involuntary awe in the offender.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Not that. Delinquent as I am, I could,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With no more awe of justice than a mad dog,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_237"></a>[237]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bite right and left among her officers;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But ’tis yourself alone: to you alone</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Do I submit myself; yield up my sword</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Already running with your people’s blood,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And at your feet—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad14">Rise, Lope. Heaven knows</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How gladly would your judge change place with you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The criminal; far happier to endure</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your peril than my own anxiety.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But do not you despair, however stern</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tow’rds you I carry me before the world.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The King is so enraged—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad18">What, he has heard!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> Your father cried for vengeance at his feet.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Where is my sword?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad22">In vain. ’Tis in my hand.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Where somehow it affrights me—as before</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When giving you my dagger, it turn’d on me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With my own blood.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mendo.</i> <span class="pad12">Ho there!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cover Don Lope’s face, and carry him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To prison after me. (<i>Aside.</i>) Hark, in your ear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Conduct him swiftly, and with all secrecy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To my own house—in by the private door,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without his knowing whither,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And bid my people watch and wait on him.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll to the King—Alas, what agony,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know not what, grows on me more and more!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>A Room in the Palace.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">King</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> Don Mendo comes not back, and must not come,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_238"></a>[238]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till he have done his errand. I myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can have no rest till justice have her due.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A son to strike his father in my realm</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unawed, and then unpunisht!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But by great Heaven the law shall be avenged</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So long as I shall reign in Arragon.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Mendo!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Mendo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mendo.</i> <span class="pad8">Let me kiss your Highness’ hand.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> Welcome, thou other Atlas of my realm,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who sharest the weight with me. For I doubt not,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Coming thus readily into my presence,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You bring Don Lope with you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad24">Yes, my liege;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fast prisoner in my house, that none may see</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or talk with him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad12">Among your services</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You have not done a better.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The crime is strange, ’tis fit the sentence on it</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be memorably just.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad14">Most true, my liege,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who I am sure will not be warp’d away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By the side current of a first report,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But on the whole broad stream of evidence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Move to conclusion. I do <i>know</i> this charge</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is not so grave as was at first reported.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> But is not thus much clear—that a son smote</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His father?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad8">Yes, my liege.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad22">And can a charge</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be weightier?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_239"></a>[239]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad12">I confess the naked fact,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But ’tis the special cause and circumstance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That give the special colour to the crime.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> I shall be glad to have my kingdom freed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From the dishonour of so foul a deed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By any extenuation.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad14">Then I think</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your Majesty shall find it here. ’Tis thus:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Lope, on what ground I do not know,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fights with Don Guillen—in the midst o’ the fray,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Comes old Urrea, at the very point</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When Guillen was about to give the lie</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To his opponent—which the old man, enraged</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At such unseemly riot in his house,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gives for him; calls his son a fouler name</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than gentleman can bear, and in the scuffle</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Receives a blow that in his son’s blind rage</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was aim’d abroad—in the first heat of passion</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Throws himself at your feet, and calls for vengeance,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, as I hear, he now repents him of.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He’s old and testy—age’s common fault—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, were not this enough to lame swift justice,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">There’s an old law in Arragon, my liege,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That in our courts father and son shall not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be heard in evidence against each other;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In which provision I would fain persuade you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bury this quarrel.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad12">And this seems just to you?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> It does, my liege.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad20">Then not to me, Don Mendo,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who will examine, sentence, and record,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whether in such a scandal to the realm</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The son be guilty of impiety,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or the sire idle to accuse him of ’t.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Therefore I charge you have Urrea too</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_240"></a>[240]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">From home to-night, and guarded close alone;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It much imports the business.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad24">I will, my liege.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>A Corridor in <span class="smcap">Urrea’s</span> House, with three
doors in front.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter from a side door <span class="smcap">Violante</span> and <span class="smcap">Elvira</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Viol.</i> Ask me no more, Elvira; I cannot answer
when my thoughts are all locked up where Lope lies.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> And know you where that is? Nearer than
you think; there, in my lord your father’s room.</p>

<p><i>Viol.</i> There! Oh, could I but save him!</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> You can at least comfort him.</p>

<p><i>Viol.</i> Something must be done. Either I will
save his life, Elvira, or die with him. Have you the
key?</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> I have one; my lord has the master-key.</p>

<p><i>Viol.</i> Yours will do, give it me. I am desperate,
Elvira, and in his danger drown my maiden shame;
see him I will at least. Do you rest here and give
me a warning if a footstep come.</p>

<p class="right">(<i>She enters centre door.</i>)</p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span>—<i>An inner Chamber in <span class="smcap">Urrea’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Lope</span> discovered.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> Whither then have they brought me? Ah, Violante,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your beauty costs me dear! And even now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I count the little I have yet to live</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_241"></a>[241]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Minute by minute, like one last sweet draught,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But for your sake. Nay, ’tis not life I care for,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But only Violante.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Violante</i> (<i>entering unseen</i>). Oh, his face</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is bathed in his own blood; he has been wounded.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Lope!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad4">Who is it calls on a name</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I thought all tongues had buried in its shame?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> One who yet—pities you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope</i> (<i>turning and seeing her</i>). Am I then dead,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And thou some living spirit come to meet me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon the threshold of another world;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or some dead image that my living brain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Draws from remembrance on the viewless air,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And gives the voice I love to? Oh, being here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whatever thou may’st be, torment me not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By vanishing at once.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad16">No spirit, Lope,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And no delusive image of the brain;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But one who, wretched in your wretchedness,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And partner of the crime you suffer for,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All risk of shame and danger cast away,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has come—but hark!—I may have but a moment—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The door I came by will be left unlockt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To-night, and you must fly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad22">Oh, I have heard</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of a fair flower of such strange quality,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It makes a wound where there was none before,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And heals what wound there was. Oh, Violante,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You who first made an unscathed heart to bleed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now save a desperate life!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad20">And I have heard</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of two yet stranger flowers that, severally,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each in its heart a deadly poison holds,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, if they join, turns to a sovereign balm.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_242"></a>[242]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And so with us, who in our bosoms bear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A passion which destroys us when apart,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But when together—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elvira</i> (<i>calling within</i>). Madam! madam! your father!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> Farewell!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> <span class="pad12">But you return?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad28">To set you free.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> That as it may; only return to me.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Violante</span>, leaving <span class="smcap">Lope</span>.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene V.</span>—<i>Same as <span class="smcap">Scene III</span>.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Elvira</span> waiting. Enter <span class="smcap">Violante</span> from centre door.</i></p>

<p><i>Viol.</i> Quick! lock the door, Elvira, and away with
me on wings. My father must not find me here.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Nay, you need not be frightened, he has
gone to my lady Blanca’s room by the way.</p>

<p><i>Viol.</i> No matter, he must not find me; I would
learn too what is stirring in the business.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, would I ever drag my purpose through,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must be desperate and cautious too.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> (<i>locking the door</i>). Well, that’s all safe, and
now myself to hear what news is stirring.</p>

<p><i>Vicente</i> (<i>talking as he enters</i>). In the devil’s name
was there ever such a clutter made about a blow?
People all up in arms, and running here and there,
and up and down, and every where, as if the great
Tom of Velilla was a ringing.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Vicente! what’s the matter?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Oh, a very great matter, Elvira. I am very
much put out indeed.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> What about, and with whom?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_243"></a>[243]</span></p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> With all the world, and my two masters, the
young and old one, especially.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> But about what?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> With the young one for being so ready with
his fists, and the old one bawling out upon it to
heaven and earth, and then Madam Blanca, she must
join in the chorus too; and then your grand Don
Mendo there, with whom seizing’s so much in season,
he has seized my master, and my master’s father, and
Don Guillen, and clapt them all up in prison. Then
I’ve a quarrel with the King!</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> With the King! You must be drunk, Vicente.</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> I only wish I was.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> But what has the King done?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Why let me be beaten at least fifty thousand
times, without caring a jot: and now forsooth, because
an old fellow gets a little push, his eyes flash axe and
gibbet. Then, Elvira, I’m very angry with you.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> And why with me?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Because, desperately in love with me as you
are, you never serenade me, nor write me a billet-doux,
nor ask me for a kiss of my fair hand.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Have I not told you, sir, I leave that all to
Beatrice?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> And have I not told you, Beatrice may go
hang for me?</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Oh, Vicente, could I believe you!</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Come, give me a kiss on credit of it; in case
I lie, I’ll pay you back.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Well, for this once.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Beatrice</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> The saints be praised, I’ve found you at last!</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Beatrice!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_244"></a>[244]</span></p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Well, what’s the matter?</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> You’ll soon see.</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> Oh, pray proceed, proceed, good folks,
Never mind me: you’ve business—don’t interrupt it—I’ve
seen quite enough, besides being quite indifferent
who wears my cast-off shoes.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> I beg to say, madam, I wear no shoes except
my own, and if I <i>were</i> reduced to other people’s,
certainly should not choose those that are made for a wooden leg.</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> A wooden leg? pray, madam, what has a
wooden leg to do with me?</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Oh, madam, I must refer you to your own feelings.</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> I tell you, madam, these hands should tear
your hair up by the roots, if it had roots to tear.</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Now for her turn.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Why, does she mean to insinuate my hair is
as false as that left eye of hers?</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> Do you mean to insinuate my left eye is false?</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Ay; and say it to your teeth.</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> More, madam, than I ever could say to
yours, unless, indeed, you’ve <i>paid</i>, madam, for the set
you wear.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Have you the face to say my teeth are false?</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> Have <i>you</i> the face to say my eye’s of glass?</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> I’ll teach you to say I wear a wig.</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> Would that my leg <i>were</i> wood just for the
occasion.</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Ladies, ladies, first consider where we are.</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> Oh ho! I think I begin to understand.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Oh, and so methinks do I.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_245"></a>[245]</span></p>

<table class="jt">
<tr>
<td>
<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Beat.</i> It is this wretch—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> This knave—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Beat.</i> This rascal—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> This vagabond—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Beat.</i> Has told all these lies.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> Has done all this mischief.</div>
  </div>
</div>
</td>
<td class="valign" rowspan="6">} Spoken together.</td>
</tr>
</table>

<p class="right">(<i>They set upon and pinch him, etc.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Ladies, ladies—Mercy! oh! ladies! just
listen!</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Listen indeed! If it were not that I hear
people coming—</p>

<p><i>Vic.</i> Heaven be praised for it!</p>

<p><i>Beat.</i> We will defer the execution then—And in
the mean while shall we two sign a treaty of peace?</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> My hand to it—Agreed!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Beat.</i> <span class="pad22">Adieu!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Elv.</i> <span class="pad30">Adieu!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Beatrice</span> and <span class="smcap">Elvira</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Vic.</i> The devil that seized the swine sure has seized you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all your pinches make me tenfold writhe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Because you never gave the king his tithe.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene VI.</span>—<i><span class="smcap">Donna Blanca’s</span> Apartment: it is dark.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter the <span class="smcap">King</span> disguised, and <span class="smcap">Blanca</span> following him.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> Who is this man,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That in the gathering dusk enters our house,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Enmaskt and muffled thus? what is ’t you want?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To croak new evil in my ears? for none</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But ravens now come near us—Such a silence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is not the less ill-omen’d. Beatrice!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_246"></a>[246]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">A light! my blood runs cold—Answer me, man,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What want you with me?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad16">Let us be alone,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I will tell you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad14">Leave us, Beatrice—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll dare the worst—And now reveal yourself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> Not till the door be lockt.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad30">Help, help!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad42">Be still.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> What would you? and who are you then?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King</i> (<i>discovering himself</i>). <span class="pad16">The King!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> The King!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad10">Do you not know me?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad30">Yea, my liege,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now the black cloud has fallen from the sun;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But cannot guess why, at an hour like this,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And thus disguised—Oh, let me know at once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whether in mercy or new wrath you come</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To this most wretched house!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad22">In neither, Blanca;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But in the execution of the trust</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That Heaven has given to kings.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad24">And how, my liege,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fall I beneath your royal vigilance?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> You soon shall hear: but, Blanca, first take breath,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And still your heart to its accustom’d tune,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For I must have you all yourself to answer</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What I must ask of you. Listen to me.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your son, in the full eye of God and man,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has struck his father—who as publicly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has cried to me for vengeance—such a feud</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Coming at length to such unnatural close,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Men ’gin to turn suspicious eyes on you,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You, Blanca, so mixt up in such a cause</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_247"></a>[247]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">As in the annals of all human crime</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is not recorded. Men begin to ask</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can these indeed be truly son and sire?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This is the question, and to sift it home,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am myself come hither to sift you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By my own mouth. Open your heart to me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Relying on the honour of a king</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That nothing you reveal to me to-night</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall ever turn against your good repute.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We are alone, none to way-lay the words</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That travel from your lips; speak out at once;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or, by the heavens, Blanca,—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad22">Oh, my liege,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not in one breath</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Turn royal mercy into needless threat;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though it be true my bosom has so long</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This secret kept close prisoner, and hop’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To have it buried with me in my grave,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet if I peril my own name and theirs</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By such a silence, I’ll not leave to rumour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another hour’s suspicion; but reveal</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To you, my liege, yea, and to heaven and earth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My most disastrous story.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad18">I attend.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> My father, though of lineage high and clear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As the sun’s self, was poor; and knowing well</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How in this world honour fares ill alone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Betroth’d the beauty of my earliest years</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(The only dowry that I brought with me)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Lope de Urrea, whose estate</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was to supply the much he miss’d of youth.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We married—like December wed to May,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or flower of earliest summer set in snow;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet heaven witness that I honour’d, ay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And loved him; though with little cause of love,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_248"></a>[248]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And ever cold returns; but I went on</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Doing my duty toward him, hoping still</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To have a son to fill the gaping void</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That lay between us—yea, I pray’d for one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So earnestly, that God, who has ordain’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That we should ask at once for all and nothing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of him who best knows what is best for us,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Denied me what I wrongly coveted.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well, let me turn the leaf on which are written</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The troubles of those ill-assorted years,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And to my tale. I had a younger sister,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom to console me in my wretched home,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I took to live with me—of whose fair youth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A gentleman enamour’d—Oh, my liege,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ask not his name—yet why should I conceal it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose honour may not leave a single chink</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For doubt to nestle in?—Sir, ’twas Don Mendo,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your minister; who, when his idle suit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Prosper’d not in my sister’s ear, found means,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Feeing one of the household to his purpose,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To get admittance to her room by night;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where, swearing marriage soon should sanction love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He went away the victor of an honour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That like a villain he had come to steal;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then, but a few weeks after, (so men quit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All obligation save of their desire,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Married another, and growing great at court,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Went on your father’s bidding into France</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ambassador, and from that hour to this</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Knows not the tragic issue of his crime.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I, who perceived my sister’s altered looks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And how in mind and body she fared ill,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With menace and persuasion wrung from her</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The secret I have told you, and of which</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She bore within her bosom such a witness</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_249"></a>[249]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">As doubly prey’d upon her life. Enough;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She was my sister, why reproach her then,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And to no purpose now the deed was done?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only I wonder’d at mysterious Heaven,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which her misfortune made to double mine,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who had been pining for the very boon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That was her shame and sorrow; till at last,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out of the tangle of this double grief</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I drew a thread to extricate us both,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By giving forth myself about to bear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The child whose birth my sister should conceal.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Twas done—the day came on—I feign’d the pain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She felt, and on my bosom as my own</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cherish’d the crying infant she had borne,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And died in bearing—for even so it was;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I and another matron (who alone</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was partner in the plot)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Assigning other illness for her death.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This is my story, sir—this is the crime,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of which the guilt being wholly mine, be mine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The punishment; I pleading on my knees</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My love both to my husband and my sister</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As some excuse. Pedro of Arragon,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom people call the Just, be just to me:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I do not ask for mercy, but for justice,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And that, whatever be my punishment,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It may be told of me, and put on record,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, howsoever and with what design</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I might deceive my husband and the world,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At least I have not shamed my birth and honour.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King</i> (<i>apart</i>). Thus much at least is well; the blackest part</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of this unnatural feud is washt away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By this confession, though it swell the list</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of knotted doubts that Justice must resolve;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_250"></a>[250]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">As thus:—Don Lope has reviled and struck</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One whom himself and all the world believe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His father—a belief that I am pledged</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not to disprove. Don Mendo has traduced</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A noble lady to her death; and Blanca</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Contrived an ill imposture on her lord:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Two secret and one public misdemeanour,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To which I must adjudge due punishment.—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Blanca, enough at present, you have done</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your duty; Fare you well.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad18">Heaven keep your Highness!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Don Mendo</i> (<i>knocking within</i>). Open the door.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad38">Who calls?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad50">I know not, sir.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> Open it, then, but on your life reveal not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I am here.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i><span class="smcap">King</span> hides, <span class="smcap">Blanca</span> opens the door.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad8">Who is it calls?</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Mendo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad28">I, Blanca.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> Your errand?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad14">Only, Blanca, to beseech you</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fear not, whatever you may hear or see</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against your son. His cause is in my hands,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His person in my keeping; being so,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who shall arraign my dealings with him?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King</i> (<i>coming forth</i>). <span class="pad18">I.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> My liege, if you—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad18">Enough; give me the key</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of Lope’s prison.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad12">This it is, my liege:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> I know enough. Blanca, retire.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_251"></a>[251]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mendo, abide you here. To-night shall show</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If I be worthy of my name or no.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> What is the matter, Blanca?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad28">Your misdeeds,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And mine, Don Mendo, which just Heaven now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Revenges with one blow on both of us.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">After the King! nor leave him till he swear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To spare my Lope, who, I swear to you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is not my son, but yours, and my poor Laura’s!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> Merciful Heavens! But I will save his life</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come what come may to me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad18">Away, away, then!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene VII.</span>—<i>Same as <span class="smcap">Scene III</span>.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Violante</span> and Elvira at a side door.</i></p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Consider, madam.</p>

<p><i>Viol.</i> No!</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> But think—</p>

<p><i>Viol.</i> I tell you it must be done.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> They will accuse your father.</p>

<p><i>Viol.</i> Let them; I tell you it must be done, and
<i>now</i>; I ask’d you not for advice, but to obey me.
Unlock the door.</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> Oh how I tremble! Hark!</p>

<p><i>Viol.</i> A moment! They must not find him
passing out—the attempt and not the deed confounding
us.<a id="FNanchor_8" href="#Footnote_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> Listen!</p>

<p><i>Elv.</i> (<i>listening at a side door</i>). I can hear nothing
distinct, only a confused murmur of voices.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_252"></a>[252]</span></p>

<p><i>Viol.</i> Let me—hush!—Hark! they are approaching!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Mendo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> Anguish, oh! anguish!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad22">My father!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad34">Ay, indeed,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And a most wretched one.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad18">What is it, sir?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tell me at once.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad10">I know not. Oh, ’tis false!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know too well, and you must know it too.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My daughter, the poor prisoner who lies there</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is my own son, not Blanca’s, not Urrea’s,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But my own son, your brother, Violante!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> My brother!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad14">Ay, your brother, my own son,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom we must save!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> <span class="pad12">Alas, sir, I was here</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On the same errand, ere I knew—but hark!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All’s quiet now. (<i>A groan within.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad10">Listen! What groan was that?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Viol.</i> My hand shakes so, I cannot—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope</i> (<i>within</i>). <span class="pad22">Mercy, O God!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> The key, the key!—but hark! they call again</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At either door; we must unlock.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>They unlock the side doors.—Enter through one <span class="smcap">Blanca</span> and <span class="smcap">Beatrice</span>, through the other <span class="smcap">Urrea</span> and <span class="smcap">Vicente</span>.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad26">Don Mendo,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The King desires me from your mouth to learn</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His sentence on my son.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_253"></a>[253]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Blan.</i> <span class="pad14">Oh, Violante!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> From me! from me! to whom the King as yet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has not deliver’d it.—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But what is this? Oh, God!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>The centre door opens and <span class="smcap">Don Lope</span> is discovered, garrotted, with a paper in his hand, and lights at each side.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> <span class="pad20">A sight to turn</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rancour into remorse.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Men.</i> <span class="pad16">In his cold hand</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He holds a scroll, the sentence, it may be,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The King referr’d you to. Read it, Urrea;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I cannot. Oh, my son, the chastisement</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I alone have merited has come</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon us both, and doubled the remorse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I must feel—and stifle!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Urr.</i> (<i>reading</i>). “He that reviles and strikes whom he believes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His father, let him die for ’t; and let those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who have disgraced a noble name, or join’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">An ill imposture, see his doom; and show</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Three judgments summ’d up in a single blow.”</div>
  </div>
</div>

</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_254"></a>[254]</span></p>

<hr />

<div class="chapter">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_255"></a>[255]</span></p>

<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_MAYOR_OF_ZALAMEA">THE MAYOR OF ZALAMEA</h2>

</div>

<hr />

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_256"></a>[256]</span></p>

<h3>DRAMATIS PERSONÆ</h3>

<table summary="Dramatis personæ">
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">King Philip II.</span></td>
    <td></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Lope de Figueroa.</span></td>
    <td></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Alvaro de Ataide.</span></td>
    <td></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Pedro Crespo</span></td>
    <td><i>a Farmer of Zalamea.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Juan</span></td>
    <td><i>his Son.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Isabel</span></td>
    <td><i>his Daughter.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Ines</span></td>
    <td><i>his Niece.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Mendo</span></td>
    <td><i>a poor Hidalgo.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Nuño</span></td>
    <td><i>his Servant.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span></td>
    <td><i>a Soldier.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Chispa</span></td>
    <td><i>his Mistress.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">A Sergeant</span>, <span class="smcap">a Notary</span>,
        <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span>, <span class="smcap">Labourers</span>,
        <span class="smcap">Constables</span>, <span class="smcap">Royal Suite</span>,
        etc.</td>
  </tr>
</table>

<hr />

<div class="drama">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_257"></a>[257]</span></p>

<h3>ACT I</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>Country near Zalamea.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span>, <span class="smcap">Chispa</span>, and Soldiers.</i></p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Confound, say I, these forced marches from
place to place, without halt or bait; what say you,
friends?</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Amen!</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> To be trailed over the country like a pack
of gipsies, after a little scrap of flag upon a pole,
eh?</p>

<p><i>1st Soldier.</i> Rebolledo’s off!</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> And that infernal drum which has at last
been good enough to stop a moment stunning us.</p>

<p><i>2nd Sold.</i> Come, come, Rebolledo, don’t storm:
we shall soon be at Zalamea.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> And where will be the good of that if I’m
dead before I get there? And if not, ’twill only
be from bad to worse: for if we all reach the place
alive, as sure as death up comes Mr. Mayor to
persuade the Commissary we had better march on
to the next town. At first Mr. Commissary replies
very virtuously, ‘Impossible! the men are fagged<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_258"></a>[258]</span>
to death.’ But after a little pocket persuasion, then
it’s all ‘Gentlemen, I’m very sorry: but orders have
come for us to march forward, and immediately’—and
away we have to trot, foot weary, dust bedraggled,
and starved as we are. Well, I swear if I
do get alive to Zalamea to-day, I’ll not leave it on
this side o’ sun-rise for love, lash, or money. It
won’t be the first time in my life I’ve given ’em the
slip.</p>

<p><i>1st Sold.</i> Nor the first time a poor fellow has had
the slip given him for doing so. And more likely
than ever now that Don Lope de Figueroa has taken
the command, a fine brave fellow they say, but a
devil of a Tartar, who’ll have every inch of duty
done, or take the change out of his own son, without
waiting for trial either.<a id="FNanchor_9" href="#Footnote_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a></p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Listen to this now, gentlemen! By Heaven,
I’ll be beforehand with him.</p>

<p><i>2nd Sold.</i> Come, come, a soldier shouldn’t talk so.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> I tell you it isn’t for myself I care so much,
as for this poor little thing that follows me.</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Signor Rebolledo, don’t you fret about me;
you know I was born with a beard on my heart
if not on my chin, if ever girl was; and your fearing
for me is as bad as if I was afeard myself. Why,
when I came along with you I made up my mind
to hardship and danger for honour’s sake; else if
I’d wanted to live in clover, I never should have
left the Alderman who kept such a table as all
Aldermen don’t, I promise you. Well, what’s the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_259"></a>[259]</span>
odds? I chose to leave him and follow the drum,
and here I am, and if I don’t flinch, why should
you?</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> ’Fore Heaven, you’re the crown of womankind!</p>

<p><i>Soldiers.</i> So she is, so she is, Viva la Chispa!</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> And so she is, and one cheer more for her,
hurrah! especially if she’ll give us a song to lighten
the way.</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> The castanet shall answer for me.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> I’ll join in—and do you, comrades, bear a
hand in the chorus.</p>

<p><i>Soldiers.</i> Fire away!</p>

<p><i>Chispa sings.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse center">I.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Titiri tiri, marching is weary,</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">Weary, weary, and long is the way:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Titiri tiri, hither, my deary,</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">What meat have you got for the soldier to-day?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘Meat have I none, my merry men,’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Titiri tiri, then kill the old hen.</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">‘Alas and a day! the old hen is dead!’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then give us a cake from the oven instead,</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">Titiri titiri titiri tiri,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Give us a cake from the oven instead.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse center">II.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Admiral, admiral, where have you been-a?</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">‘I’ve been fighting where the waves roar.’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ensign, ensign, what have you seen-a?</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">‘Glory and honour and gunshot galore;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fighting the Moors in column and line,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Poor fellows, they never hurt me or mine—</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">Titiri titiri titiri tina’—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_260"></a>[260]</span></p>
<p><i>1st Sold.</i> Look, look, comrades—what between
singing and grumbling we never noticed yonder
church among the trees.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Is that Zalamea?</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Yes, that it is, I know the steeple. Hurrah!
we’ll finish the song when we get into quarters, or
have another as good; for you know I have ’em of
all sorts and sizes.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Halt a moment, here’s the sergeant.</p>

<p><i>2nd Sold.</i> And the captain too.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Captain and Sergeant.</i></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Good news, gentlemen, no more marching
for to-day at least; we halt at Zalamea till Don Lope
joins with the rest of the regiment from Llerena. So
who knows but you may have a several days’ rest here?</p>

<p><i>Reb. and Solds.</i> Huzzah for our captain!</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Your quarters are ready, and the Commissary
will give every one his billet on marching in.</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> (<i>singing</i>). Now then for</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Titiri tiri, hither, my deary,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Heat the oven and kill the old hen.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit with Soldiers.</i></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Well, Mr. Sergeant, have you my billet?</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Yes, sir.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> And where am I to put up?</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> With the richest man in Zalamea, a farmer,
as proud as Lucifer’s heir-apparent.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Ah, the old story of an upstart.</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> However, sir, you have the best quarters
in the place, including his daughter, who is, they
say, the prettiest woman in Zalamea.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_261"></a>[261]</span></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Pooh! a pretty peasant! splay hands and
feet.</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Shame! shame!</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Isn’t it true, puppy?</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> What would a man on march have better
than a pretty country lass to toy with?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Well, I never saw one I cared for, even
on march. I can’t call a woman a woman unless
she’s clean about the hands and fetlocks, and
otherwise well appointed—a lady in short.</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Well, any one for me who’ll let me kiss
her. Come, sir, let us be going, for if you won’t be
at her, I will.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Look, look, yonder!</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Why, it must be Don Quixote himself with
his very Rosinante too, that Michel Cervantes
writes of.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> And his Sancho at his side. Well, carry
you my kit on before to quarters, and then come
and tell me when all’s ready.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>Zalamea, before <span class="smcap">Crespo’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Mendo</span> and <span class="smcap">Nuño</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Men.</i> How’s the gray horse?</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> You may as well call him the <i>Dun</i>; so
screw’d he can’t move a leg.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Did you have him walk’d gently about?</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Walk’d about! when it’s corn he wants,
poor devil!</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> And the dogs?</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Ah, now, they might do if you’d give them
the horse to eat.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_262"></a>[262]</span></p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Enough, enough—it has struck three. My
gloves and tooth-pick!</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> That sinecure tooth-pick!</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> I tell you I would brain anybody who
insinuated to me I had not dined—and on game
too. But tell me, Nuño, haven’t the soldiers come
into Zalamea this afternoon?</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Yes, sir.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> What a nuisance for the commonalty who
have to quarter them!</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> But worse for those who haven’t.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> What do you mean, sir?</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> I mean the squires. Ah, sir; if the soldiers
aren’t billeted on them, do you know why?</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Well, why?</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> For fear of being starved—which would be
a bad job for the king’s service.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> God rest my father’s soul, says I, who left
me a pedigree and patent all blazon’d in gold and
azure, that exempts me from such impositions.</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> I wish he’d left you the gold in a more
available shape, however.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Though indeed when I come to think of it,
I don’t know if I owe him any thanks; considering
that unless he had consented to beget me an Hidalgo
at once, I wouldn’t have been born at all, for him or
any one.</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Humph! Could you have help’d it?</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Easily.</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> How, sir?</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> You must know that every one that is born
is the essence of the food his parents eat.</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Oh! Your parents did eat then, sir? You
have not inherited <i>that</i> of them, at all events.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Which forthwith converts itself into proper<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_263"></a>[263]</span>
flesh and blood—ergo, if my father had been an eater
of onions, for instance, he would have begotten me
with a strong breath; on which I should have said
to him, ‘Hold, I must come of no such nastiness as
that, I promise you.’</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Ah, now I see the old saying is true.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> What is that?</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> That hunger sharpens wit.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Knave, do you insinuate—</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> I only know it is now three o’clock, and we
have neither of us yet had any thing but our own
spittle to chew.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Perhaps so, but there are distinctions of
rank. An Hidalgo, sir, has no belly.</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Oh Lord! that I were an Hidalgo!</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Possibly; servants must learn moderation
in all things. But let me hear no more of the
matter; we are under Isabel’s window.</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> There again—If you are so devoted an
admirer, why on earth, sir, don’t you ask her in
marriage of her father? by doing which you would
kill two birds with one stone; get yourself something
to eat, and his grandchildren squires.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Hold your tongue, sir, it is impious. Am I,
an Hidalgo with such a pedigree, to demean myself
with a plebeian connexion just for money’s sake?</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Well, I’ve always heard say a mean father-in-law
is best; better stumble on a pebble than run
your head against a post. But, however, if you don’t
mean marriage, sir, what do you mean?</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> And pray, sir, can’t I dispose of her in a
convent in case I get tired of her? But go directly,
and tell me if you can get a sight of her.</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> I’m afraid lest her father should get a sight
of me.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_264"></a>[264]</span></p>

<p><i>Men.</i> And what if he do, being my man? Go
and do as I bid you.</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> (<i>after going to look</i>). Come, sir, you owe
one meal at least now—she’s at the window with her
cousin.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Go again, and tell her something about her
window being another East, and she a second Sun
dawning from it in the afternoon.</p>

<p class="right">(<i><span class="smcap">Isabel</span> and <span class="smcap">Ines</span>
come to the window.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Ines.</i> For heaven’s sake, cousin, let’s stand here
and see the soldiers march in.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Not I, while that man is in the way, Ines;
you know how I hate the sight of him.</p>

<p><i>Ines.</i> With all his devotion to you!</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> I wish he would spare himself and me the
trouble.</p>

<p><i>Ines.</i> I think you are wrong to take it as an affront.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> How would you have me take it?</p>

<p><i>Ines.</i> Why, as a compliment.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> What, when I hate the man?</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Ah! ’pon the honour of an Hidalgo, (which
is a sacred oath,) I could have sworn that till this
moment the sun had not risen. But why should I
wonder? when indeed a second Aurora—</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Signor Don Mendo, how often have I told
you not to waste your time playing these fool’s antics
before my window day after day!</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> If a pretty woman only knew, la! how anger
improved its beauty! her complexion needs no other
paint than indignation. Go on, go on, lovely one,
grow angrier, and lovelier still.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> You shan’t have even that consolation;
come, Ines.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Ines.</i> Beware of the portcullis, sir knight.</p>

<p class="right">(<i>Shuts down the blind in his face.</i>)</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_265"></a>[265]</span></p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Ines, beauty must be ever victorious, whether
advancing or in retreat.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Crespo</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> That I can never go in or out of my house
without that squireen haunting it!</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Pedro Crespo, sir!</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Oh—ah—let us turn another way; ’tis an
ill-conditioned fellow.</p>

<p class="center"><i>As he turns, enter <span class="smcap">Juan</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> That I never can come home but this ghost
of an Hidalgo is there to spoil my appetite.</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> His son, sir!</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> He’s worse. (<i>Turning back.</i>) Oh, Pedro
Crespo, good day, Crespo, good man, good day.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit with <span class="smcap">Nuño</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Good day indeed; I’ll make it bad day one
of these days with you, if you don’t take care. But
how now, Juanito, my boy?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> I was looking for you, sir, but could not
find you; where have you been?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">To the barn, where high and dry,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The jolly sheaves of corn do lie,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which the sun, arch-chemist old,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Turn’d from black earth into gold,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And the swinging flail one day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On the barn-floor shall assay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Separating the pure ore</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From the drossy chaff away.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This I’ve been about—And now,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Juanito, what hast thou?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Alas, sir, I can’t answer in so good rhyme<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_266"></a>[266]</span>
or reason. I have been playing at fives, and lost
every bout.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> What signifies if you paid?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> But I could not, and have come to you for
the money.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Before I give it you, listen to me.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">There are things two</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thou never must do;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Swear to more than thou knowest,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Play for more than thou owest;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And never mind cost,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So credit’s not lost.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Good advice, sir, no doubt, that I shall lay
by for its own sake as well as for yours. Meanwhile,
I have also heard say,</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Preach not to a beggar till</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The beggar’s empty hide you fill.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Cres.</i> ’Fore Heaven, thou pay’st me in my own
coin. But—</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Sergeant.</i></p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Pray, does one Pedro Crespo live hereabout?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Have you any commands for him, if he
does?</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Yes, to tell him of the arrival of Don Alvaro
de Ataide, captain of the troop that has just marcht
into Zalamea, and quartered upon him.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Say no more; my house and all I have is
ever at the service of the king, and of all who have
authority under him. If you will leave his things
here, I will see his room is got ready directly; and
do you tell his Honour that, come when he will, he
shall find me and mine at his service.</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Good—he will be here directly.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_267"></a>[267]</span></p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> I wonder, father, that, rich as you are, you
still submit yourself to these nuisances.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Why, boy, how could I help them?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> You know; by buying a patent of Gentility.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> A patent of Gentility! upon thy life now
dost think there’s a soul who doesn’t know that I’m
no gentleman at all, but just a plain farmer? What’s
the use of my buying a patent of Gentility, if I can’t
buy the gentle blood along with it! will any one
think me a bit more of a gentleman for buying fifty
patents? Not a whit; I should only prove I was
worth so many thousand royals, not that I had
gentle blood in my veins, which can’t be bought at
any price. If a fellow’s been bald ever so long, and
buys him a fine wig, and claps it on; will his
neighbours think it is his own hair a bit the more?
No, they will say, ‘So and so has a fine wig; and,
what’s more, he must have paid handsomely for it
too.’ But they know his bald pate is safe under it
all the while. That’s all he gets by it.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Nay, sir, he gets to look younger and
handsomer, and keeps off sun and cold.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Tut! I’ll have none of your wig honour at
any price. My grandfather was a farmer, so was my
father, so is yours, and so shall you be after him.
Go, call your sister.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Isabel</span> and <span class="smcap">Ines</span>.</i></p>

<p>Oh, here she is. Daughter, our gracious king (whose
life God save these thousand years!) is on his way
to be crowned at Lisbon; thither the troops are
marching from all quarters, and among others that
fine veteran Flanders regiment, commanded by the
famous Don Lope de Figueroa, will march into<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_268"></a>[268]</span>
Zalamea, and be quartered here to-day; some of the
soldiers in my house. Is it not as well you should
be out of the way?</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Sir, ’twas upon this very errand I came to
you, knowing what nonsense I shall have to hear if I
stay below. My cousin and I can go up to the garret,
and there keep so close, the very sun shall not know
of our whereabout.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> That’s my good girl. Juanito, you wait here
to receive them in case they come while I am out
looking after their entertainment.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Come, Ines.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ines.</i> Very well—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though I’ve heard in a song what folly ’twould be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To try keep in a loft what won’t keep on the tree.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Captain and Sergeant.</i></p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> This is the house, sir.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Is my kit come?</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Yes, sir, and (<i>aside</i>) I’ll be the first to take
an inventory of the pretty daughter.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Welcome, sir, to our house; we count it a
great honour to have such a cavalier as yourself for
a guest, I assure you. (<i>Aside.</i>) What a fine fellow!
what an air! I long to try the uniform, somehow.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Thank you, my lad.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> You must forgive our poor house, which we
devoutly wish was a palace for your sake. My
father is gone after your supper, sir; may I go and
see that your chamber is got ready for you?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Thank you, thank you.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Your servant, sir.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_269"></a>[269]</span></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Sergeant.</i></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Well, sergeant, where’s the Dulcinea you
told me of?</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Deuce, take me, sir, if I haven’t been looking
everywhere in parlour, bed-room, kitchen, and
scullery, up-stairs and down-stairs, and can’t find her
out.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Oh, no doubt the old fellow has hid her
away for fear of us.</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Yes, I ask’d a serving wench, and she confess’d
her master had lock’d the girl up in the attic,
with strict orders not even to look out so long as we
were in the place.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Ah! these clodpoles are all so jealous of
the service. And what is the upshot? Why, I,
who didn’t care a pin to see her before, shall never
rest till I get at her now.</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> But how, without a blow-up?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Let me see; how shall we manage it?</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> The more difficult the enterprise, the more
glory in success, you know, in love as in war.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> I have it!</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Well, sir?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> You shall pretend—but no, here comes one
will serve my turn better.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span> and <span class="smcap">Chispa</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Chispa</span></i>). There he is; now if I can get
him into a good humour—</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Speak up then, like a man.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> I wish I’d some of your courage; but don’t<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_270"></a>[270]</span>
you leave me while I tackle him. Please your Honour—</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> (<i>to Sergeant</i>). I tell you I’ve my eye on
Rebolledo to do him a good turn; I like his spirit.</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Ah, he’s one of a thousand.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Here’s luck! Please your Honour—</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Oh, Rebolledo—Well, Rebolledo, what is it?</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> You may know I am a gentleman who has,
by ill luck, lost all his estate; all that ever I had,
have, shall have, may have, or can have, through all
the conjugation of the verb ‘<i>to have</i>.’ And I want
your Honour—</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Well?</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> To desire the ensign to appoint me roulette-master
to the regiment, so I may pay my liabilities
like a man of honour.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Quite right, quite right; I will see it done.</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Oh, brave captain! Oh, if I only live to
hear them all call me Madam Roulette!</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Shall I go at once and tell him?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Wait. I want you first to help me in a little
plan I have.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Out with it, noble captain. Slow said slow
sped, you know.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> You are a good fellow; listen. I want to
get into that attic there, for a particular purpose.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> And why doesn’t your Honour go up at once?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> I don’t like to do it in a strange house
without an excuse. Now look here; you and I will
pretend to quarrel; I get angry and draw my
sword, and you run away up-stairs, and I after you,
to the attic, that’s all; I’ll manage the rest.</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Ah, we get on famously.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_271"></a>[271]</span></p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> I understand. When are we to begin?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Now directly.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Very good. (<i>In a loud voice.</i>) This is the
reward of my services—a rascal, a pitiful scoundrel,
is preferred, when a man of honour—a man who has
seen service—</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Halloa! Rebolledo up! All is not so well.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Who has led you to victory—</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> This language to me, sir!</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Yes, to you, who have so grossly insulted and
defrauded—</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Silence! and think yourself lucky if I take
no further notice of your insolence.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> If I restrain myself, it is only because you
are my captain, and as such—but ’fore God, if my
cane were in my hand—</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> (<i>advancing</i>). Hold! Hold!</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> I’ll show you, sir, how to talk to me in this
way.</p>

<p class="right">(<i>Draws his sword.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> It is before your commission, not you, I
retreat.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> That shan’t save you, rascal!</p>

<p class="right">(<i>Pursues <span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span> out.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Oh, I shan’t be Madam Roulette after all.
Murder! murder!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit, calling.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i><span class="smcap">Isabel’s</span> Garret. <span class="smcap">Isabel</span> and <span class="smcap">Ines</span>.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Isab.</i> What noise is that on the stairs?</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Sanctuary! Sanctuary!</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Who are you, sir?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_272"></a>[272]</span></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Captain.</i></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Where is the rascal?</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> A moment, sir! This poor man has flown
to our feet for protection; I appeal to you for it;
and no man, and least of all an officer, will refuse
that to any woman.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> I swear no other arm than that of beauty,
and beauty such as yours, could have withheld me.
(<i>To <span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span>.</i>) You may thank the deity that
has saved you, rascal.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> And I thank you, sir.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> And yet ungratefully slay me with your eyes
in return for sparing him with my sword.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Oh, sir, do not mar the grace of a good deed
by poor compliment, and so make me less mindful
of the real thanks I owe you.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Wit and modesty kiss each other, as well
they may, in that lovely face. (<i>Kneels.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Heavens! my father!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Crespo</span> and <span class="smcap">Juan</span> with swords.</i></p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> How is this, sir? I am alarmed by cries of
murder in my house—am told you have pursued a
poor man up to my daughter’s room; and, when I
get here expecting to find you killing a man, I find
you courting a woman.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> We are all born subjects to some dominion—soldiers
especially to beauty. My sword, though
justly raised against this man, as justly fell at this
lady’s bidding.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> No lady, sir, if you please; but a plain
peasant girl—my daughter.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_273"></a>[273]</span></p>

<p><i>Juan</i> (<i>aside</i>). All a trick to get at her. My blood
boils. (<i>Aloud to Captain.</i>) I think, sir, you might
have seen enough of my father’s desire to serve you
to prevent your requiting him by such an affront as
this.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And, pray, who bid thee meddle, boy?
Affront! what affront? The soldier affronted his
captain; and if the captain has spared him for thy
sister’s sake, pray what hast thou to say against it?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> I think, young man, you had best consider
before you impute ill intention to an officer.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> I know what I know.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> What! you will go on, will you?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> It is out of regard for you I do not chastise him.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Wait a bit; if that were wanting, ’twould be
from his father, not from you.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> And, what’s more, I wouldn’t endure it from
any one but my father.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> You would not?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> No! death rather than such dishonour!</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> What, pray, is a clodpole’s idea of honour?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> The same as a captain’s—no clodpole no
captain, I can tell you.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> ’Fore Heaven, I must punish this insolence.
(<i>About to strike him.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> You must do it through me, then.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Eyes right!—Don Lope!</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Don Lope!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Lope</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> How now? A riot the very first thing I
find on joining the regiment? What is it all about?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_274"></a>[274]</span></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Awkward enough!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> (<i>aside</i>). By the lord, the boy would have
held his own with the best of ’em.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Well! No one answer me? ’Fore God,
I’ll pitch the whole house, men, women, and children,
out of windows, if you don’t tell me at once. Here
have I had to trail up your accursed stairs, and then
no one will tell me what for.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Nothing, nothing at all, sir.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Nothing? that would be the worst excuse
of all: but swords aren’t drawn for nothing; come, the truth?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Well, the simple fact is this, Don Lope; I
am quartered upon this house; and one of my soldiers—</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Well, sir, go on.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Insulted me so grossly I was obliged to
draw my sword on him. He ran up here where it
seems these two girls live; and I, not knowing there
was any harm, after him; at which these men, their
father or brother, or some such thing, take affront.
This is the whole business.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> I am just come in time then to settle it.
First, who is the soldier that began it with an act of
insubordination?</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> What, am I to pay the piper?</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> (<i>pointing to <span class="smcap">Reb.</span></i>). This, sir, was the man
who ran up first.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> This? handcuff him!</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Me! my lord?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> (<i>aside to <span class="smcap">Reb.</span></i>). Don’t blab, I’ll bear you
harmless.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Oh, I dare say, after being marcht off with
my hands behind me like a coward. Noble commander,
’twas the captain’s own doing; he made me<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_275"></a>[275]</span>
pretend a quarrel, that he might get up here to see the women.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> I <i>had</i> some cause for quarrel, you see.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Not enough to peril the peace of the town
for. Halloa there! beat all to quarters on pain of
death. And, to prevent further ill blood here, do
you (<i>to the Captain</i>) quarter yourself elsewhere till we
march. I’ll stop here.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> I shall of course obey you, sir.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Isabel</span></i>). Get you in. (<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Isab.</span>
and <span class="smcap">Ines</span>.</i>) I really ought to thank you heartily for
coming just as you did, sir; else, I’d done for myself.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> How so?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> I should have killed this popinjay.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> What, sir, a captain in his Majesty’s service?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Ay, a general, if he insulted me.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> I tell you, whoever lays his little finger on
the humblest private in the regiment, I’ll hang him.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And I tell you, whoever points his little
finger at my honour, I’ll cut him down before hanging.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Know you not, you are bound by your
allegiance to submit?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> To all cost of property, yes; but of honour,
no, no, no! My goods and chattels, ay, and my life—are
the king’s; but my honour is my own soul’s,
and that is—God Almighty’s!</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> ’Fore God, there’s some truth in what you say.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> ’Fore God, there ought to be, for I’ve been
some years saying it.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Well, well. I’ve come a long way, and this
leg of mine (which I wish the devil who gave it
would carry away with him!) cries for rest.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And who prevents its taking some? the
same devil I suppose, who gave you your leg, gave<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_276"></a>[276]</span>
me a bed (which I don’t want him to take away
again, however) on which your leg may lie if it
like.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> But did the devil, when he was about it,
make your bed as well as give it?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> To be sure he did.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Then I’ll unmake it—Heaven knows I’m
weary enough.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Heaven rest you then.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Devil or saint alike he echoes me.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> (<i>aside</i>). I and Don Lope never shall agree.</p>

<hr />

<h3>ACT II</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>In Zalamea.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Mendo</span> and <span class="smcap">Nuño</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Who told you all this?</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Ginesa, her wench.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> That, whether that riot in the house were
by accident or design, the captain has ended by
being really in love with Isabel.</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> So as he has as little of comfort in his
quarters as we of eatable in ours—ever under her
window, sending her messages and tokens by a nasty
little soldier of his.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Enough, enough of your poisoned news.</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Especially on an empty stomach.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Be serious, Nuño. And how does Isabel
answer him?</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> As she does you. Bless you, she’s meat for
your masters.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Rascal! This to me! (<i>Strikes him.</i>)</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_277"></a>[277]</span></p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> There! two of my teeth you’ve knockt out,
I believe: to be sure they weren’t of much use in
your service.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> By Heaven, I’ll do so to that captain, if—</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Take care, he’s coming, sir.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> (<i>aside to <span class="smcap">Nuño</span></i>). This duel shall be <i>now</i>—though
night be advancing on—before discretion
come to counsel milder means. Come, and help me arm.</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Lord bless me, sir, what arms have you
got except the coat over the door?</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> In my armoury I doubt not are some pieces
of my ancestors that will fit their descendant.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Captain, Sergeant, and <span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> I tell you my love is not a fancy; but a
passion, a tempest, a volcano.</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> What a pity it is you ever set eyes on the girl!</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> What answer did the servant give you?</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Nay, sir, I have told you.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> That a country wench should stand upon
her virtue as if she were a lady!</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> This sort of girls, captain, don’t understand
gentlemen’s ways. If a strapping lout in their own
line of life courted them in their own way, they’d
hear and answer quick enough. Besides, you really
expect too much, that a decent woman should listen
after one day’s courtship to a lover who is perhaps
to leave her to-morrow.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> And to-day’s sun setting!</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Your own love too, but from one glance—</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Is not one spark enough for gunpowder?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_278"></a>[278]</span></p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> You too, who would have it no country girl
could be worth a day’s courtship!</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Alas, ’twas that was my ruin—running
unawares upon a rock. I thought only to see a
splay-footed gawky, and found a goddess. Ah,
Rebolledo, could you but get me one more sight of
her!</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Well, captain, you have done me one good
turn, and though you had like to run me into danger,
I don’t mind venturing again for you.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> But how? how?</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Well, now, look here. We’ve a man in the
regiment with a fair voice, and my little Chispa—no
one like her for a flash song. Let’s serenade at the
girl’s window; she must, in courtesy or curiosity,
look out; and then—</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> But Don Lope is there, and we mustn’t
wake him.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Don Lope? When does he ever get asleep
with that leg of his, poor fellow? Besides, you can
mix along with us in disguise, so as at least <i>you</i>
won’t come into question.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Well, there is but this chance, if it be but a
faint one; for if we should march to-morrow!—come,
let us set about it; it being, as you say,
between ourselves that I have any thing to do with
it.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt Captain and Sergeant.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Chispa</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> He’s got it, at any rate.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> What’s the matter now, Chispa?</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Oh, I mark’d his face for him.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> What, a row?</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> A fellow there who began to ask questions<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_279"></a>[279]</span>
as to my fair play at roulette—when I was all as fair
as day too—I answered him with this. (<i>Showing a
knife.</i>) Well, he’s gone to the barber’s to get it
dressed.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> You still stand kicking when I want to get
to the fair. I wanted you with your castanets, not
your knife.</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Pooh! one’s as handy as the other. What’s up
now?</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Come with me to quarters; I’ll tell you as
we go along.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>A trellis of Vines in <span class="smcap">Crespo’s</span> garden.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Crespo</span> and <span class="smcap">Don Lope</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Lay the table here. (<i>To <span class="smcap">Lope</span>.</i>) You’ll
relish your supper here in the cool, sir. These hot
August days at least bring their cool nights by way
of excuse.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> A mighty pleasant parlour this!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Oh, a little strip my daughter amuses herself
with; sit down, sir. In place of the fine voices
and instruments you are used to, you must put up
with only the breeze playing on the vine leaves in
concert with the little fountain yonder. Even the
birds (our only musicians) are gone to bed, and
wouldn’t sing any the more if I were to wake them.
Come, sit down, sir, and try to ease that poor leg of
yours.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> I wish to heaven I could.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Amen!</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Well, I can at least bear it. Sit down,
Crespo.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_280"></a>[280]</span></p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Thank you, sir. (<i>Hesitating.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Sit down, sit down, pray.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Since you bid me then, you must excuse
my ill manners. (<i>Sits.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Humph! Do you know, I am thinking,
Crespo, that yesterday’s riot rather overset your good
ones.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Ay?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Why how else is it that you, whom I can
scarce get to sit down at all to-day, yesterday plump’d
yourself down at once, and in the big chair too?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Simply because yesterday you <i>didn’t</i> ask me.
To-day you are courteous, and I am shy.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Yesterday you were all thistle and hedgehog;
to-day as soft as silk.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> It is only because you yourself were so.
I always answer in the key I’m spoken to; yesterday
you were all out of tune, and so was I. It is my
principle to swear with the swearer, and pray with
the saint; all things to all men. So much so as I
declare to you your bad leg kept me awake all night.
And, by the by, I wish, now we are about it, you
would tell me which of your legs it is that ails you:
for, not knowing, I was obliged to make sure by
swearing at both of mine: and one at a time is quite
enough.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Well, Pedro, you will perhaps think I have
some reason for my tetchiness, when I tell you that
for thirty years during which I have served in the
Flemish wars through summer’s sun, and winter’s
frost, and enemy’s bullets, I have never known what
it is to be an hour without pain.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> God give you patience to bear it!</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Pish! can’t I give it myself?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Well, let him leave you alone then!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_281"></a>[281]</span></p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Devil take patience!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Ah, let him! he wants it; only it’s too good
a job for him.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Juan</span> with Table, etc.</i></p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Supper, sir!</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> But what are my people about, not to see to
all this?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Pardon my having been so bold to tell them
I and my family would wait upon you, so, as I hope,
you shall want for nothing.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> On one condition then, that as you have no
fear of your company now, your daughter may join
us at supper.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Juan, bid your sister come directly.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Juan</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> My poor health may quiet all suspicion on
that score, I think.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Sir, if you were as lusty as I wish you, I
should have no fear. I bid my daughter keep above
while the regiment was here because of the nonsense
soldiers usually talk to girls. If all were gentlemen
like you, I should be the first to make her wait on
them.</p>

<p><i>Lope</i> (<i>aside</i>). The cautious old fellow!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Juan, Isabel</span>, and <span class="smcap">Ines</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Crespo</span></i>). Your pleasure, sir?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> It is Don Lope’s, who honours you by bidding
you to sup with him.</p>

<p><i>Lope</i> (<i>aside</i>). What a fair creature!—Nay, ’tis I
that honour myself by the invitation.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_282"></a>[282]</span></p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Let me wait upon you.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Indeed no, unless waiting upon me mean
supping with me.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Sit down, sit down, girl, as Don Lope desires
you.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>They sit at table. Guitar heard within.</i></p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Music too!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> None of ours. It must be some of your
soldiers, Don Lope.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Ah, Crespo, the troubles and dangers of war
must have a little to sweeten them betimes. The
uniform sits very tight, and must be let out every
now and then.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Yet ’tis a fine life, sir.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Do you think you would like to follow it?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> If I might at your Excellency’s side.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Song</span> (<i>within</i>).</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">Ah for the red spring rose,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Down in the garden growing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Fading as fast as it blows,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Who shall arrest its going?</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Peep from thy window and tell,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Fairest of flowers, Isabel.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Lope</i> (<i>aside</i>). Pebbles thrown up at the window
too! But I’ll say nothing, for all sakes. (<i>Aloud.</i>)
What foolery!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Boys! Boys! (<i>Aside.</i>) To call her very
name too! If it weren’t for Don Lope—</p>

<p><i>Juan</i> (<i>going</i>). I’ll teach them—</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Holloa, lad, whither away?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> To see for a dish—</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> They’ll see after that. Sit still where thou
art.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_283"></a>[283]</span></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Song</span> (<i>within</i>).</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">Wither it would, but the bee</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Over the blossom hovers,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">And the sweet life ere it flee</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">With as sweet art recovers,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Sweetest at night in his cell,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Fairest of flowers, Isabel.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Isab.</i> (<i>aside</i>). How have I deserved this?</p>

<p><i>Lope</i> (<i>knocking over his chair</i>). This is not to be
borne!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> (<i>upsetting the table</i>). No more it is!</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> I meant my leg.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And I mine.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> I can eat no more, and will to bed.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Very good: so will I.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Good-night, good-night, to you all.</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Good-night, sir.</p>

<p><i>Lope</i> (<i>aside</i>). I’ll see to them.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> (<i>aside</i>). I’ll shut the girls up, and then look
after ’em. (<i>Aloud.</i>) Come, to bed. (<i>To <span class="smcap">Juan</span></i>)
Holloa, lad, again! This is the way to thy room, is
it not?</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt severally.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>Outside <span class="smcap">Crespo’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>The Captain, Sergeant, <span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span>, <span class="smcap">Chispa</span>, etc.,
with guitars. At one corner, <span class="smcap">Mendo</span> in old
armour, with <span class="smcap">Nuño</span>, observing them. It is dark.</i></p>

<p><i>Men.</i> (<i>aside to <span class="smcap">Nuño</span></i>). You see this?</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> And hear it.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> I am bloodily minded to charge into them
at once, and disperse them into chaos; but I will
see if she is guilty of answering them by a sign.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_284"></a>[284]</span></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> No glance from the window yet!</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Who’d stir for a sentimental love song?
Come, Chispa, you can give us one that would make
her look out of the grave.</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Here am I on my pedestal. Now for it.
(<i>She sings.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">There once was a certain Sampayo</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Of Andalusia the fair;</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">A Major he was in the service,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">And a very fine coat did he wear.</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">And one night, as to-night it might happen,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">That as he was going his round,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">With the Garlo half drunk in a tavern—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Reb.</i> <i>Asonante</i> to ‘<i>happen</i>’ you know.</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Don’t put me out, Rebolledo—— (<i>Sings.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">With the Garlo half drunk in a tavern</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">His lovely Chillona he found.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">With the Garlo half drunk in a tavern</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">His lovely Chillona he found.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Second Stanza.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">Now this Garlo, as chronicles tell us,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Although rather giv’n to strong drinks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Was one of those terrible fellows</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Is down on a man ere he winks.</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">And so while the Major all weeping</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Upbraided his lady unkind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">The Garlo behind him came creeping</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">And laid on the Major behind.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse center"><span class="smcap">Chorus.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">The Garlo, etc.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_285"></a>[285]</span></p>

<p class="center">(<i>During Chorus, <span class="smcap">Don Lope</span> and <span class="smcap">Crespo</span> have
entered at different sides with swords, and begin
to lay about them.</i>)</p>

<table class="jt">
<tr>
<td>
<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cres.</i> What something in this way, perhaps!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lope.</i> After this fashion, may-be!</div>
  </div>
</div>
</td>
<td class="valign" rowspan="2">} Together.</td>
</tr>
</table>

<p class="right">(<i>The soldiers are driven off.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Well, we’re quit of them, except one. But
I’ll soon settle him.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> One still hanging about. Off with you!</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Off with <i>you</i>, rascal! (<i>They fight.</i>) By
Heaven, he fights well!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> By Heaven, a handy chap at his tool!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Juan</span> with sword and torch.</i></p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Where is Don Lope?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Crespo!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Don Lope!</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> To be sure, didn’t you say you were going
to bed?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And didn’t you?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> This was my quarrel, not yours.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Very well, and I come out to help you in it.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Re-enter Captain and Soldiers with swords.</i></p>

<p><i>1st Sold.</i> We’ll soon settle them.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Don Lope!</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Yes, Don Lope. What is all this, sir?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> The soldiers were singing and playing in the
street, sir, doing no offence to any one, but were set<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_286"></a>[286]</span>
upon by some of the town’s people, and I came to
stop the riot.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> You have done well, Don Alvaro, I know
your prudence; however, as there is a grudge on
both sides, I shall not visit the town’s people this time
with further severity; but, for the sake of all parties,
order the regiment to march from Zalamea to-morrow—nay,
to-day, for it is now dawn. See to it, sir:
and let me hear of no such disgraceful riots hereafter.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> I shall obey your orders, sir.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit with soldiers, etc.</i></p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Don Lope is a fine fellow! we shall
cog together after all.</p>

<p><i>Lope</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Crespo</span> and <span class="smcap">Juan</span></i>). You two keep with
me, and don’t be found alone.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Re-enter <span class="smcap">Mendo</span>, and <span class="smcap">Nuño</span> wounded.</i></p>

<p><i>Men.</i> ’Tis only a scratch.</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> A scratch? Well, I could well have spared
that.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Ah, what is it compared to the wound in
my heart!</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> I would gladly exchange for all that.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Well, he did lay upon your head handsomely,
didn’t he?</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> Ah, and on my tail too; while you, under
that great shield of yours,—</p>

<p class="right">(<i>Drum.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> Hark! what’s that?</p>

<p><i>Nuñ.</i> The soldiers’ reveille. I heard say they were
to leave Zalamea to-day.</p>

<p><i>Men.</i> I am glad of it, since they’ll carry that
detestable captain off with them at all events.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_287"></a>[287]</span></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span>—<i>Outside Zalamea.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Captain, Sergeant, <span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span>, and <span class="smcap">Chispa</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> March you on, Sergeant, with the troop.
I shall lie here till sun-down, and then steal back to
Zalamea for one last chance.</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> If you are resolved on this, sir, you had
better do it well attended, for these bumpkins are
dangerous, once affronted.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Where, however, (and you ought to tip me
for my news,) you have one worst enemy the less.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Who’s that?</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Isabel’s brother. Don Lope and the lad
took a fancy to each other and have persuaded the
old father to let him go for a soldier; and I have
only just met him as proud as a peacock, with all the
sinew of the swain and the spirit of the soldier already about him.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> All works well; there is now only the old
father at home, who can easily be disposed of. It
only needs that he who brought me this good news
help me to use it.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Me do you mean, sir? So I will, to the best of my power.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Good; you shall go with me.</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> But if Don Lope should happen on you?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> He is himself obliged to set off to Guadalupe
this evening, as the king is already on the road.
This I heard from himself when I went to take his
orders. Come with me, Sergeant, and settle about
the troops marching, and then for my own campaign.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt Captain and Sergeant.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_288"></a>[288]</span></p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> And what am I to do, Rebolledo, meanwhile?
I shan’t be safe alone with that fellow whose face I
sent to be stitcht by the barber.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Ah, how to manage about that? You
wouldn’t dare go with us?</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Not in petticoats; but in the clothes of that
run-away stable boy? I can step into them free of expense.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> That’s a brave girl.</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> (<i>singing</i>).</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent16">And now who shall say</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The love of a soldier’s wife lasts but a day?</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene V.</span>—<i><span class="smcap">Crespo’s</span> Garden Porch.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Don Lope</span>, <span class="smcap">Crespo</span>, <span class="smcap">Juan</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> I have much to thank you for, Crespo, but
for nothing so much as for giving me your son for a
soldier. I do thank you for that with all my heart.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> I am proud he should be your servant.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> The king’s! the king’s—<i>my</i> friend. I took
a fancy to him from the first for his spirit and affection
to the service.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> And I will follow you to the world’s end, ]
sir.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Though you must make allowance for his
awkwardness at first, sir, remembering he has only
had ploughmen for teachers, and plough and pitchforks
for books.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> He needs no apology. And now the sun’s
heat abates towards his setting, I will be off.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> I will see for the litter.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_289"></a>[289]</span></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Isabel</span> and <span class="smcap">Ines</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> You must not go, sir, without our adieu.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> I would not have done so; nor without
asking pardon for much that is past, and even for
what I am now about to do. But remember, fair
Isabel, ’tis not the price of the gift, but the good will
of the giver makes its value. This brooch, though of
diamond, becomes poor in your hands, and yet I
would fain have you wear it in memory of Don Lope.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> I take it ill you should wish to repay us for
an entertainment—</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> No, no, no repayment; that were impossible
if I wished it. A free keepsake of regard.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> As such I receive it then, sir. Ah, may I
make bold to commit my brother to your kindness?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Indeed, indeed, you may rely on me.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Juan</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> The litter is ready.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Adieu, then, all.</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Adieu, adieu, sir.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Ha, Peter! who, judging from our first meeting,
could have prophesied we should part such good
friends?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> I could, sir, had I but known—</p>

<p><i>Lope</i> (<i>going</i>). Well?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> That you were at once as good as crazy.
(<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Lope</span>.</i>) And now, Juan, before going, let me
give thee a word of advice in presence of thy sister and
cousin; thou and thy horse will easily overtake Don
Lope, advice and all. By God’s grace, boy, thou
comest of honourable if of humble stock; bear both<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_290"></a>[290]</span>
in mind, so as neither to be daunted from trying to
rise, nor puffed up so as to be sure to fall. How
many have done away the memory of a defect by
carrying themselves modestly; while others again
have gotten a blemish only by being too proud of
being born without one. There is a just humility
that will maintain thine own dignity, and yet make
thee insensible to many a rub that galls the proud spirit.
Be courteous in thy manner, and liberal of thy purse;
for ’tis the hand to the bonnet and in the pocket that
makes friends in this world; of which to gain one
good, all the gold the sun breeds in India, or the
universal sea sucks down, were a cheap purchase.
Speak no evil of women; I tell thee the meanest of
them deserves our respect; for of women do we not
all come? Quarrel with no one but with good cause;
by the Lord, over and over again, when I see masters
and schools of arms among us, I say to myself, ‘This
is not the thing we want at all, <i>How to fight</i>, but
<i>Why to fight</i>? that is the lesson we want to learn.’
And I verily believe if but one master of the <i>Why to
fight</i> advertised among us he would carry off all the
scholars. Well—enough—You have not (as you
once said to me) my advice this time on an empty
stomach—a fair outfit of clothes and money—a good
horse—and a good sword—these, together with Don
Lope’s countenance, and my blessing—I trust in God
to live to see thee home again with honour and
advancement on thy back. My son, God bless thee!
There—And now go—for I am beginning to play the woman.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Your words will live in my heart, sir, so
long as it lives. (<i>He kisses his father’s hand.</i>) Sister!
(<i>He embraces her.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Would I could hold you back in my arms!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_291"></a>[291]</span></p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Adieu, cousin!</p>

<p><i>Ines.</i> I can’t speak.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Be off, else I shall never let thee go—and
my word is given!</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> God bless you all!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Oh, you never should have let him go, sir.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> (<i>aside</i>). I shall do better now. (<i>Aloud.</i>)
Pooh, why, what the deuce could I have done with
him at home here all his life—a lout—a scape-grace
perhaps. Let him go serve his king.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Leaving us by night too!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Better than by day, child, at this
season—Pooh!—— (<i>Aside.</i>) I must hold up before them.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Come, sir, let us in.</p>

<p><i>Ines.</i> No, no, cousin, e’en let us have a little fresh
air now the soldiers are gone.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> True—and here I may watch my Juan along
the white, white road. Let us sit.</p>

<p class="right">(<i>They sit.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Is not this the day, sir, when the Town
Council elects its officers?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Ay, indeed, in August—so it is. And
indeed this very day.</p>

<p class="center">(<i>As they talk together, the Captain, Sergeant,
<span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span>, and <span class="smcap">Chispa</span> steal in.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> (<i>whispering</i>). ’Tis she! you know our plan;
I seize her, and you look to the others.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> What noise is that?</p>

<p><i>Ines.</i> Who are these?</p>

<p class="center">(<i>The Captain seizes and carries off <span class="smcap">Isabel</span>—the
Sergeant and <span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span> seize <span class="smcap">Crespo</span>.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> (<i>within</i>). My father! My father!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Villains! A sword! A sword!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_292"></a>[292]</span></p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Kill him at once.</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> No, no.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> We must carry him off with us then, or his
cries will rouse the town.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt, carrying <span class="smcap">Crespo</span>.</i></p>

<hr />

<h3>ACT III</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A Wood near Zalamea. It is dark.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Isabel</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Oh never, never might the light of day arise
and show me to myself in my shame! Oh, fleeting
morning star, mightest thou never yield to the dawn
that even now presses on thy azure skirts! And
thou, great Orb of all, do thou stay down in the cold
ocean foam; let night for once advance her trembling
empire into thine! For once assert thy voluntary
power to hear and pity human misery and prayer,
nor hasten up to proclaim the vilest deed that
Heaven, in revenge on man, has written on his guilty
annals! Alas! even as I speak, thou liftest thy
bright, inexorable face above the hills! Oh! horror!
What shall I do? whither turn my tottering feet?
Back to my own home? and to my aged father,
whose only joy it was to see his own spotless honour
spotlessly reflected in mine, which now—And yet if
I return not, I leave calumny to make my innocence
accomplice in my own shame! Oh that I had
stayed to be slain by Juan over my slaughtered
honour! But I dared not meet his eyes even to
die by his hand. Alas!—Hark! What is that
noise?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_293"></a>[293]</span></p>

<p><i>Crespo</i> (<i>within</i>). Oh in pity slay me at once!</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> One calling for death like myself?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Whoever thou art—</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> That voice!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>Another place in the Wood. <span class="smcap">Crespo</span>
tied to a tree.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter to him <span class="smcap">Isabel</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> My father!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Isabel! Unbind these cords, my child.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> I dare not—I dare not yet, lest you kill
before you hear my story—and you must hear
that.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> No more, no more! Misery needs no
remembrancer.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> It must be.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Alas! Alas!</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Listen for the last time. You know how,
sitting last night under the shelter of those white
hairs in which my maiden youth had grown, those
wretches, whose only law is force, stole upon us.
He who had feigned that quarrel in our house, seizing
and tearing me from your bosom as a lamb from the
fold, carried me off; my own cries stifled, yours dying
away behind me, and yet ringing in my ears like the
sound of a trumpet that has ceased!—till here, where
out of reach of pursuit,—all dark—the very moon
lost from heaven—the wretch began with passionate
lies to excuse his violence by his love—his love!—I
implored, wept, threatened, all in vain—the villain—But
my tongue will not utter what I must weep in
silence and ashes for ever! Yet let these quivering
hands and heaving bosom, yea, the very tongue that<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_294"></a>[294]</span>
cannot speak, speak loudliest! Amid my shrieks,
entreaties, imprecations, the night began to wear away
and dawn to creep into the forest. I heard a rustling
in the leaves; it was my brother—who in the twilight
understood all without a word—drew the sword
you had but just given him—they fought—and I,
blind with terror, shame, and anguish, fled till—till
at last I fell before your feet, my father, to tell you
my story before I die! And now I undo the cords
that keep your hands from my wretched life. So—it
is done! and I kneel before you—your daughter—your
disgrace and my own. Avenge us both; and
revive your dead honour in the blood of her you gave
life to!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Rise, Isabel; rise, my child. God has
chosen thus to temper the cup that prosperity might
else have made too sweet. It is thus he writes
instruction in our hearts: let us bow down in all
humility to receive it. Come, we will home, my
Isabel, lean on me. (<i>Aside.</i>) ’Fore Heaven, an’ I
catch that captain! (<i>Aloud.</i>) Come, my girl!
Courage! so.</p>

<p><i>Voice</i> (<i>within</i>). Crespo! Peter Crespo!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Hark!</p>

<p><i>Voice.</i> Peter! Peter Crespo!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Who calls?</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Notary.</i></p>

<p><i>Not.</i> Peter Crespo! Oh, here you are at last!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Well?</p>

<p><i>Not.</i> Oh, I’ve had a rare chase. Come—a largess
for my news! The corporation have elected you Mayor.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Me!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_295"></a>[295]</span></p>

<p><i>Not.</i> Indeed. And already you are wanted in
your office. The king is expected almost directly
through the town; and, beside that, the captain who
disturbed us all so yesterday has been brought back
wounded—mortally, it is thought—but no one knows
by whom.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> (<i>to himself</i>). And so when I was meditating
revenge, God himself puts the rod of justice into my
hands! How shall I dare myself outrage the law
when I am made its keeper? (<i>Aloud.</i>) Well, sir, I
am very grateful to my fellow-townsmen for their
confidence.</p>

<p><i>Not.</i> They are even now assembled at the town-hall,
to commit the wand to your hands; and indeed,
as I said, want you instantly.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Come then.</p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Oh, my father!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Ay, who can now see that justice is done
you. Courage! Come.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>A room in Zalamea.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter the Captain wounded, and Sergeant.</i></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> It was but a scratch after all. Why on
earth bring me back to this confounded place?</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Who could have known it was but a scratch
till ’twas cured? Would you have liked to be left to
bleed to death in the wood?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Well, it is cured however: and now to get
clear away before the affair gets wind. Are the
others here?</p>

<p><i>Serg.</i> Yes, sir.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_296"></a>[296]</span></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Let us be off then before these fellows
know; else we shall have to fight for it.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Oh, sir, the magistrates are coming!</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Well, what’s that to me?</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> I only say they are at the door.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> All the better. It will be their duty to
prevent any riot the people might make if they knew
of our being here.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> They know, and are humming about it through
the town.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> I thought so. The magistrates must interfere,
and then refer the cause to a court martial,
where, though the affair is awkward, I shall manage
to come off.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> (<i>within</i>). Shut the doors; any soldier trying
to pass, cut him down!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Crespo</span>, with the wand of office in his hand, Constables, Notary, etc.</i></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Who is it dares give such an order?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And why not?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Crespo! Well, sir. The stick you are so
proud of has no jurisdiction over a soldier.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> For the love of Heaven don’t discompose
yourself, captain; I am only come to have a few
words with you, and, if you please, alone.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Well then, (<i>to soldiers, etc.</i>) retire awhile.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> (<i>to his people.</i>) And you—but hark ye;
remember my orders.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt Notary, Constables, etc.</i></p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And now, sir, that I have used my authority
to make you listen, I will lay it by, and talk to you<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_297"></a>[297]</span>
as man to man. (<i>He lays down the wand.</i>) We are
alone, Don Alvaro, and can each of us vent what is
swelling in his bosom; in mine at least, till it is like
to burst!</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Well, sir?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Till last night (let me say it without offence)
I knew not, except perhaps my humble birth, a
single thing fortune had left me to desire. Of such
estate as no other farmer in the district; honoured
and esteemed (as now appears) by my fellow-townsmen,
who neither envied me my wealth, nor taunted me
as an upstart; and this even in a little community,
whose usual, if not worst, fault it is to canvass each
other’s weaknesses. I had a daughter too—virtuously
and modestly brought up, thanks to her whom heaven
now holds! Whether fair, let what has passed—But
I will leave what I may to silence—would to God I
could leave all, and I should not now be coming on
this errand to you! But it may not be:—you must
help time to redress a wound so great, as, in spite of
myself, makes cry a heart not used to overflow. I
must have redress. And how? The injury is done—by
you: I might easily revenge myself for so
public and shameful an outrage, but I would have
retribution, not revenge. And so, looking about,
and considering the matter on all sides, I see but
one way which perhaps will not be amiss for either
of us. It is this. You shall forthwith take all my
substance, without reserve of a single farthing for
myself or my son, only what you choose to allow us;
you shall even brand us on back or forehead, and
sell us like slaves or mules by way of adding to the
fortune I offer you—all this, and what you will
beside, if only you will with it take my daughter to
wife, and restore the honour you have robbed. You<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_298"></a>[298]</span>
will not surely eclipse your own in so doing; your
children will still be your children if my grandchildren;
and ’tis an old saying in Castile, you know, that,
“’Tis the horse redeems the saddle.” This is what
I have to propose. Behold, (<i>he kneels</i>,) upon my
knees I ask it—upon my knees, and weeping such
tears as only a father’s anguish melts from his frozen
locks! And what is my demand? But that you
should restore what you have robbed; so fatal for us
to lose, so easy for you to restore; which I could
myself now wrest from you by the hand of the law,
but which I rather implore of you as a mercy on my
knees!</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> You have done at last? Tiresome old
man! You may think yourself lucky I do not add
your death, and that of your son, to what you call
your dishonour. ’Tis your daughter saves you both;
let that be enough for all. As to the wrong you
talk of, if you would avenge it by force, I have little
to fear. As to your magistrate’s stick there, it does
not reach my profession at all.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Once more I implore you—</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Have done—have done!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Will not these tears—</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Who cares for the tears of a woman, a child,
or an old man?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> No pity?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> I tell you I spare your life, and your son’s:
pity enough.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Upon my knees, asking back my own at
your hands that robbed me?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Nonsense!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Who could extort it if I chose.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> I tell you you could not.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> There is no remedy then?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_299"></a>[299]</span></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Except silence, which I recommend you as
the best.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> You are resolved?</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> I am.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> (<i>rising and resuming his wand</i>). Then, by
God, you shall pay for it! Ho there!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Constables, etc.</i></p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> What are these fellows about?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Take this captain to prison.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> To prison! you can’t do it.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> We’ll see.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Am I a bonâ fide officer or not?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And am I a straw magistrate or not? Away
with him!</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> The king shall hear of this.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> He shall—doubt it not—perhaps to-day;
and shall judge between us. By the by, you had
best deliver up your sword before you go.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> My sword!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Under arrest, you know.</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Well—take it with due respect then.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Oh yes, and you too. Hark ye, (<i>to Constable,
etc.</i>) carry the captain with due respect to Bridewell;
and there with due respect clap on him a chain and
hand-cuffs; and not only him, but all that were with
him, (all with due respect,) respectfully taking care
they communicate not together. For I mean with
all due respect to examine them on the business, and
if I get sufficient evidence, with the most infinite
respect of all, I’ll wring you by the neck till you’re
dead, by God!</p>

<p><i>Capt.</i> Set a beggar on horseback!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>They carry him off.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_300"></a>[300]</span></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Notary and others with <span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span>, and <span class="smcap">Chispa</span> in boy’s dress.</i></p>

<p><i>Not.</i> This fellow and the page are all we could
get hold of. The other got off.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Ah, this is the rascal who sung. I’ll make
him sing on t’other side of his mouth.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Why, is singing a crime, sir?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> So little that I’ve an instrument shall make
you do it as you never did before. Will you confess?</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> What am I to confess?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> What passed last night.</p>

<p><i>Reb.</i> Your daughter can tell you that better than I.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Villain, you shall die for it!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Deny all, Rebolledo, and you shall be the
hero of a ballad I’ll sing.</p>

<p><i>Not.</i> And you too were of the singing party?</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Ah, ah, and if I was, you can’t put me to
the question.</p>

<p><i>Not.</i> And why not, pray?</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> The law forbids you.</p>

<p><i>Not.</i> Oh, indeed, the law? How so pray?</p>

<p><i>Chis.</i> Because I’m in the way ladies like to be
who love Rebolledo.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt, carried off, etc.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene IV.</span>—<i>A Room in <span class="smcap">Crespo’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Juan</span> pursuing <span class="smcap">Isabel</span> with a dagger.</i></p>

<p><i>Isab.</i> Help, help, help!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> You must not live!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_301"></a>[301]</span></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Crespo</span>, who arrests him.</i></p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Hold! What is this?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> My father! To avenge our shame—</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Which is to be avenged by other means, and
not by you. How come you here?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Sent back by Don Lope last night, to see
after some missing soldiers, on approaching the town
I heard some cries—</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And drew your sword on your officer, whom
you wounded, and are now under arrest from me for
doing it.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Father!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And Mayor of Zalamea. Within there!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Constables.</i></p>

<p>Take him to prison.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Your own son, sir?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Ay, sir, my own father, if he transgressed the
law I am made guardian of. Off with him! (<i>They
carry off <span class="smcap">Juan</span>.</i>) So I shall keep him out of harm’s
way at least. And now for a little rest. (<i>He lays by
his wand.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> (<i>calling within</i>). Stop! Stop!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Who’s that calling without? Don Lope!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Lope</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Ay, Peter, and on a very confounded
business too. But at least I would not put up any
where but at your friendly house.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> You are too good. But, indeed, what
makes you back, sir, so suddenly?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> A most disgraceful affair; the greatest insult to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_302"></a>[302]</span>
the service! One of my soldiers overtook me on the
road, flying at full speed, and told me—Oh, the rascal!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Well, sir?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> That some little pettifogging mayor of the
place had got hold of a captain in my regiment, and
put him in prison! In prison! ’Fore Heaven, I
never really felt this confounded leg of mine till
to-day, that it prevented me jumping on horseback at
once to punish this trumpery Jack-in-office as he
deserves. But here I am, and, by the Lord, I’ll thrash
him within an inch of his life!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> You will?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Will I!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> But will he stand your thrashing?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Stand it or not, he shall have it.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Besides, might your captain happen to
deserve what he met with?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> And, if he did, <i>I</i> am his judge, not a
trumpery mayor.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> This mayor is an odd sort of customer to
deal with, I assure you.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Some obstinate clodpole, I suppose.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> So obstinate, that if he’s made up his mind
to hang your captain, he’ll do it.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Will he? I’ll see to that. And if you wish
to see too, only tell me where I can find him.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Oh, close here.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> You know him?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Very well, I believe.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> And who is it?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Peter Crespo. (<i>Takes his wand.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> By God, I suspected it.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> By God, you were right.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Well, Crespo, what’s said is said.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And, Don Lope, what’s done is done.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_303"></a>[303]</span></p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> I tell you, I want my captain.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And I tell you, I’ve got him.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Do you know he is the king’s officer?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Do you know he ravished my daughter?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> That you are out-stripping your authority in
meddling with him?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Not more than he his in meddling with me.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Do you know my authority supersedes yours?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Do you know I tried first to get him to do
me justice with no authority at all, but the offer of
all my estate?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> I tell you, <i>I’ll</i> settle the business for you.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And I tell you I never leave to another what
I can do for myself.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> I tell you once more and for all, I must
have my man.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And I tell you once more and for all, you
shall—when you have cleared him of the depositions.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> The depositions! What are they?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Oh, only a few sheets of parchment tagged together
with the evidence of his own soldiers against him.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Pooh! I’ll go myself, and take him from the
prison.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Do, if you like an arquebuss ball through
your body.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> I am accustomed to that. But I’ll make
sure. Within there!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter Orderly.</i></p>

<p>Have the regiment to the market-place directly under
arms, I’ll see if I’m to have my prisoner or not.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> And I—Hark ye!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit, whispering to a Constable.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_304"></a>[304]</span></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene V.</span>—<i>Before the Prison in Zalamea.
A Street in the centre.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter on one side <span class="smcap">Don Lope</span> with Troops; at the
other, before the Prison, Labourers, Constables,
etc. armed: and afterward, <span class="smcap">Crespo</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Soldiers, there is the prison where your
captain lies. If he be not given up instantly at my
last asking, set fire to the prison; and, if further
resistance be made, to the whole town.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Friends and fellow-townsmen, there is the
prison where lies a rascal capitally convicted—</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> They grow stronger and stronger. Forward,
men, forward! (<i>As the Soldiers are about to advance,
trumpets and shouts of ‘God save the King,’ within.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> The king!</p>

<p><i>All.</i> The king!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">King Philip II.</span> through centre Street, with
Train, etc. Shouting, Trumpets, etc.</i></p>

<p><i>King.</i> What is all this?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> ’Tis well your Majesty came so suddenly, or
you would have had one of your whole towns by way
of bonfire on your progress.</p>

<p><i>King.</i> What has happened?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> The mayor of this place has had the
impudence to seize a captain in your Majesty’s
service, clap him in prison, and refuses to surrender
him to me, his commander.</p>

<p><i>King.</i> Where is this mayor?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Here, so please your Majesty.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_305"></a>[305]</span></p>

<p><i>King.</i> Well, Mr. Mayor, what have you to offer in
defence?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> These papers, my Liege: in which this
same captain is clearly proved guilty, on the evidence
of his own soldiers, of carrying off and violating a
maiden in a desolate place, and refusing her the
satisfaction of marriage though peaceably entreated
to it by her father with the endowment of all his substance.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> This same mayor, my Liege, is the girl’s
father.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> What has that to do with it? If another
man had come to me under like circumstances,
should I not have done him like justice? To be
sure. And therefore, why not do for my own
daughter what I should do for another’s? Besides,
I have just done justice against my own son for
striking his captain; why should I be suspected of
straining it in my daughter’s favour? But here is
the process; let his Majesty see for himself if the
case be made out. The witnesses are at hand too;
and if they or any one can prove I have suborned
any evidence, or any way acted with partiality to
myself, or malice to the captain, let them come
forward, and let my life pay for it instead of his.</p>

<p><i>King</i> (<i>after reading the papers</i>). I see not but the
charge is substantiated: and ’tis indeed a heavy one.
Is there any one here to deny these depositions?
(<i>Silence.</i>) But, be the crime proved, <i>you</i> have no
authority to judge or punish it. You must let the prisoner go.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> You must send for him then, please your
Majesty. In little towns like this, where public
officers are few, the deliberative is forced sometimes
to be the executive also.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_306"></a>[306]</span></p>

<p><i>King.</i> What do you mean?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Your Majesty will see. (<i>The prison gates
open, and the Captain is seen within, garrotted in a
chair.</i>)</p>

<p><i>King.</i> And you have dared, sir!—</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Your Majesty said the sentence was just;
and what is well said cannot be ill done.</p>

<p><i>King.</i> Could you not have left it for my imperial
Court to execute?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> All your Majesty’s justice is only one great
body with many hands; if a thing be to be done,
what matter by which? Or what matter erring in
the inch, if one be right in the ell?</p>

<p><i>King.</i> At least you might have beheaded him, as
an officer and a gentleman.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Please your Majesty, we have so few
Hidalgos hereabout, that our executioner is out of
practice at beheading. And this, after all, depends
on the dead gentleman’s taste; if he don’t complain,
I don’t think any one else need for him.</p>

<p><i>King.</i> Don Lope, the thing is done; and, if
unusually, not unjustly—Come, order all your
soldiers away with me toward Portugal; where I
must be with all despatch. For you—— (<i>to <span class="smcap">Crespo</span></i>)
what is your name?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Peter Crespo, please your Majesty.</p>

<p><i>King.</i> Peter Crespo, then, I appoint you perpetual
Mayor of Zalamea. And so farewell.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit with Train.</i></p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> (<i>kneeling</i>). God save your Highness!</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Friend Peter, his Highness came just in time.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> For your captain, do you mean?</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Come now—confess, wouldn’t it have been
better to have given up the prisoner, who, at my<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_307"></a>[307]</span>
instance, would have married your daughter, saved
her reputation, and made her wife of an Hidalgo?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Thank you, Don Lope, she has chosen to
enter a convent and be the bride of one who is no
respecter of Hidalgos.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Well, well, you will at least give me up the
other prisoners, I suppose?</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Bring them out. (<i><span class="smcap">Juan</span>, <span class="smcap">Rebolledo</span>,
<span class="smcap">Chispa</span>, brought out.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Your son too!</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Yes, ’twas he wounded his captain, and I
must punish him.</p>

<p><i>Lope.</i> Come, come, you have done enough—at
least give <i>him</i> up to his commander.</p>

<p><i>Cres.</i> Eh? well, perhaps so; I’ll leave his
punishment to you.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">With which now this true story ends—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pardon its many errors, friends.</div>
  </div>
</div>

</div>

<p>Mr. Ticknor thinks Calderon took the hint of this play from
Lope de Vega’s ‘Wise Man at Home’; and he quotes (though
without noticing this coincidence) a reply of Lope’s hero to
some one advising him to assume upon his wealth, that is much
of a piece with Crespo’s answer to Juan on a like score in the
first act of this piece. Only that in Lope the answer <i>is</i> an
answer: which, as Juan says, in Calderon it is not; so likely
to happen with a borrowed answer.</p>

<p>This is Mr. Ticknor’s version from the older play:</p>

<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">He that was born to live in humble state</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Makes but an awkward knight, do what you will.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My father means to die as he has lived,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The same plain collier that he always was;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I too must an honest ploughman die.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis but a single step or up or down;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For men there must be that will plough or dig,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And when the vase has once been filled, be sure</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Twill always savour of what first it held.</div>
  </div>
</div>
</div>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_308"></a>[308]</span></p>

<p>I must observe of the beginning of Act III., that in this
translation Isabel’s speech is intentionally reduced to prose, not
only in measure of words, but in some degree of idea also. It
would have been far easier to make at least verse of almost the
most elevated and purely beautiful piece of Calderon’s poetry I
know; a speech (the beginning of it) worthy of the Greek
Antigone, which, after two Acts of homely talk, Calderon has
put into his <i>Labradora’s</i> mouth. This, admitting for all
culmination of passion, and Spanish passion, must excuse my
tempering it to the key in which (measure only kept) Calderon
himself sets out.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_309"></a>[309]</span></p>

<hr />

<div class="chapter">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_310"></a>[310]</span></p>

<h2 class="nobreak" id="BEWARE_OF_SMOOTH_WATER">BEWARE OF SMOOTH WATER</h2>

</div>

<hr />

<h3>DRAMATIS PERSONÆ</h3>

<table summary="Dramatis personæ">
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Alonso</span></td>
    <td></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Donna Clara</span></td>
    <td rowspan="2" class="valign">} <i>his Daughters.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Donna Eugenia</span></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Torribio</span></td>
    <td><i>his Nephew.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Mari Nuño</span></td>
    <td rowspan="3" class="valign">} <i>his Servants.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Brigida</span></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Otañez</span></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Felix</span></td>
    <td rowspan="3" class="valign">} <i>Gallants.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Juan</span></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Don Pedro</span></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Hernando</span></td>
    <td><i>Don Felix’s Servant.</i></td>
  </tr>
</table>

<hr />

<div class="drama">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_311"></a>[311]</span></p>

<h3>ACT I</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A Room in <span class="smcap">Don Alonso’s</span> House at Madrid.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alonso</span> and <span class="smcap">Otañez</span>, meeting.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Otañ.</i> My own dear master!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad22">Welcome, good Otañez,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My old and trusty servant!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Otañ.</i> <span class="pad20">Have I lived</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To see what I so long have longed to see,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My dear old master home again!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad24">You could not</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Long for ’t, Otañez, more than I myself.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What wonder, when my daughters, who, you know,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are the two halves that make up my whole heart,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Silently called me home, and silently</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(For maiden duty still gagged filial love)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out of the country shade where both have grown,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Urged me to draw the blossom of their youth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where it might ripen in its proper day.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Otañ.</i> Indeed, indeed, sir. Oh that my dear lady</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were but alive to see this happy hour!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> Nay, good Otañez, mar it not recalling</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_312"></a>[312]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">What, ever sleeping in the memory,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Needs but a word to waken into tears.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">God have her in his keeping! He best knows</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How I have suffered since the king, my master,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Despatching me with charge to Mexico,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I parted from her ne’er to see her more;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now come back to find her gone for ever!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know ’twas not the long and roaring seas</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Frighted her for herself, but these two girls—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For them she stayed—and full of years and honour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Died, when God willed! and I have hastened home</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well as I may, to take into my hands</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The charge death slipped from hers.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Otañ.</i> <span class="pad30">Your own good self!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though were there ever father, who could well</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have left that charge to others, it was you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your daughters so religiously brought up</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In convent with their aunt at Alcalá.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well, you are come, and God be praised for it!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, at your bidding, here are they, and I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And good old Mari Nuño—all come up</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To meet you at Madrid. I could not wait</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The coach’s slower pace, but must spur on</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To kiss my old master’s hand.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad24">Myself had gone</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To meet them; but despatches of the king’s</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Prevented me. They’re well?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices</i> (<i>within</i>). <span class="pad8">Make way there—way!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Otañ.</i> And lovely as the dawn. And hark! are here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To answer for themselves.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Clara</span>, <span class="smcap">Eugenia</span>, <span class="smcap">Mari Nuño</span>, as from travel.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara</i> (<i>kneeling</i>). Sir, and my father—by my daily prayers</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_313"></a>[313]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Heaven, won at last in suffering me to kiss</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">These honoured hands, leaves me no more to ask,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than at these honoured feet to die,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With its eternal blessing afterward.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> And I, my father, grateful as I am</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Heaven, for coming to your feet once more,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have yet this more to ask—to live with you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For many, many happy years to come!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> Oh, not in vain did nature fix the heart</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the mid bosom, like a sun to move</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each circling arm with equal love around!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come to them—one to each—and take from me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your lives anew. God bless you!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come, we are here together in Madrid,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And in the sphere where you were born to move.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This is the house that is to be your own</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until some happy lover calls you his;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till which I must be father, lover, husband,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In one. Brigida!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Brigida</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Brig.</i> <span class="pad10">Sir?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad14">My daughters’ rooms</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are ready?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Brig.</i> <span class="pad4">Ay, sir, as the sky itself</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For the sun’s coming.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad14">Go and see them then,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And tell me how you like what I have bought,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And fitted up for your reception.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> I thank you, sir, and bless this happy day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though leaving my loved convent far away.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> (<i>aside</i>). And I twice bless it, that no longer hid</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In a dull cell; I come to see Madrid.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Clara</span> and <span class="smcap">Eugenia</span>.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_314"></a>[314]</span></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mari Nuño.</i> Now the young ladies, sir, have had their turn,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall not I kiss your hand?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad20">Oh, welcome too,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Good Mari Nuño; who have been so long</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A mother to them both. And, by the by,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Good Mari Nuño, now we are alone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’d hear from you, who know them both so well,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Their several characters and dispositions,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And not as ’twere, come blindfold to the charge</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That Heaven has laid upon me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mari.</i> <span class="pad22">You say well, sir.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well, I might say at once, and truly too,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That nothing need be said in further praise</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that they are your daughters. But to pass,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lest you should think I flatter,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From general to individual,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And to begin with the eldest, Donna Clara;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Eldest in years and in discretion too,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Indeed the very pearl of prudence, sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And maidenly reserve; her eyes still fixt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On earth in modesty, or heaven in prayer;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As gentle as a lamb, almost as silent;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And never known to say an angry word:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, such her love of holy quietude,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless at your desire, would never leave</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her cloister and her missal. She’s, in short,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">An angel upon earth, whom to be near</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And wait on, one would sell oneself a slave.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So much for her. Donna Eugenia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though unexceptionable in heart and head,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As, God forgive me, any child of yours</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must be, is different,—not for me to say</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Better or worse,—but very different:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of a quick spirit, loving no control;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_315"></a>[315]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Indeed, as forward as the other shy;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Quick to retort, and sharply; so to speak,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Might sometimes try the patience of a saint;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Longing to leave a convent for the world,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To see and to be seen; makes verses too;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would not object, I think, to have them made</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Or love, may be) to her—you understand;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not that I mean to say—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> <span class="pad18">Enough, enough.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thanks for your caution as your commendation:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How could I fortify against weak points</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless I knew of them? And, to this end,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Although Eugenia be the younger sister,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll see her married first; husband and children</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The best specific for superfluous youth:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And to say truth, good Mari, the very day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of my arrival hither, I despatch’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A letter to my elder brother’s son,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who still maintains our dwindled patrimony</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Up in the mountains, which I would reclaim,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or keep it rather in its lawful line,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By an alliance with a child of mine,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All falls out luckily. Eugenia</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wedded to him shall make herself secure,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And the two stems of Cuadradillos so</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unite and once more flourish, at a blow.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>A Room in <span class="smcap">Don Felix’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Don Felix</span>, and <span class="smcap">Hernando</span> dressing him.</i></p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> Such fine ladies, sir, come to be our neighbours.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> So they ought to be, such a noise as they made in coming.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_316"></a>[316]</span></p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> One of them already betrothed, however.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> So let her, and married too, if she would only
let me sleep quiet. But what kind of folks are they?</p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> Oh, tip-top. Daughters of the rich old
Indian has bought the house and gardens opposite,
and who will give them all his wealth when they
marry, which they say he has brought them to
Madrid expressly to do.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> But are they handsome?</p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> I thought so, sir, as I saw them alighting.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Rich and handsome then?</p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> Yes, sir.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Two good points in a woman, at all events,
of which I might profit, such opportunities as I have.</p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> Have a care, sir, for the old servant who
told me this, told me also that the papa is a stout
fiery old fellow, who’d stick the Great Turk himself
if he caught him trifling with his daughters.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> That again is not so well; for though I’m
not the Great Turk, I’ve no mind to share that part
of his fortune. But of the two girls, what said your
old servant? who, as such, I suppose told you all
that was amiss in them at least.</p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> Well, you shall judge. One, the oldest, is
very discreet.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Ah, I told you so.</p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> The other lively.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Come, that sounds better. One can tackle
her hand to hand, but the grave one one can only
take a long shot at with the eyes.</p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> Whichever it be, I should like to see you
yourself hit one of these days, sir.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Me? The woman is not yet cast who will
do that. If I meddle with these it is only because
they lie so handy.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_317"></a>[317]</span></p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> And handsome as well as handy!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Pooh! I wouldn’t climb a wall to pluck the
finest fruit in the world. But hark! some one’s at
the door. See who ’tis.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Juan</span> in travelling dress.</i></p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> I, Felix, who seeing your door open, could
not but walk in without further ado.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> You know that it and my heart are ever open
to you. Welcome, welcome, Don Juan! all the
more welcome for being unexpected: for though I
had heard we might one day have you back, I did
not think to see you yet.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Why, the truth is I got my pardon sooner
than I expected.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Though not than I prayed for. But tell me
all about it.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> You know I was obliged to fly to Italy after
that unlucky duel. Well, there the great duke of
Terranova, who (as good luck would have it) was
then going ambassador to Hungary, took a fancy to
me, and carried me with him; and, pleased with
what service I did him, interested himself in my
fortunes, and one good day, when I was least
expecting it, with his own hand put my pardon into
mine.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> A pardon that never should have needed
asking, all of an unlucky quarrel at cards.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> So you and the world suppose, Felix: but
in truth there was something more behind.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Ah?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Why the truth is, I was courting a fair lady,
and with fair hope of success, though she would not
confess it, urging that her father being away at the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_318"></a>[318]</span>
time, her mother would not consent in his absence.
Suddenly I found I had a rival, and took occasion of
a casual dispute at cards to wipe out the score of
jealousy; which I did with a vengeance to both of
us, he being killed on the spot, and I, forced to fly
the country, must, I doubt, ere this, have died out of
my lady’s memory, where only I cared to live.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Ay, you know well enough that in Madrid
Oblivion lies in the very lap of Remembrance,
whether of love or loathing. I thank my stars I
never pinned my faith on woman yet.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Still the same sceptic?</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Ay, they are fine things, but my own heart’s
ease is finer still; and if one party must be deceived,
I hold it right in self-defence it should not be I.
But come; that you may not infect me with your
faith, nor I you with my heresy, tell me about your
journey.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> How could it be otherwise than a pleasant
one, such pageants as I had to entertain me by the
way?</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Oh, you mean our royal master’s nuptials?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Ay!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> I must hear all about them, Juan; even now,
upon the spot.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Well then, you know at least, without my
telling you, how great a debt Germany has owed
us—</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Pedro</span> hastily.</i></p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> My dear Don Felix!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Don Pedro! By my faith, my door must be
the door of heaven, I think; for all the good keep
coming in by ’t. But how comes your University term
so soon over?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_319"></a>[319]</span></p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Alas, it’s <i>not</i> over, but—</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Well?</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> I’ll tell you.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> If I be in your way—</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> No, no, sir, if you are Felix’s friend you
command my confidence. My story is easily told.
A lady I am courting in Alcalá is suddenly come up
to Madrid, and I am come after her. And to escape
my father’s wrath at playing truant, I must beg
sanctuary in your house awhile.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> And this once will owe me thanks for your
entertainment, since I have Don Juan’s company to
offer you.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Nay, ’tis I have to thank you for Don
Pedro’s.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Only remember, both of you, that however
you may amuse one another, you are not to entertain
me with your several hearts and darts. Hernando, get
us something to eat; and till it comes you shall set
off rationally at least, Juan, with the account of the
royal nuptials you were beginning just as Don Pedro
came in.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> On condition you afterwards recount to me
your rejoicings in Madrid meanwhile.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Agreed.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> I come in happy time to hear you both.</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> You know, as I was saying, what a debt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Germany has owed us since our fair Maria</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her title of the Royal Child of Spain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Set in the crown of Hungary—a debt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They only could repay us as they do,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Returning us one of the self-same stock,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So like herself in beauty and desert,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We seem but taking what we gave away.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If into Austria’s royal hand we gave</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_320"></a>[320]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Our royal rose, she now returns us one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sprung of the self-same stem, as fair, as sweet—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In maiden graces; and if double-dyed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the imperial purple, yet so fresh,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She scarce has drunk the dawns of fourteen Aprils.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The marriage contract signed, the marriage self</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Delayed, too long for loyal Spain’s desire,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That like the bridegroom for her coming burned,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(But happiness were hardly happiness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Limped it not late,) till her defective years</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Reached their due blossom—Ah, happy defect,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That every unconditioned hour amends!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At last arose the day—the day of days—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When from her royal eyrie in the North</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The imperial eaglet flew. Young Ferdinand,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">King of Bohemia and Hungary</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Elect, who not in vain Rome’s holy hand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Awaits to bind the laurel round his brow,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As proxy for our king espoused her first,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And then, all lover-like, as far as Trent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Escorted her, with such an equipage</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As when the lords and princes of three realms</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out-do each other in magnificence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of gold and jewel, ransackt from the depths</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of earth and sea, to glitter in the eye</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of Him who sees and lights up all from heaven.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So, like a splendid star that trails her light</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Far after her, she crossed fair Italy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When Doria, Genoa’s great Admiral,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Always so well-affected to our crown,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Took charge of her sea-conduct; which awhile,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till winds and seas were fair, she waited for</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In Milan; till, resolved on embarkation,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sea, that could not daunt her with his rage,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Soon as her foot was on his yellow shore,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_321"></a>[321]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Call’d up his Tritons and his Nereids</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who love and make a calm, to smooth his face</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And still his heaving breast; on whose blue flood</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The golden galley in defiance burn’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her crew in wedding pearl and silver drest;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her silken sail and cordage, fluttering</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With myriad flags and streamers of all dye,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sway’d like a hanging garden over-head,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Amid whose blossoms stood the royal bride,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A fairer Venus than did ever float</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Over the seas to her dominions</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Arm’d with the arrows of diviner love.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then to the sound of trump and clarion</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The royal galley, and with her forty more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That follow’d in her wake as on their queen,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Weigh’d, shook out sail, and dipp’d all oars at once,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Making the flood clap hands in acclamation;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And so with all their streamers, as ’twere spring</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Floating away to other hemispheres,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Put out to sea; and touching not the isles</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That gem the midway deep—not from distrust</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of friendly France in whose crown they are set,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And who (as mighty states contend in peace</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With courtesies as with hard blows in war)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Swell’d the triumphal tide with pageantries</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I may not stop to tell—but borne upon,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And (as I think) bearing, fair wind and wave,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The moving city on its moving base</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With sail and oar enter’d the Spanish Main,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, flashing emerald and diamond,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leap’d round the golden prow that clove between,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And kiss’d the happy shore that first declined</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To meet its mistress. Happy Denia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That in her golden sand holds pearly-like</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The first impression of that royal foot!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_322"></a>[322]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will not tell—let Felix, who was here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And has new breath—how, landed happily,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Our loyal Spain—yea, with what double welcome—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Received the niece and consort of our king,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom, one and both, and both in one, may Heaven</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bless with fair issue, and all happiness,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For years and years to come!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Hernando</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> Sir, sir!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Well?</p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> Your two new neighbours—just come to
the window.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Gentlemen, we must waive my story then, for
as the proverb goes, ‘<i>My Lady first.</i>’ (<i>He looks out.</i>)
By Heaven, they are divine!</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Let me see. (<i>Aside.</i>) By Heaven, ’tis she!</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Come, it is my turn now. (<i>Aside.</i>) Eugenia!
I must keep it to myself.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> I scarce know which is handsomest.</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> Humph! both pretty girls enough.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> Yes, very well.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Listen, gentlemen; whether handsome, or
pretty, or very well, or all three, you must not stare
at them from my window so vehemently; being the
daughters of a friend of mine, and only just come to
Madrid.</p>

<p><i>Juan</i> (<i>aside</i>). That the first thing I should see
on returning to Madrid, is she for whose love I left
it!</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> (<i>aside</i>). That the first thing I see here is
what I came for the very purpose of seeing!</p>

<p><i>Hernando</i> (<i>entering</i>). Table is served, sir.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_323"></a>[323]</span></p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> To table, then. I know not how it is with
you, gentlemen, but for myself, my appetite is
stronger than my love.</p>

<p><i>Juan</i> (<i>aside to <span class="smcap">Felix</span></i>). You jest as usual; but I
assure you it is one of those very ladies on whom my
fortune turns!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Adieu to one then.</p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> All this is fun to you, Felix; but believe me,
one of those ladies is she I have followed from
Alcalá.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Adieu to both then—unless indeed you are
both of you in love with the same. But, thank God,</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent4">I that am in love with neither,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Need not plague myself for either.</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">The least expense of rhyme or care</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">That man can upon woman spare.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="noindent">But they are very handsome nevertheless.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>An Apartment in <span class="smcap">Don Alonso’s</span>
House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Clara</span> and <span class="smcap">Eugenia</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> Is ’t not a pretty house, Eugenia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all about it?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad12">I dare say you think so.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> But do not you then?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad24">No—to me it seems</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A sort of out-court and repository,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fit but for old Hidalgos and Duennas,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Too stale and wither’d for the blooming world,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To wear away in.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad8">I like its quietude;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This pretty garden too.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_324"></a>[324]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad16">A pretty thing</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To come for to Madrid—a pretty garden!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I tell you were it fuller of all flowers</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than is a Dutchman’s in his tulip-time,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I want the lively street whose flowers are shops,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Carriages, soldiers, ladies, cavaliers,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Plenty of dust in summer, dirt in winter,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And where a woman sitting at her blind</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sees all that passes. Then this furniture!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> Well—surely velvet curtains, sofas, chairs,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rich Indian carpets, beds of Damascene,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Chandeliers, gilded mirrors, pictures too—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What would you have, Eugenia?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad24">All very well,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, after all, no marvellous result</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of ten years spent in golden India.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, one has heard how fine a thing it is</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To be my Lord Mayor’s daughter; what must be,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Methought, to own a dowry from Peru!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And when you talk about the furniture,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pictures, chairs, carpets, mirrors, and all that—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The best of all is wanting.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad20">What is that?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> Why, a coach, woman! Heaven and earth, a coach!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What use is all the money-bonds and gold</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He has been boasting of in all his letters,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless, now come at last, he plays the part</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We’ve heard so long rehearsing?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad24">Not to spare</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your father even, Eugenia! For shame!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis time to tie your roving tongue indeed.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Consider, too, we are not in the country,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where tongue and eyes, Eugenia, may run wild</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without offence to uncensorious woods;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_325"></a>[325]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">But in a city, with its myriad eyes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Inquisitively turn’d to watch, and tongues</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As free and more malicious than yours</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To tell—where honour’s monument is wax,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And shame’s of brass. I know, Eugenia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">High spirits are not in themselves a crime;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But if to men they <i>seem</i> so?—that’s the question.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For it is almost better to do ill</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With a good outward grace than well without;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Especially a woman; most of all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One not yet married; whose reputation</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One breath of scandal, like a flake of snow,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May melt away; one of those tenderest flowers</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose leaves ev’n the warm breath of flattery</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Withers as fast as envy’s bitterest wind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That surely follows short-lived summer praise.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n those who praise your beauty, grace, or wit,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will be the first, if you presume on them,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To pull the idol down themselves set up,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beginning with malicious whispers first,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until they join the storm themselves have raised.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And most if one be given oneself to laugh</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And to make laugh: the world will doubly yearn</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To turn one’s idle giggle into tears.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I say this all by way of warning, sister,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now we are launcht upon this dangerous sea.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Consider of it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad10">‘Which that all may do</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May Heaven—’ Come, Clara, if the sermon’s done,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pray finish it officially at once,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And let us out of church. These homilies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In favour of defunct proprieties,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Remind one of old ruff and armour worn</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By Don Punctilio and Lady Etiquette</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A hundred years ago, and past with them</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_326"></a>[326]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all their tedious ancestors for ever.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am alive, young, handsome, witty, rich,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And come to town, and mean to have my fling,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not caring what malicious people say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If nothing true to say against my honour.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And so with all sail set, and streamers flying,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(A coach shall be my ship, and I will have it!)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I mean to glide along the glittering streets</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And down the Prado, as I go along</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Capturing what eyes and hearts I find by the way,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Heedless of every little breath of scandal</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That such as you turn back affrighted by.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll know the saints’ days better than the saints</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Themselves; the holidays and festivals</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Better than over-done apprentices.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If a true lover comes whom I can like</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As he loves me, I shall not turn away:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As for the rest who flutter round in love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not with myself, but with my father’s wealth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or with themselves, or any thing but me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You shall see, Clara, how I’ll play with them,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till, having kept them on my string awhile</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For my own sport, I’ll e’en turn them adrift</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And let them go, the laugh all on my side.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And therefore when you see—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad20">How shall I dare</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To see what even now I quake to hear!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alonso</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Clara! Eugenia!</p>

<p><i>Both.</i> Sir?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Good news, good news, my girls! What
think you? My nephew, Don Torribio Cuadradillos,
my elder brother’s elder son, head of our family and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_327"></a>[327]</span>
inheritor of the estate, is coming to visit me; will be
here indeed almost directly. What think you now?</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> (<i>aside</i>). One might have thought, from such
a flourish of trumpets, the king was coming at least.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Mari Nuño!</p>

<p><i>Mari</i> (<i>entering</i>). Sir?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Let a chamber be got ready for my nephew,
Don Torribio, directly. Brigida!</p>

<p><i>Brig.</i> (<i>entering</i>). Sir?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> See that linen be taken up into Don
Torribio’s room. Otañez, have dinner ready for my
nephew, Don Torribio, directly he arrives. And
you two, (<i>to his daughters</i>,) I expect you will pay him
all attention; as head of the family, consider. Ay,
and if he <i>should</i> take a fancy to one of you—I know
not he will—but if he should, I say, whichever it be,
she will take precedence of her sister for ever.
(<i>Aside.</i>) This I throw out as a bait for Eugenia.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> It must be Clara, then, sir, for she is oldest
you know.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Not in discretion and all wife-like qualities,
Eugenia.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Clara!</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Hark! in the court!</p>

<p><i>Don Torribio</i> (<i>speaking loud within</i>). Hoy! good
man there! Can you tell me if my uncle lives hereabout?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> ’Tis my nephew, surely!</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> (<i>within</i>). Why, fellow, I mean of course
Don Alonso—who has two daughters, by the token
I’m to marry one of ’em.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> ’Tis he! I will go and receive him.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> (<i>within</i>). Very well then. Hold my stirrup,
Lorenzo.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> What a figure!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_328"></a>[328]</span></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alonso</span> and <span class="smcap">Torribio</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> My nephew, Don Torribio, giving thanks to
Heaven for your safe arrival at my house, I hasten to
welcome you as its head.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Ay, uncle, and a head taller, I promise you,
than almost any body in the parish.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Let me introduce your cousins to you, who
are so anxious for your acquaintance.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Ah, that’s proper of ’em, isn’t it?</p>

<p><i>Both.</i> Welcome, sir.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> And how are you, nephew?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Very tired, I promise you: for the way is
long and my horse a rough goer, so as I’ve lost
leather.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Sit down, and rest till they bring dinner.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Sitting an’t the way to mend it. But,
however—— (<i>Sits.</i>) Nay, though I be head of the
house, I an’t proud—you can all of you sit down too.</p>

<p><i>Clara</i> (<i>aside</i>). Amiable humility!</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> (<i>aside</i>). No wonder the house is crazy if
this be its head!</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Well, now I come to look at you, cousins, I
may say you are both of you handsome girls, indeed;
which’ll put me to some trouble.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> How so, cousin?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Why, didn’t you ever hear that if you put
an ass between two bundles of hay, he’ll die without
knowing which to begin on, eh?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> His father’s pleasant humour!</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> A courteous comparison!</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Which holds as far as the ass at
least.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_329"></a>[329]</span></p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Well, there’s a remedy. I say, uncle, mustn’t
cousins get a dispensation before they marry?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Yes, nephew.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Well then, when you’re about it, you can
get two dispensations, and I can marry both my
cousins. Aha! Well, but, uncle, how are you? I
had forgot to ask you that.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Quite well, in seeing you in my house at
last, and to reap, I trust, the fruits of all my travel.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Ah, you may say that. Oh, cousins, if you
could only see my pedigree and patent, in a crimson
velvet case; and all my forefathers painted in a row—I
have it in my saddle bags, and if you’ll wait a minute—</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Mari Nuño</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> Dinner’s ready.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> (<i>looking at <span class="smcap">Mari</span></i>). Lord a’mercy, uncle,
what’s this? something you brought from India,
belike; does it speak?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Nay, nephew, ’tis our Duenna.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> A what?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> A Duenna.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> A tame one?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Come, come, she tells us dinner’s ready.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Yes, if you believe her; but I’ve heard say,
Duennas always lie. However, I’ll go and see for myself.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> What a cousin!</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> What a lover!</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> Foh! I wonder how the watch came to
let the plague into the city!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> You are silent, both of you?</p>

<p><i>Both.</i> Not I, sir.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_330"></a>[330]</span></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> I understand you; Don Torribio</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pleases you not—Well, he’s a little rough;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But wait a little; see what a town life</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will do for him; all come up so at first,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The finest diamonds, you know, the roughest—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I rejoice my ancestor’s estate</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall to my grandchildren revert again!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For this I tell you—one, I care not which,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But one of you, shall marry Don Torribio:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And let not her your cousin does not choose,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For one more courtly think herself reserved;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By Heaven she shall marry, if e’er marry,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One to the full as rough and country-like.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What, I to see my wealth, so hardly won,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Squander’d away by some fine town gallant,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In silks and satins! see my son-in-law</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Spend an estate upon a hat and feather!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I tell you I’ll not have it. One of you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must marry Don Torribio.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad18">I’ll die first.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> And I’ll live an old maid—which much is worst.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<hr />

<h3>ACT II</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A Room in <span class="smcap">Don Felix’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Felix</span> and <span class="smcap">Hernando</span>; to whom enter <span class="smcap">Juan</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Well, Juan, and how slept you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad32">As one must</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In your house, Felix; had not such a thought</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No house can quiet woke me long ere dawn.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Indeed! How so?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_331"></a>[331]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad14">Felix, the strangest thing</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But now we are alone I’ll tell you all.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Last night—the very moment that I saw</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That angel at the window, as at Heaven’s gate—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The fire that I myself had thought half dead</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the ashes of so long an absence,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sprung up anew into full blaze. Alas!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But one brief moment did she dawn on us,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then set, to rise no more all the evening,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Watch as I would. But day is come again,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And as I think, Felix, the holiday</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When our new Queen shall make her solemn entry</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into Madrid; and she, my other Queen,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will needs be up—be up and out betimes;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So I forestall the sun in looking for her,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now will to the door beneath her window</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Better to watch her rising.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, as you love me, not a word of this</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Breathe to Don Pedro.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad16">And does he think</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Because his memory of her is quick,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hers is of him? Aha!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Hern.</i> <span class="pad14">Nay, if he like it,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘Oh, let him be deceived!’</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad20">’Twas wisely said</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By him who self-deception used to call</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The cheapest and the dearest thing of all.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ha! here’s the other swain! and now to see</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How he has prosper’d. I begin to think</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My house is turn’d into a Lazar-house</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of crazy lovers.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Pedro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Good day, Don Pedro.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_332"></a>[332]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad14">As it needs must be</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To one who hails it in your house, and opposite</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My lady’s! Oh, you cannot think, my Felix,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With what a blessed conscience of all this</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I woke this morning! I can scarce believe ’t.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, in your house, I shall have chance on chance,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, certainty of seeing her—<i>to-day</i></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Most certainly. But I’ll go post myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before the door; she will be out betimes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To mass.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad4">Well, you will find Don Juan there.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> Eh? Well, so much the better, I can do ’t</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With less suspicion, nay, with none at all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If you will go with us. Only, Don Felix,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Breathe not a word to him about my love.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>As he is going, re-enter <span class="smcap">Juan</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Juan again?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad12">I only came to ask</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What church we go to? (<i>Aside to <span class="smcap">Felix</span>.</i>) Let us keep at home.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Don Pedro, what say you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad26">Oh, where you please.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Aside.</i>) Stir not!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> (<i>aside</i>). How easy to oblige two friends</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who ask the same, albeit with divers ends!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Aloud.</i>) What, are your worships both in love, perhaps,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As Spanish cavaliers are bound to be,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And think I’ve nothing else to do, forsooth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than follow each upon his wildgoose chase?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forgetting I may take ’t into my head</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To fall in love myself—perhaps with one,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or both, of those fair ladies chance has brought</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_333"></a>[333]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before my windows. Now I think upon ’t,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am, or mean to be, in love with one;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, to decide with which, I’ll e’en wait here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till they both sally forth to church themselves.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So, gentlemen, would you my company,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must not go with you, you stay with me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> Willingly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Oh, most willingly! (<i>Aside to <span class="smcap">Felix</span>.</i>) How well</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You managed it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> (<i>aside to <span class="smcap">Felix</span></i>). ’Tis just as I could wish.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> (<i>aside</i>). And just as I, if thereby I shall learn</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whether they love the same; and, if the same,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whether the one—But come, come! ’tis too late</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For wary me to wear love’s cap and bells.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Since we must do your bidding on this score,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We’ll e’en make you do ours upon another,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And make you tell us, as you promised both,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And <i>owe</i> to me—what, when our Queen was landed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You fine folks of Madrid did in her honour.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> Ay, if you needs will fetter our free time,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Help us at least to pass it by the story</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You had begun.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad8">Well then, to pick it up</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where Juan left it for us, on the shore.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">There, when our Queen was landed, as I hear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The Countess Medellin, her Chamberlain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of the Cordona family, received her,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And the Lord Admiral on the king’s part,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With pomp that needed no excuse of haste</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And such a retinue (for who claims not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To be the kinsman, friend, or follower,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of such a name?) as I believe Castile</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was almost drain’d to follow in his wake.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_334"></a>[334]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, noble house! in whom the chivalry</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of courage, blameless worth, and loyalty,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is nature’s patent of inheritance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From generation to generation!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And so through ringing Spain, town after town,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And every town a triumph, on they pass’d.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Madrid meanwhile—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad12">Stop, stop! They’re coming out!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> Where! Let me see.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad20">The servant only.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad40">Nay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They’ll follow soon.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad14">Till when, on with your story.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Madrid then, sharing in the general joy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of her king’s marriage, and with one whose mother</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Herself had nurst—though, as you said, half sick</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of hope deferr’d, had, at the loyal call,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That never fails in Spain, drawn to her heart</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The life-blood of the realm’s nobility</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To do her honour; not only when she came,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, in anticipation of her coming,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With such prelusive pomps, as if you turn</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Far up time’s stream as history can go,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In hymeneals less august than these,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You shall find practised—torchèd troop and masque,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With solemn and preliminary dance,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Epithalamium and sacrifice,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Invoking Hymen’s blessing. So Madrid,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Breathing new Christian life in Pagan pomp,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With such epithalamium as all Spain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Raised up to Heaven, into sweet thunder tun’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beyond all science by a people’s love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Began her pageant. First, the nightly masque,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So fair as I have never seen the like,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor shall again; nor which, unless you draw</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_335"></a>[335]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">On your imagination for the type</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of what I tell, can I depict to you;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When, to the sound of trumpet and recorder,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The chiming poles of Spain and Germany</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beginning, drew the purple mountain down,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Glittering with veins of ore and silver trees,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All flower’d with plumes, and taper-starr’d above,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With monster and volcano breathing fire,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While to and fro torch-bearing maskers ran</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like meteors; all so illuminating night,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That the succeeding sun hid pale in cloud,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And wept with envy, till he dawn’d at length</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon the famous Amphitheatre,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, in its masonry out-doing all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That Rome of a like kind in ruin shows,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This day out-did itself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In number, rank, and glory of spectators,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Magnificence of retinue, multitude,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Size, beauty, and courage, of the noble beasts</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who came to dye its yellow dust with blood;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As each horn’d hero of the cloven hoof,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Broad-chested, and thick-neckt, and wrinkle-brow’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rush’d roaring in, and tore the ground with ’s foot,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As saying, ‘Lo! this grave is yours or mine!’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While that yet nobler beast, noblest of all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who knights the very knighthood that he carries,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Proud in submission to a nobler will,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Spurn’d all his threats, and, touch’d by the light spur,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His rider glittering like a god aloft,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Turn’d onset into death. Fight follow’d fight,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till darkness came at last, sending Madrid</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Already surfeited with joy, to dream</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of greater, not unanxious that the crown</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_336"></a>[336]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And centre of the centre of the world</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should not fall short of less renowned cities</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In splendour of so great a celebration;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While too the hundreds of a hundred nations,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In wonder or in envy cramm’d her streets;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until her darling come at last, whose spouse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall lay his own two empires at her feet,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And crown her thrice; as Niece, and Spouse, and Queen.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> A charming story, finisht just in time,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For look! (<i>They look out.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad4">That is the father, Don Alonso.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Indeed!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> (<i>aside</i>). That’s he then! But that strange man with him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who’s he?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Hern.</i> <span class="pad4">Oh, I can tell you that;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His nephew, an Asturian gentleman,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Betroth’d to one of the daughters.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad18">Not to mine!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Not my Eugenia, or by Heaven—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But we shall scarcely see them, Felix, here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wrapt in their mantles too.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad22">And I would pay</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My compliment to Don Alonso.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">Come,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let us go down with you into the street.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Aside.</i>) Oh love, that in her memory survive</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One thought of me, not dead if scarce alive!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> (<i>aside.</i>) Oh, may her bosom whisper her ’tis still</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her eyes that draw me after where they will!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_337"></a>[337]</span></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>Street between the Houses of <span class="smcap">Alonso</span> and <span class="smcap">Felix</span>.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Alonso</span> and <span class="smcap">Torribio</span> waiting.</i></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> If you really affect Eugenia, nephew—— (<i>aside</i>)
as I wished,—I will communicate with her
after church, and if all be well (as I cannot doubt)
get a dispensation forthwith. But they are coming.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter from <span class="smcap">Alonso’s</span> door <span class="smcap">Clara</span>, <span class="smcap">Eugenia</span> in
mantles, the latter with a handkerchief in her
hand; <span class="smcap">Mari Nuño</span>, <span class="smcap">Brigida</span>, and <span class="smcap">Otañez</span>
behind; and at the same time <span class="smcap">Felix</span>, <span class="smcap">Juan</span>, and
<span class="smcap">Pedro</span> opposite.</i></p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Cover your face, Eugenia. People in the
street.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Well, I’m not ashamed of it. (<i>Aside.</i>) Don
Pedro! and Don Juan!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> (<i>whispers</i>). Which is it, Don Juan?</p>

<p><i>Juan.</i> She with the handkerchief in her hand.
I’ll go wait for her at the church.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Ped.</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Felix</span></i>). That is she with the white kerchief
in her hand. I’ll follow them.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> (<i>aside</i>). The same, then!</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Eugenia, lend me your handkerchief, it is
hot. (<i>Takes the handkerchief and uncovers her face
towards <span class="smcap">Felix</span>.</i>) And let us go, and do not you
look behind you.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> And she I most admired.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Clara</span>, <span class="smcap">Eugenia</span>, etc., <span class="smcap">Pedro</span> after them.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_338"></a>[338]</span></p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Uncle, what are these fellows hanging about
our doors for?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Nay, ’tis the public street, you know.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> What, my cousins’ street?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> To be sure.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> I’ll not suffer any one I don’t like to hang
about it, however, and least of all these perfumery
puppies.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> But if they happen to live here, nephew?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Don’t let ’em live here, then.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> But if they own houses?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> They mustn’t own houses, then.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Don Alonso, permit me to kiss your hand on
your arrival among us. I ought indeed first to have
waited upon you in your own house; but this happy
chance makes me anticipate etiquette.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Coxcomb!</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Thank you, sir; had I known you intended
me such a favour, I should have anticipated your
anticipation by waiting upon you. Give me leave
to present to you my nephew, Don Torribio de
Cuadradillos, who will also be proud of your acquaintance.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> No such thing, I shan’t at all.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Nephew, nephew!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> I trust you are well, sir?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Oh, so, so, thank ye, for the matter of that,
neither well nor ill, but mixt-like. (<i><span class="smcap">Alonso</span> salutes
<span class="smcap">Felix</span> and exit with <span class="smcap">Torribio</span>.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Now then, I know both face, and dress, and name,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And that my rival friends both love the same;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The same too that myself of the fair pair</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thought yester-eve the fairest of the fair:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was ’t not enough for my two friends that they</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_339"></a>[339]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Turn enemies—must I too join the fray?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, how at once to reconcile all three,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Those two with one another, and with me!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Re-enter <span class="smcap">Juan</span> hastily.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> On seeing me, my friend, her colour chang’d:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She loves me still, Don Felix! I am sure</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She loves me! Is not the face—we know it is,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The tell-tale index of the heart within?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh happiness! at once within your house,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And next my lady’s! What is now to do</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But catch the ball good fortune throws at us!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know her father, you will visit him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of course, and then—and then—what easier?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Draw me in with you, or after you—or perhaps</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A letter first—ay, and then afterward—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But why so dumb?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad12">I scarce know how to answer.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Juan, you know I am too much your friend</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To do you any spite?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad14">How could I dream it?</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Pedro</span> hastily.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> Oh, Felix, if my love—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad14">The other now!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He must be stopt. A moment, gentlemen,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before you speak, and let me tell you first</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A case of conscience you must solve for me.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You both have mighty matters, I doubt not,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To tell me, such a warm young gentlemen</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are never at a loss for in Madrid;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But I may have my difficulties too.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Aside.</i>) The same will serve for both.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_340"></a>[340]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> Well, let us hear.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Suppose some friend of yours, dear as you will,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Loving your neighbour’s daughter—— (such a case</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will do as well as any)—ask’d of you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To smuggle him, his letters, or himself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into that neighbour’s house, there secretly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To ply a stolen love; what would you do?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> Do it of course!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad18">Why not?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad28">Well, I would not.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> But why?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad10">Because, however it turn’d out,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must do ill; if one friend’s love succeeded</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I had play’d traitor to the other still;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If unsuccessful, not that cost alone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But also, without counter-profiting,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Him whom I sacrificed so much to serve.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> If that be your determination,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have no more to say.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad16">Nor I: farewell;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must find other means.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad20">Of all the plagues,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For one with no love profit of his own</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thus to be pester’d with two lovers’ pains!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yet, what, after all, between the two—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Between the <i>three</i>, perhaps, am I to do?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fore Heaven, I think ’twill be the only way</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To get her to untie who drew the knot;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No woman ever at a loss</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To mend or mar a matter as she wills.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet ’tis an awkward thing to ask a lady,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘Pray, madam, which of these two sighing swains</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Do you like best? or both? or neither, madam?’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were not a letter best? But then who take it?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_341"></a>[341]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Since to commit her letter, would so far</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Commit her honour to another’s hands?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By Heaven, I think I’ve nothing left to do,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But ev’n to write it, and to take it too;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A ticklish business—but may fair intent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And prudent conduct lead to good event!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>An Apartment in <span class="smcap">Don Alonso’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Clara</span>, <span class="smcap">Eugenia</span>, <span class="smcap">Mari Nuño</span>, etc.</i></p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Here, take my mantle, Mari. Oh, I wish
we had a chaplain of our own in the house, not to go
abroad through the crowded streets!</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> And I, that church were a league of crowded
street off, and we obliged to go to it daily.</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> I agree with Señora Clara.</p>

<p><i>Brigida.</i> And I with Señora Eugenia.</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> And why, pray?</p>

<p><i>Brig.</i> Oh, madam, I know who it is deals most
in sheep’s eyes.</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Alonso</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> (<i>talking to himself as he enters</i>). How lucky
he should have pitcht on the very one I wanted!
(<i>Aloud.</i>) Oh, Eugenia, I would speak with you.
Nay, retire not, Clara, for I want you to pardon me
for the very thing Eugenia is to thank me for.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> A riddle, sir. I pardon you?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Listen, both of you. Your cousin Don
Torribio has declared his love for Eugenia: and
though I could have wished to marry you, Clara, first,
and to the head of our house too, yet my regret at<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_342"></a>[342]</span>
your missing it is almost cancelled by the joy of your
sister’s acceptance.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> And so with me, believe me, sir. I am
well content to be slighted so long as she is happy:
which may she be with my cousin these thousand
years to come. (<i>Aside.</i>) Oh, providential rejection!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Torribio</i> (<i>peeping in</i>). Ah! what a wry face she
makes!</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> And you, Eugenia, what say you?</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Alas! surprise on surprise!
(<i>Aloud.</i>) Nay, sir, you know, I hope, that I am
ever ready to obey you.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> I looked for nothing else of you.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Nor I.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Your cousin is waiting your answer in his
chamber. I will tell him the good news, and bring
him to you.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Only let him come! Alas!</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> (<i>entering</i>). How lightly steps a favour’d
lover forth! Give you joy, cousin.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> The wretch!</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Being selected by the head of your house.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Sir, one word, I wouldn’t marry you if it
should cost me my life.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Ah, you are witty, cousin, I know.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Not to you, sir. And now especially, I
mean to tell you sober truth, and abide by it, so you
had better listen. I tell you once again, and once
for all, I wouldn’t marry you to save my life!</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Cousin! After what I heard you tell your father?</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> What I said then was out of duty to him;
and what I now say is out of detestation of you.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> I’ll go and tell him this, I declare I will.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_343"></a>[343]</span></p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Do, and I’ll deny it. But I mean it all the
same, and swear it.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Woman, am I not your cousin?</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Yes.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> And head of the family?</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> I dare say.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> An Hidalgo?</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Yes.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Young?</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Yes.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Gallant?</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Very.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> And disposed to you?</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Very possibly.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> What do you mean then?</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Whatever you choose, so long as you believe
I mean what I say. I’ll never marry you. You
might be all you say, and fifty other things beside,
but I’ll never marry any man without a capacity.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Capacity! without a Capacity! I who have
the family estate, and my ancestors painted in a row
on the patent in my saddle-bags! I who—</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alonso</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Well, nephew, here you are at last; I’ve
been hunting every where to tell you the good news.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> And what may that be, pray?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> That your cousin Eugenia cordially accepts
your offer, and—</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Oh, indeed, does she so? I tell you she’s
a very odd way of doing it then. Oh uncle, she has
said that to me I wouldn’t say to my gelding.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> To you?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_344"></a>[344]</span></p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Ay, to me—here—on this spot—just now.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> But what?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> What? why, that I had no Capacity! But
I’ll soon settle that; I either have a Capacity or not—If
I have, she lies; if not, I desire you to buy me
one directly, whatever it may cost.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> What infatuation!</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> What, it costs so much, does it? I don’t
care, I’ll not have it thrown in my teeth by her or any
woman; and if you won’t, I’ll go and buy a Capacity,
and bring it back with me, let it cost—ay, and weigh—what
it will.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Nephew, nephew! Stop him there!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Clara</span> and <span class="smcap">Eugenia</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> What is the matter, sir?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Oh, graceless girl, what have you been saying
to your cousin?</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> I sir? Nothing.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Oh! if you deceive me! But I must first
stop his running after a Capacity!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> What can I have done?</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Nay, attempt not dissimulation with me,
who know how you would risk even your advancement
for a sarcasm.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> It was all for your sake, if I did, Clara.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> For my sake! oh, indeed, you think I can
have no lovers but what you reject? Poor little fool!
I could have enough if I chose to lay out for them
as some do; but many will pluck at an apple who
will retire from a fortress.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Hark! they are coming back; I dare not
face them both as yet.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_345"></a>[345]</span></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Don Felix</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Permit me, madam—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad18">Who is this?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad34">One, madam,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who dares to ask one word with you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad28">With me?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Indeed with you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad22">You cannot, sir, mean me.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Once more, and once for all, with you indeed;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let me presume to say so, knowing well</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I say so in respect, not in presumption.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> (<i>peeping</i>). Why, whom has my staid sister got with her?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> With me! My very silence and surprise</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bid you retire at once.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad18">Which I will do</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When you will let this silence speak to you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With less offence perhaps than could my tongue.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Offering her a letter.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> Oh, if he would but try if fort or apple!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> A letter too!—for me!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad26">And, madam, one</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It most imports your honour you should read.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For, that being once in question, I make light</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That my friends’ lives, Don Juan and Don Pedro,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are in the balance too.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad18">Don Juan! Don Pedro!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> What, sir, is this to me, who neither know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Juan, nor Don Pedro, nor yourself?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Having then done my duty to my friends,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And (once again I say ’t) to yourself, madam,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_346"></a>[346]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Albeit in vain—I’ll not offend you more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By my vain presence. (<i>Going.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad14">Nay, a moment—wait.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must clear up this mystery. Indeed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I would not be discourteous or ungrateful:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But ere I thank you for your courtesy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Know you to whom you do it?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad22">To Donna Eugenia.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> Well, sir?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad14">Oh, the hypocrite!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad34">You are the lady?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> Enough—give me the letter, and adieu.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> I can forbear no longer. (<i>Coming out.</i>) Sister, stop!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh! what to do!—the letter—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad22">Well?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad30">I tell you</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My father and my cousin are coming up,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And if they see—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad10">Well, if they see? what then!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I wish them both to see and hear it all.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Calling.</i>) Sir! Father! Cousin! Otañez!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Alon.</i> (<i>within</i>). <span class="pad24">Clara’s voice?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> What to do now?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad18">Alas, to tell the truth,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When I but wish’d to lie!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara</i> (<i>calling</i>). <span class="pad6">This way, sir, here!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> Will you expose us both? In here! in here!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>She hides <span class="smcap">Felix</span> behind arras.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alonso</span>, <span class="smcap">Torribio</span>, <span class="smcap">Mari Nuño</span>, <span class="smcap">Otañez</span>, etc.</i></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> What is the matter?</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> There is some one in the house, sir. A<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_347"></a>[347]</span>
man—I saw him stealing along the corridor, towards the garret.</p>

<p><i>Brigida.</i> It must be a robber.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> A robber?</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> What more likely in a rich Indian’s house?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> I’ll search the house.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> I’ll lead the forlorn hope, though that garret
were Maestricht itself. Now, cousin, you shall see
if I’ve a Capacity or not.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Alonso</span> and the men.</i></p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Do you two watch in the passage. (<i>Exeunt
<span class="smcap">Mari Nuño</span> and <span class="smcap">Brigida</span>.</i>) And now, sir, the door
is open, give me the letter and begone.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Adieu, madam, neglect not its advice.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Alas, alas, she has it!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> She’s all too fair! come, honour, come, and shame
False love from poaching upon friendship’s game!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Re-enter <span class="smcap">Alonso</span>, etc.</i></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> We can see nothing of him, daughter.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Nay, sir, he probably made off when the
alarm was given. Take no more trouble.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Nay, we’ll search the whole house.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> What do you say to my Capacity now,
cousin?</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Alonso</span>, <span class="smcap">Torribio</span>, etc.</i></p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> You see, Eugenia, in what your enterprises
end. At the first crack, you faint and surrender. I
have done all this to show you the difference between
talking and doing. And now go; I have got the
letter, and want to read it.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> And so do I! but—</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Go! I am mistress now. (<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Eugenia</span>.</i>)
May they not have written to me under cover of her<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_348"></a>[348]</span>
name? let me see. (<i>Reads.</i>) ‘Let not him offend
honour by the very means he takes to secure it; at
least let his good intention excuse his ill seeming.
Don Juan, more than ever enamoured of you, hangs
about your doors; Don Pedro follows every step you
take; they are both in my house; it is impossible
but the secret must soon escape both, who must then
refer their rivalry to the sword, and all to the scandal
of your name. You can, by simply disowning both,
secure their lives, your own reputation, and my peace
of mind as their friend and host. Adieu!’</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh what perplexing thoughts this little letter</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Buzzes about my brain, both what it says,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And leaves unsaid!—oh, can it be for me?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And is the quiet nun really belov’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the cover of an idle flirt?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or is it but for her—the vain, pert thing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who thinks her eye slays all it looks upon?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If it be so, and she, not I, is lov’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I yet may be reveng’d—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> (<i>entering</i>). <span class="pad6">On whom?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad26">Eugenia!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This letter that has fallen to my hands,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But meant for you—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad16">Oh, I know all about it.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> Know all about it! know then that two men</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are even now following your steps like dogs</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To tear your reputation between them,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And then each other for that worthless sake,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yet—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> A moment, you shall see at once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How easily I shall secure myself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And them, and supersede your kind intentions.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Signor Don Pedro! (<i>Calls at the window.</i>)</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_349"></a>[349]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad12">What are you about?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> Listen and you will hear.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> <span class="pad26">You dare not do it!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> My father’s safely lockt up in his room,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Thanks to the gout your false alarm has brought.)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My cousin gone to buy capacities,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now’s my time. (<i>Calling at the window.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent18">Don Pedro! Signor Don Pedro!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> (<i>coming below to the window</i>).</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He well may wait to have his name thrice call’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When such a goddess—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad16">Listen, sir, to me.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It is because, I say, <i>because</i> this room,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Away from father’s and duenna’s ears,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Allows some harmless speech, it also bars</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All nearer access than the ears and eyes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of father or duenna both could do.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, seeing harm of harmless trifling come,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I now entreat, implore, command you, sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To leave this window and my threshold clear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now and for ever!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad12">Hear me—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad24">Pardon me,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I cannot.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad4">But this once—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad22">If you persist</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must be rude.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad10">Oh, how do worse than—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> (<i>shutting the blinds down</i>). <span class="pad6">Thus!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> And to your other gallant?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> <span class="pad30">Why not think</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If he were here, I’d do the same to him?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, Clara, be assured my levities</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are but the dust on youth’s butterfly wing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though prudes and sinners too take fright at them;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_350"></a>[350]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like that benighted traveller, you know,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, frighted by a shallow brook that jump’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And bubbled at his right, swerved to the left</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And tumbled into one that lay quite still,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But deep enough to drown him for his pains.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> What, did she hear what to myself I said?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or saw my colour change from white to red?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or only guess’d me waiting for the prey</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her idle chatter ought to fright away?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If chance have done more than all prudence could,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Prudence at least may make occasion good.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And if these lovers by mistake should woo,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why (by mistake) should I not listen too?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And teach the teacher, to her proper cost,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Those waters are least deep that prattle most.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<hr />

<h3>ACT III</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>Room in <span class="smcap">Alonso’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Clara</span> and <span class="smcap">Mari Nuño</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> It is so, indeed.</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> You know you can always rely on my old
love to you. But indeed I cannot but wonder at
your sister’s forwardness.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Yes; to think of two cavaliers after her at
once! I look upon it as my duty to set all to right;
to do this I must once more speak to him who
warned me of it; and I want you to give him this
letter—in <i>her</i> name, remember—this will bring him
here to-night, and I shall undeceive him for ever.
But hark! some one—</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_351"></a>[351]</span></p>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Torribio</span> is about to enter.</i></p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> ’Tis that wretch. Stay, sir, no man comes
in here.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Away, troublesome duenna.</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> It’s not decent, I tell you.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> An’t my cousin decent; and an’t I?</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> What is the matter?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> This old woman won’t let me come in.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> She is right, unless my father be with you.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Oh, I understand—</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Those that are out</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still will pout.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Well, since she who is in, and may grin, is
not here, you have no business neither. For me,
what grudge I have against you, be assured I can
and will repay. Mari, remember.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> Hark! some one at the door.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Torr.</i> By heaven and earth, I do begin suspect!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I say again I do begin suspect!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And valour rises with suspicion—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I shall ere long be very terrible.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ancestors! Head of house! Capacity!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For passing through the house—let me not say it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till I have told my tongue it lies to say it—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In passing through the passage, what saw I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Within Eugenia’s room, behind her bed!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I saw——</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center">(<i>Re-enter <span class="smcap">Mari Nuño</span> with a letter.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mari.</i> A letter, madam,—Where is she?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Torr.</i> Woman, she was, but is not. A letter too?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Give it me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mari.</i> <span class="pad6">You too!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Torr.</i> <span class="pad16">Give it me, or dread</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My dreadful vengeance on your wither’d head.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_352"></a>[352]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mari.</i> Leave hold of it.—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Torr.</i> <span class="pad20">I’ll not! The more you pull,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The more—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mari.</i> <span class="pad4">Then take that on your empty skull!</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Deals him a blow, and calls.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Help! Help!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Torr.</i> <span class="pad6">You crying, when two teeth are out—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Mari.</i> ‘As swelling prologues of’—Help! murder! murder!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Eugenia</span>, <span class="smcap">Clara</span>, <span class="smcap">Alonso</span>, <span class="smcap">Brigida</span>, etc.</i></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> What is the matter now?</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> Don Torribio, sir, because I wouldn’t let
him have my young lady’s letter, has laid violent hands on me.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> I?</p>

<p><i>All.</i> Don Torribio!</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> I tell you—</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Indeed, nephew, your choleric jealousy
carries you too far. A respectable female in my house!</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> I tell you that it is <i>me</i> who—</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> I know—enough—make not the matter
worse by worse excuses. Give me the letter has
been the cause of such unseemly conduct.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> (<i>aside</i>). If it should be from one of them!</p>

<p><i>Clara</i> (<i>aside to <span class="smcap">Eugenia</span></i>). Nothing I hope from
your gallants.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> (<i>reads</i>). ‘My dear nieces, this being the day
of the Queen’s public entry, I have engaged a balcony,
and will send my coach for you directly to come and
see it with me.’ This, you see, nephew, is all your
suspicions amount to! My cousin, Donna Violante,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_353"></a>[353]</span>
inviting my daughters to witness this august ceremony!
If you still suspect; here, take it, and read it for yourself.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> (<i>after looking at the letter</i>). I tell you what,
uncle, if they wait till I’ve read it, they’ll not see the
sight at all.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Why so?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Because I can’t read.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> That this should be!</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> But that’s no matter neither. They can
teach me before they go.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> What, when it’s to-day? almost directly?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Can’t it be put off?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> ’Tis useless saying more. Daughters, such
a ceremony happens, perhaps, but once in a life;
you must see it. On with your mantles, whether
Don Torribio approve or not. I am lame, you see,
and must keep at home; to hear about it all from
you on your return.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> At your pleasure, sir.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Shall I stay with you, sir, while Clara—</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> No, no. Both of you go.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> (<i>aside to <span class="smcap">Mari</span>, while putting on her mantle</i>).
Remember the letter!</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> Trust to me.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> (<i>aside</i>). I wonder if they will be there!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt all but <span class="smcap">Torribio</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Torr.</i> Whether the Queen enter to-day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To-morrow, or keep quite away,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let those go see who have a mind;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am resolved to stay behind:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now all gone, and coast quite clear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clear up the secret I suspect and fear.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_354"></a>[354]</span></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>A Room in <span class="smcap">Felix’s</span> House.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Felix</span> and <span class="smcap">Hernando</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> Not going to see the Entry, sir?</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> What use going to a festival if one has no
spirits for it?</p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> Humph, what makes you out of spirits?</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Why should you ask?</p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> Nay, then, you have already answer’d me.
You are in love.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> I scarce know whether you are right or wrong,
Hernando. I have indeed seen a lady whose very
beauty forbids all hope of my attaining it.</p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> How so, sir?</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> She who has enslaved Don Juan and Don
Pedro has fetter’d me, at last! I should care little
for their rivalry, had not each made me keeper of his
love, so that—Hark!</p>

<p><i>Mari Nuño</i> (<i>within</i>). Don Felix!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Who is that?</p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> Some one calling you.</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> (<i>within</i>). Señor Don Felix!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Well?</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> (<i>within</i>). From Donna Eugenia!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>A letter is thrown in at the window.</i></p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> From Eugenia! (<i>Reads.</i>) ‘Grateful to you
for your advice, I have already begun to follow it;
but, in order to that, I must see you once again,
this evening! Adieu!’ Here’s a dilemma! For if—</p>

<p><i>Hern.</i> Don Juan!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_355"></a>[355]</span></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Juan</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan</i> (<i>aside</i>). What was that?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad32">Don Juan back,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When such a festival—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad16">And you? Oh, Felix,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know not how to speak or hold my tongue!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> A riddle! How is that?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad24">Why, if I speak</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I needs must anger you; if not, myself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> I do not understand it yet.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad28">Nor I;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet if you give me leave (as leave they give</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To children and to fools to say their mind)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll say mine.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad10">Surely say it.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad24">Tell me then—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That letter I saw flying in at the window</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As I came up, what was it?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad22">That of all</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That you could ask, Juan, I cannot answer—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must not—relying on our old regard</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For fair construction.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad16">I believe it, Felix:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet seeing that you first excused yourself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From helping on my suit, upon the score</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of other obligation; and that now,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n now, but a few wretched minutes back,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Eugenia herself, in the public street,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forbad me from her carriage angrily</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From following her more—What can I think</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that she loves another? when besides,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Coming back suddenly, I hear her name</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_356"></a>[356]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whisper’d—oh what so loud as an ill whisper!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By you, and see a letter too thrown in,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which on my coming up confused you hide,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And will not say from whom—I say, Don Felix,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What can I think?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> (<i>aside</i>). <span class="pad4">And I, what can I do?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, even if I may excuse myself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must needs embroil Don Pedro!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad24">Answer me.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Have I not answer’d you sufficiently,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In saying that my old and well-tried love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should well excuse my silence?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad24">I confess</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your love, old and well-tried as you profess;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And on that very score ask of you, Felix,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What you would do if one as true and tried</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In a like case seal’d up his lips to you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Leave them unlockt in fullest confidence.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Alas! how much, much easier to give</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than follow ev’n the counsel one implores!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Felix, in pity I entreat of you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Show me that letter!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad16">Gladly should you see it</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If no one but myself were implicate.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> There <i>is</i> then some one else?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad30">There is.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad40">Who else?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> That’s what I cannot tell you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad30">Dare not trust</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A friend as true to you as you to him?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> In anything but this.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">What can this do</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But aggravate my worst suspicions?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> I cannot help it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad18">I must tell you then</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_357"></a>[357]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">My friendship for you, Felix, may defer,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But not forgo, the reading of that letter.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> I am sorry, sir, your friendship must abide</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In ignorance till doomsday.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad22">You’ll not show it?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> No, never.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad10">Follow me, sir.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad28">Where you please.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>As they are going out, enter <span class="smcap">Pedro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> How now? Don Juan and Felix quarrelling?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Nay, only walking out.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad24">What, walking out,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With hands upon your swords and inflam’d faces?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You shall not go.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Hern.</i> <span class="pad12">That’s right, sir, keep them back,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They were about—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad14">Peace, rascal!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad30">Friends may quarrel,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But surely not to such extremity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that a third may piece the quarrel up</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without the sword. The cause of your dispute?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> I must be silent.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad18">And so must not I;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who will not have it thought</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I forgot my manners as a guest</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For any idle reason. You, Don Pedro,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though lately known to me, are a gentleman,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you shall hear my story.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad24">Not a word,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or else—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad8">Nay, Felix—</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_358"></a>[358]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad12">I will speak it out!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Don Pedro, I confided to Don Felix,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My friend and host, the love I long have borne</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For one with whom he could advance my suit,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And promised so to do it; but instead,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yea, under the very mask of doing it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has urged his own; has even now received</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A letter through that ready window thrown,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He dares not show me; and to make all sure,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I heard him whispering as I came upstairs,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The very name of my Eugenia—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad24">Hold!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This is my quarrel.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He who pretends to love Eugenia</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must answer it to me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> <span class="pad14">Two rivals, then!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> Two enemies grown out of two old friends</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By the very means I used to keep them so!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Keep them, indeed!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad22">When with base treachery—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> Hypocrisy—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad14">Under the name of friend—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan.</i> A pretty friend—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad20">You robb’d me—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan</i> (<i>turning to <span class="smcap">Pedro</span></i>). <span class="pad10">You! Dare <i>you</i></span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pretend—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Juan</span></i>). Dare <i>I!</i> Dare <i>you</i>, sir?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> <span class="pad38">Peace, I say,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And hear me speak!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Felix</span></i>). The time is past for that.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Follow me, sir.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ped.</i> <span class="pad10">No, <i>me</i>.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> One, or the other, or together both,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll either lead or follow, nothing loath!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt wrangling.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_359"></a>[359]</span></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i><span class="smcap">Alonso</span> sitting.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Torribio</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Oh, uncle!</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Well, what now?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Oh, such a thing! I suspected it!</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Well, tell me.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Such a thing!</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Speak, man.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> When we were searching the house for the
man cousin Clara told us of—</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Well?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Passing by cousin Eugenia’s room, I saw—
I have not breath to say it!</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Speak, sir.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Those men in the house—those dandies
about the door—I know how they get in now—when
I found in my cousin’s room—behind her very bed—</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Don Torribio!</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> The very ladder they climb up by!</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> A ladder?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Ah, and a very strong one too, all of iron
and cord.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> If this were true—</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Wait till I show it you, then.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Not in vain did Mari Nuño warn me of her
dangerous disposition! If he have such a proof of
her incontinence how will he marry her?</p>

<p class="center"><i>Re-enter <span class="smcap">Torribio</span> with a fardingale.</i></p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> There, uncle, there it is, hoops, and steps,
and all!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_360"></a>[360]</span></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> This a ladder?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Ah, that, if it were all let out, would scale
the tower of Babel, I believe.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> I can scarce control my rage. Fool! this
is a fardingale, not a ladder.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> A what-ingale?</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> A fardingale, fool!<a id="FNanchor_10" href="#Footnote_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a></p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Why, that’s worse than the ladder!</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> You will fairly drive me out of my senses!
Go, sir, directly, and put it back where you took it
from, and for Heaven’s sake, no more of such folly!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Well—to think of this! and my cousin that
looked so nice too!</p>

<p><i>Voices</i> (<i>within</i>). Coach there! coach!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Mari Nuño</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> They are come back. I must get lights.
Who’s this?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Nobody.</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> What are you doing with that fardingale;
and where did you get it?</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_361"></a>[361]</span></p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Nothing, and nowhere.</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> Come, give it me at once, lest I give you
the fellow of the cuff I gave you before.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> For fear of which, take that upon your
wrinkled chaps. (<i>Strikes her, and calls out.</i>) Help!
help! Murder! murder! Help!</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Alonso</span>, <span class="smcap">Clara</span>, <span class="smcap">Eugenia</span>, etc. in mantles.</i></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> What now?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Mari Nuño there, only because I wished her
good night, laid violent hands on me.</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> Oh the wretch! he wanted to make love to
me—and worse—declaring he would none of any
who used such a thing as this. (<i>Showing fardingale.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Let us hear no more of such folly. There
is something else to-day to tell of. Well, (<i>to his
daughters</i>,) you have seen this procession?</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> Ay, sir; the greatest sight, I believe, that
Spain has seen since she was greatest of nations.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> I, who could not go myself, am to see it,
you know, in your recital.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> As best we can, sir.</p>

<p><i>Clara</i> (<i>aside to <span class="smcap">Mari Nuño</span></i>). Have you seen
Don Felix?</p>

<p><i>Mari</i> (<i>aside</i>). Enough, he will be here. But when?</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> When the story is done, and all weary are
gone to bed.</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> Good.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit; the rest sit down.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> Begin you then, Eugenia, I will chime in.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> This being the long-expected day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When our fair Spain and fairest Mariana</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should quicken longing hope to perfect joy,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_362"></a>[362]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Madrid awoke, and dress’d her squares and streets</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In all their glory; through all which we pass’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Up to the Prado, where the city’s self,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In white and pearl array’d, by ancient usage,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Waited in person to receive the bride</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By a triumphal arch that rose heaven-high,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The first of four all named and hung about</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With emblems of the four parts of the world,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Each with a separate element distinct,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of which our sovereign lord was now to lay</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The four crowns at his sovereign lady’s feet.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> And this first arch was Europe; typified</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By the wide Air, which temperatest she breathes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And which again, for double cognizance,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wore the imperial eagle for its crest;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With many another airy symbol more,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And living statues supplementary</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of Leon and Castile, each with its crown,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Austria, the cradle of the royal bride,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And Rome, the mistress of the faith of all.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> Here then, when done the customary rite</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of kissing hands and due obeisance,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Drum, trumpet, and artillery thundering,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With that yet lordliest salute of all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A people’s universal acclamation;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(And never in the world were subjects yet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So proud, and bow’d, and with so good a cause;)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under a golden canopy she moved</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tow’rd San Geronimo, whose second arch,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of no less altitude and magnificence,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deckt with the sixty crowns of Asia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Received her next, wearing for cognizance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Earth, of which Asia is the largest piece;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which Earth again carried a lion’s mane,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As proclamation of her noblest growth.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_363"></a>[363]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> Thence passing on, came to where Africa,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her waste of arid desert embleming</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By Fire, whose incarnation, the Sun,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Burn’d on this arch as in his house in heaven,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bore record of the trophies two great Queens</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon the torrid continent had won,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, one with holy policy at home,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The other in Granada by the sword,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Extirpated deadly Mahometism.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> Last, to the Holy Virgin dedicate,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From whose cathedral by the holy choir</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Chaunted Te Deum, rose in splendid arch</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">America, wearing for her device</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The silver image of the Ocean,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That roll’d the holy cross to the New World.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And so all pass’d to the Escurial,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In front of which, in two triumphal cars,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Two living statues were—one Mercury,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, as divine ambassador, thus far</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had brought the royal bride propitiously;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The other, Hymen, who took up the charge</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mercury left, and with unquenching torch,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While cannon, trumpet, choir, and people’s voice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thunder’d her praises, took the palfrey’s rein,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who gloried in the beauty that he bore,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And brought and left her at her palace door.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Well done, well done, both of you, in whose
lively antiphony I have seen it all as well as if I had
been there.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Well, for my part I neither wanted to see
it nor hear of it.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> No? why so, nephew?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Lord, I’ve seen twice as good as that down
in my country many a time, all the boys and girls
dancing, and the mayor, and the priest, and—</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_364"></a>[364]</span></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Peace, peace. Come, Brigida, light me to
my room, I am sleepy.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> And I; with sight-seeing, and sight-telling,
I suppose. (<i>Aside.</i>) And with a heavy heart, alas!</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Alonso</span>, <span class="smcap">Eugenia</span>, and <span class="smcap">Brigida</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Will not you to bed too, sir?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Not till I’ve had my supper, I promise you.
Oh, I don’t care for all your sour looks, not I, nor
your threats of revenge neither.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> You don’t?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> No, I defy you.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Not if I were to prove to you that she you
slighted me for loves another?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Oh, cousin Clara!</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Shall I prove it to you?</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Oh, if my ancestors could hear this, what
would they say?</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> I don’t know. But you may hear if you
like what she says to your rival.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Ha!</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Go into this balcony, and you will hear her
talking to him in the street.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> I knew! I guessed! the ladder!</p>

<p class="right">(<i>He goes into the balcony and she shuts him in.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> There cool yourself in the night till I let
you out. And now to have <i>you</i> safe too. (<i>Locks
<span class="smcap">Eugenia’s</span> door.</i>) And now, all safe, for the first
time in my life Love and I meet in fair field. Mari
Nuño! (<i>Enter <span class="smcap">Mari</span>.</i>) Where is the Cavalier?</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> Waiting in my chamber.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Bring him. You understand it is all for
Eugenia’s good?</p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> I understand.</p>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit, and returns with <span class="smcap">Felix</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> I fly, madam, to your feet. (<i>Kneels.</i>)</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_365"></a>[365]</span></p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Rise, sir, ’tis about your letter I sent to you.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Alas, madam, all is worse than ever!</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> What has happened?</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Not only did my two friends fall out with
each other, as I expected, but with me for the very
good services I was doing them; insulted me till I
could withhold my sword no longer; we went out
to fight; were seen, pursued, and disperst by the
alguazils. I returned home to await them, but as
yet know nothing more of them.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Alas, sir, what do I not owe you for your
care on my behalf?</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> More perhaps than you imagine.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Tell me all at least, that I may at least
know my debt, if unable to repay it.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Alas, I dare not say what is said in not saying.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Said, and not said? I do not understand.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> I, alas, too well!</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Explain to me then, sir.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> No, madam. If what I feel is so much on
my friends’ account, it is still more for their sakes
that I keep it unsaid.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Hark! what noise is that? Mari Nuño,
what is the matter?</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Mari Nuño</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Mari.</i> Oh, madam, some one is getting over the
garden wall! Your father has heard the noise; and
is got up with his sword.</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> If he should find you!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> He need not. This balcony—</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> No, no!</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_366"></a>[366]</span></p>

<p><i>Torribio</i> (<i>within</i>). Thieves! Murder! Help!
(<i>He opens the balcony; <span class="smcap">Torribio</span> falls forward
on him, pushed in by <span class="smcap">Juan</span> with his sword
drawn.</i>)</p>

<table class="jt">
<tr>
<td>
<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Torr.</i> Murder! Murder!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Juan</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Felix</span></i>). Thou too here, traitor!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fel.</i> (<i>drawing his sword</i>). Who are these?</div>
  </div>
</div>
</td>
<td class="valign" rowspan="3">} All at once.</td>
</tr>
</table>

<p class="center">(<i>Confusion, in which enter <span class="smcap">Alonso</span> with
drawn sword, <span class="smcap">Otañez</span>, <span class="smcap">Brigida</span>, etc.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Two! Torribio, to my side!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Wait! wait! Let me explain.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> Don Felix!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Listen to me, all of you, I say! I was sent
for to prevent, not to do, mischief, by Donna Eugenia herself—</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Eugenia</span>.</i></p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> By <i>me</i>, sir!</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Hold, hold, Eugenia!</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> I will <i>not</i> hold when my name is in question
without my—Sent for by me, sir!</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Not by you, madam; by Donna Eugenia,
(<i>pointing to <span class="smcap">Clara</span></i>) to prevent—</p>

<p><i>Alon. and Eug.</i> Clara!</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Ah, ’twas she put me to freeze in the
balcony, too.</p>

<p><i>Clara</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Felix</span></i>). Sir, you come here to save
another from peril. Leave me not in it.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> <i>I</i> leave you, madam, who would lay down
my life for you! and all the rather if you are <i>not</i>
Donna Eugenia.</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_367"></a>[367]</span></p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> None but her father or her husband must
do that.</p>

<p><i>Fel.</i> Then let me claim to do it as the latter.
(<i>Kneels to <span class="smcap">Clara</span>.</i>)</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> But Clara?</p>

<p><i>Clara.</i> Sir, I am ready to obey my father—and
my husband.</p>

<p><i>Eug.</i> And I, sir. And to prove my duty, let me
marry my cousin at once, and retire with him to the
mountains.</p>

<p><i>Torr.</i> Marry me! No, indeed! No Capacities,
and ladders, and—what-d’ye-call-’ems—for me. I’ll
e’en go back as I came, with my ancestors safe in my
saddle-bags, I will.</p>

<p><i>Juan</i> (<i>to <span class="smcap">Alonso</span></i>). Permit me, sir. I am Don
Juan de Mendoza; a name at least not unknown to
you. I have loved your daughter long; and might
have had perchance favourable acceptation from her
mother long ago, had not you yourself been abroad
at the time.</p>

<p><i>Alon.</i> I now remember to have heard something
of the kind. What say you, Eugenia?</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eug.</i> I am ready to obey my father—and my husband.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With which at last our comedy shall close,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Asking indulgence both of friends and foes.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clara.</i> And ere we part our text for envoy give,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beware of all smooth waters while you live!</div>
  </div>
</div>

</div>

<p>This Comedy seems an Occasional Piece, to celebrate the
marriage of Philip IV. with Anna Maria of Austria, and the
pageants that Calderon himself was summoned to devise and
manage. This marriage was in 1649; when Calderon, as old
as the century, was in his prime; and I think the airy lightness
of the dialogue, the play of character, the easy intrigue, and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_368"></a>[368]</span>
the happily introduced wedding rhapsodies, make it one of the
most agreeable of his comedies.</p>

<p>As I purposely reduced the swell of Isabel’s speech in the
last play, I must confess that the present version of these
wedding pageants, though not unauthorised by the original,
had perhaps better have been taken in a lighter tone to chime
in with so much common dialogue. But they were done first,
to see what could be made of them: and, as little dramatic
interest is concerned, are left as they were; at least not the
less like so much in Calderon, where love and loyalty are
concerned; and to be excused by the reader as speeches <i>spouted</i>
by boys on holiday occasions.</p>

<hr />

<div class="chapter">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_369"></a>[369]</span></p>

<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_MIGHTY_MAGICIAN">THE MIGHTY MAGICIAN</h2>

<p class="center larger">TAKEN FROM CALDERON’S<br />
EL MAGICO PRODIGIOSO</p>

</div>

<hr />

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_370"></a>[370]</span></p>

<h3>DRAMATIS PERSONÆ</h3>

<table summary="Dramatis personæ">
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Aurelio</span></td>
    <td><i>Viceroy of Antioch.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Lelio</span></td>
    <td><i>his Son.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Fabio</span></td>
    <td><i>a chief Officer in Antioch.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Floro</span></td>
    <td><i>his Son.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Lisandro</span></td>
    <td><i>an aged Christian.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Justina</span></td>
    <td><i>his Daughter.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Livia</span></td>
    <td><i>their Servant.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Cipriano</span></td>
    <td><i>a Professor of Learning.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Eusebio</span></td>
    <td rowspan="2" class="valign">} <i>his Scholars.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Julian</span></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Lucifer</span></td>
    <td><i>the Evil Spirit.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Citizens</span>,
    <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span>, etc.</td>
  </tr>
</table>

<hr />

<div class="drama">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_371"></a>[371]</span></p>

<h3>ACT I</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A retired Grove near Antioch.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Cipriano</span>, <span class="smcap">Eusebio</span>, and <span class="smcap">Julian</span>, with books.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> This is the place, this the sequester’d spot</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where, in the flower about and leaf above,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I find the shade and quiet that I love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And oft resort to rest a wearied wing;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And here, good lads, leave me alone, but not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lonely, companion’d with the books you bring:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That while the city from all open doors</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Abroad her gaping population pours,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To swell the triumph of the pomp divine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That with procession, sacrifice, and song</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Convoys her tutelary Zeus along</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For installation in his splendid shrine;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I, flying from the hubbub of the throng</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That overflows her thoroughfares and streets,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And here but faintly touches and retreats,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In solitary meditation may</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Discount at ease my summer holiday.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You to the city back, and take your fill</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of festival, and all that with the time’s,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_372"></a>[372]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And your own youth’s, triumphant temper chimes;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leaving me here alone to mine; until</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yon golden idol reaching overhead,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dragg’d from his height, and bleeding out his fires</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Along the threshold of the west, expires,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And drops into the sea’s sepulchral lead.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eusebio.</i> Nay, sir, think once again, and go with us,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or, if you will, without us; only, go;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lest Antioch herself as well as we</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cry out upon a maim’d solemnity.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Julian.</i> Oh, how I wish I had not brought the books,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which you have ever at command—indeed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without them, all within them carry—here—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Garner’d—aloft—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Euseb.</i> <span class="pad10">In truth, if stay you will,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I scarcely care to go myself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad22">Nay, nay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Good lads, good boys, all thanks, and all the more,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If you but leave it simply as I say.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You have been somewhat over-tax’d of late,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And want some holiday.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Julian.</i> <span class="pad14">Well, sir, and you?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Oh, I am of that tougher age and stuff</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose relaxation is its work. Besides,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Think you the poor Professor needs no time</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For solitary tillage of his brains,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before such shrewd ingatherers as you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come on him for their harvest unawares?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Away, away! and like good citizens</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Help swell the general joy with two such faces</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As such as mine would only help to cloud.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Euseb.</i> Nay, sir—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad14">But I say, Yea, sir! and my scholars</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By yea and nay as I would have them do.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_373"></a>[373]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Euseb.</i> Well, then, farewell, sir.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad30">Farewell, both of you.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">Eusebio</span> and <span class="smcap">Julian</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Away with them, light heart and wingèd heel,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Soon leaving drowsy Pallas and her dull</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Professor out of sight, and out of mind.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yet not so perhaps; and, were it so,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, better with the frolic herd forgetting</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All in the youth and sunshine of the day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than ruminating in the shade apart.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well, each his way and humour; some to lie</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like Nature’s sickly children in her lap,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While all the stronger brethren are at play;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When ev’n the mighty Mother’s self would seem</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Drest out in all her festival attire</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In honour of the universal Sire</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom Antioch as for her own to-day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Propitiates. Hark, the music!—Speed, good lads,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or you will be too late. Ah, needless caution!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n now already half way down the hill,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Spurr’d by the very blood within their veins,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They catch up others, who catching from them</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The fire they re-inflame, the flying troop</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Consuming fast to distance in a cloud</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of dust themselves have kindled, whirls away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where the shrill music blown above the walls</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tells of the solemn work begun within.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, ev’n the shrieking pipe that pierces here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shows me enough of all the long procession</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of white-robed priest and chanting chorister,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The milkwhite victim crown’d, and high aloft</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The chariot of the nodding deity,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose brazen eyes that, as their sockets see,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Stare at his loyal votaries. Ah, me!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well, here too happier, if not wiser, those</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_374"></a>[374]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, with the heart of unsuspicious youth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Take up tradition from their fathers’ hands</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To pass it on to others in their turn;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But leaving me behind them in the race</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With less indeed than little appetite</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For ceremonies, and to gods, like these,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, let the rabble shout for as they please,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another sort begin to shake their heads at,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And heaven to rumble with uneasily</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As flinging out some antiquated gear.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So wide, since subtle Greece the pebble flung</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into the sleeping pool of superstition,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Its undulation spreads to other shores,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And saps at the foundation of our schools.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">—Why, this last Roman, Caius Plinius—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who drawing nature’s growth and history</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Down to her root and first cause—What says he?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n at the very threshold of his book</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A definition laying, over which</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The clumsy mimic idols of our shrines</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Stumble and break to pieces—oh, here it is—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘<i>Quapropter effigiem Dei formamque quærere</i>,</div>
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Imbecillitatis humanæ reor</i>’—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘All visible effigies of God</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But types of human imbecility.’—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But what has Antioch to say to that,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who at such cost of marble and of gold</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has built the very temple into which</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She drags her tutelary Zeus to-day?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Zeus veritable God, this effigy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is none of him at all! But then, alas!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This same <i>Quapropter</i> follows a premiss</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That elbows out Zeus with his effigy.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For—as I gather from his foreign word—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wherever, or Whatever, Deity—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_375"></a>[375]</span>
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Si modo est alius</i>—if distinct at all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From universal Nature—it must be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One all-informing, individual Whole,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All eye, all ear, all self, all sense, all soul—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whereas this Zeus of ours, though Chief indeed—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, <i>because</i> chief of other gods than he,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Comes from this Roman’s hand no God at all!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This is a knotty question.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lucifer</i> (<i>without</i>). Nor while I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tangle, for you, good doctor, to untie.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> What! The poor bird scarce settled on the bough,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before the fowler after him! How now?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who’s there?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lucifer</i> (<i>entering habited as a Merchant</i>). A stranger; therefore pardon him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who somehow parted from his company,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And lost in his own thoughts (a company</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know one cannot lose so easily)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has lost his way to Antioch.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad22">Antioch!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose high white towers and temples ev’n from here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Challenge the sight, and scarce a random line</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Traced by a wandering foot along the grass</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But thither leads for centre.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad22">The old story,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of losing what one should have found on earth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By staring after something in the clouds—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is it not so?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad8">To-day too, when so many</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are flocking thither to the festival,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose current might have told—and taken—you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The way you wish’d to go.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad20">To say the truth,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My lagging here behind as much I think</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_376"></a>[376]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">From a distaste for that same festival</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Of which they told us as we came along)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As inadvertency—my way of life</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Busied enough, if not too much, with men</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To care for them in crowd on holidays,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When business stands, and neither they nor I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gaping about can profit one another;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And therefore, by your leave—but only so—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I fain would linger in this quiet place</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till evening, under whose dusky cloak</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I may creep unobserved to Antioch.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> (<i>aside</i>) Humane address, at least. And why should I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Grudge him the quiet I myself desire?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Aloud</i>) Nay, this is public ground—for you, as me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To use it at your pleasure.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad22">Still with yours—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom by your sober suit and composed looks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And by this still society of books,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I take to be a scholar—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad18">And if so?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Ill brooking idle company.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad28">Perhaps;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that no wiser traveller need be—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, if I judge of you as you of me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though with no book hung out for sign before,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Perchance a scholar too.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad20">If so, more read</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In men than books, as travellers are wont.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, if myself but little of a bookman,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Addicted much to scholars’ company,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of whom I meet with many on my travels,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And who, you know, themselves are living books.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> And you have travell’d much?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad32">Ay, little else,</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_377"></a>[377]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">One may say, since I came into the world</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than going up and down it: visiting</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As many men and cities as Ulysses,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From first his leaving Troy without her crown,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Along the charmèd coasts he pass’d, with all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The Polyphemes and Circes in the way,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Right to the Pillars where his ship went down.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, and yet further, where the dark Phœnician</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Digs the pale metal which the sun scarce deigns</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With a slant glance to ripen in earth’s veins:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or back again so close beneath his own</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Proper dominion, that the very mould</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beneath he kindles into proper gold,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And strikes a living Iris into stone.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> One place, however, where Ulysses was,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I think you have not been to—where he saw</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Those he left dead upon the field of Troy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come one by one to lap the bowl of blood</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Set for them in the fields of Asphodel.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Humph!—as to that, a voyage which if all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must take, less need to brag of; or perchance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ulysses, or his poet, apt to err</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About the people and their doings there—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But let the wonders in the world below</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be what they may; enough in that above</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For any sober curiosity,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without one’s diving down before one’s time:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not only countries now as long ago</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Known, till’d, inhabited, and civilized;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As Egypt, Greece, and Rome, with all their arts,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Trades, customs, polities, and history:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But deep in yet scarce navigated seas,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Countries uncouth, with their peculiar growths</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of vegetation or of life; where men</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are savage as the soil they never till;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_378"></a>[378]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or never were, or were so long ago,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Their very story blotted from the page</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of earth they wrote it on; unless perchance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From riot-running nature’s overgrowth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of swarming vegetation, peeps some scarce</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Decypherable monument, which yet,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To those who find the key, perchance has told</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Stories of men, more mighty men, of old,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or of the gods themselves who walk’d the world</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When with the dews of first creation wet.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Oh knowledge from the fountain freshly drawn</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without the tedious go-between of books!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But with fresh soul and senses unimpair’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What from the pale reflexion of report</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We catch at second hand, and much beside</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That in our solitary cells we miss.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Ay, truly we that travel see strange things,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though said to tell of stranger; some of us,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deceived ourselves, or seeking to deceive,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With prodigies and monsters which the world,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As wide and full of wonders as it is,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Never yet saw, I think, nor ever will:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which yet your scholars use for clay and straw</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of which to build your mighty folios—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For instance, this same bulky Roman here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose leaf you turn’d, I doubt impatiently,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When my intrusion rustled in the leaves—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Hah! But how knew you—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad24">Nay, if some stray words</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of old familiar Latin met my ear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As I stood hesitating.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> (<i>holding up the book</i>). This at least</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You read then?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad10">One might say before ’twas written.</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_379"></a>[379]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> But how so?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad14">Oh, this same sufficient Roman,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What is he but another of the many</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who having seen a little and heard more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That others pick’d as loosely up before,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Constructs his little bird’s-nest universe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of shreds and particles of false and true</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cemented with some thin philosophy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All filch’d from others, as from him to be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By the next pilfering philosopher,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till blown away before the rising wind</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of true discovery, or dropt to nothing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">After succeeding seasons of neglect.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> (<i>aside</i>) A strange man this—sharp wit and biting word.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Aloud</i>) Yet surely Man, after so many ages</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of patient observation of the world</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He lives in, is entitled by the wit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Vouchsafed him by the Maker of the world</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To draw into some comprehensive whole</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The stray particulars.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad18">Ay, and forsooth,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not only the material world he lives in;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, having of this undigested heap</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Composed a World, must make its Maker too,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of abstract attributes, of each of which</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still more unsure than of the palpable,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forthwith he draws to some consistent One</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The accumulated ignorance of each</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In so compact a plausibility</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As light to carry as it was to build.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> But, since (I know not how) you hit upon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The question I was trying when you came;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, spite of your disclaiming scholarship,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seem versed in that which occupies the best—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_380"></a>[380]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">If Pliny blunder with his single God,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As in our twilight reason well he may,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Confess however that a Deity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Plural and self-discordant, as he says,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is yet more like frail man’s imagination,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, for his own necessities and lusts,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Splits up and mangles the Divine idea</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To pieces, as he wants a piece of each;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not only gods for all the elements</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Divided into land, and sea, and sky;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But gods of health, wealth, love, and fortune; nay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of war and murder, rape and robbery;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Men of their own worse nature making gods</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To serve the very vices that suggest them,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which yet upon their fellow-men they visit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Else were an end of human polity)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With chain and fine and banishment and death.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So that unless man made such gods as these,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then are these gods worse than the man they made.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And for the attributes, which though indeed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You gibe at us for canvassing, yourself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must grant—as whether one or manifold,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deity in its simplest definition</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must be at least eternal—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad22">Well?—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad30">Yet those</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who stuff Olympus are so little that,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That Zeus himself, the sovereign of all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Barely escaped devouring at his birth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By his own father, who anticipated</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And found some such hard measure for himself;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And as for Zeus’ own progeny—some born</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of so much baser matter than his brain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As from his eggs, which the all-mighty swan</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Impregnated, and mortal Leda laid;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_381"></a>[381]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And whose two chicken-deities once hatcht</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now live and die on each alternate day.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Ay, but if much of this be allegory</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In which the wisdom of antiquity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Veils the pure Deity from eyes profane—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> —Deity taking arms against itself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under Troy walls, wounding and wounded—ay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, trailing heavenly ichor from their wounds,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So help’d by others from the field to one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who knew the leech’s art themselves did not.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Softly—if not to swear to allegory,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still less to all the poets sing of heaven,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">High up Parnassus as they think to sit.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> But these same poets, therefore sacred call’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They are who these same allegories spin</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which time and fond tradition consecrate;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What might have been of the divine within</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So overgrown with folly and with sin</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As but a spark of God would such impure</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Assimilation with himself abjure,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which yet with all the nostril that he may</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Zeus snuffs from Antioch’s sacrifice to-day.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Besides, beyond the reach of allegory</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The gods themselves in their own oracles</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Doubly themselves convict—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As when they urge two nations on to war,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By promising the victory to each;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whereby on one side their omniscience</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Suffers, as their all-goodness on the other.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> What if such seeming contradictions aim</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where human understanding cannot reach?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But granting for the sake of argument,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And for that only, what you now premise;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What follows?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad8">Why, that if, as Pliny writes,</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_382"></a>[382]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deity by its very definition</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be one, eternal, absolute, all wise,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All good, omnipotent, all ear, all eyes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Incapable of disintegration—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If this be Deity indeed—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad18">Then what?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Simply—that we in Antioch know him not.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Rash leap to necessary non-conclusion</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From a premiss that quarrels with itself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">More than the deity it would impugn;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For if one God eternal and all wise,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Omnipotent to do as to devise,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whence this disorder and discordance in—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not only this material universe,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That seems created only to be rack’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By the rebellion of its elements,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In earthquake and tempestuous anarchy—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But also in the human microcosm</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You say created to reflect it all?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For Deity, all goodness as all wise,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why create man the thing of lust and lies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You say reflects himself in his false god?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By modern oracle no more convicted</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of falsehood, than by that first oracle</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which first creation settled in man’s heart.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No, if you must define, premise, conclude,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Away with all the coward squeamishness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That dares not face the universe it questions;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Blinking the evil and antagonism</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into its very constitution breathed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By him who, but himself to quarrel with,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Quarrels as might the many with each other.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or would you be yourself one with yourself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Catch hold of such as Epicurus’ skirt,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, desperately confounded this confusion</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_383"></a>[383]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of matter, spirit, good and evil, yea,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Godhead itself, into a universe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That is created, roll’d along, and ruled,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By no more wise direction than blind Chance.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Trouble yourself no more with disquisition</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That by sad, slow, and unprogressive steps</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of wasted soul and body lead to nothing:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And only sure of life’s short breathing-while,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And knowing that the gods who threaten us</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With after-vengeance of the very crimes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They revel in themselves, are nothing more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than the mere coinage of our proper brain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To cheat us of our scanty pleasure here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With terror of a harsh account hereafter;—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Eat, drink, be merry; crown yourselves with flowers</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About as lasting as the heads they garland;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And snatching what you can of life’s poor feast,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When summon’d to depart, with no ill grace,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like a too greedy guest, cling to the table</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whither the generations that succeed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Press forward famish’d for their turn to feed.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, or before your time self-surfeited,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wait not for nature’s signal to be gone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But with the potion of the spotted weed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That peradventure wild beside your door</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For some such friendly purpose cheaply grows,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Anticipate too tardy nature’s call:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n as one last great Roman of them all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dismiss’d himself betimes into the sum</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of universe; not nothing to become;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For that can never cease that was before;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But not that sad Lucretius any more.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Oh, were it not that sometimes through the dark,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That walls us all about, a random ray</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_384"></a>[384]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Breaks in to tell one of a better day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beyond—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Lelio</span> and <span class="smcap">Floro</span>, as about to fight.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> Enough—these branches that exclude the sun</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Defy all other inquisition.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No need of further way.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> <span class="pad16">Nor further word;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Draw, sir, at once—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad14">Nay, parry that yourself</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which waited not your summons to be drawn.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Lelio, and Floro?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> <span class="pad18">What, will the leaves blab?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> And with their arms arrest a just revenge?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> And well indeed may trees begin to talk,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When men as you go babbling.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> <span class="pad22">Whoso speaks</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And loves his life, hold back.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad24">I know the voice,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But dazzled with the darkness—Cipriano?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Ay; Cipriano, sure enough; as you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lelio and Floro.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> <span class="pad10">Well, let that suffice,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And leave us as you find us.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad22">No, not yet—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> Not yet!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad14">Good Cipriano—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad32">Till I know</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How it has come to pass that two such friends,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each of the noblest blood in Antioch,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are here to shed it by each other’s hands.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> Sudden surprise, and old respect for you,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_385"></a>[385]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Suspend my sword a moment, Cipriano,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That else—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> Stand back, stand back! You are a scholar,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And better versed in logic than the laws</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of honour; and perhaps have yet to learn</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That when two noblemen have drawn the sword,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One only must return it to the sheath.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> ’Tis so indeed—once more, stand off.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad40">And once more</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Back, both of you, say I; if of your lives</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Regardless, not of mine, which thus, unarm’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I fling between your swords—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lelio, I look to you—Floro, as ever</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Somewhat hot-headed and thrasonical—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or do you hold with him the scholar’s gown</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has smother’d all the native soldiery</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That saucy so-call’d honour to itself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alone mis-arrogates? You are deceived:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am like you by birth a gentleman,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under like obligation to the laws</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of that true honour, which my books indeed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May help distinguish from its counterfeit,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, older as I am, have yet not chill’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From catching fire at any just affront—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And let me tell you this too—those same books,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ancient and modern, tell of many a hand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, turning most assiduously the leaf,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When the time came, could wield as well the sword.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am unarm’d: but you, with all your swords,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I say you shall not turn them on each other</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till you have told me what the quarrel is;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which after hearing if I own for one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That honour may not settle with good word,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I pledge my own to leave it to the sword.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now, Lelio!—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_386"></a>[386]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad4">One answer does for both:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He loves where I love.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> <span class="pad16">No—I thus much more—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He dares to love where I had loved before;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Betrayed friendship adding to the score</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of upstart love.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad10">You hear him, Cipriano?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And after such a challenge—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad22">Yet a moment.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As there are kinds of honour, so of love—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And ladies—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad6">Cipriano, Cipriano!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One friend my foe for daring love where I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let not another, daring doubt that he</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Honours himself in so dishonouring me—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> Slanting your sharp divisions on a jewel</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That if the sun turn’d all his beams upon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He could not find, or make, a flaw—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad30">Nor I then,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With far less searching scrutiny than Phœbus—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am to understand then, such a fair</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Jewel as either would in wedlock wear.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> And rather die than let another dare.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Enough, enough! of Lelio’s strange logic,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And Floro’s more intelligible rant,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And back to sober metaphor. Which of you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has this fair jewel turn’d her light upon?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro</i> (<i>after a pause</i>). Why, who would boast—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad20">Indeed, how could she be</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The very pearl of chastity she is,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Turn’d she her glances either left or right?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Which therefore each, as he obliquely steals,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Counts on as given him only—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> <span class="pad22">To have done</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With metaphor and logic, what you will,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_387"></a>[387]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">So as we fall to work;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or if you must have reason, this, I say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Resolves itself to a short syllogism—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whether she give or we presume upon—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If one of us devote himself to win her,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How dares another cross him?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad22">But if she</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not only turn to neither, but still worse,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or better, turn from both?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> But love by long devotion may be won,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That only one should offer—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> <span class="pad22">And that one</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who first—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad4">Who first!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad20">And all this while, forsooth,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The lady, of whose purity one test</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is her unblemisht unpublicity,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is made a target for the common tongue</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of Antioch to shoot reproaches at</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For stirring up two noblemen to blood.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From which she only can escape, forsooth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By choosing one of two she cares not for</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At once; or else, to mend the matter, when</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He comes to claim her by the other’s blood.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> At least she will not hate him, live or dead,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who staked his life upon her love.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad28">Small good</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To him who lost the stake; and he that won—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will she begin to love whom not before</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For laying unloved blood upon her door;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or, if she ever loved at all, love more?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is this fair logic, or of one who knows</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No more of woman’s honour than of man’s?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come, come, no more of beating round the bush.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know how I have known and loved you both,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_388"></a>[388]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">As brothers—say as sons—upon the score</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of some few years and some few books read more—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though two such fiery fine young gentlemen,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Put up your swords and be good boys again,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deferring to your ancient pedagogue;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If cold by time and studies, as you say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then fitter for a go-between in love,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And warm at least in loyalty to you.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">These jewels—to take up the metaphor</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until you choose to drop it of yourselves,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">These jewels have their caskets, I suppose—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Kindred and circumstance, I mean—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad28">Oh such</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As by their honourable poverty</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Do more than doubly set their jewel off!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Ev’n so? And may not one, who, you agree,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Proof-cold, against suspicion of the kind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be so far trusted, as, if not to see,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To hear, at least, of where, and how, enshrined?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> I know not what to answer. How say you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> Relying on your honour and tried love—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Justina, daughter of the old Lisandro.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> I know them; her if scarcely, yet how far</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your praises short of her perfections are;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Him better, by some little service done</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That rid him of a greater difficulty,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And would again unlock his door to me—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">—And who knows also, if you both agree,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her now closed lips; if but a sigh between</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May tell which way the maiden heart may lean?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> Again, what say you, Lelio?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad30">I, for one,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Content with that decision.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> <span class="pad16">Be it so.</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_389"></a>[389]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Why, after all, behold how luckily</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You stumbled on this rock in honour’s road,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That serves instead for Cupid’s stepping-stone.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And when the knightly courage of you both</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was all at fault to hammer out the way,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who knows but some duenna-doctor may?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And will—if but like reasonable men,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not angry boys, you promise to keep sheathed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your swords, while from her father or herself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I gather, from a single sigh perhaps,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To which, if either, unaware she turns;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Provided, if to one, the other yield;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But if to neither, both shall quit the field.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What say you both to this?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad20">Ay—I for one.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro.</i> And I; provided on the instant done.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> No better time than now, when, as I think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The city, with her solemn uproar busy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shuts her we have to do with close within.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But you must come along with me, for fear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your hands go feeling for your swords again</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If left together: and besides to know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The verdict soon as spoken.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad16">Let us go.</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lucifer</i> (<i>re-appearing</i>). Ay, Cipriano, faster than you think;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For I will lend you wings to burn yourself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the same taper they are singed withal.—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By the quick feelers of iniquity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That from hell’s mouth reach through this lower world,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And tremble to the lightest touch of mischief,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Warn’d of an active spirit hereabout</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of the true God inquisitive, and restless</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the false by which I rule the world,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_390"></a>[390]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Here am I come to test it for myself.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And lo! two fools have put into my hand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The snare that, wanting most, I might have miss’d;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That shall not him alone en-mesh, but <i>her</i></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom I have long and vainly from the ranks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Striv’n to seduce of Him, the woman-born,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who is one day to bruise the serpent’s head—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So is it written; but meanwhile my hour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On earth is not accomplisht, and I fain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of this detested race would hinder all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From joining in the triumph of my fall</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom I may hinder; and of these, these twain;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each other by each other snaring; yea,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Either at once the other’s snare and prey.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, my good doctor, you must doubt, you must,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And take no more the good old gods on trust;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To Antioch then away; but not so fast</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But I shall be before you, starting last.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>A room in <span class="smcap">Lisandro’s</span> house.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Lisandro</span>, <span class="smcap">Justina</span>, and <span class="smcap">Livia</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Justina.</i> At length the day draws in.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lisandro.</i> <span class="pad28">And in with it</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The impious acclamation that all day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Block up our doors and windows as we may,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Insults our faith, and doubly threatens it.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is all made fast, Justina?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad16">All shall be, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When I have seen you safely to your rest.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lis.</i> You know how edict after edict aim’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By Rome against the little band of Christ—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_391"></a>[391]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And at a time like this, the people drunk</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With idol-ecstasy—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad12">Alas, alas!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lis.</i> Oh, gladly would I scatter these last drops</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That now so scarcely creep along my veins,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And these thin locks that tremble o’er the grave,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In such a martyrdom as swept to heav’n</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The holy Paul who planted, and all those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who water’d here the true and only faith,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were ’t not for thee, for fear of thee, Justina,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Drawing you down at once into my doom,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or leaving you behind, alone, to hide</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From insult and suspicion worse than death—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I dare not think of it. Make fast; keep close;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And then, God’s will be done! You know we lie</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under a double danger.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad16">How so, sir?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lis.</i> Aurelio and Fabio, both, you know,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So potent in the city, and but now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Arm’d with a freshly whetted sword of vengeance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against the faith, but double-edged on us,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should they but know, as know they must, their sons</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Haunting the doors of this suspected house.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Alas, alas!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I should draw this danger on your head!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which yet you know—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lis.</i> <span class="pad14">I know, I know—God knows,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My darling daughter; but that chaste reserve</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Serves but to quicken beauty with a charm</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They find not in the wanton Venus here:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Drawn as they are by those withdrawing eyes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Irradiate from a mother’s, into whose</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The very eyes of the Redeemer look’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And whom I dare not haste to join in heav’n</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At cost of leaving thee defenceless here.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_392"></a>[392]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Sufficient for the day! And now the day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is done. Come to your chamber—lean on me—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Livia and I will see that all is fast;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, that all seen to, ere we sleep ourselves,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come to your bedside for your blessing. Hark!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Knocking ev’n now! See to it, Livia.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>She leads out <span class="smcap">Lisandro</span>, and returns.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, well I got my father to his chamber!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What is it?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Livia.</i> <span class="pad6">One would see your father, madam.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> At such an hour! He cannot, Livia;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know, the poor old man is gone to rest—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tell him—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Livia.</i> <span class="pad4">If not your father, then yourself,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On matter that he says concerns you both.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Me too!—Oh surely neither of the twain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We both so dread?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Livia.</i> <span class="pad10">No, madam; rather, one</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I think that neither need have cause to fear,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cipriano.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad4">Cipriano! The great scholar,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who did my father service, as I think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now may mean another; and God knows</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How much, or quickly, needed!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Livia.</i> <span class="pad22">So he says.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> What shall I do! Will not to-morrow—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipriano</i> (<i>entering</i>). <span class="pad18">Oh, lady,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You scarce can wonder more than I myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At such a visit, and at such an hour,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only let what I come to say excuse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The coming, and so much unmannerly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> My father is withdrawn, sir, for the night,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Never more wanting rest; I dare not rouse him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And least of all with any troubled news.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will not to-morrow—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_393"></a>[393]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad10">What I have to say</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Best told to-night, at once; and not the less</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Since you alone, whom chiefly it concerns,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are here to listen.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad14">I!—Well, sir, relying</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On your grave reputation as a scholar,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And on your foregone favour to my father,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If I should dare to listen—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad22">And alone?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Livia, leave us.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Livia</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad20">Oh, lady—oh, Justina—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Thus stammers the ambassador of love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In presence of its sovereign)—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You must—cannot but—know how many eyes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Those eyes have wounded—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad18">Nay, sir,—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad32">Nay, but hear.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I do not come for idle compliment,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor on my own behalf; but in a cause</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On which hang life and death as well as love.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Two of the noblest youths in Antioch,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lelio and Floro—Nay, but hear me out:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mine, and till now almost from birth each other’s</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Inseparable friends, now deadly foes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For love of you—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad12">Oh, sir!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad22">I have but now</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Parted their swords in mortal quarrel cross’d.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Oh, that was well.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad20">I think, for several sakes—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Their own, their fathers’, even Antioch’s,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That would not lose one of so choice a pair;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, I am sure you think so, lady, yours,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So less than covetous of public talk,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And least of all at such a fearful cost.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_394"></a>[394]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Oh, for all sakes all thanks!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad30">Yet little due</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For what so lightly done, and it may be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So insufficiently; this feud not stopt—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Suspended only, on a single word—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which now at this unseasonable hour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I stand awaiting from the only lips</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That can allay the quarrel they have raised.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Alas, why force an answer from my lips</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So long implied in silent disregard?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Yet, without which, like two fierce dogs, but more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Exasperated by the holding back,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They will look for it in each other’s blood.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> And think, poor men, to find their answer there!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, sir, you are the friend, the friend of both,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A famous scholar; with authority</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And eloquence to press your friendship home.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Surely in words such as you have at will</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You can persuade them, for all sakes—and yet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No matter mine perhaps—but, as you say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Their fathers’, Antioch’s, their own—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad32">Alas!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I doubt you know not in your maiden calm</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How fast all love and logic such as that</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Burns stubble up before a flame like this.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> (<i>aside</i>). And none in heaven to help them!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad46">All I can</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But one condition hardly wringing out</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of peace, till my impartial embassy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have ask’d on their behalf, which of the twain—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How shall I least offend?—you least disdain.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Disdain is not the word, sir; oh, no, no!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know and honour both as noblemen</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_395"></a>[395]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of blood and station far above my own;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And of so suitable accomplishments.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, there are many twice as fair as I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And of their own conditions, who, with half</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My wooing, long ere this had worn the wreath</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tied with a father’s blessing, and all Antioch</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To follow them with Hymenæal home.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> But if these fiery men, do what one will,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will look no way but this?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad22">Oh, but they will;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Divert their eyes awhile, a little while,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Their hearts will follow; such a sudden passion</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can but have struck a shallow root—perhaps</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ere this had perish’d, had not rival pride</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Between them blown it to this foolish height.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Disdain is not the word then. Well, to seek,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What still as wide as ever from assent—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Could you but find it in your heart to feel</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If but a hair’s-breadth less—say disesteem</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For one than for another—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad20">No, no, no!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Even to save their lives I could not say</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What is not—cannot—nay, and if it could</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I could say that was that is not—<i>can</i> not—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How should that hair’s-breadth less of hope to one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Weigh with the other to desist his suit,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Both furious as you tell me?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad22">And both are:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But ev’n that single hair thrown in by you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will turn the scale that else the sword must do.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> But surely must it not suffice for both</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That they who drew the sword in groundless hope</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sheathe it in sure despair? Despair! Good God!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For a poor creature like myself, despair!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_396"></a>[396]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">That men with souls to which a word like that</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lengthens to infinite significance,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should pin it on a wretched woman’s sleeve!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But as men talk—I mean, so far as I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can make them, as they say, despair of that</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of which, even for this world’s happiness,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Despair is better hope of better things—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will not my saying—and as solemnly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As what one best may vouch for; that so far</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As any hope of my poor liking goes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Despair indeed they must—why should not this</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Allay their wrath, and let relapsing love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In his old channel all the clearer run</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For this slight interjection in the current?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why should it not be so?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad18">Alas, I know not:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For though as much they promised, yet I doubt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When each, however you reject him now,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Believes you might be won hereafter still,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were not another to divide the field;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each upon each charging the exigence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He will not see lies in himself alone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Might draw the scarcely sheathèd sword at once;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or stifled hate under a hollow truce</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Blaze out anew at some straw’s provocation,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I perhaps not by to put it out.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> What can, what can be done then?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad34">Oh Justina,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pardon this iteration. Think once more,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before your answer with its consequence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Travels upon my lip to destiny.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know you more than maiden-wise reserved</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To other importunities of love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than those which ev’n the pure for pure confess;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet no cold statue, which, however fair,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_397"></a>[397]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Could not inflame so fierce a passion; but</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A breathing woman with a beating heart,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Already touch’d with pity, you confess,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For these devoted men you cannot love.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well, then—I will not hint at such a bower</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As honourable wedlock would entwine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About your father’s age and your own youth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which ev’n for him—and much less for yourself—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You would not purchase with an empty hand.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But yet, with no more of your heart within</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than what you now confess to—pity—pity,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For generous youth wearing itself away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In thankless adoration at your door,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Neglecting noble opportunities;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Turning all love but yours to deadly hate—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sedate, and wise, and modestly resolved,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can you be, lady, of yourself so sure—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(And surely they will argue your disdain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As apt to yield as their devotion)—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, all beside so honourably faced,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You, who now look with pity, and perhaps</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With gratitude, upon their blundering zeal,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May not be won to turn an eye less loath</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On one of them, and blessing one, save both?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Alas! I know it is impossible—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not if they wasted all their youth in sighs,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And even slavish importunities,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I could but pity—pity all the more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That all the less what only they implore</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To yield; so great a gulf between us lies.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> What—is the throne pre-occupied?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad36">If so,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By one that Antioch dreams little of.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But it grows late: and if we spoke till dawn,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have no more to say.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_398"></a>[398]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad20">Nor more will hear?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Alas, sir, to what purpose? When, all said,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Said too as you have said it—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I have but the same hard answer still;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless to thank you once and once again,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And charge you with my thankless errand back,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But in such better terms,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As, if it cannot stop ill blood, at least</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall stop blood-shedding ’tween these hapless men.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> And shall the poor ambassador who fail’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the behalf of those who sent him here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hereafter dare to tell you how he sped</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In making peace between them?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad24">Oh, do but that,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And what poor human prayer can win from Heaven,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You shall not be the poorer. So, good-night!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Good-night, good-night! Oh Lelio and Floro!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If ever friends well turn’d to deadly foes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wiser to fight than I to interpose.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lucifer</i> (<i>passing from behind</i>). The shaft has hit the mark; and by the care</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of hellish surgery shall fester there.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<hr />

<h3>ACT II</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>The sea-shore; a storm raging.</i></h4>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipriano</i> (<i>cavalierly drest</i>). Oh, mad, mad, mad ambition! to the skies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lifting to drop me deep as Hades down!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What! Cipriano—what the once so wise</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_399"></a>[399]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cipriano—quit his wonted exercise</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Among the sober walks of old renown,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To fly at love—to swell the wind with sighs</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Vainer than learning—doff the scholar’s gown</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For cap and feather, and such airy guise</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In which triumphant love is wont to go,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But wins less acceptation in her eyes—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The only eyes in which I cared to show—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My heart beneath the borrow’d feather bleeding—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than in the sable suit of long ago,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When heart-whole for another’s passion pleading.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She loves not Floro—loves not Lelio,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose quarrel sets the city’s throat agape,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And turns her reputation to reproof</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With altercation of some dusky shape</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Haunting the twilight underneath her roof—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which each believes the other:—and, for me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The guilty one of the distracted three,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She closest veils herself, or waves aloof</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In scorn; or in such self-abasement sweet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As sinks me deep and deeper at her feet,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bids me return—return for very shame</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Back to my proper studies and good name,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor waste a life on one who, let me pine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To death, will never but in death be mine.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, she says well—Oh, heart of stone and ice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unworthy of the single sacrifice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of one true heart’s devotion! Oh divine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Creature, whom all the glory and the worth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That ever ravaged or redeem’d the earth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were scanty worship offer’d at your shrine!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh Cipriano, master-fool of all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The fools that unto thee for wisdom call;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of supercilious Pallas first the mock,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now blind Cupid’s scorn, and laughing-stock;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_400"></a>[400]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who in fantastic arrogance at odds</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With the Pantheon of your people’s gods</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ransack’d the heavens for one more pure and whole</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To fill the empty temple of the soul,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now caught by retribution in the mesh</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of one poor piece of perishable flesh—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What baser demon of the pit would buy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all your ruin’d aspirations?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lucifer</i> (<i>within</i>). <span class="pad14">I!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> What! The very winds and waters</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Hear, and answer to the cry</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">She is deaf to!—Better thrown</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">On distracted nature’s bosom</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">With some passion like my own</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Torn and tortured: where the sun</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">In the elemental riot</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Ere his daily reign half done,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Leaves half-quencht the tempest-drencht</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Welkin scowling on the howling</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Wilderness of waves that under</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Slash of whirlwind, spur of lightning,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Roar of thunder, black’ning, whitening,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Fling them foaming on the shore—</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Let confusion reign and roar!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Lightnings, for your target take me!</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Waves, upon the sharp rock break me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Or into your monstrous hollow</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Back regurgitating hurl;</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Let the mad tornado whirl me</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">To the furthest airy circle</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Dissipated of the sky,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Or the gaping earth down-swallow</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">To the centre!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lucifer</i> (<i>entering</i>). By-and-bye.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Hark again! and in her monstrous</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_401"></a>[401]</span>
    <div class="verse indent4">Labour, with a human cry</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Nature yearning—what portentous</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Glomeration of the storm</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Darkly cast in human form,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Has she bolted!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad18">As among</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Flashes of the lightning flung</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Beside you, in its thunder now</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Aptly listen’d—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad14">What art thou?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> One of a realm, though dimly in your charts</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Discern’d, so vast that as from out of it</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As from a fountain all the nations flow,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Back they shall ebb again; and sway’d by One</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, without Oriental over-boast,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Because from him all kings their crowns derive,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is rightfully saluted King of kings,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose reign is as his kingdom infinite,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose throne is heaven, and earth his footstool, and</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sun, moon, and stars his diadem and crown.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who at the first disposal of his kingdom</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And distribution into sea and land—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Me, who for splendour of my birth and grand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Capacities above my fellows shone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Star of the Morning, Lucifer, alone—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Me he made captain of the host who stand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clad as the morning star about his throne.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Enough for all ambition but my own;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who discontented with the all but all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of chiefest subject of Omnipotence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rebell’d against my Maker; insolence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Avenged as soon as done on me and all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who bolster’d up rebellion, by a fall</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Far as from heaven to Hades. Madness, I know;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But worse than madness whining to repent</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_402"></a>[402]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under a rod that never will relent.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Therefore about the land and sea I go</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Arm’d with the very instrument of hate</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That blasted me: lightnings anticipate</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My coming, and the thunder rolls behind;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thus charter’d to enlarge among mankind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And to recruit from human discontent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My ranks in spirit, not in number, spent.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of whom, in spite of this brave gaberdine,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I recognize thee one: thee, by the line</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Scarr’d on thy brow, though not so deep as mine;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thee by the hollow circles of those eyes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where the volcano smoulders but not dies:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose fiery torrent running down has scarr’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The cheek that time had not so deeply marr’d.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Do not I read thee rightly?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad16">But too well;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">However come to read me—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad14">By the light</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of my own darkness reading yours—how deep!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But not, as mine is, irretrievable:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who from the fulness of my own perdition</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would, as I may, revenge myself on him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By turning to fruition your despair—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What if I make you master at a blow,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not only of the easy woman’s heart</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You now despair of as impregnable,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And waiting but my word to let you in,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But lord of nature’s secret, and the lore</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That shall not only with the knowledge, but</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Possess you with the very power of him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You sought so far and vainly for before:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So far All-eyes, All-wise, Omnipotent—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If not to fashion, able yet to shake</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That which the other took such pains to make—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_403"></a>[403]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">As in the hubbub round us; I who blurr’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The spotless page of nature at a word</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With darkness and confusion, will anon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clear it, to write another marvel on.—</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">By the word of power that binds</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">And loosens; by the word that finds</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Nature’s heart through all her rinds,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Hearken, waters, fires, and winds;</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Having had your roar, once more</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Down with you, or get you gone.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> With the clatter and confusion</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Of the universe about me</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Reeling—all within, without me,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Dizzy, dazzled—if delusion,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Waking, dreaming, seeing, seeming—</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Which I know not—only, lo!</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Like some mighty madden’d beast</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Bellowing in full career</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Of fury, by a sudden blow</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Stunn’d, and in a moment stopt</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">All the roar, or into slow</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Death-ward-drawing murmur, leaving</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Scarce the fallen carcase heaving,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">With the fallen carcase dropt.—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Behold! the word scarce fallen from his lips,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Swift almost as a human smile may chase</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A frown from some conciliated face,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The world to concord from confusion slips:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The winds that blew the battle up dead slain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or with their tatter’d standards swept amain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From heaven; the billows of the erected deep</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Roll’d with their crests into the foaming plain;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While the scared earth begins abroad to peep</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And smooth her ruffled locks, as from a rent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the black centre of the firmament,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_404"></a>[404]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Revenging his unnatural eclipse,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The Lord of heaven from its ulterior blue</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That widens round him as he pierces through</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The folded darkness, from his sovereign height</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Slays with a smile the dragon-gloom of night.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> All you have heard and witness’d hitherto</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But a foretaste to quicken appetite</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For that substantial after-feast of power</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I shall set you down to take your fill of:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When not the fleeting elements alone</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of wind, and fire, and water, floating wrack,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But this same solid frame of earth and stone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yea, with the mountain loaded on her back,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Reluctantly, shall answer to your spell</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From a more adamantine heart stone-cold</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than her’s you curse for inaccessible.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What, you would prove it? Let the mountain there</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Step out for witness. Listen, and behold.</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Monster upshot of upheaving<a id="FNanchor_11" href="#Footnote_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a></div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Earth, by fire and flood conceiving;</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Shapeless ark of refuge, whither,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">When came deluge creeping round,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Man retreated—to be drown’d—</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Now your granite anchor, fast</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">In creation’s centre, cast,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Come with all your tackle cleaving</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Down before the magic blast—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> And the unwieldy vessel, lo!</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Rib and deck of rock, and shroud</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Of pine, top-gallanted with cloud,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">All her forest-canvas squaring,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_405"></a>[405]</span>
    <div class="verse indent4">Down the undulating woodland</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">As she flounders to and fro</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">All before her tearing, bearing</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Down upon us—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad12">Anchor, ho!—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Behold the ship in port! And what if freighted</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With but one jewel, worthy welcome more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than ever full-fraught Argosy awaited,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At last descried by desperate eyes ashore;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From the first moment of her topsail showing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like a thin cobweb spun ’twixt sea and sky;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then momently before a full wind blowing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into her full proportions, till athwart</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The seas that bound beneath her, by and bye</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She sweeps full sail into the cheering port—</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Strangest bark that ever plied</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">In despite of wind and tide,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">At the captain’s magic summons</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Down your granite ribs divide,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">And show the jewel hid inside.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Justina!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad14">Soft! The leap that looks so easy</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet needs a longer stride than you can master.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Oh divine apparition, that I fain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would all my life as in Elysium lose</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only by gazing after; and thus soon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As rolling cloud across the long’d-for moon,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The impitiable rocks enclose again!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But was it she indeed?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad12">She that shall be,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yours, by means that, bringing her to you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Possess you of all nature, which in vain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You sigh’d for ere for nature’s masterpiece.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And thus much, as I told you, only sent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As foretaste of that great accomplishment,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_406"></a>[406]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which if you will but try for, you can reach</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By means which, if I practise, I can teach.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> And at what cost?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> You that have flung so many years away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In learning and in love that came to nothing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Think not to win the harvest in a day!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The God you search for works, you know, by means</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(That your philosophers call second cause),</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And we by means must underwork him—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad30">Well!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> To comprehend, and, after, to constrain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose mysteries you will not count as vain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A year in this same mountain lock’d with me?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Where she is?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad18">As I told you, where shall be</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At least this mountain after a short labour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has brought forth something better than a mouse;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And what then after a whole year’s gestation</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Accomplish under our joint midwifery,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under a bond by which you bind you mine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In fewer and no redder drops than needs</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The leech of land or water when he bleeds?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let us about—but first upon his base</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The mountain we must study in replace,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That else might puzzle your geography.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come, take your stand upon the deck with me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till with her precious cargo safe inside,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all her forest-colours flying wide,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The mighty vessel put again to sea—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What, are you ready?—Wondrous smack,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">As without a turn or tack</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Hither come, so thither back,</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">And let subside the ruffled deep</div>
    <div class="verse indent4">Of earth to her primæval sleep.—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How steadily her course the good ship trims,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_407"></a>[407]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">While Antioch far into the distance swims,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all her follies bubbling in the wake;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her scholars that more hum than honey make:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Muses so chaste as never of their kind</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would breed, and Cupid deaf as well as blind:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For Cipriano, wearied with the toil</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of so long working on a thankless soil,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At last embarking upon magic seas</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In a more wondrous Argo than of old,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sets sails with me for such Hesperides</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As glow with more than dragon-guarded gold.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<hr />

<h3>ACT III</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>Before the mountain. <span class="smcap">Cipriano.</span></i></h4>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipriano.</i> Now that at last in his eternal round</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hyperion, after skirting either pole,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of his own race has set the flaming goal</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In heaven of my probation under-ground:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Up from the mighty Titan with his feet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Touching the centre, and his forest-hair</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Entangling with the stars; whose middle womb</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of two self-buried lives has been the tomb;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At last, my year’s apprenticeship complete,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I rise to try my cunning, and as one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Arm’d in the dark who challenges the sun.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You heavens, for me your azure brows with cloud</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Contract, or to your inmost depth unshroud:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thou sapphire-floating counterpart below,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Obsequious of my moon-like magic flow:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For me you mountains fall, you valleys rise,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all your brooks and fountains far withdrawn;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_408"></a>[408]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">You forests shudder underneath my sighs;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And whatsoever breathes in earth and skies;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You birds that on the bough salute the dawn;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you wild creatures that through wood and glen</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Do fly the hunter, or the hunter flies;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yea, man himself, most terrible to men;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Troop to my word, about my footstep fawn;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yea, ev’n you spirits that by viewless springs</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Move and perplex the tangled web of things,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wherever in the darkest crypt you lurk</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of nature, nature to my purpose work;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That not the dead material element,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But complicated with the life beyond</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Up to pure spirit, shall my charm resent,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And take the motion of my magic wand;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, once more shaken on her ancient throne,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In me old nature a new master own.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lucifer.</i> But how is this, Cipriano, that misled</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By hasty passion you affront the day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ere master of the art of darkness?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad28">Nay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By that same blazing witness overhead</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Standing in heaven to mark the time foretold,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Since first imprison’d in this mountain-hold</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My magic so preluded with the dread</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Preliminary kingdom of the dead,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That not alone the womb of general earth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which Death has crowded thick with second birth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But monuments with marble lips composed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To dream till doomsday, suddenly disclosed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And woke their sleepers centuries too soon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To stare upon the old remember’d moon.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wearied of darkness, I will see the day:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sick of the dead, the living will assay:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And if the ghastly year I have gone through</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_409"></a>[409]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bear half its promised harvest, will requite</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With a too warm good-morrow the long night</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That one cold living heart consign’d me to.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Justina!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad8">Ay, Justina: now no more</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Obsequiously sighing at the door</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That never open’d, nor the heart of stone</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On which so long I vainly broke my own;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But of her soul and body, when and how</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will, I claim the forfeit here and now.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Enough: the hour is come; do thou design</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The earth with circle, pentagram, and trine,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The wandering airs with incantation twine;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While through her sleep-enchanted sense I shake</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The virgin constancy I cannot break.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Clouds roll before the mountain, hiding <span class="smcap">Cipriano</span>.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Thou nether realm of darkness and despair,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose fire-enthronèd emperor am I;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where many-knotted till the word they lie,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your subtlest spirits at the word untie,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And breathe them softly to this upper air;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With subtle soft insinuation fair</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of foul result encompass and attaint</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The chastity of the rebellious saint</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who dares the Spirit of this world defy.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Spirits that do shapeless float</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In darkness as in light the mote,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At my summons straightway take</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Likeness of the fairest make,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, her sleeping sense about</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seal’d from all the world without,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Through the bolted eyelids creep;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Entheatre the walls of sleep</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With an Eden where the sheen</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_410"></a>[410]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of the leaf and flower between</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All is freshest, yet with Eve’s</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Apple peeping through the leaves;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Through whose magic mazes may</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Melancholy fancy stray</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till she lose herself, or into</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Softer passion melt away:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While the scent-seducing rose</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gazing at her as she goes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With her turning as she turns,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into her his passion burns;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While the wind among the boughs</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whispers half-remember’d vows;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nightingale interpreters</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into their passion translate hers;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And the murmurs of a stream</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Down one current draw the dream.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While for hidden chorus, I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At her dreaming ear supply</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Such a comment as her own</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Heart to nature’s shall atone:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till the secret influence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of the genial season even</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Holy blood that sets to heaven</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Draws into the lower sense;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till array’d in angel guise</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Earthly memories surprise</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n the virgin soul, and win</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Holy pity’s self to sin.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>The clouds roll away, and discover <span class="smcap">Justina</span> asleep in her chamber.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lucifer</i> (<i>at her ear</i>). Come forth, come forth, Justina, come; for scared</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_411"></a>[411]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Winter is vanish’d, and victorious Spring</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has hung her garland on the boughs he bared:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come forth; there is a time for everything.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Justina</i> (<i>in her sleep</i>). That was my father’s voice—come, Livia—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My mantle—oh, not want it?—well then, come.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Ay, come abroad, Justina; it is Spring;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The world is not with sunshine and with leaf</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Renew’d to be the tomb of ceaseless grief;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come forth: there is a time for everything.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> How strange it is—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I think the garden never look’d so gay</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As since my father died.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad18">Ev’n so: for now,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Returning with the summer wind, the hours</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dipp’d in the sun re-dress the grave with flowers,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And make new wreaths for the survivor’s brow;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose spirit not to share were to refuse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The power that all creating, all renews</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With self-diffusive warmth, that, with the sun’s,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At this due season through creation runs,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor in the first creation more express’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than by the singing builder of the nest</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That waves on this year’s leaf, or by the rose</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That underneath them in his glory glows;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Life’s fountain, flower, and crown; without whose giving</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Life itself were not, nor, without, worth living.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chorus of Voices.</i> Life’s fountain, flower, and crown; without whose giving</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Life itself were not, nor, without, worth living.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent18"><i>Song.</i></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">Who that in his hour of glory</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Walks the kingdom of the rose,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_412"></a>[412]</span>
    <div class="verse indent6">And misapprehends the story</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Which through all the garden blows;</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Which the southern air who brings</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">It touches, and the leafy strings</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Lightly to the touch respond;</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">And nightingale to nightingale</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Answering a bough beyond—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent18"><i>Chorus.</i></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">Nightingale to nightingale</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Answering a bough beyond.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> These serenaders—singing their old songs</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under one’s window—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Ay, and if nature must decay or cease</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without it; what of nature’s masterpiece?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not in her outward lustre only, but</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n in the soul within the jewel shut;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What but a fruitless blossom; or a lute</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without the hand to touch it music-mute:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Incense that will not rise to heaven unfired;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By that same vernal spirit uninspired</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That sends the blood up from the heart, and speaks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the rekindled lustre of the cheeks?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chorus.</i> Life’s fountain, flower, and crown; without whose giving</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Life itself were not, nor, without, worth living.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent18"><i>Song.</i></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">Lo the golden Girasolé,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">That to him by whom she burns,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Over heaven slowly, slowly,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">As he travels ever turns;</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">And beneath the wat’ry main</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">When he sinks, would follow fain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">Follow fain from west to east,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">And then from east to west again.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent18"><i>Chorus.</i></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent8">Follow would from west to east,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">And then from east to west again.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_413"></a>[413]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> He beckon’d us, and then again was gone;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh look! under the tree there, Livia—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where he sits—reading—scholar-like indeed!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With the dark hair that was so white upon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His shoulder—but how deadly pale his face!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, statue-still-like, the quaint evergreen</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Up and about him creeps, as one has seen</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Round some old marble in a lonely place.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Ay, look on that—for, as the story runs,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ages ago, when all the world was young,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That ivy was a nymph of Latium,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose name was Hedera: so passing fair</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That all who saw fell doting on her; but</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Herself so icy-cruel, that her heart</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Froze dead all those her eyes had set on fire.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom the just God who walk’d that early world,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By right-revenging metamorphosis</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Changed to a thing so abject-amorous,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She grovels on the ground to catch at any</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wither’d old trunk or sapling, in her way:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So little loved as loathed, for strangling those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom once her deadly-deathless arms enclose.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent18"><i>Song.</i></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent6">So for her who having lighted</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">In another heart the fire,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Then shall leave it unrequited</div>
    <div class="verse indent8">In its ashes to expire:</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">After her that sacrifice</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Through the garden burns and cries;</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">In the sultry breathing air:</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">In the flowers that turn and stare—</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">‘What has she to do among us,</div>
    <div class="verse indent6">Falsely wise and frozen fair?’</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Listen, Justina, listen and beware.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_414"></a>[414]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Again! That voice too?—But you know my father</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is ill—is in his chamber—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How sultry ’tis—the street is full and close—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let us get home—why do they stare at us?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And murmur something—‘Cipriano?—Where</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is Cipriano?—lost to us—some say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And to himself,—self-slain—mad——Where is he?’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alas, alas, I know not—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad18">Come and see—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Justina</i> (<i>waking</i>). Mercy upon me! Who is this?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad42">Justina, your good angel,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, moved by your relenting to the sighs</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of one who lost himself for your disdain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will lead you to the cavern where he lies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Subsisting on the memory of your eyes—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> ’Twas all a dream!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad22">That dreaming you fulfil.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Oh, no, with all my waking soul renounce.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> But, dreaming or awake, the soul is one,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And the deed purposed in Heaven’s eyes is done.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Oh Christ! I cannot argue—I can pray,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Christ Jesus, oh, my Saviour, Jesu Christ!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let not hell snatch away from Thee the soul</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thou gavest Thy life to save!—Livia!—Livia!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Livia</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Where is my father? where am I? Oh, I know—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In my own chamber—and my father—oh!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, Livia, who was it that but now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was here—here in my very chamber—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Livia.</i> <span class="pad28">Madam?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> You let none in? oh, no! I know it—but</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_415"></a>[415]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some one there was—here—now—as I cried out—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A dark, strange figure—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Livia.</i> <span class="pad16">My child, compose yourself;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No one has come, or gone, since you were laid</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In your noon-slumber. This was but a dream.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The air is heavy; and the melancholy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You live alone with since your father’s death—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> A dream, a dream indeed—oh Livia,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That leaves his pressure yet upon my arm—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And that without the immediate help of God</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I had not overcome—Oh, but the soul,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The soul must be unsteady in the faith,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So to be shaken even by a dream.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, were my father here! But he’s at rest—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know he is—upon his Saviour’s breast;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And—who knows!—may have carried up my cries</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n to His ear upon whose breast he lies!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Give me my mantle, Livia; I’ll to the church;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where if but two or three are met in prayer</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Together, He has promised to be there—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I shall find Him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Livia.</i> <span class="pad14">Oh, take care, take care!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know the danger—in broad daylight too—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or take me with you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad14">And endanger two?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Best serve us both by keeping close at home,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Praying for me as I will pray for you.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>Entrance to the mountain cavern.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Cipriano</span>, in a magician’s dress, with wand, etc.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">What! do the powers of earth, and air, and hell,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against their upstart emperor rebel?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_416"></a>[416]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lo, in obedience to the rubric dark</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The dusky cheek of earth with mystic mark</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of pentagram and circle I have lined,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And hung my fetters on the viewless wind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yet the star of stars, for whose ascent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I ransack all the lower firmament,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In unapparent darkness lags behind:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom once again with adjuration new</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of all the spirits whom these signs subdue,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whether by land or water, night or day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whether awake or sleeping, yea or nay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I summon now before me.—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter slowly a veiled Figure of <span class="smcap">Justina</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>The Figure.</i> <span class="pad12">What dark spell</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From the sequester’d sadness of my cell,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Through the still garden, through the giddy street,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And up the solitary mountain-side,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leads me with sleep-involuntary feet?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> ’Tis she, as yet though clouded!—oh divine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Justina!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>The Figure.</i> Cipriano!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad18">At last here,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In such a chamber where ev’n Phœbus fails</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To pierce, and baffled breezes tell no tales,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At last, to crown the labour of a year</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of solitary toil and darkness—here!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And at a price beside—but none too dear—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh year-long night well borne for such a day!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh soul, for one such sense well sold away!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh Now that makes for all the past amends,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh moment that eternal life transcends</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To such a point of ecstasy, that just</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_417"></a>[417]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">About to reap the wishes that requite</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All woes—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>The Figure</i> (<i>unveiling a skull and vanishing as it speaks</i>).</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent12">Behold, the World and its delight</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is dust and ashes, dust and ashes; dust—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> (<i>flinging down his wand</i>). Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad56">My son!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Quick! With a word—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad22">How now?—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad32">With a word—at once—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all your might—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad16">Well, what with it?—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad36">The charm—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shatter it! shatter it, I say!—Is ’t done?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is ’t vanish’d—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad10">What has thus unsensed you?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad36">Oh!—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know it—saw it—did it—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad24">Come—be a man:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What, scared with a mere death’s-head?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad32">Death’s, indeed!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> What was it more?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad20">Justina’s seeming self—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">After what solitary labour wrought,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And after what re-iterated charms,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Step by step here in all her beauty brought</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Within the very circle of these arms,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then to death’s grisly lineaments resign’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Slipp’d through them, and went wailing down the wind</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘Ashes and dust and ashes’—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_418"></a>[418]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, nay, pretend not that the fault was mine—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The written incantation line by line</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I mutter’d, and the mystic figure drew;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You only are to blame—you only, you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cajoling me, or by your own cajoled,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bringing me fleshless death for the warm life</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For which my own eternal life is sold.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> You were too rash,—I warn’d you, and if not,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who thinks at a first trial to succeed?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another time—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad8">No, no! No more of it!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What, have I so long dabbled with the dead,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That all I touch turns to corruption?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was it indeed herself—her living self—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till underneath my deadly contact slain;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or having died during the terrible year</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have been living worse than dead with you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What I beheld not she, but what she was,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out of the tomb that only owns my spell</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Drawn into momentary lifeliness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To mock me with the phantom of a beauty</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose lineaments the mere impalpable air</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let in upon disfeatures—Was it she?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> She lives, and shall be yours.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad30">Not if herself,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In more than all her living beauty breathing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come to efface that deadly counterfeit.—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, what have I been doing all this while,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From which I wake as from a guilty dream,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But with my guilt’s accomplice at my side</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To prove its terrible reality?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where were my ears, my eyes, my senses? where</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The mother-wit which serves the common boor,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not to resent that black academy,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_419"></a>[419]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mess-mating with dead men and living fiends,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And not to know no good could come of it?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My better self—the good that in me grew</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By nature, and by good instruction till’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under your shadow turn’d to poisonous weed;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And ev’n the darker art you bribed me with,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To master, if by questionable ways,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The power I sigh’d for in my better days,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So little reaching to the promised height,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As sinking me beneath the lowest fiend,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, for the inestimable self I sold,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pays the false self you made me with false gold!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> When will blind fury, falling foul of all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Light where it should? Suppose a fault so far,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As knowledge working through unpractised hands</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Might fail at first encounter; all men know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How a mere sand will check a vast machine;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And in these complicated processes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">An agency so insignificant</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As to be wholly overlook’d it was</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At the last moment foil’d us.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad22">But she lives!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lives—from your clutches saved, and saved from mine—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n from that only shadow of my guilt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That could have touch’d her, saved—unguilty shame,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That now is left with all the guilt to me.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh that I knew a God in all the heavens</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To thank, or ev’n of Tartarus—ev’n thee,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thee would I bless, whatever power it be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That with that shadow saved her, and mock’d me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Back to my better senses. If not she,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What was it?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad8">What you saw.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad20">A phantom?</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_420"></a>[420]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad36">Well,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A phantom.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad4">But how raised?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad20">What if by her?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She is a sorcerer as her father was.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> A sorcerer! She a sorcerer! oh, black lie</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To whiten your defeat! and, were it true,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh mighty doctor to be foil’d at last</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By a mere woman!—If a sorcerer,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then of a sort you deal not with, nor hell—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And ev’n Olympus likes the sport too well—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Raising a phantom not to draw me down</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To deeper sin, but with its ghastly face</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And hollow voice both telling of the tomb</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They came from, warning me of what complexion</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were all the guilty wishes of this world.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But let the phantom go where gone it is—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not of what mock’d me, but what saved herself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By whatsoever means—ay, what was it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That pitiful agency you told me of</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So insignificant, as overlook’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At the last moment thwarted us?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad26">What matter?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When now provided for, and which when told</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know not—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad8">Which I will be told to know—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For as one ris’n from darkness tow’rd the light,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A veil seems clearing from before my sight—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She is a sorcerer, and of the kind</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That old Lisandro died suspected of?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh cunning doctor, to outwit yourself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Outwitted as you have been, and shall be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By him who if your devilish magic fail’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To teach its purposed mischief,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thus on his teacher turns it back in full</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_421"></a>[421]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">To force him to confess the counter-power</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That foil’d us both.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>He catches up his wand.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad14">Poor creature that you are!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Did not the master from his scholars hold</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One sleight of hand that masters all the rest,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What magic needed to compel the devil</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To convict those who find him out too late?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet to increase your wrath by leaving it</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Blind in the pit your guilt consigns you to,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I shall not answer—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad14">Then if your own hell</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cannot enforce you; by that Unknown Power</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That saved Justina from your fangs, although</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yourself you cannot master, if you know,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I charge you name him to me!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> (<i>after a great flash of lightning, and thunder</i>).</div>
    <div class="verse indent30">Jesus Christ!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> (<i>after a pause</i>). Ev’n so!—Christ Jesus—Jesus Christ—the same</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That poor Lisandro died suspected of,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I had heard and read of with the rest</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But to despise, in spite of all the blood</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By which the chosen few their faith confess’d—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The prophet-carpenter of Nazareth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Poor, persecuted, buffeted, reviled,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Spit upon, crown’d with thorns, and crucified</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With thieves—the Son of God—the Son of man,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose shape He took to teach them how to live,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And doff’d upon the cross to do away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sin and death you and your devil-deities</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had heap’d on him from the beginning?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad32">Yea!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Of the one sun of Deity one ray</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That was before the world was, and that made</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The world and all that is within it?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_422"></a>[422]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad26">Yea!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Eternal and Almighty then: and yet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Infinite Centre as he is of all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The all but infinite universe he made,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With eyes to see me plotting, and with ear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To hear one solitary creature pray,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From one dark corner of his kingdom?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad30">Yea!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> All one, all when, all where, all good, all mighty,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All eye, all ear, all self-integrity—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Methinks this must be He of whom I read</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In Greek and Roman sages dimly guess’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But never until now fully confess’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In this poor carpenter of Nazareth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With poor Justina for his confessor—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now by thee—by thee—once and again</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Spite of thyself—for answer me you must,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Convicted at the bar of your own thunder—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is this the God for whom I sought so long</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In mine own soul and those of other men,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who from the world’s beginning till to-day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Groped or were lost in utter darkness?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad32">Yea!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Enough; and your confession shall be mine—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> And to like purpose; to believe, confess,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And tremble, in the everlasting fire</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Prepared for all who Him against their will</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Confess, and in their deeds deny Him—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad32">Oh,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like a flogg’d felon after full confession</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Released at last!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad12">To bind you mine for ever.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Thine! What art thou?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_423"></a>[423]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad12">The god whom you must worship.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> There is no God but one, whom you and I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alike acknowledge, as in Jesus Christ</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Reveal’d to man. What other god art thou?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Antichrist! He that all confessing Christ</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Confess; Satan, the Serpent, the first Tempter,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who tempted the first Father of mankind</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With the same offer to a like result</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I have tempted thee with; yea, had power</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Even Him in His humanity to tempt,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though Him in vain; the god of this world; if</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">False god, true devil; true angel as I was,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Son of the morning, Lucifer, who fell</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(As first I told thee, had’st thou ears to hear)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For my rebellion down from heaven to hell</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">More terrible than any Tartarus,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where over those who fell with me I reign.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom, though with them bound in the self-same chain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of everlasting torment, God allows</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To reach my hands out of my prison-house</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On all who like me from their God rebel,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As thou hast done.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad12">Not when for God I knew Him.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Ay, but who but for pride and lust like mine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had known Him sooner—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad16">And had sooner known</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But for thy lying gods that shut Him out.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Which others much less wise saw through before.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> All happy they then! But all guilty I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet thus far guiltless of denying Him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom even thou confessest.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> <span class="pad20">But too late—</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_424"></a>[424]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Already mine, if not so sworn before,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet by this bond—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad12">For service unperform’d!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But unperform’d, or done, and payment due,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I fling myself and all my debt on Him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who died to undertake them—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> He is the Saviour of the innocent,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not of the guilty.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad12">Who alone need saving!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Luc.</i> Damnation is the sinner’s just award,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And He is just.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad8">And being just, will not</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For wilful blindness tax the want of light:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And All-good as Almighty, and therefore</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As merciful as just, will not renounce</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n the worst sinner who confesses Him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And testifies confession with his blood.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, not to waste a moment’s argument,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Too like the old logic that I lost my life in,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And hangs for ever dead upon the cross;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will forthwith shout my confession,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into the general ear of Antioch,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And from the evidence of thine own mouth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not thee alone, but all thy lying gods,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Convict; and you convicting before God,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Myself by man’s tribunal judged and damn’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Trust by my own blood mixing with the tide</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That flow’d for me from the Redeemer’s side,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From those few damning drops to wash me free</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That bound me thine for ever—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lucifer</i> (<i>seizing him</i>). <span class="pad6">Take my answer—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipriano</i> (<i>escaping</i>). Oh, Saviour of Justina, save Thou me!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_425"></a>[425]</span></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene III.</span>—<i>The Hall of Justice in Antioch.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Aurelio</span>, <span class="smcap">Fabio</span>, <span class="smcap">Senators</span>, etc., just risen from
Council.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Aurelio.</i> You have done well indeed; the very Church</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">These Christians flock’d to for safe blasphemy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Become the very net to catch them in.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How many, think you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fabio.</i> <span class="pad14">Not so many, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As some that are of the most dangerous.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Aur.</i> Among the rest this girl, Lisandro’s daughter,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As you and I know, Fabio, to our cost:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But now convicted and condemn’d is safe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From troubling us or Antioch any more.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come, such good service asks substantial thanks;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What shall it be?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fabio.</i> <span class="pad10">No other, if you please,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than my son Floro’s liberation,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom not without good reason for so long</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You keep under the city’s lock and key.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Aur.</i> As my own Lelio, and for a like cause;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who both distracted by her witchery</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Turn’d from fast friends to deadly enemies,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, in each other’s lives, so aim’d at ours.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But no more chance of further quarrel now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For one whom Death anticipates for bride</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ere they again gird weapon at their side,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Set them both free forthwith.—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit <span class="smcap">Fabio</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">This cursèd woman whose fair face and foul</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Behaviour was the city’s talk and trouble,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now proved a sorceress, is well condemn’d;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_426"></a>[426]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not only for my sake and Fabio’s,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But for all Antioch, whose better youth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">She might, like ours, have carried after her</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Through lust and duel into blasphemy.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Re-enter <span class="smcap">Fabio</span> with
<span class="smcap">Lelio</span> and <span class="smcap">Floro</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> Once more, sir, at your feet—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Aur.</i> <span class="pad34">Up, both of you.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Floro and Lelio, you understand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What I have done was of no testy humour,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But for three several sakes—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your own, your fathers’, and the city’s peace.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Henceforward, by this seasonable use</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of public law for private purpose check’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your fiery blood to better service turn.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Take hands, be friends; the cause of quarrel gone—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> The cause of quarrel gone!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Aur.</i> <span class="pad32">Be satisfied;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You will know better by and bye; meanwhile</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Taking upon my word that so it is;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which were it not indeed, you were not here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To doubt.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro</i> (<i>aside</i>). Oh flimsy respite of revenge!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Aur.</i> And now the business of the day well crown’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With this so happy reconciliation,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You and I, Fabio, to our homes again,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Our homes once more, replenish’d with the peace</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We both have miss’d so long.—What noise is that?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Cries without.</i>) Stop him! A madman! Stop him!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Aur.</i> What is it, Fabio?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fabio.</i> <span class="pad18">One like mad indeed,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In a strange garb, with flaring eyes, and hair</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_427"></a>[427]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">That streams behind him as he flies along,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dragging a cloud of rabble after him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Aur.</i> This is no place for either—shut the doors,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And post the soldiers to keep peace without—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Cries without.</i>) Stop him!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Floro and Lelio.</i> <span class="pad10">’Tis Cipriano!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Aur.</i> <span class="pad38">Cipriano!—</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Cipriano</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipriano.</i> Ay, Cipriano, Cipriano’s self,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Heretofore mad as you that call him so,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now first himself.—Noble Aurelio,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who sway’st the sword of Rome in Antioch</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you, companions of my youthful love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And letters; you grave senate ranged above;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you whose murmuring multitude below</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Do make the marble hall of justice rock</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From base to capital—hearken unto me:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yes, I am Cipriano: I am he</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So long and strangely lost, now strangely found—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The famous doctor of your schools, renown’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not Antioch only but the world about</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For learning’s prophet-paragon forsooth;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who long pretending to provide the truth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For other men in fields where never true</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wheat, but a crop of mimic darnel grew,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Reap’d nothing for himself but doubt, doubt, doubt.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then ’twas that looking with despair and ruth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Over the blasted harvest of my youth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I saw Justina: saw, and put aside</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The barren Pallas for a mortal bride</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Divinelier fair than she is feign’d to be:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But in whose deep-entempled chastity,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That look’d down holy cold upon my fire,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_428"></a>[428]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lived eyes that but re-doubled vain desire.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till this new passion, that more fiercely prey’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon the wither’d spirit of dismay’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ambition, swiftly by denial blew</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To fury that, transcending all control,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I made away the ruin of my soul</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To one whom no chance tempest at my feet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the mid tempest of temptation threw.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who blinding me with the double deceit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of loftier aspiration and more low</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than mortal or immortal man should owe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fulfill’d for me, myself for his I bound;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With him and death and darkness closeted</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In yonder mountain, while about its head</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sun his garland of the seasons wound,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the dark school of magic I so read,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And wrought to such a questionable power</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The black forbidden art I travail’d in,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That though the solid mountain from his base</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all his forest I might counterplace,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I could not one sweet solitary flower</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of beauty to my magic passion win,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Because her God was with her in that hour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To guard her virtue more than mountain-fast:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That only God, whom all my learning past</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fail’d to divine, but from the very foe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That would have kept Him from me come to know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I come to you, to witness and make known:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One God, eternal, absolute, alone;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of whom Christ Jesus—Jesus Christ, I say—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, Antioch, open all your ears to-day—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of that one Godhead one authentic ray,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Vizor’d awhile his Godhead in man’s make,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Man’s sin and death upon Himself to take;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For man made man; by man unmade and slain</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_429"></a>[429]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon the cross that for mankind He bore—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dead—buried—and in three-days ris’n again</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To His hereditary glory, bearing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All who with Him on earth His sorrow sharing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With Him shall dwell in glory evermore.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all the gods I worship’d heretofore,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all that you now worship and adore,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From thundering Zeus to cloven-footed Pan,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But lies and idols, by the hand of man</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of brass and stone—fit emblems as they be,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With ears that hear not; eyes that cannot see;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And multitude where only One can be—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From man’s own lewd imagination built;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By that same devil held to that old guilt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who tempted me to new. To whom indeed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If with my sin and blood myself I fee’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For ever his—that bond of sin and blood</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I trust to cancel in the double flood</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of baptism past, and the quick martyrdom</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To which with this confession I am come.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh delegate of Cæsar to devour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The little flock of Jesus Christ! Behold</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One lost sheep just admitted to the fold</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Through the pure stream that rolling down the same</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mountain in which I sinn’d, and as I came</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By holy hands administer’d, to-day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall wash the mountain of my sin away.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lo, here I stand for judgment; by the blow</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of sudden execution, or such slow</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Death as the devil shall, to maintain his lies,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By keeping life alive in death, devise.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hack, rack, dismember, burn—or crucify,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like Him who died to find me; Him that I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will die to find; for whom, with whom, to die</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is life; and life without, and all his lust,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_430"></a>[430]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">But dust and ashes, dust and ashes, dust—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>He falls senseless to the ground.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Aurelio</i> (<i>after a long pause</i>). So public and audacious blasphemy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Demands as instant vengeance. Wretched man,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Arise and hear your sentence—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad26">Oh, sir, sir!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You speak to ice and marble—Cipriano!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh look’d for long, and best for ever lost!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But he is mad—he knows not what he says—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You would not, surely, on a madman visit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What only sane confession makes a crime?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Aur.</i> I never know how far such blasphemy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which seems to spread like wild-fire in the world,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be fault or folly: only this I know,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I dare not disobey the stern decree</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That Cæsar makes my office answer for.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Especially when one is led away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of such persuasion and authority,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still drawing after him the better blood</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of Antioch, to better or to worse.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> Cipriano! Cipriano! Yet, pray the gods</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He be past hearing me!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fabio</i> (<i>to Aurelio</i>). Sir, in your ear—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Justina’s hour is come; and through the room</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where she was doom’d, she passes to her doom.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Aur.</i> Let us be gone; they must not look on her</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor know she is to die until ‘to die’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be past predicament. Here let her wait,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till he she drew along with her to sin</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Revive to share with her its punishment.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come, Lelio—come, Floro—be assured</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I loved and honour’d this man as yourselves</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have honour’d him—but now—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lelio.</i> <span class="pad18">Nay, sir, but—</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_431"></a>[431]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Aur.</i> <span class="pad34">Nay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not I, but Cæsar, Lelio. Come away.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt. Then <span class="smcap">Justina</span> is brought in by soldiers, and left alone.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> All gone—all silence—and the sudden stroke,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose only mercy I besought, delay’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To make my pang the fiercer.—What is here?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dead?—By the doom perhaps I am to die,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And laid across the threshold of the road</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To trip me up with terror—Yet not so,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If but the life, once lighted here, has flown</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Up to the living Centre that my own</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now trembles to!—God help him, breathing still?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">—Cipriano!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Ay, I am ready—I can rise—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is my time come?—Oh, God!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have I repented and confess’d too late,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And this terrible witness of my crime</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Stands at the door of death from which it came</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To draw me deeper—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad8">Cipriano!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad18">Yet</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not yet disfeatured—nor the voice—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, if not <i>That</i>—this time unsummon’d—come</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To take me with you where I raised you from—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Once more—once more—assure me!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Justina</i> (<i>taking his hand</i>). Cipriano!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> And this, too, surely, is a living hand:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though cold, oh, cold indeed—but yet, but yet,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not dust and ashes, dust and ashes—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad26">No—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But soon to be—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad6">But soon—but soon to be—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But not as then?—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_432"></a>[432]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> I understand you not—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> I scarce myself—I must have been asleep—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But now not dreaming?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad12">No, not dreaming.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad30">No—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This is the judgment-hall of Antioch,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In which—I scarcely mind how long ago—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is sentence pass’d on me?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad18">This is indeed</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The judgment-hall of Antioch; but why</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You here, and what the judgment you await,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know not—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad14">No.—But stranger yet to me</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why you yourself, Justina,—Oh my God!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What, all your life long giving God his due,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is treason unto Cæsar?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad14">Ay, Cipriano—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against his edict having crept inside</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">God’s fold with that good Shepherd for my guide,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My Saviour Jesus Christ!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad12">My Saviour too,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And Shepherd—oh, the only good and true</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shepherd and Saviour—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad12">You confess Him! <i>You</i></span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Confess Him, Cipriano!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad12">With my blood:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which being all to that confession pledged,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now waits but to be paid.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad20">Oh, we shall die,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And go to heaven together!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad14">Amen! Amen!—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yet—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad4">You do not fear—and yet no shame—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What I have faced so long, that present dread</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is almost lost in long anticipation—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_433"></a>[433]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> I fear not for this mortal. Would to God</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This guilty blood by which in part I trust</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To pay the forfeit of my soul with Heaven</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would from man’s hand redeem the innocence</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That such atonement needs not.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad18">Oh, to all</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One faith and one atonement—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad26">But if both,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If both indeed must perish by the doom</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That one deserves and cries for—Oh, Justina,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who upward ever with the certain step</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of faith hast follow’d unrepress’d by sin;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now that thy foot is almost on the floor</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of heaven, pray Him who opens thee the door,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let with thee one repenting sinner in!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> What more am I? And were I close to Him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As he upon whose breast he lean’d on here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No intercessor but Himself between</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Himself and the worst sinner of us all—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If but repenting we believe in Him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> I do believe—I do repent—my faith</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have sign’d in water, and will seal in blood—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> I have no other hope, but, in that, all.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Oh hope that almost is accomplishment,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Believing all with nothing to repent!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> Oh, none so good as not to need—so bad</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As not to find, His mercy. If you doubt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Because of your long dwelling in the darkness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To which the light was folly—oh ’twas shown</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To the poor shepherd long before the wise;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And if to me, as simple—oh, not mine,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not mine, oh God! the glory—nor ev’n theirs</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From whom I drew it, and—Oh, Cipriano,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Methinks I see them bending from the skies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To take me up to them!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_434"></a>[434]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad22">Whither could I</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But into heaven’s remotest corner creep,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where I might only but discern thee, lost</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With those you love in glory—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad22">Hush! hush! hush!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">These are wild words—if I so speak to one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So wise, while I am nothing—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But as you know—Oh, do not think of me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But Him, into whose kingdom all who come</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are as His angels—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad16">Ay, but to come there!—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where if all intercession, even thine,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be vain—you say so—yet before we pass</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The gate of death together, as we shall,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If then to part—for ever, and for ever—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless with your forgiveness—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad26">I forgive!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still I, and I, again! Oh, Cipriano,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pardon and intercession both alike</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With Him alone; and had I to forgive—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Did not He pray upon the cross for those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who slew Him—as I hope to do on mine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For mine—He bids us bless our enemies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And persecutors; which I think, I think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You were not, Cipriano—why do you shudder?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Save in pursuit of that—if vain to me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now you know all—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> I now know all—but you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not that, which asking your forgiveness for,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I dare not name to you, for fear the hand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I hold as anchor-fast to, break away,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And I drive back to hell upon a blast</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That roar’d behind me to these very doors,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But stopt—ev’n in the very presence stopt,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That most condemns me his.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_435"></a>[435]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad18">Alas, alas,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Again all wild to me. The time draws short—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Look not to me, but Him tow’rd whom alone</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sin is, and pardon comes from—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad26">Oh, Justina,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know not how enormous is my sin—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> I know, not as His mercy infinite.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> To Him—to thee—to Him through thee—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad30">’Tis written,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not all the sand of ocean, nor the stars</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of heaven so many as His mercies are.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> What! ev’n for one who, mad with pouring vows</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into an unrelenting human ear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gave himself up to Antichrist—the Fiend—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though then for such I knew him not—to gain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By darkness all that love had sought in vain!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">—Speak to me—if but that hereafter I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall never, never, hear your voice again—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Speak to me—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> (<i>after a long pause</i>). By the Saviour on His cross</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A sinner hung who but at that last hour</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cried out to be with Him; and was with Him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In Paradise ere night.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad14">But was his sin</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As mine enormous?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad10">Shall your hope be less,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Offering yourself for Christ’s sake on that cross</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which the other only suffer’d for his sin?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, when we come to perish, side by side,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Look but for Him between us crucified,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And call to Him for mercy; and, although</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Scarlet, your sin shall be as white as snow!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> Ev’n as you speak, yourself, though yet yourself,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_436"></a>[436]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">In that full glory that you saw reveal’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With those you love transfigured, and your voice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As from immeasurable altitude</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Descending, tell me that, my shame and sin</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Quench’d in the death that opens wide to you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The gate, ev’n this great sinner shall pass through,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With Him, with them, with thee!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad24">Glory to God!—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh blest assurance on the very verge</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That death is swallow’d up in victory!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And hark! the step of death is at the door—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Courage!—Almighty God through Jesus Christ</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pardon your sins and mine, and as a staff</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Guide and support us through the terrible pass</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That leads us to His rest!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cipr.</i> <span class="pad20">My own beloved!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose hand—Oh let it be no sin to say it!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is as the staff that God has put in mine—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To lead me through the shadow—yet ev’n now—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n now—at this last terrible moment—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, to secure my being with thee, thee</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forbids to stand between my Judge and me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And in a few more moments, soul and soul</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May read each other as an open scroll—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet, wilt thou yet believe me not so vile</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To thee, to Him who made thee what thou art,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till desperation of the only heart</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I ever sigh’d for, by I knew not then</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How just alienation, drove me down</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To that accursèd thing?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Just.</i> <span class="pad16">My Cipriano!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dost thou remember, in the lighter hour—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then when my heart, although you saw it not,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All the while yearn’d to thee across the gulf</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That yet it dared not pass—my telling thee</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_437"></a>[437]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">That only Death, which others disunites,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should ever make us one? Behold! and now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The hour is come, and I redeem my vow.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center">(<i>Here the play may finish: but for any one who
would follow Calderon to the end</i>,—</p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Fabio</span> with Guard, who lead away <span class="smcap">Cipriano</span>
and <span class="smcap">Justina</span>. Manent <span class="smcap">Eusebio</span>, <span class="smcap">Julian</span>, and
Citizens.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Citizen 1.</i> Alas! alas! alas! So young a pair!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And one so very wise!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cit. 2.</i> <span class="pad12">And one so fair!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cit. 3.</i> And both as calmly walking to their death</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As others to a marriage festival.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Julian.</i> Looking as calm, at least, Eusebio,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As when, do you remember, at the last</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Great festival of Zeus, we left him sitting</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon the hill-side with his books?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eusebio.</i> <span class="pad24">I think</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Almost the last we saw of him: so soon,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Flinging his studies and his scholars by,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He went away into that solitude</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which ended in this madness, and now death</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With her he lost his wits for.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cit. 1.</i> <span class="pad20">And has found</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In death whom living he pursued in vain.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cit. 2.</i> And after death, as they believe; and so</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thus cheerfully to meet it, if the scaffold</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Divorce them to eternal union.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cit. 3.</i> Strange that so wise a man</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should fall into so fond a superstition</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which none but ignorance has taken up.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_438"></a>[438]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Cit. 1.</i> Oh, love, you know, like time works wonders.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Eusebio.</i> <span class="pad38">Well—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Antioch will never see so great a scholar.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Julian.</i> Nor we so courteous a Professor—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I would not see my dear old master die</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were all the wits he lost my legacy.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Citizens talking.</i></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One says that, as they went out hand in hand,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He saw a halo like about the moon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About their head, and moving as they went.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <i>I</i> saw it—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad20">Fancy! fancy!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad38">Any how,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They leave it very dark behind them—Thunder!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— They talk of madness and of blasphemy;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Neither of these, I think, looking much guilty.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— And he, at any rate, I still maintain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Least like to be deluded by the folly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For which the new religion is condemn’d.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— Before his madness, certainly: but love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">First crazed him, as I told you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad32">Well, if mad,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How guilty?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad8">Hush! hush! These are dangerous words.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— Be not you bitten by this madness, neighbour.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rome’s arm is long.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad20">Ay, and some say her ears.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— Then, ev’n if bitten, bark not—Thunder again!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— And what unnatural darkness!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad26">Well—a storm—</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_439"></a>[439]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— They say, you know, he was a sorcerer—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Indeed we saw the mystic dress he wore</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All wrought with figures of astrology;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, he confess’d himself as much; and now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May raise a storm to save—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad24">There was a crash!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— A bolt has fallen somewhere—the walls shake—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— And the ground under—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad22">Save us, Zeus—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices.</i> <span class="pad30">Away—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The roof is falling in upon us—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>The wall at the back falls in, and discovers a scaffold with <span class="smcap">Cipriano</span> and <span class="smcap">Justina</span> dead, and <span class="smcap">Lucifer</span> above them.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lucifer.</i> Stay!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And hearken to what I am doom’d to tell.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I am the mighty minister of hell</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You mis-call heaven, and of the hellish crew</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of those false gods you worship for the True;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, to revenge <i>her</i> treason to the blind</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Idolatry that has hoodwinkt mankind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And <i>his</i>, whose halting wisdom after-knew</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What her diviner virtue fore-divined,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By devilish plot and artifices thought</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each of them by the other to have caught;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, thwarted by superior will, those eyes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, by my fuel fed, had been a flame</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To light them both to darkness down, became</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As stars to lead together to the skies,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By such a doom as expiates his sin,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And her pure innocence lets sooner in</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To that eternal bliss where, side by side,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They reign at His right hand for whom they died.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_440"></a>[440]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">While I, convicted in my own despite</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thus to bear witness to the eternal light</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of which I lost, and they have won the crown,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Plunge to my own eternal darkness down.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="titlepage"><span class="smcap">Húndese.</span></p>

</div>

<hr />

<div class="chapter">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_441"></a>[441]</span></p>

<h2 class="nobreak" id="SUCH_STUFF_AS_DREAMS_ARE_MADE_OF">SUCH STUFF AS DREAMS ARE MADE OF</h2>

<p class="center larger">A DRAMA</p>

<p class="center larger">TAKEN FROM<br />
CALDERON’S “LA VIDA ES SUEÑO”</p>

<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">For Calderon’s Drama sufficient would seem</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The title he chose for it—“Life is a Dream;”</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Two words of the motto now filch’d are enough</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For the impudent mixture they label—“Such stuff!”</div>
  </div>
</div>
</div>

</div>

<hr />

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_442"></a>[442]</span></p>

<h3>DRAMATIS PERSONÆ</h3>

<table summary="Dramatis personæ">
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Basilio</span></td>
    <td><i>King of Poland.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Segismund</span></td>
    <td><i>his Son.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Astolfo</span></td>
    <td><i>his Nephew.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Estrella</span></td>
    <td><i>his Niece.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Clotaldo</span></td>
    <td><i>a General in Basilio’s Service.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Rosaura</span></td>
    <td><i>a Muscovite Lady.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td><span class="smcap">Fife</span></td>
    <td><i>her Attendant.</i></td>
  </tr>
  <tr>
    <td colspan="2"><span class="smcap">Chamberlain</span>, <span class="smcap">Lords
    in waiting</span>, <span class="smcap">Officers</span>,
    <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span>, etc., in Basilio’s Service.</td>
  </tr>
</table>

<p><i>The Scene of the first and third Acts lies on the Polish
frontier: of the second Act, in Warsaw.</i></p>

<hr />

<div class="drama">

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_443"></a>[443]</span></p>

<h3>ACT I</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A pass of rocks, over which a storm is
rolling away, and the sun setting: in the foreground,
half-way down, a fortress.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter first from the topmost rock <span class="smcap">Rosaura</span>, as from
horse-back, in man’s attire; and, after her, <span class="smcap">Fife</span>.</i><a id="FNanchor_12" href="#Footnote_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Rosaura.</i> There, four-footed Fury, blast-</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">-engender’d brute, without the wit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of brute, or mouth to match the bit</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of man—art satisfied at last?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, when thunder roll’d aloof,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tow’rd the spheres of fire your ears</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_444"></a>[444]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pricking, and the granite kicking</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into lightning with your hoof,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Among the tempest-shatter’d crags</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shattering your luckless rider</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Back into the tempest pass’d?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">There then lie to starve and die,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or find another Phaeton</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mad-mettled as yourself; for I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wearied, worried, and for-done,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alone will down the mountain try,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That knits his brows against the sun.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife</i> (<i>as to his mule</i>). There, thou mis-begotten thing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Long-ear’d lightning, tail’d tornado,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Griffin-hoof-in hurricano,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(I might swear till I were almost</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hoarse with roaring Asonante)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who forsooth because your betters</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would begin to kick and fling—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You forthwith your noble mind</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must prove, and kick me off behind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tow’rd the very centre whither</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gravity was most inclined.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">There where you have made your bed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In it lie; for, wet or dry,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let what will for me betide you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Burning, blowing, freezing, hailing;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Famine waste you: devil ride you:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tempest baste you black and blue:—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>To Rosaura.</i>) There! I think in downright railing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I can hold my own with you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> Ah, my good Fife, whose merry loyal pipe,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come weal, come woe, is never out of tune—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What, you in the same plight too?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_445"></a>[445]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad24">Ay;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And madam—sir—hereby desire,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When you your own adventures sing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another time in lofty rhyme,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You don’t forget the trusty squire</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who went with you Don-quixoting.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> Well, my good fellow—to leave Pegasus,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who scarce can serve us than our horses worse—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They say no one should rob another of</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The single satisfaction he has left</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of singing his own sorrows; one so great,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So says some great philosopher, that trouble</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were worth encount’ring only for the sake</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of weeping over—what perhaps you know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some poet calls the ‘luxury of woe.’</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> Had I the poet or philosopher</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In place of her that kick’d me off to ride,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’d test his theory upon his hide.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But no bones broken, madam—sir, I mean?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> A scratch here that a handkerchief will heal—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad4">A scratch in <i>quiddity</i>, or kind:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But not in ‘<i>quo</i>’—my wounds are all behind.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, as you say, to stop this strain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, somehow, once one’s in the vein,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Comes clattering after—there again!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What are we twain—deuce take ’t!—we two,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I mean, to do—drench’d through and through—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I shall choke of rhymes, which I believe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are all that we shall have to live on here.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> What, is our victual gone too?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad32">Ay, that brute</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has carried all we had away with her,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clothing, and cate, and all.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad24">And now the sun,</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_446"></a>[446]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Our only friend and guide, about to sink</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the stage of earth.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad20">And enter Night,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With Capa y Espada—and—pray heaven!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With but her lanthorn also.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad24">Ah, I doubt</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To-night, if any, with a dark one—or</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Almost burnt out after a month’s consumption.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well! well or ill, on horseback or afoot,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This is the gate that lets me into Poland;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, sorry welcome as she gives a guest</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who writes his own arrival on her rocks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In his own blood—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet better on her stony threshold die,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than live on unrevenged in Muscovy.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> Oh what a soul some women have—I mean,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some men—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad6">Oh, Fife, Fife, as you love me, Fife,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Make yourself perfect in that little part,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or all will go to ruin!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad18">Oh, I will,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Please God we find some one to try it on.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, truly, would not any one believe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some fairy had exchanged us as we lay</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Two tiny foster-children in one cradle?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> Well, be that as it may, Fife, it reminds me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of what perhaps I should have thought before,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But better late than never—You know I love you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As you, I know, love me, and loyally</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have follow’d me thus far in my wild venture:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well! now then—having seen me safe thus far—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Safe if not wholly sound—over the rocks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into the country where my business lies—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why should not you return the way we came,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The storm all clear’d away, and, leaving me</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_447"></a>[447]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">(Who now shall want you, though not thank you, less,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now that our horses gone) this side the ridge,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Find your way back to dear old home again;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While I—Come, come!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What, weeping, my poor fellow?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad26">Leave you here</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alone—my Lady—Lord! I mean my Lord—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In a strange country—among savages—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, now I know—you would be rid of me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For fear my stumbling speech—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad26">Oh, no, no, no!—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I want you with me for a thousand sakes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To which that is as nothing—I myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">More apt to let the secret out myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without your help at all—Come, come, cheer up!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And if you sing again, ‘Come weal, come woe,’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let it be that; for we will never part</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until you give the signal.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad22">’Tis a bargain.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> Now to begin, then. ‘Follow, follow me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You fairy elves that be.’</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad20">Ay, and go on—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Something of ‘following darkness like a dream,’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For that we’re after.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad18">No, after the sun;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Trying to catch hold of his glittering skirts</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That hang upon the mountain as he goes.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> Ah, he’s himself past catching—as you spoke</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He heard what you were saying, and—just so—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like some scared water-bird,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As we say in my country, <i>dōve</i> below.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> Well, we must follow him as best we may.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Poland is no great country, and, as rich</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In men and means, will but few acres spare</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To lie beneath her barrier mountains bare.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_448"></a>[448]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">We cannot, I believe, be very far</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From mankind or their dwellings.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad28">Send it so!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And well provided for man, woman, and beast.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No, not for beast. Ah, but my heart begins</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To yearn for her—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad14">Keep close, and keep your feet</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From serving you as hers did.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad24">As for beasts,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If in default of other entertainment,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We should provide them with ourselves to eat—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bears, lions, wolves—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad18">Oh, never fear.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad32">Or else,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Default of other beasts, beastlier men,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cannibals, Anthropophagi, bare Poles</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who never knew a tailor but by taste.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> Look, look! Unless my fancy misconceive</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With twilight—down among the rocks there, Fife—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some human dwelling, surely—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or think you but a rock torn from the rocks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In some convulsion like to-day’s, and perch’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Quaintly among them in mock-masonry?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> Most likely that, I doubt.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad28">No, no—for look!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A square of darkness opening in it—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad30">Oh,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I don’t half like such openings!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad30">Like the loom</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of night from which she spins her outer gloom—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> Lord, Madam, pray forbear this tragic vein</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In such a time and place—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad22">And now again</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Within that square of darkness, look! a light</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That feels its way with hesitating pulse,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_449"></a>[449]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">As we do, through the darkness that it drives</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To blacken into deeper night beyond.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> In which could we follow that light’s example,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As might some English Bardolph with his nose,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We might defy the sunset—Hark, a chain!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> And now a lamp; a lamp! And now the hand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That carries it.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad12">Oh, Lord! that dreadful chain!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> And now the bearer of the lamp; indeed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As strange as any in Arabian tale,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So giant-like, and terrible, and grand,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Spite of the skin he’s wrapt in.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad28">Why, ’tis his own:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, ’tis some wild man of the woods; I’ve heard</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They build and carry torches—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad26">Never Ape</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bore such a brow before the heavens as that—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Chain’d as you say too!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad20">Oh, that dreadful chain!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> And now he sets the lamp down by his side,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And with one hand clench’d in his tangled hair</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And with a sigh as if his heart would break—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>During this <span class="smcap">Segismund</span> has entered from the fortress, with a torch.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Segismund.</i> Once more the storm has roar’d itself away,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Splitting the crags of God as it retires;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But sparing still what it should only blast,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This guilty piece of human handiwork,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all that are within it. Oh, how oft,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How oft, within or here abroad, have I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Waited, and in the whisper of my heart</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pray’d for the slanting hand of heaven to strike</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The blow myself I dared not, out of fear</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_450"></a>[450]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of that Hereafter, worse, they say, than here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Plunged headlong in, but, till dismissal waited,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To wipe at last all sorrow from men’s eyes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And make this heavy dispensation clear.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thus have I borne till now, and still endure,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Crouching in sullen impotence day by day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till some such out-burst of the elements</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like this rouses the sleeping fire within;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And standing thus upon the threshold of</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another night about to close the door</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon one wretched day to open it</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On one yet wretcheder because one more;—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Once more, you savage heavens, I ask of you—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I, looking up to those relentless eyes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, now the greater lamp is gone below,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Begin to muster in the listening skies;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In all the shining circuits you have gone</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About this theatre of human woe,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What greater sorrow have you gazed upon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than down this narrow chink you witness still;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And which, did you yourselves not fore-devise,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You register’d for others to fulfil!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> This is some Laureate at a birth-day ode;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No wonder we went rhyming.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad22">Hush! And now</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">See, starting to his feet, he strides about</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Far as his tether’d steps—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad22">And if the chain</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You help’d to rivet round me did contract</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Since guiltless infancy from guilt in act;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of what in aspiration or in thought</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Guilty, but in resentment of the wrong</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That wreaks revenge on wrong I never wrought</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By excommunication from the free</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Inheritance that all created life,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_451"></a>[451]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beside myself, is born to—from the wings</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That range your own immeasurable blue,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Down to the poor, mute, scale-imprison’d things,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That yet are free to wander, glide, and pass</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About that under-sapphire, whereinto</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yourselves transfusing you yourselves englass!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> What mystery is this?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad22">Why, the man’s mad:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That’s all the mystery. That’s why he’s chain’d—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And why—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad4">Nor Nature’s guiltless life alone—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that which lives on blood and rapine; nay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Chartered with larger liberty to slay</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Their guiltless kind, the tyrants of the air</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Soar zenith-upward with their screaming prey,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Making pure heaven drop blood upon the stage</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of under earth, where lion, wolf, and bear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And they that on their treacherous velvet wear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Figure and constellation like your own,<a id="FNanchor_13" href="#Footnote_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With their still living slaughter bound away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Over the barriers of the mountain cage,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against which one, blood-guiltless, and endued</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With aspiration and with aptitude</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Transcending other creatures, day by day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beats himself mad with unavailing rage!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> Why, that must be the meaning of my mule’s</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rebellion—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad8">Hush!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad12">But then if murder be</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The law by which not only conscience-blind</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Creatures, but man too prospers with his kind;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_452"></a>[452]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who leaving all his guilty fellows free,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under your fatal auspice and divine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Compulsion, leagued in some mysterious ban</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against one innocent and helpless man,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Abuse their liberty to murder mine:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And sworn to silence, like their masters mute</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In heaven, and like them twiring through the mask</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of darkness, answering to all I ask,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Point up to them whose work they execute!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> Ev’n as I thought, some poor unhappy wretch,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By man wrong’d, wretched, unrevenged, as I!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, so much worse than I, as by those chains</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clipt of the means of self-revenge on those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who lay on him what they deserve. And I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who taunted Heaven a little while ago</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With pouring all its wrath upon my head—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alas! like him who caught the cast-off husk</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of what another bragg’d of feeding on,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Here’s one that from the refuse of my sorrows</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Could gather all the banquet he desires!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Poor soul, poor soul!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad10">Speak lower—he will hear you.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> And if he should, what then? Why, if he would,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He could not harm me—Nay, and if he could,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Methinks I’d venture something of a life</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I care so little for—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Who’s that? Clotaldo? Who are you, I say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, venturing in these forbidden rocks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have lighted on my miserable life,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And your own death?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad8">You would not hurt me, surely?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Not I; but those that, iron as the chain</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_453"></a>[453]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">In which they slay me with a lingering death,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will slay you with a sudden—Who are you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> A stranger from across the mountain there,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, having lost his way in this strange land</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And coming night, drew hither to what seem’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A human dwelling hidden in these rocks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And where the voice of human sorrow soon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Told him it was so.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad16">Ay? But nearer—nearer—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That by this smoky supplement of day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But for a moment I may see who speaks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So pitifully sweet.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad14">Take care! take care!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> Alas, poor man, that I, myself so helpless,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Could better help you than by barren pity,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And my poor presence—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad18">Oh, might that be all!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that—a few poor moments—and, alas!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The very bliss of having, and the dread</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of losing, under such a penalty</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As every moment’s having runs more near,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Stifles the very utterance and resource</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They cry for quickest; till from sheer despair</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of holding thee, methinks myself would tear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To pieces—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad6">There, his word’s enough for it.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Oh, think, if you who move about at will,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And live in sweet communion with your kind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">After an hour lost in these lonely rocks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hunger and thirst after some human voice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To drink, and human face to feed upon;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What must one do where all is mute, or harsh,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And ev’n the naked face of cruelty</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were better than the mask it works beneath?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Across the mountain then! Across the mountain!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_454"></a>[454]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">What if the next world which they tell one of</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be only next across the mountain then,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though I must never see it till I die,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you one of its angels?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad22">Alas! alas!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No angel! And the face you think so fair,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis but the dismal frame-work of these rocks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That makes it seem so; and the world I come from—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alas, alas, too many faces there</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are but fair vizors to black hearts below,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or only serve to bring the wearer woe!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But to yourself—If haply the redress</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I am here upon may help to yours.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I heard you tax the heavens with ordering,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And men for executing, what, alas!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I now behold. But why, and who they are</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who do, and you who suffer—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> (<i>pointing upwards</i>). <span class="pad4">Ask of them,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom, as to-night, I have so often ask’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And ask’d in vain.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad14">But surely, surely—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad34">Hark!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The trumpet of the watch to shut us in.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, should they find you!—Quick! Behind the rocks!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To-morrow—if to-morrow—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> (<i>flinging her sword toward him</i>). Take my sword!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Rosaura</span> and <span class="smcap">Fife</span>
hide in the rocks; enter <span class="smcap">Clotaldo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clotaldo.</i> These stormy days you like to see the last of</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are but ill opiates, Segismund, I think,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_455"></a>[455]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">For night to follow: and to-night you seem</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">More than your wont disorder’d. What! A sword?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Within there!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span> with black vizors and torches.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> Here’s a pleasant masquerade!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> Whosever watch this was</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will have to pay head-reckoning. Meanwhile,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This weapon had a wearer. Bring him here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alive or dead.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad10">Clotaldo! good Clotaldo!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> (<i>to Soldiers who enclose Segismund; others searching the rocks</i>). You know your duty.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldiers</i> (<i>bringing in Rosaura and Fife</i>). Here are two of them,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whoever more to follow—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad20">Who are you,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That in defiance of known proclamation</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are found, at night-fall too, about this place?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> Oh, my Lord, she—I mean he—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad30">Silence, Fife,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And let me speak for both.—Two foreign men,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To whom your country and its proclamations</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are equally unknown; and, had we known,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ourselves not masters of our lawless beasts</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, terrified by the storm among your rocks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Flung us upon them to our cost.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad26">My mule—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> Foreigners? Of what country?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad30">Muscovy.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> And whither bound?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad20">Hither—if this be Poland;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But with no ill design on her, and therefore</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_456"></a>[456]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Taking it ill that we should thus be stopt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon her threshold so uncivilly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> Whither in Poland?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad20">To the capital.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> And on what errand?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad20">Set me on the road,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you shall be the nearer to my answer.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> (<i>aside</i>). So resolute and ready to reply,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yet so young—and—— (<i>Aloud</i>) Well,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your business was not surely with the man</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We found you with?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad14">He was the first we saw,—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And strangers and benighted, as we were,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As you too would have done in a like case,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Accosted him at once.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad18">Ay, but this sword?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> I flung it toward him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad24">Well, and why?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad38">And why?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But to revenge himself on those who thus</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Injuriously misuse him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad20">So—so—so!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis well such resolution wants a beard—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, I suppose, is never to attain one.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well, I must take you both, you and your sword,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Prisoners.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> (<i>offering a cudgel</i>). Pray take mine, and welcome, sir;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’m sure I gave it to that mule of mine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To mighty little purpose.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad22">Mine you have;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And may it win us some more kindliness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than we have met with yet.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> (<i>examining the sword</i>). More mystery!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How came you by this weapon?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_457"></a>[457]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad26">From my father.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> And do you know whence he?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad28">Oh, very well:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From one of this same Polish realm of yours,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who promised a return, should come the chance,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of courtesies that he received himself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In Muscovy, and left this pledge of it—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not likely yet, it seems, to be redeem’d.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> (<i>aside</i>). Oh, wondrous chance—or wondrous Providence:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sword that I myself in Muscovy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When these white hairs were black, for keepsake left</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of obligation for a like return</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To him who saved me wounded as I lay</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fighting against his country; took me home;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tended me like a brother till recover’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Perchance to fight against him once again—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now my sword put back into my hand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By his—if not his son—still, as so seeming,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By me, as first devoir of gratitude,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To seem believing, till the wearer’s self</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">See fit to drop the ill-dissembling mask.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Aloud</i>) Well, a strange turn of fortune has arrested</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sharp and sudden penalty that else</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had visited your rashness or mischance:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In part, your tender youth too—pardon me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And touch not where your sword is not to answer—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Commends you to my care; not your life only,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Else by this misadventure forfeited;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But ev’n your errand, which, by happy chance,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Chimes with the very business I am on,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And calls me to the very point you aim at.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> The capital?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad14">Ay, the capital; and ev’n</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That capital of capitals, the Court:</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_458"></a>[458]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where you may plead, and, I may promise, win</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pardon for this, you say unwilling, trespass,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And prosecute what else you have at heart,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With me to help you forward all I can;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Provided all in loyalty to those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To whom by natural allegiance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I first am bound to.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad16">As you make, I take</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your offer: with like promise on my side</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of loyalty to you and those you serve,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under like reservation for regards</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nearer and dearer still.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad20">Enough, enough;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your hand; a bargain on both sides. Meanwhile,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Here shall you rest to-night. The break of day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall see us both together on the way.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> Thus then what I for misadventure blamed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Directly draws me where my wishes aim’d.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>The Palace at Warsaw.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter on one side <span class="smcap">Astolfo</span>, Duke of Muscovy,
with his train; and, on the other, the <span class="smcap">Princess Estrella</span>, with hers.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Astolfo.</i> My royal cousin, if so near in blood,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till this auspicious meeting scarcely known,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till all that beauty promised in the bud</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is now to its consummate blossom blown,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well met at last; and may—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Estrella.</i> <span class="pad18">Enough, my Lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of compliment devised for you by some</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Court tailor, and, believe me, still too short</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To cover the designful heart below.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_459"></a>[459]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> Nay, but indeed, fair cousin—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Est.</i> <span class="pad30">Ay, let Deed</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Measure your words, indeed your flowers of speech</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ill with your iron equipage atone;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Irony indeed, and wordy compliment.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> Indeed, indeed, you wrong me, royal cousin,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And fair as royal, misinterpreting</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What, even for the end you think I aim at,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If false to you, were fatal to myself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Est.</i> Why, what else means the glittering steel, my Lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That bristles in the rear of these fine words?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What can it mean, but, failing to cajole,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To fight or force me from my just pretension?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> Nay, might I not ask ev’n the same of you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The nodding helmets of whose men at arms</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out-crest the plumage of your lady court?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Est.</i> But to defend what yours would force from me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> Might not I, lady, say the same of mine?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But not to come to battle, ev’n of words,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With a fair lady, and my kinswoman;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And as averse to stand before your face,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Defenceless, and condemn’d in your disgrace,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till the good king be here to clear it all—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will you vouchsafe to hear me?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Est.</i> <span class="pad26">As you will.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> You know that, when about to leave this world,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Our royal grandsire, King Alfonso, left</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Three children; one a son, Basilio,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who wears—long may he wear!—the crown of Poland;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And daughters twain: of whom the elder was</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your mother, Clorileña, now some while</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_460"></a>[460]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Exalted to a more than mortal throne;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And Recisunda, mine, the younger sister,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, married to the Prince of Muscovy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gave me the light which may she live to see</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Herself for many, many years to come.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Meanwhile, good King Basilio, as you know,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deep in abstruser studies than this world,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And busier with the stars than lady’s eyes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has never by a second marriage yet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Replaced, as Poland ask’d of him, the heir</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">An early marriage brought and took away;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His young queen dying with the son she bore him:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And in such alienation grown so old</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As leaves no other hope of heir to Poland</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than his two sisters’ children; you, fair cousin,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And me; for whom the Commons of the realm</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Divide themselves into two several factions;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whether for you, the elder sister’s child;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or me, born of the younger, but, they say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My natural prerogative of man</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Outweighing your priority of birth.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which discord growing loud and dangerous,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Our uncle, King Basilio, doubly sage</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In prophesying and providing for</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The future, as to deal with it when come,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bids us here meet to-day in solemn council</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Our several pretensions to compose.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, but the martial out-burst that proclaims</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His coming, makes all further parley vain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless my bosom, by which only wise</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I prophesy, now wrongly prophesies,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By such a happy compact as I dare</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But glance at till the Royal Sage declare.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_461"></a>[461]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Trumpets, etc. Enter <span class="smcap">King Basilio</span> with his Council.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>All.</i> The King! God save the King!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<table class="jt">
<tr>
<td>
<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Estrella.</i></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Astolfo.</i></div>
  </div>
</div>
</td>
<td class="valign" rowspan="2">} (<i>Kneeling</i>)</td>
<td>
<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, Royal Sir!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">God save your Majesty!—</div>
  </div>
</div>
</td>
</tr>
</table>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad26">Rise, both of you,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rise to my arms, Astolfo and Estrella;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As my two sisters’ children always mine,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now more than ever, since myself and Poland</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Solely to you for our succession look’d.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now give ear, you and your several factions,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you, the Peers and Princes of this realm,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">While I reveal the purport of this meeting</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In words whose necessary length I trust</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No unsuccessful issue shall excuse.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You and the world who have surnamed me ‘Sage’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Know that I owe that title, if my due,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To my long meditation on the book</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which ever lying open overhead—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The book of heaven, I mean—so few have read;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose golden letters on whose sapphire leaf,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Distinguishing the page of day and night,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all the revolution of the year;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So with the turning volume where they lie</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still changing their prophetic syllables,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They register the destinies of men:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until with eyes that, dim with years indeed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are quicker to pursue the stars than rule them,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I get the start of Time, and from his hand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The wand of tardy revelation draw.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, had the self-same heaven upon his page</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Inscribed my death ere I should read my life</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, by fore-casting of my own mischance,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_462"></a>[462]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Play not the victim but the suicide</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In my own tragedy!—But you shall hear.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know how once, as kings must for their people,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And only once, as wise men for themselves,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I woo’d and wedded: know too that my Queen</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In childing died; but not, as you believe,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With her, the son she died in giving life to.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For, as the hour of birth was on the stroke,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Her brain conceiving with her womb, she dream’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A serpent tore her entrail. And too surely</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(For evil omen seldom speaks in vain)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The man-child breaking from that living tomb</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That makes our birth the antitype of death,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Man-grateful, for the life she gave him paid</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By killing her: and with such circumstance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As suited such unnatural tragedy;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He coming into light, if light it were</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That darken’d at his very horoscope,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When heaven’s two champions—sun and moon I mean—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Suffused in blood upon each other fell</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In such a raging duel of eclipse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As hath not terrified the universe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Since that which wept in blood the death of Christ:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When the dead walk’d, the waters turn’d to blood,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Earth and her cities totter’d, and the world</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seem’d shaken to its last paralysis.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In such a paroxysm of dissolution</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That son of mine was born; by that first act</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Heading the monstrous catalogue of crime,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I found fore-written in his horoscope;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As great a monster in man’s history</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As was in nature his nativity;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So savage, bloody, terrible, and impious,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, should he live, would tear his country’s entrails,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_463"></a>[463]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">As by his birth his mother’s; with which crime</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beginning, he should clench the dreadful tale</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By trampling on his father’s silver head.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All which fore-reading, and his act of birth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fate’s warrant that I read his life aright;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To save his country from his mother’s fate,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I gave abroad that he had died with her</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His being slew; with midnight secrecy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I had him carried to a lonely tower</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hewn from the mountain-barriers of the realm,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And under strict anathema of death</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Guarded from men’s inquisitive approach,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Save from the trusty few one needs must trust;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who while his fasten’d body they provide</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With salutary garb and nourishment,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Instruct his soul in what no soul may miss</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of holy faith, and in such other lore</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As may solace his life-imprisonment,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And tame perhaps the Savage prophesied</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Toward such a trial as I aim at now,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now demand your special hearing to.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What in this fearful business I have done,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Judge whether lightly or maliciously,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I, with my own and only flesh and blood,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And proper lineal inheritor!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I swear, had his foretold atrocities</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Touch’d me alone, I had not saved myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At such a cost to him; but as a king,—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A Christian king,—I say, advisedly,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who would devote his people to a tyrant</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Worse than Caligula fore-chronicled?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But even this not without grave mis-giving,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lest by some chance mis-reading of the stars,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or mis-direction of what rightly read,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I wrong my son of his prerogative,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_464"></a>[464]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And Poland of her rightful sovereign.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For, sure and certain prophets as the stars,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Although they err not, he who reads them may;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or rightly reading—seeing there is One</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who governs them, as, under Him, they us,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We are not sure if the rough diagram</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They draw in heaven and we interpret here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be sure of operation, if the Will</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Supreme, that sometimes for some special end</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The course of providential nature breaks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By miracle, may not of these same stars</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cancel his own first draft, or overrule</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What else fore-written all else overrules.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As, for example, should the Will Almighty</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Permit the Free-will of particular man</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To break the meshes of else strangling fate—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which Free-will, fearful of foretold abuse,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I have myself from my own son for-closed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From ever possible self-extrication;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A terrible responsibility,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not to the conscience to be reconciled</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless opposing almost certain evil</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against so slight contingency of good.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well—thus perplex’d, I have resolved at last</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To bring the thing to trial: whereunto</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Here have I summon’d you, my Peers, and you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom I more dearly look to, failing him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As witnesses to that which I propose;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And thus propose the doing it. Clotaldo,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who guards my son with old fidelity,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall bring him hither from his tower by night</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lockt in a sleep so fast as by my art</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I rivet to within a link of death,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But yet from death so far, that next day’s dawn</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall wake him up upon the royal bed,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_465"></a>[465]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Complete in consciousness and faculty,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When with all princely pomp and retinue</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My loyal Peers with due obeisance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall hail him Segismund, the Prince of Poland.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then if with any show of human kindness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He fling discredit, not upon the stars,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But upon me, their misinterpreter,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all apology mistaken age</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can make to youth it never meant to harm,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To my son’s forehead will I shift the crown</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I long have wish’d upon a younger brow;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And in religious humiliation,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For what of worn-out age remains to me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Entreat my pardon both of Heaven and him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For tempting destinies beyond my reach.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But if, as I misdoubt, at his first step</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The hoof of the predicted savage shows;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Before predicted mischief can be done,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The self-same sleep that loosed him from the chain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall re-consign him, not to loose again.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then shall I, having lost that heir direct,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Look solely to my sisters’ children twain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each of a claim so equal as divides</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The voice of Poland to their several sides,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, as I trust, to be entwined ere long</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into one single wreath so fair and strong</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As shall at once all difference atone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And cease the realm’s division with their own.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cousins and Princes, Peers and Councillors,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Such is the purport of this invitation,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And such is my design. Whose furtherance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If not as Sovereign, if not as Seer,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet one whom these white locks, if nothing else,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To patient acquiescence consecrate,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I now demand and even supplicate.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_466"></a>[466]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> Such news, and from such lips, may well suspend</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The tongue to loyal answer most attuned;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But if to me as spokesman of my faction</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your Highness looks for answer; I reply</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For one and all—Let Segismund, whom now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We first hear tell of as your living heir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Appear, and but in your sufficient eye</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Approve himself worthy to be your son,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then we will hail him Poland’s rightful heir.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What says my cousin?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Est.</i> <span class="pad10">Ay, with all my heart.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But if my youth and sex upbraid me not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I should dare ask of so wise a king—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> Ask, ask, fair cousin! Nothing, I am sure,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not well consider’d; nay, if ’twere, yet nothing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But pardonable from such lips as those.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Est.</i> Then, with your pardon, Sir—if Segismund,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My cousin, whom I shall rejoice to hail</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As Prince of Poland too, as you propose,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be to a trial coming upon which</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">More, as I think, than life itself depends,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, Sir, with sleep-disorder’d senses brought</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To this uncertain contest with his stars?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> Well ask’d indeed! As wisely be it answer’d!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Because</i> it is uncertain, see you not?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For as I think I can discern between</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sudden flaws of a sleep-startled man,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And of the savage thing we have to dread;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If but bewilder’d, dazzled, and uncouth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As might the sanest and the civilest</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In circumstance so strange—nay, more than that,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If moved to any out-break short of blood,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All shall be well with him; and how much more,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_467"></a>[467]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">If ’mid the magic turmoil of the change,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He shall so calm a resolution show</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As scarce to reel beneath so great a blow!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But if with savage passion uncontroll’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He lay about him like the brute foretold,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And must as suddenly be caged again;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then what redoubled anguish and despair,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From that brief flash of blissful liberty</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Remitted—and for ever—to his chain!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which so much less, if on the stage of glory</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Enter’d and exited through such a door</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of sleep as makes a dream of all between.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Est.</i> Oh kindly answer, Sir, to question that</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To charitable courtesy less wise</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Might call for pardon rather! I shall now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gladly, what, uninstructed, loyally</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I should have waited.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> <span class="pad16">Your Highness doubts not me,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor how my heart follows my cousin’s lips,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whatever way the doubtful balance fall,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still loyal to your bidding.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Omnes.</i> <span class="pad20">So say all.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> I hoped, and did expect, of all no less—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And sure no sovereign ever needed more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From all who owe him love or loyalty.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For what a strait of time I stand upon,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When to this issue not alone I bring</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My son your Prince, but ev’n myself your King:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, whichsoever way for him it turn,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of less than little honour to myself.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For if this coming trial justify</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My thus withholding from my son his right,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is not the judge himself justified in</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The father’s shame? And if the judge proved wrong,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_468"></a>[468]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">My son withholding from his right thus long,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shame and remorse to judge and father both:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless remorse and shame together drown’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In having what I flung for worthless found.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But come—already weary with your travel,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And ill refresh’d by this strange history,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until the hours that draw the sun from heaven</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unite us at the customary board,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each to his several chamber: you to rest;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I to contrive with old Clotaldo best</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The method of a stranger thing than old</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Time has as yet among his records told.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<hr />

<h3>ACT II</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>A Throne-room in the Palace.
Music within.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">King</span> and <span class="smcap">Clotaldo</span>, meeting
a Lord in waiting.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> You, for a moment beckon’d from your office,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tell me thus far how goes it. In due time</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The potion left him?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lord.</i> <span class="pad12">At the very hour</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To which your Highness temper’d it. Yet not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So wholly but some lingering mist still hung</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About his dawning senses—which to clear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We fill’d and handed him a morning drink</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With sleep’s specific antidote suffused;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And while with princely raiment we invested</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What nature surely modell’d for a Prince—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All but the sword—as you directed—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_469"></a>[469]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad26">Ay—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lord.</i> If not too loudly, yet emphatically</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still with the title of a Prince address’d him.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> How bore he that?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lord.</i> <span class="pad22">With all the rest, my liege,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will not say so like one in a dream</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As one himself misdoubting that he dream’d.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> So far so well, Clotaldo, either way,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And best of all if tow’rd the worse I dread.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But yet no violence?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Lord.</i> <span class="pad16">At most, impatience;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wearied perhaps with importunities</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We yet were bound to offer.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad20">Oh, Clotaldo!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though thus far well, yet would myself had drunk</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The potion he revives from! such suspense</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Crowds all the pulses of life’s residue</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into the present moment; and, I think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whichever way the trembling scale may turn,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will leave the crown of Poland for some one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To wait no longer than the setting sun!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> Courage, my liege! The curtain is undrawn,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And each must play his part out manfully,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leaving the rest to heaven.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad20">Whose written words</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If I should misinterpret or transgress!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But as you say—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>To the Lord, who exit.</i>) You, back to him at once;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clotaldo, you, when he is somewhat used</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To the new world of which they call him Prince,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where place and face, and all, is strange to him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With your known features and familiar garb</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall then, as chorus to the scene, accost him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And by such earnest of that old and too</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_470"></a>[470]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Familiar world, assure him of the new.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Last in the strange procession, I myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will by one full and last development</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Complete the plot for that catastrophe</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That he must put to all; God grant it be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The crown of Poland on his brows!—Hark! hark!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was that his voice within?—Now louder—Oh,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clotaldo, what! so soon begun to roar!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Again! above the music—But betide</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What may, until the moment, we must hide.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt <span class="smcap">King</span> and <span class="smcap">Clotaldo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Segismund</i> (<i>within</i>). Forbear! I stifle with your perfume! cease</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your crazy salutations! peace, I say—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Begone, or let me go, ere I go mad</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all this babble, mummery, and glare,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For I am growing dangerous—Air! room! air!—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>He rushes in. Music ceases.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh but to save the reeling brain from wreck</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With its bewilder’d senses!—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>He covers his eyes for a while.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent36">What! Ev’n now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That Babel left behind me, but my eyes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pursued by the same glamour, that—unless</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Alike bewitch’d too—the confederate sense</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Vouches for palpable: bright-shining floors</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That ring hard answer back to the stamp’d heel,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And shoot up airy columns marble-cold,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, as they climb, break into golden leaf</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And capital, till they embrace aloft</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In clustering flower and fruitage over walls</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hung with such purple curtain as the West</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fringes with such a gold; or over-laid</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With sanguine-glowing semblances of men,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each in his all but living action busied,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_471"></a>[471]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or from the wall they look from, with fix’d eyes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pursuing me; and one most strange of all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, as I pass’d the crystal on the wall,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Look’d from it—left it—and as I return,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Returns, and looks me face to face again—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless some false reflection of my brain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The outward semblance of myself—Myself?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How know that tawdry shadow for myself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that it moves as I move; lifts his hand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With mine; each motion echoing so close</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The immediate suggestion of the will</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In which myself I recognize—Myself!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What, this fantastic Segismund the same</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who last night, as for all his nights before,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lay down to sleep in wolf-skin on the ground</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In a black turret which the wolf howl’d round,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And woke again upon a golden bed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Round which as clouds about a rising sun,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In scarce less glittering caparison,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gather’d gay shapes that, underneath a breeze</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of music, handed him upon their knees</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The wine of heaven in a cup of gold,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And still in soft melodious under-song</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hailing me Prince of Poland!—‘Segismund,’</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They said, ‘Our Prince! The Prince of Poland!’ and</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Again, ‘Oh, welcome, welcome, to his own,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Our own Prince Segismund—’</div>
    <div class="verse indent42">Oh, but a blast—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One blast of the rough mountain air! one look</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At the grim features—— (<i>He goes to the window</i>)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What they disvizor’d also! shatter’d chaos</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Cast into stately shape and masonry,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Between whose channel’d and perspective sides</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Compact with rooted towers, and flourishing</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_472"></a>[472]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">To heaven with gilded pinnacle and spire,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Flows the live current ever to and fro</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With open aspect and free step!—Clotaldo!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clotaldo!—calling as one scarce dares call</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For him who suddenly might break the spell</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One fears to walk without him—Why, that I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With unencumber’d step as any there,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Go stumbling through my glory—feeling for</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That iron leading-string—ay, for myself—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For that fast-anchor’d self of yesterday,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of yesterday, and all my life before,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ere drifted clean from self-identity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon the fluctuation of to-day’s</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mad whirling circumstance!—And, fool, why not?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If reason, sense, and self-identity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Obliterated from a worn-out brain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Art thou not maddest striving to be sane,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And catching at that Self of yesterday</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, like a leper’s rags, best flung away!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or if not mad, then dreaming—dreaming?—well—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dreaming then—Or, if self to self be true,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not mock’d by that, but as poor souls have been</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By those who wrong’d them, to give wrong new relish?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or have those stars indeed they told me of</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As masters of my wretched life of old,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into some happier constellation roll’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And brought my better fortune out on earth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clear as themselves in heaven!—Prince Segismund</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They call’d me—and at will I shook them off—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will they return again at my command</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Again to call me so?—Within there! You!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Segismund calls—Prince Segismund—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_473"></a>[473]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>He has seated himself on the throne. Enter <span class="smcap">Chamberlain</span>, with lords in waiting.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> <span class="pad36">I rejoice</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That unadvised of any but the voice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of royal instinct in the blood, your Highness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Has ta’en the chair that you were born to fill.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> The chair?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> <span class="pad12">The royal throne of Poland, Sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which may your Royal Highness keep as long</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As he that now rules from it shall have ruled</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When heaven has call’d him to itself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad36">When he?—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> Your royal father, King Basilio, Sir.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> My royal father—King Basilio.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You see I answer but as Echo does,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not knowing what she listens or repeats.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This is my throne—this is my palace—Oh,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But this out of the window?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> <span class="pad18">Warsaw, Sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your capital—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad8">And all the moving people?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> Your subjects and your vassals like ourselves.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Ay, ay—my subjects—in my capital—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Warsaw—and I am Prince of it—You see</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">It needs much iteration to strike sense</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into the human echo.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> <span class="pad12">Left awhile</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the quick brain, the word will quickly to</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Full meaning blow.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad18">You think so?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> <span class="pad36">And meanwhile</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lest our obsequiousness, which means no worse</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_474"></a>[474]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than customary honour to the Prince</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We most rejoice to welcome, trouble you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should we retire again? or stand apart?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or would your Highness have the music play</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Again, which meditation, as they say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So often loves to float upon?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad24">The music?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No—yes—perhaps the trumpet—— (<i>Aside</i>) Yet if that</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Brought back the troop!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>A Lord.</i> <span class="pad12">The trumpet! There again</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How trumpet-like spoke out the blood of Poland!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> Before the morning is far up, your Highness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will have the trumpet marshalling your soldiers</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the Palace windows.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad24">Ah, my soldiers—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My soldiers—not black-vizor’d?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> <span class="pad24">Sir?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> No matter.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But—one thing—for a moment—in your ear—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Do you know one Clotaldo?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> <span class="pad24">Oh, my Lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He and myself together, I may say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Although in different vocations,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have silver’d in your royal father’s service;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, as I trust, with both of us a few</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">White hairs to fall in yours.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad24">Well said, well said!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Basilio, my father—well—Clotaldo—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is he my kinsman too?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> <span class="pad18">Oh, my good Lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A General simply in your Highness’ service,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than whom your Highness has no trustier.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Ay, so you said before, I think. And you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With that white wand of yours—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_475"></a>[475]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, now I think on ’t, I have read of such</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A silver-hair’d magician with a wand,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who in a moment, with a wave of it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Turn’d rags to jewels, clowns to emperors,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By some benigner magic than the stars</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Spirited poor good people out of hand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From all their woes; in some enchanted sleep</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Carried them off on cloud or dragon-back</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Over the mountains, over the wide Deep,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And set them down to wake in Fairyland.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> Oh, my good Lord, you laugh at me—and I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Right glad to make you laugh at such a price:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know me no enchanter: if I were,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I and my wand as much as your Highness’,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As now your chamberlain—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad24">My chamberlain?—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And these that follow you?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> <span class="pad18">On you, my Lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your Highness’ lords in waiting.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad30">Lords in waiting.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well, I have now learn’d to repeat, I think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If only but by rote—This is my palace,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And this my throne—which unadvised—And that</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out of the window there my Capital;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all the people moving up and down</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My subjects and my vassals like yourselves,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My chamberlain—and lords in waiting, and</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clotaldo—and Clotaldo?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You are an aged, and seem a reverend man—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You do not—though his fellow-officer—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You do not mean to mock me?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> <span class="pad24">Oh, my Lord!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Well then—If no magician, as you say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet setting me a riddle, that my brain,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_476"></a>[476]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all its senses whirling, cannot solve,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yourself or one of these with you must answer—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How I—that only last night fell asleep</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not knowing that the very soil of earth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I lay down—chain’d—to sleep upon was Poland—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Awake to find myself the Lord of it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With Lords, and Generals, and Chamberlains,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And ev’n my very Gaoler, for my vassals!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter suddenly <span class="smcap">Clotaldo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clotaldo.</i> Stand all aside</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I may put into his hand the clue</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To lead him out of this amazement. Sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Vouchsafe your Highness from my bended knee</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Receive my homage first.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad18">Clotaldo! What,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At last—his old self—undisguised where all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is masquerade—to end it!—You kneeling too!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What! have the stars you told me long ago</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Laid that old work upon you, added this,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, having chain’d your prisoner so long,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You loose his body now to slay his wits,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dragging him—how I know not—whither scarce</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I understand—dressing him up in all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This frippery, with your dumb familiars</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Disvizor’d, and their lips unlock’d to lie,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Calling him Prince and King, and, madman-like,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Setting a crown of straw upon his head?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> Would but your Highness, as indeed I now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must call you—and upon his bended knee</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Never bent Subject more devotedly—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">However all about you, and perhaps</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You to yourself incomprehensiblest,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But rest in the assurance of your own</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_477"></a>[477]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sane waking senses, by these witnesses</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Attested, till the story of it all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of which I bring a chapter, be reveal’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Assured of all you see and hear as neither</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Madness nor mockery—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad18">What then?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad36">All it seems:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This palace with its royal garniture;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This capital of which it is the eye,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all its temples, marts, and arsenals;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This realm of which this city is the head,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all its cities, villages, and tilth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Its armies, fleets, and commerce; all your own;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all the living souls that make them up,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From those who now, and those who shall, salute you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Down to the poorest peasant of the realm,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your subjects—Who, though now their mighty voice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sleeps in the general body unapprized,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wait but a word from those about you now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To hail you Prince of Poland, Segismund.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> All this is so?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad24">As sure as anything</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is, or can be.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> You swear it on the faith</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You taught me—elsewhere?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> (<i>kissing the hilt of his sword</i>). Swear it upon this</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Symbol, and champion of the holy faith</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I wear it to defend.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> (<i>to himself</i>). My eyes have not deceived me, nor my ears,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With this transfiguration, nor the strain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of royal welcome that arose and blew,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Breathed from no lying lips, along with it.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For here Clotaldo comes, his own old self,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_478"></a>[478]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, if not Lie and phantom with the rest—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Aloud</i>) Well then, all this is thus.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For have not these fine people told me so,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you, Clotaldo, sworn it? And the Why</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And Wherefore are to follow by and bye!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yet—and yet—why wait for that which you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who take your oath on it can answer—and</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Indeed it presses hard upon my brain—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What I was asking of these gentlemen</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When you came in upon us; how it is</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I—the Segismund you know so long—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No longer than the sun that rose to-day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rose—and from what you know—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rose to be Prince of Poland?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad24">So to be</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Acknowledged and entreated, Sir.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad30">So be</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Acknowledged and entreated—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well—But if now by all, by some at least</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So known—if not entreated—heretofore—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Though not by you—For, now I think again,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of what should be your attestation worth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You that of all my questionable subjects</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who knowing what, yet left me where, I was,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You least of all, Clotaldo, till the dawn</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of this first day that told it to myself?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> Oh, let your Highness draw the line across</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fore-written sorrow, and in this new dawn</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bury that long sad night.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad18">Not ev’n the Dead,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Call’d to the resurrection of the blest,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall so directly drop all memory</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of woes and wrongs foregone!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad22">But not resent—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Purged by the trial of that sorrow past</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_479"></a>[479]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">For full fruition of their present bliss.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> But leaving with the Judge what, till this earth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be cancell’d in the burning heavens, He leaves</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His earthly delegates to execute,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of retribution in reward to them</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And woe to those who wrong’d them—Not as you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not you, Clotaldo, knowing not—And yet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n to the guiltiest wretch in all the realm,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of any treason guilty short of that,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Stern usage—but assuredly not knowing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not knowing ’twas your sovereign lord, Clotaldo,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You used so sternly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad16">Ay, sir; with the same</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Devotion and fidelity that now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Does homage to him for my sovereign.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Fidelity that held his Prince in chains!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> Fidelity more fast than had it loosed him—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Ev’n from the very dawn of consciousness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Down at the bottom of the barren rocks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where scarce a ray of sunshine found him out,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In which the poorest beggar of my realm</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At least to human-full proportion grows—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Me! Me—whose station was the kingdom’s top</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To flourish in, reaching my head to heaven,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And with my branches overshadowing</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The meaner growth below!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad20">Still with the same</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fidelity—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad8">To me!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad16">Ay, sir, to you,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Through that divine allegiance upon which</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All Order and Authority is based;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which to revolt against—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad20">Were to revolt</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against the stars, belike!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_480"></a>[480]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad20">And him who reads them;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And by that right, and by the sovereignty</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He wears as you shall wear it after him;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ay, one to whom yourself—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yourself, ev’n more than any subject here,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are bound by yet another and more strong</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Allegiance—King Basilio—your father—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Basilio—King—my father!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad28">Oh, my Lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Let me beseech you on my bended knee,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For your own sake—for Poland’s—and for his,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, looking up for counsel to the skies,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Did what he did under authority</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To which the kings of earth themselves are subject,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And whose behest not only he that suffers,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But he that executes, not comprehends,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But only He that orders it—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad22">The King—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My father!—Either I am mad already,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or that way driving fast—or I should know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That fathers do not use their children so,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or men were loosed from all allegiance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To fathers, kings, and heaven that order’d all.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, mad or not, my hour is come, and I</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will have my reckoning—Either you lie,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the skirt of sinless majesty</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shrouding your treason; or if <i>that</i> indeed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Guilty itself, take refuge in the stars</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That cannot hear the charge, or disavow—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You, whether doer or deviser, who</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Come first to hand, shall pay the penalty</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By the same hand you owe it to—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Seizing <span class="smcap">Clotaldo’s</span> sword and about to strike him.</i>)</p>

<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_481"></a>[481]</span></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Rosaura</span> suddenly.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Rosaura.</i> Fie, my Lord—forbear,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What! a young hand raised against silver hair!—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>She retreats through the crowd.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Stay! stay! What come and vanish’d as before—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I scarce remember how—but—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices within.</i> Room for Astolfo, Duke of Muscovy!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Astolfo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Astolfo.</i> Welcome, thrice welcome, the auspicious day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When from the mountain where he darkling lay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The Polish sun into the firmament</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sprung all the brighter for his late ascent,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And in meridian glory—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad14">Where is he?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why must I ask this twice?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>A Lord.</i> <span class="pad16">The Page, my Lord?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I wonder at his boldness—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad18">But I tell you</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He came with Angel written in his face</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As now it is, when all was black as hell</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About, and none of you who now—he came,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And Angel-like flung me a shining sword</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To cut my way through darkness; and again</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Angel-like wrests it from me in behalf</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of one—whom I will spare for sparing him:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But he must come and plead with that same voice</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That pray’d for me—in vain.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> <span class="pad16">He is gone for,</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_482"></a>[482]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And shall attend your pleasure, sir. Meanwhile,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will not your Highness, as in courtesy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Return your royal cousin’s greeting?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad32">Whose?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> Astolfo, Duke of Muscovy, my Lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Saluted, and with, gallant compliment</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Welcomed you to your royal title.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> (<i>to Astolfo</i>). <span class="pad14">Oh—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You knew of this then?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> <span class="pad18">Knew of what, my Lord?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> That I was Prince of Poland all the while,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you my subject?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> <span class="pad14">Pardon me, my Lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But some few hours ago myself I learn’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your dignity; but, knowing it, no more</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than when I knew it not, your subject.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad34">What then?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> Your Highness’ chamberlain ev’n now has told you;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Astolfo, Duke of Muscovy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your father’s sister’s son; your cousin, sir:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And who as such, and in his own right Prince,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Expects from you the courtesy he shows.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> His Highness is as yet unused to Court,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And to the ceremonious interchange</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of compliment, especially to those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who draw their blood from the same royal fountain.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Where is the lad? I weary of all this—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Prince, cousins, chamberlains, and compliments—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where are my soldiers? Blow the trumpet, and</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With one sharp blast scatter these butterflies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And bring the men of iron to my side,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With whom a king feels like a king indeed!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices within.</i> Within there! room for the Princess Estrella!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_483"></a>[483]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Estrella</span> with Ladies.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Estrella.</i> Welcome, my Lord, right welcome to the throne</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That much too long has waited for your coming;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, in the general voice of Poland, hear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A kinswoman and cousin’s no less sincere.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Ay, this is welcome welcome-worth indeed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And cousin cousin-worth! Oh, I have thus</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Over the threshold of the mountain seen,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leading a bevy of fair stars, the moon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Enter the court of heaven—My kinswoman!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My cousin! But my subject?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Est.</i> <span class="pad24">If you please</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To count your cousin for your subject, sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You shall not find her a disloyal.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad30">Oh,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But there are twin stars in that heavenly face,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That now I know for having over-ruled</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Those evil ones that darken’d all my past,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And brought me forth from that captivity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To be the slave of her who set me free.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Est.</i> Indeed, my Lord, these eyes have no such power</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Over the past or present: but perhaps</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They brighten at your welcome to supply</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The little that a lady’s speech commends;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And in the hope that, let whichever be</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The other’s subject, we may both be friends.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Your hand to that—But why does this warm hand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shoot a cold shudder through me?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Est.</i> <span class="pad28">In revenge</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For likening me to that cold moon, perhaps.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_484"></a>[484]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Oh, but the lip whose music tells me so</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Breathes of a warmer planet, and that lip</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall remedy the treason of the hand!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>He catches to embrace her.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Est.</i> Release me, sir!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> <span class="pad16">And pardon me, my Lord,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This lady is a Princess absolute,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As Prince he is who just saluted you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And claims her by affiance.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad20">Hence, old fool.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For ever thrusting that white stick of yours</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Between me and my pleasure!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> <span class="pad20">This cause is mine.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forbear, sir—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad6">What, sir mouth-piece, you again?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> My Lord, I waive your insult to myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In recognition of the dignity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You yet are new to, and that greater still</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You look in time to wear. But for this lady—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom, if my cousin now, I hope to claim</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Henceforth by yet a nearer, dearer name—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> And what care I? She is my cousin too:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And if you be a Prince—well, am not I?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lord of the very soil you stand upon?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By that, and by that right beside of blood</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That like a fiery fountain hitherto</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pent in the rock leaps toward her at her touch,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mine, before all the cousins in Muscovy!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You call me Prince of Poland, and yourselves</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My subjects—traitors therefore to this hour,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who let me perish all my youth away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Chained there among the mountains; till, forsooth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Terrified at your treachery foregone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You spirit me up here, I know not how,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Popinjay-like invest me like yourselves,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_485"></a>[485]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Choke me with scent and music that I loathe,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, worse than all the music and the scent,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With false, long-winded, fulsome compliment,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That ‘Oh, you are my subjects!’ and in word</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Reiterating still obedience,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thwart me in deed at every step I take:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When just about to wreak a just revenge</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon that old arch-traitor of you all,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Filch from my vengeance him I hate; and him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I loved—the first and only face—till this—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I cared to look on in your ugly court—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now when palpably I grasp at last</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What hitherto but shadow’d in my dreams—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Affiances and interferences,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The first who dares to meddle with me more—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Princes and chamberlains and counsellors,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Touch her who dares!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> <span class="pad14">That dare I—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> (<i>seizing him by the throat</i>). <span class="pad6">You dare!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Chamb.</i> My Lord!—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>A Lord.</i> <span class="pad10">His strength’s a lion’s—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Voices within.</i> <span class="pad22">The King! The King!—</span></div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">King</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>A Lord.</i> And on a sudden how he stands at gaze,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As might a wolf just fasten’d on his prey,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Glaring at a suddenly encounter’d lion.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> And I that hither flew with open arms</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To fold them round my son, must now return</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To press them to an empty heart again!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>He sits on the throne.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> That is the King?—My father?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>After a long pause.</i>)             I have heard</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That sometimes some blind instinct has been known</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_486"></a>[486]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">To draw to mutual recognition those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of the same blood, beyond all memory</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Divided, or ev’n never met before.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know not how this is—perhaps in brutes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That live by kindlier instincts—but I know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That looking now upon that head whose crown</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pronounces him a sovereign king, I feel</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No setting of the current in my blood</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tow’rd him as sire. How is ’t with you, old man,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tow’rd him they call your son?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad28">Alas! Alas!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Your sorrow, then?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad18">Beholding what I do.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Ay, but how know this sorrow, that has grown</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And moulded to this present shape of man,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As of your own creation?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad18">Ev’n from birth.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> But from that hour to this, near, as I think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Some twenty such renewals of the year</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As trace themselves upon the barren rocks,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I never saw you, nor you me—unless,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless, indeed, through one of those dark masks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Through which a son might fail to recognize</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The best of fathers.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad14">Be that as you will;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, now we see each other face to face,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Know me as you I know; which did I not,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By whatsoever signs, assuredly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You were not here to prove it at my risk.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> You are my father.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And is it true then, as Clotaldo swears,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Twas you that from the dawning birth of one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yourself brought into being,—you, I say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who stole his very birthright; not alone</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That secondary and peculiar right</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_487"></a>[487]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of sovereignty, but even that prime</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Inheritance that all men share alike,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And chain’d him—chain’d him!—like a wild beast’s whelp,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Among as savage mountains, to this hour?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Answer if this be thus.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad14">Oh, Segismund,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In all that I have done that seems to you,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, without further hearing, fairly seems,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unnatural and cruel—’twas not I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But One who writes His order in the sky</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I dared not misinterpret nor neglect,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who knows with what reluctance—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad24">Oh, those stars,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Those stars, that too far up from human blame</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To clear themselves, or careless of the charge,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Still bear upon their shining shoulders all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The guilt men shift upon them!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad20">Nay, but think:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not only on the common score of kind,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that peculiar count of sovereignty—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If not behind the beast in brain as heart,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How should I thus deal with my innocent child,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Doubly desired, and doubly dear when come,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As that sweet second-self that all desire,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And princes more than all, to root themselves</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By that succession in their people’s hearts,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unless at that superior Will, to which</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not kings alone, but sovereign nature bows?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> And what had those same stars to tell of me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That should compel a father and a king</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So much against that double instinct?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad28">That,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which I have brought you hither, at my peril,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_488"></a>[488]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against their written warning, to disprove,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By justice, mercy, human kindliness.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> And therefore made yourself their instrument</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To make your son the savage and the brute</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They only prophesied?—Are you not afear’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lest, irrespective as such creatures are</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of such relationship, the brute you made</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Revenge the man you marr’d—like sire, like son,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To do by you as you by me have done?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> You never had a savage heart from me;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I may appeal to Poland.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad16">Then from whom?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If pure in fountain, poison’d by yourself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When scarce begun to flow,—To make a man</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not, as I see, degraded from the mould</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I came from, nor compared to those about,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And then to throw your own flesh to the dogs!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why not at once, I say, if terrified</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At the prophetic omens of my birth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have drown’d or stifled me, as they do whelps</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Too costly or too dangerous to keep?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> That, living, you might learn to live, and rule</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yourself and Poland.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad12">By the means you took</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To spoil for either?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad12">Nay, but, Segismund!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know not—cannot know—happily wanting</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sad experience on which knowledge grows,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How the too early consciousness of power</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Spoils the best blood; nor whether for your long-</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Constrain’d disheritance (which, but for me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Remember, and for my relenting love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bursting the bond of fate, had been eternal)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You have not now a full indemnity;</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_489"></a>[489]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Wearing the blossom of your youth unspent</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the voluptuous sunshine of a court,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That often, by too early blossoming,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Too soon deflowers the rose of royalty.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Ay, but what some precocious warmth may spill,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May not an early frost as surely kill?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> But, Segismund, my son, whose quick discourse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Proves I have not extinguished and destroy’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The Man you charge me with extinguishing,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">However it condemn me for the fault</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of keeping a good light so long eclipsed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Reflect! This is the moment upon which</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Those stars, whose eyes, although we see them not,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By day as well as night are on us still,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hang watching up in the meridian heaven</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which way the balance turns; and if to you—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As by your dealing God decide it may,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To my confusion!—let me answer it</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Unto yourself alone, who shall at once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Approve yourself to be your father’s judge,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And sovereign of Poland in his stead,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By justice, mercy, self-sobriety,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all the reasonable attributes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Without which, impotent to rule himself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Others one cannot, and one must not rule;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But which if you but show the blossom of—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All that is past we shall but look upon</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As the first out-fling of a generous nature</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rioting in first liberty; and if</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">This blossom do but promise such a flower</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As promises in turn its kindly fruit:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forthwith upon your brows the royal crown,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That now weighs heavy on my agèd brows,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_490"></a>[490]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">I will devolve; and while I pass away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into some cloister, with my Maker there</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To make my peace in penitence and prayer,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Happily settle the disorder’d realm</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That now cries loudly for a lineal heir.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> And so—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When the crown falters on your shaking head,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And slips the sceptre from your palsied hand,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And Poland for her rightful heir cries out;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When not only your stol’n monopoly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fails you of earthly power, but ’cross the grave</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The judgment-trumpet of another world</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Calls you to count for your abuse of this;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then, oh then, terrified by the double danger,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You drag me from my den—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Boast not of giving up at last the power</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You can no longer hold, and never rightly</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Held, but in fee for him you robb’d it from;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And be assured your Savage, once let loose,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will not be caged again so quickly; not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By threat or adulation to be tamed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till he have had his quarrel out with those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who made him what he is.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad20">Beware! Beware!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Subdue the kindled Tiger in your eye,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor dream that it was sheer necessity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Made me thus far relax the bond of fate,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, with far more of terror than of hope</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Threaten myself, my people, and the State.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Know that, if old, I yet have vigour left</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To wield the sword as well as wear the crown;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And if my more immediate issue fail,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not wanting scions of collateral blood,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose wholesome growth shall more than compensate</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For all the loss of a distorted stem.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_491"></a>[491]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> That will I straightway bring to trial—Oh,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">After a revelation such as this,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The Last Day shall have little left to show</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of righted wrong and villainy requited!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, Judgment now beginning upon earth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Myself, methinks, in right of all my wrongs</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Appointed heaven’s avenging minister,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Accuser, judge, and executioner,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sword in hand, cite the guilty—First, as worst,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The usurper of his son’s inheritance;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Him and his old accomplice, time and crime</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Inveterate, and unable to repay</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The golden years of life they stole away.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What, does he yet maintain his state, and keep</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The throne he should be judged from? Down with him,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I may trample on the false white head</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So long has worn my crown! Where are my soldiers?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of all my subjects and my vassals here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not one to do my bidding? Hark! A trumpet!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The trumpet—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>He pauses as the trumpet sounds as in <span class="smcap">Act I.</span>, and masked Soldiers gradually fill in behind the Throne.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King</i> (<i>rising before his throne</i>). Ay, indeed, the trumpet blows</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A memorable note, to summon those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, if forthwith you fall not at the feet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of him whose head you threaten with the dust,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Forthwith shall draw the curtain of the Past</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About you; and this momentary gleam</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of glory that you think to hold life-fast,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So coming, so shall vanish, as a dream.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> He prophesies; the old man prophesies;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, at his trumpet’s summons, from the tower</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_492"></a>[492]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">The leash-bound shadows loosen’d after me</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">My rising glory reach and over-lour—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But, reach not I my height, he shall not hold.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But with me back to his own darkness!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>He dashes toward the throne and is enclosed by the soldiers.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent38">Traitors!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hold off! Unhand me!—Am not I your king?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you would strangle him!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But I am breaking with an inward Fire</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall scorch you off, and wrap me on the wings</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of conflagration from a kindled pyre</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of lying prophecies and prophet-kings</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Above the extinguish’d stars—Reach me the sword</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He flung me—Fill me such a bowl of wine</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As that you woke the day with—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad20">And shall close,—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But of the vintage that Clotaldo knows.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

<hr />

<h3>ACT III</h3>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene I.</span>—<i>The Tower, etc., as in <span class="smcap">Act I. Scene I.</span></i></h4>

<p class="center"><i><span class="smcap">Segismund</span>, as at first, and <span class="smcap">Clotaldo</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clotaldo.</i> Princes and princesses, and counsellors</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fluster’d to right and left—my life made at—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that was nothing—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Even the white-hair’d, venerable King</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Seized on—Indeed, you made wild work of it;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And so discover’d in your outward action,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Flinging your arms about you in your sleep,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Grinding your teeth—and, as I now remember,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_493"></a>[493]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Woke mouthing out judgment and execution,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">On those about you.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad12">Ay, I did indeed.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> Ev’n now your eyes stare wild; your hair stands up—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your pulses throb and flutter, reeling still</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the storm of such a dream—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad30">A dream!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That seem’d as swearable reality</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As what I wake in now.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad24">Ay—wondrous how</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Imagination in a sleeping brain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out of the uncontingent senses draws</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sensations strong as from the real touch;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That we not only laugh aloud, and drench</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With tears our pillow; but in the agony</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of some imaginary conflict, fight</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And struggle—ev’n as you did; some, ’tis thought,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the dreamt-of stroke of death have died.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> And what so very strange too—In that world</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where place as well as people all was strange,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n I almost as strange unto myself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You only, you, Clotaldo—you, as much</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And palpably yourself as now you are,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Came in this very garb you ever wore,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By such a token of the past, you said,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To assure me of that seeming present.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad32">Ay?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Ay; and even told me of the very stars</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You tell me here of—how in spite of them,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I was enlarged to all that glory.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad30">Ay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By the false spirits’ nice contrivance thus</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A little truth oft leavens all the false,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The better to delude us.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_494"></a>[494]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad12">For you know</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis nothing but a dream?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad24">Nay, you yourself</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Know best how lately you awoke from that</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know you went to sleep on?—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Why, have you never dreamt the like before?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Never, to such reality.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad36">Such dreams</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are oftentimes the sleeping exhalations</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of that ambition that lies smouldering</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under the ashes of the lowest fortune;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By which, when reason slumbers, or has lost</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The reins of sensible comparison,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We fly at something higher than we are—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Scarce ever dive to lower—to be kings,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or conquerors, crown’d with laurel or with gold,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, mounting heaven itself on eagle wings.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, by the way, now that I think of it,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May furnish us the key to this high flight—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That royal Eagle we were watching, and</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Talking of as you went to sleep last night.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Last night? Last night?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad30">Ay, do you not remember</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Envying his immunity of flight,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As, rising from his throne of rock, he sail’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Above the mountains far into the West,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That burn’d about him, while with poising wings</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He darkled in it as a burning brand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is seen to smoulder in the fire it feeds?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Last night—last night—Oh, what a day was that</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Between that last night and this sad To-day!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> And yet, perhaps,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only some few dark moments, into which</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Imagination, once lit up within</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_495"></a>[495]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And unconditional of time and space,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can pour infinities.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad12">And I remember</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How the old man they call’d the King, who wore</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The crown of gold about his silver hair,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And a mysterious girdle round his waist,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Just when my rage was roaring at its height,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And after which it all was dark again,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Bid me beware lest all should be a dream.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> Ay—there another specialty of dreams,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That once the dreamer ’gins to dream he dreams,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His foot is on the very verge of waking.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Would it had been upon the verge of death</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That knows no waking—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Lifting me up to glory, to fall back,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Stunn’d, crippled—wretcheder than ev’n before.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> Yet not so glorious, Segismund, if you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your visionary honour wore so ill</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As to work murder and revenge on those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who meant you well.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad12">Who meant me!—me! their Prince</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Chain’d like a felon—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad12">Stay, stay—Not so fast,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You dream’d the Prince, remember.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad36">Then in dream</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Revenged it only.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad12">True. But as they say</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet uncorrected of the higher Will,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So that men sometimes in their dreams confess</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">An unsuspected, or forgotten, self;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One must beware to check—ay, if one may,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Stifle ere born, such passion in ourselves</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As makes, we see, such havoc with our sleep,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And ill reacts upon the waking day.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_496"></a>[496]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, by the bye, for one test, Segismund,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Between such swearable realities—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, are akin</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In missing each that salutary rein</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of reason, and the guiding will of man:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One test, I think, of waking sanity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall be that conscious power of self-control,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To curb all passion, but much most of all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That evil and vindictive, that ill squares</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With human, and with holy canon less,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which bids us pardon ev’n our enemies,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And much more those who, out of no ill will,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mistakenly have taken up the rod</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which heaven, they think, has put into their hands.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> I think I soon shall have to try again—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sleep has not yet done with me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad20">Such a sleep.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Take my advice—’tis early yet—the sun</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Scarce up above the mountain; go within,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And if the night deceived you, try anew</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With morning; morning dreams they say come true.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Oh, rather pray for me a sleep so fast</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As shall obliterate dream and waking too.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit into the tower.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> So sleep; sleep fast: and sleep away those two</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Night-potions, and the waking dream between</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which dream thou must believe; and, if to see</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Again, poor Segismund! that dream must be.—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How if our waking life, like that of sleep,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be all a dream in that eternal life</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To which we wake not till we sleep in death?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How if, I say, the senses we now trust</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For date of sensible comparison,—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_497"></a>[497]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ay, ev’n the Reason’s self that dates with them,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should be in essence or intensity</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hereafter so transcended, and awoke</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To a perceptive subtlety so keen</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As to confess themselves befool’d before,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In all that now they will avouch for most?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One man—like this—but only so much longer</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As life is longer than a summer’s day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Believed himself a king upon his throne,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And play’d at hazard with his fellows’ lives,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who cheaply dream’d away their lives to him.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sailor dream’d of tossing on the flood:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The soldier of his laurels grown in blood:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The lover of the beauty that he knew</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Must yet dissolve to dusty residue:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The merchant and the miser of his bags</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of finger’d gold; the beggar of his rags:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all this stage of earth on which we seem</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Such busy actors, and the parts we play’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Substantial as the shadow of a shade,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And Dreaming but a dream within a dream!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> Was it not said, sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By some philosopher as yet unborn,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That any chimney-sweep who for twelve hours</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dreams himself king is happy as the king</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who dreams himself twelve hours a chimney-sweep?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> A theme indeed for wiser heads than yours</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To moralize upon—How came you here?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> Not of my own will, I assure you, sir.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No matter for myself: but I would know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About my mistress—I mean, master—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad36">Oh,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now I remember—Well, your master-mistress</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is well, and deftly on its errand speeds,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_498"></a>[498]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">As you shall—if you can but hold your tongue.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Can you?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad8">I’d rather be at home again.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> Where you shall be the quicker if while here</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You can keep silence.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad12">I may whistle, then?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which by the virtue of my name I do,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And also as a reasonable test</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of waking sanity—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad12">Well, whistle then;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And for another reason you forgot,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That while you whistle, you can chatter not.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only remember—if you quit this pass—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> (His rhymes are out, or he had call’d it spot)—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> A bullet brings you to.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I must forthwith to court to tell the King</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The issue of this lamentable day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That buries all his hope in night. (<i>To Fife.</i>) Farewell:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Remember.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad8">But a moment—but a word!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When shall I see my mis—mas—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad30">Be content:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All in good time; and then, and not before,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Never to miss your master any more.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>Exit.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> Such talk of dreaming—dreaming—I begin</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To doubt if I be dreaming I am Fife,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who with a lad who call’d herself a boy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Because—I doubt there’s some confusion here—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He wore no petticoat, came on a time</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Riding from Muscovy on half a horse;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who must have dreamt she was a horse entire,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To cant me off upon my hinder face</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Under this tower, wall-eyed and musket-tongued,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_499"></a>[499]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">With sentinels a-pacing up and down,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Crying All’s well when all is far from well,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All the day long, and all the night, until</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I dream—if what is dreaming be not waking—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of bells a-tolling and processions rolling</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With candles, crosses, banners, San-benitos,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of which I wear the flamy-finingest,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Through streets and places throng’d with fiery faces</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To some back platform—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, I shall take a fire into my hand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With thinking of my own dear Muscovy—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only just over that Sierra there,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By which we tumbled headlong into—No-land.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now, if without a bullet after me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I could but get a peep of my old home—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps of my own mule to take me there—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All’s still—perhaps the gentlemen within</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are dreaming it is night behind their masks—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">God send ’em a good nightmare!—Now then—Hark!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Voices—and up the rocks—and armed men</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Climbing like cats—Puss in the corner then.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>He hides.</i></p>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span> cautiously up the rocks.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Captain.</i> This is the frontier pass, at any rate,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where Poland ends and Muscovy begins.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldier.</i> We must be close upon the tower, I know,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That half way up the mountain lies ensconced.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> How know you that?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sol.</i> <span class="pad20">He told me so—the Page</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who put us on the scent.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sol. 2.</i> <span class="pad18">And, as I think,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Will soon be here to run it down with us.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_500"></a>[500]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> Meantime, our horses on these ugly rocks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Useless, and worse than useless with their clatter—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Leave them behind, with one or two in charge,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And softly, softly, softly.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldiers.</i></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad24">There it is!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— There what?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad16">The tower—the fortress—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad38">That the tower!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">——That mouse-trap! We could pitch it down the rocks</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With our own hands.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad24">The rocks it hangs among</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dwarf its proportions and conceal its strength;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Larger and stronger than you think.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad32">No matter;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No place for Poland’s Prince to be shut up in.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At it at once!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> <span class="pad8">No—no—I tell you wait—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till those within give signal. For as yet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We know not who side with us, and the fort</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is strong in man and musket.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sol.</i> <span class="pad18">Shame to wait</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For odds with such a cause at stake.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> <span class="pad24">Because</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of such a cause at stake we wait for odds—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For if not won at once, for ever lost:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For any long resistance on their part</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would bring Basilio’s force to succour them</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ere we had rescued him we come to rescue.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So softly, softly, softly, still—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>A Soldier</i> (<i>discovering Fife</i>). Hilloa!</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_501"></a>[501]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldiers.</i></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— Hilloa! Here’s some one skulking—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad36">Seize and gag him!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— Stab him at once, say I: the only way</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To make all sure.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad24">Hold, every man of you!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And down upon your knees!—Why,’tis the Prince!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad6">The Prince!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad24">Oh, I should know him anywhere,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And anyhow disguised.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad30">—But the Prince is chain’d.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— And of a loftier presence—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad36">’Tis he, I tell you;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only bewilder’d as he was before.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">God save your Royal Highness! On our knees</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beseech you answer us!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad14">Just as you please.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Well—’tis this country’s custom, I suppose,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To take a poor man every now and then</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And set him on the throne; just for the fun</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of tumbling him again into the dirt.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now my turn is come. ’Tis very pretty.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sol.</i> His wits have been distemper’d with their drugs.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But do you ask him, Captain.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> On my knees,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And in the name of all who kneel with me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I do beseech your Highness answer to</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your royal title.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> Still, just as you please.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In my own poor opinion of myself—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But that may all be dreaming, which it seems</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_502"></a>[502]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is very much the fashion in this country—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No Polish prince at all, but a poor lad</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From Muscovy; where only help me back,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I promise never to contest the crown</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of Poland with whatever gentleman</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You fancy to set up.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldiers.</i></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad18">From Muscovy?</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— A spy then—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad14">Of Astolfo’s—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad30">Spy! a spy!—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— Hang him at once!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad10">No, pray don’t dream of that!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sol.</i> How dared you then set yourself up for our</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Prince Segismund?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad6"><i>I</i> set up!—I like that—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When ’twas yourselves be-siegesmunded me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> No matter—Look!—The signal from the tower.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Prince Segismund!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sol.</i> (<i>from the tower</i>). Prince Segismund!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> <span class="pad32">All’s well.</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clotaldo safe secured?—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sol.</i> (<i>from the tower</i>). No—by ill luck,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Instead of coming in, as we had look’d for,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He sprang on horse at once, and off at gallop.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> To Court, no doubt—a blunder that—And yet</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Perchance a blunder that may work as well</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As better forethought. Having no suspicion</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So will he carry none where his not going</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Were of itself suspicious. But of those</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Within, who side with us?</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_503"></a>[503]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sol.</i> Oh, one and all</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To the last man, persuaded or compell’d.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> Enough: whatever be to be retrieved</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No moment to be lost. For though Clotaldo</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have no revolt to tell of in the tower,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The capital will soon awake to ours,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And the King’s force come blazing after us.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where is the Prince?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sol.</i> <span class="pad10">Within; so fast asleep</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We woke him not ev’n striking off the chain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We had so cursedly holp bind him with,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not knowing what we did; but too ashamed</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not to undo ourselves what we had done.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> No matter, nor by whosesoever hands,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Provided done. Come; we will bring him forth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out of that stony darkness here abroad,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where air and sunshine sooner shall disperse</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sleepy fume which they have drugg’d him with.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">[<i>They enter the tower, and thence bring out <span class="smcap">Segismund</span> asleep on a pallet, and set in the middle of the stage.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> Still, still so dead asleep, the very noise</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And motion that we make in carrying him</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Stirs not a leaf in all the living tree.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldiers.</i></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If living—But if by some inward blow</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For ever and irrevocably fell’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By what strikes deeper to the root than sleep?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— He’s dead! He’s dead! They’ve kill’d him—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">—— <span class="pad36">No—he breathes—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And the heart beats—and now he breathes again</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Deeply, as one about to shake away</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The load of sleep.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_504"></a>[504]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> Come, let us all kneel round,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And with a blast of warlike instruments,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And acclamation of all loyal hearts,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Rouse and restore him to his royal right,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From which no royal wrong shall drive him more.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>They all kneel round his bed: trumpets, drums, etc.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldiers.</i></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Segismund! Segismund! Prince Segismund!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">King Segismund! Down with Basilio!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Down with Astolfo! Segismund our King! etc.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldier 1.</i> He stares upon us wildly. He cannot speak.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldier 2.</i> I said so—driv’n him mad.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldier 3.</i> <span class="pad24">Speak to him, Captain.</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> Oh Royal Segismund, our Prince and King,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Look on us—listen to us—answer us,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your faithful soldiery and subjects, now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">About you kneeling, but on fire to rise</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And cleave a passage through your enemies,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Until we seat you on your lawful throne.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For though your father, King Basilio,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now King of Poland, jealous of the stars</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That prophesy his setting with your rise,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Here holds you ignominiously eclipsed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And would Astolfo, Duke of Muscovy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mount to the throne of Poland after him;.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So will not we, your loyal soldiery</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And subjects; neither those of us now first</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Apprised of your existence and your right:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor those that hitherto deluded by</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Allegiance false, their vizors now fling down,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And craving pardon on their knees with us</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For that unconscious disloyalty,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_505"></a>[505]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Offer with us the service of their blood;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not only we and they; but at our heels</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The heart, if not the bulk, of Poland follows</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To join their voices and their arms with ours,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In vindicating with our lives our own</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Prince Segismund to Poland and her throne.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldiers.</i></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Segismund, Segismund, Prince Segismund!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Our own King Segismund, etc.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>They all rise.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Again? So soon?—What, not yet done with me?</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The sun is little higher up, I think,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Than when I last lay down,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To bury in the depth of your own sea</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You that infest its shallows.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> <span class="pad24">Sir!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad30">And now,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not in a palace, not in the fine clothes</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We all were in; but here, in the old place,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And in our old accoutrement—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only your vizors off, and lips unlock’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To mock me with that idle title—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> <span class="pad30">Nay,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Indeed no idle title, but your own,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then, now, and now for ever. For, behold,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ev’n as I speak, the mountain passes fill</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And bristle with the advancing soldiery</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That glitters in your rising glory, sir;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, at our signal, echo to our cry,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">‘Segismund, King of Poland!’ etc.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Shouts, trumpets, etc.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad30">Oh, how cheap</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The muster of a countless host of shadows,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As impotent to do with as to keep!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All this they said before—to softer music.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_506"></a>[506]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> Soft music, sir, to what indeed were shadows,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, following the sunshine of a Court,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall back be brought with it—if shadows still,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet to substantial reckoning.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad24">They shall?</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The white-hair’d and white-wanded chamberlain,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So busy with his wand too—the old King</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That I was somewhat hard on—he had been</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hard upon me—and the fine feather’d Prince</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who crow’d so loud—my cousin,—and another,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another cousin, we will not bear hard on—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And—But Clotaldo?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> <span class="pad12">Fled, my Lord, but close</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Pursued; and then—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad12">Then, as he fled before,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And after he had sworn it on his knees,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Came back to take me—where I am!—No more,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No more of this! Away with you! Begone!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whether but visions of ambitious night</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That morning ought to scatter, or grown out</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of night’s proportions you invade the day</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To scare me from my little wits yet left,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Begone! I know I must be near awake,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Knowing I dream; or, if not at my voice,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then vanish at the clapping of my hands,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or take this foolish fellow for your sport:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dressing me up in visionary glories,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which the first air of waking consciousness</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Scatters as fast as from the almander<a id="FNanchor_14" href="#Footnote_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a>—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That, waking one fine morning in full flower,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One rougher insurrection of the breeze</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of all her sudden honour disadorns</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_507"></a>[507]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">To the last blossom, and she stands again</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The winter-naked scare-crow that she was!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> I know not what to do, nor what to say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all this dreaming; I begin to doubt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They have driv’n him mad indeed, and he and we</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Are lost together.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>A Soldier</i> (<i>to Captain</i>). Stay, stay; I remember—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Hark in your ear a moment. (<i>Whispers.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> <span class="pad14">So—so—so?—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, now indeed I do not wonder, sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your senses dazzle under practices</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which treason, shrinking from its own device,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would now persuade you only was a dream;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But waking was as absolute as this</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You wake in now, as some who saw you then,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Prince as you were and are, can testify:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not only saw, but under false allegiance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Laid hands upon—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldier 1.</i> I, to my shame!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldier 2.</i> <span class="pad16">And I!</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> Who, to wipe out that shame, have been the first</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To stir and lead us—Hark! (<i>Shouts, trumpets, etc.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>A Soldier.</i> <span class="pad10">Our forces, sir,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Challenging King Basilio’s, now in sight,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And bearing down upon us.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> <span class="pad14">Sir, you hear;</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A little hesitation and delay,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all is lost—your own right, and the lives</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of those who now maintain it at that cost;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With you all saved and won; without, all lost.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That former recognition of your right</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Grant but a dream, if you will have it so;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Great things forecast themselves by shadows great:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or will you have it, this like that dream too,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_508"></a>[508]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">People, and place, and time itself, all dream—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet, being in ’t, and as the shadows come</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Quicker and thicker than you can escape,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Adopt your visionary soldiery,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, having struck a solid chain away,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now put an airy sword into your hand,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And harnessing you piece-meal till you stand</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Amidst us all complete in glittering,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If unsubstantial, steel—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Rosaura</i> (<i>without</i>). The Prince! The Prince!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> Who calls for him?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Sol.</i> <span class="pad20">The Page who spurr’d us hither,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And now, dismounted from a foaming horse—</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Rosaura</span>.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Rosaura.</i> Where is—but where I need no further ask</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where the majestic presence, all in arms,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Mutely proclaims and vindicates himself.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> My darling Lady-lord—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ros.</i> <span class="pad24">My own good Fife,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Keep to my side—and silence!—Oh, my Lord,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For the third time behold me here where first</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You saw me, by a happy misadventure</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Losing my own way here to find it out</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For you to follow with these loyal men,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Adding the moment of my little cause</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To yours; which, so much mightier as it is,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By a strange chance runs hand in hand with mine;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The self-same foe who now pretends your right,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Withholding mine—that, of itself alone,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I know the royal blood that runs in you</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Would vindicate, regardless of your own:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The right of injured innocence; and, more,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_509"></a>[509]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Spite of this epicene attire, a woman’s;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And of a noble stock I will not name</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till I, who brought it, have retrieved the shame.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whom Duke Astolfo, Prince of Muscovy,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all the solemn vows of wedlock won,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And would have wedded, as I do believe,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had not the cry of Poland for a Prince</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Call’d him from Muscovy to join the prize</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of Poland with the fair Estrella’s eyes.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I, following him hither, as you saw,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was cast upon these rocks; arrested by</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clotaldo: who, for an old debt of love</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">He owes my family, with all his might</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Served, and had served me further, till my cause</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clash’d with his duty to his sovereign,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, as became a loyal subject, sir,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">(And never sovereign had a loyaller,)</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Was still his first. He carried me to Court,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where, for the second time, I cross’d your path;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where, as I watch’d my opportunity,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Suddenly broke this public passion out;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which, drowning private into public wrong,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Yet swiftlier sweeps it to revenge along.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> Oh God, if this be dreaming, charge it not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To burst the channel of enclosing sleep</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And drown the waking reason! Not to dream</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Only what dreamt shall once or twice again</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Return to buzz about the sleeping brain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till shaken off for ever—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But reassailing one so quick, so thick—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The very figure and the circumstance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of sense-confess’d reality foregone</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In so-call’d dream so palpably repeated,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The copy so like the original,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">We know not which is which; and dream so-call’d</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_510"></a>[510]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Itself inweaving so inextricably</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Into the tissue of acknowledged truth;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The very figures that empeople it</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Returning to assert themselves no phantoms</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In something so much like meridian day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And in the very place that not my worst</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And veriest disenchanter shall deny</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For the too well-remember’d theatre</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of my long tragedy—Strike up the drums!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If this be Truth, and all of us awake,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Indeed a famous quarrel is at stake:</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">If but a Vision I will see it out,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, drive the Dream, I can but join the rout.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Capt.</i> And in good time, sir, for a palpable</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Touchstone of truth and rightful vengeance too,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Here is Clotaldo taken.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Soldiers.</i> <span class="pad8">In with him!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In with the traitor!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Clotaldo brought in.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad10">Ay, Clotaldo, indeed—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Himself—in his old habit—his old self—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What! back again, Clotaldo, for a while</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To swear me this for truth, and afterwards</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">All for a dreaming lie?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clo.</i> <span class="pad12">Awake or dreaming,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Down with that sword, and down these traitors theirs.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Drawn in rebellion ’gainst their Sovereign.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> (<i>about to strike</i>). Traitor! Traitor yourself!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But soft—soft—soft!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You told me, not so very long ago,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Awake or dreaming—I forget—my brain</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is not so clear about it—but I know</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">One test you gave me to discern between,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Which mad and dreaming people cannot master;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or if the dreamer could, so best secure</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A comfortable waking—Was ’t not so?—</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_511"></a>[511]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>To Rosaura</i>). Needs not your intercession now, you see,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As in the dream before—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Clotaldo, rough old nurse and tutor too</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That only traitor wert, to me if true—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Give him his sword; set him on a fresh horse;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Conduct him safely through my rebel force;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And so God speed him to his sovereign’s side!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Give me your hand; and whether all awake</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or all a-dreaming, ride, Clotaldo, ride—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dream-swift—for fear we dreams should overtake.</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center">(<i>A Battle may be supposed to take place; after which</i>)</p>

<h4><span class="smcap">Scene II.</span>—<i>A wooded pass near the field of battle;
drums, trumpets, firing, etc. Cries of ‘God
save Basilio! Segismund,’ etc.</i></h4>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Fife</span>, running.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> God save them both, and save them all! say I!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh—what hot work!—Whichever way one turns</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The whistling bullet at one’s ears—I’ve drifted</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Far from my mad young—master—whom I saw</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Tossing upon the very crest of battle,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Beside the Prince—God save her first of all!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all my heart I say and pray—and so</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Commend her to His keeping—bang!—bang!—bang!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And for myself—scarce worth His thinking of—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I’ll see what I can do to save myself</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Behind this rock, until the storm blows over.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_512"></a>[512]</span>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="right">(<i>Skirmishes, shouts, firing, etc. After some time enter <span class="smcap">King Basilio</span>, <span class="smcap">Astolfo</span>, and <span class="smcap">Clotaldo</span>.</i>)</p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> The day is lost!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> <span class="pad24">Do not despair—the rebels—</span></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> Alas! the vanquish’d only are the rebels.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Clotaldo.</i> Ev’n if this battle lost us, ’tis but one</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gain’d on their side, if you not lost in it;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Another moment and too late: at once</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Take horse, and to the capital, my liege,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Where in some safe and holy sanctuary</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Save Poland in your person.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> <span class="pad24">Be persuaded:</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You know your son: have tasted of his temper;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At his first onset threatening unprovoked</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The crime predicted for his last and worst.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How whetted now with such a taste of blood,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And thus far conquest!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad18">Ay, and how he fought!</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh how he fought, Astolfo; ranks of men</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Falling as swathes of grass before the mower;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I could but pause to gaze at him, although,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Like the pale horseman of the Apocalypse,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Each moment brought him nearer—Yet I say,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I could but pause and gaze on him, and pray</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Poland had such a warrior for her king.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> The cry of triumph on the other side</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Gains ground upon us here—there’s but a moment</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For you, my liege, to do, for me to speak,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who back must to the field, and what man may,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Do, to retrieve the fortune of the day. (<i>Firing.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife</i> (<i>falling forward, shot</i>). Oh, Lord, have mercy on me.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad30">What a shriek—</span></div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_513"></a>[513]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, some poor creature wounded in a cause</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Perhaps not worth the loss of one poor life!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So young too—and no soldier—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Fife.</i> <span class="pad24">A poor lad,</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who choosing play at hide and seek with death,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Just hid where death just came to look for him;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">For there’s no place, I think, can keep him out,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Once he’s his eye upon you. All grows dark—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">You glitter finely too—Well—we are dreaming—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But when the bullet’s off—Heaven save the mark!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So tell my mister—mastress— (<i>Dies.</i>)</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> Oh God! How this poor creature’s ignorance</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Confounds our so-call’d wisdom! Even now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When death has stopt his lips, the wound through which</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His soul went out, still with its bloody tongue</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Preaching how vain our struggle against fate!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">(<i>Voices within.</i>) After them! After them! This way! This way!</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The day is ours—Down with Basilio, etc.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Ast.</i> Fly, sir—</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> <span class="pad10">And slave-like flying not out-ride</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The fate which better like a King abide!</div>
  </div>
</div>

<p class="center"><i>Enter <span class="smcap">Segismund</span>, <span class="smcap">Rosaura</span>, <span class="smcap">Soldiers</span>, etc.</i></p>

<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Segismund.</i> Where is the King?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King</i> (<i>prostrating himself</i>). Behold him,—by this late</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Anticipation of resistless fate,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thus underneath your feet his golden crown,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And the white head that wears it, laying down,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His fond resistance hope to expiate.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Segismund.</i> Princes and warriors of Poland—you</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_514"></a>[514]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">That stare on this unnatural sight aghast,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Listen to one who, Heaven-inspired to do</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What in its secret wisdom Heaven forecast,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By that same Heaven instructed prophet-wise</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To justify the present in the past.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What in the sapphire volume of the skies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Is writ by God’s own finger misleads none,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But him whose vain and misinstructed eyes,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">They mock with misinterpretation,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or who, mistaking what he rightly read,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ill commentary makes, or misapplies</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thinking to shirk or thwart it. Which has done</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The wisdom of this venerable head;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who, well provided with the secret key</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To that gold alphabet, himself made me,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Himself, I say, the savage he fore-read</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Fate somehow should be charged with; nipp’d the growth</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Of better nature in constraint and sloth,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That only bring to bear the seed of wrong</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And turn’d the stream to fury whose out-burst</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Had kept his lawful channel uncoerced,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And fertilized the land he flow’d along.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Then like to some unskilful duellist,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who having over-reach’d himself pushing too hard</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His foe, or but a moment off his guard—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">What odds, when Fate is one’s antagonist!—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nay, more, this royal father, self-dismay’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">At having Fate against himself array’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Upon himself the very sword he knew</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Should wound him, down upon his bosom drew,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That might well handled, well have wrought; or, kept</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Undrawn, have harmless in the scabbard slept.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But Fate shall not by human force be broke,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_515"></a>[515]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Nor foil’d by human feint; the Secret learn’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Against the scholar by that master turn’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who to himself reserves the master-stroke.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Witness whereof this venerable Age,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thrice crown’d as Sire, and Sovereign, and Sage,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Down to the very dust dishonour’d by</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The very means he tempted to defy</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The irresistible. And shall not I,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till now the mere dumb instrument that wrought</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The battle Fate has with my father fought,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Now the mere mouth-piece of its victory—</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Oh, shall not I, the champion’s sword laid down,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Be yet more shamed to wear the teacher’s gown,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, blushing at the part I had to play,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Down where that honour’d head I was to lay</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">By this more just submission of my own,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The treason Fate has forced on me atone?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>King.</i> Oh, Segismund, in whom I see indeed,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Out of the ashes of my self-extinction</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A better self revive; if not beneath</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Your feet, beneath your better wisdom bow’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The Sovereignty of Poland I resign,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With this its golden symbol; which if thus</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Saved with its silver head inviolate,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall nevermore be subject to decline;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But when the head that it alights on now</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Falls honour’d by the very foe that must,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As all things mortal, lay it in the dust,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Shall star-like shift to his successor’s brow.</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Shouts, trumpets, etc.</i> God save King Segismund!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> <span class="pad30">For what remains—</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As for my own, so for my people’s peace,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Astolfo’s and Estrella’s plighted hands</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I disunite, and taking hers to mine,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">His to one yet more dearly his resign.</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_516"></a>[516]</span>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Shouts, etc.</i> God save Estrella, Queen of Poland!</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent2"><i>Seg.</i> (<i>to Clotaldo</i>). <span class="pad18">You</span></div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That with unflinching duty to your King,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Till countermanded by the mightier Power,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Have held your Prince a captive in the tower,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Henceforth as strictly guard him on the throne</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">No less my people’s keeper than my own.<a id="FNanchor_15" href="#Footnote_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a></div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">You stare upon me all, amazed to hear</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The word of civil justice from such lips</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As never yet seem’d tuned to such discourse.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But listen—In that same enchanted tower,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Not long ago I learn’d it from a dream</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Expounded by this ancient prophet here;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And which he told me, should it come again,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How I should bear myself beneath it; not</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As then with angry passion all on fire,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Arguing and making a distemper’d soul;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">But ev’n with justice, mercy, self-control,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As if the dream I walk’d in were no dream,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And conscience one day to account for it.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A dream it was in which I thought myself,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And you that hail’d me now then hail’d me King,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In a brave palace that was all my own,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Within, and all without it, mine; until,</div><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_517"></a>[517]</span>
    <div class="verse indent0">Drunk with excess of majesty and pride,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Methought I tower’d so high and swell’d so wide,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That of myself I burst the glittering bubble,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That my ambition had about me blown,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And all again was darkness. Such a dream</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">As this in which I may be walking now;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dispensing solemn justice to you shadows,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Who make believe to listen; but anon,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With all your glittering arms and equipage,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">King, princes, captains, warriors, plume and steel,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Ay, ev’n with all your airy theatre,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">May flit into the air you seem to rend</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">With acclamation, leaving me to wake</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">In the dark tower; or dreaming that I wake</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">From this that waking is; or this and that</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Both waking or both dreaming; such a doubt</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Confounds and clouds our mortal life about.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And, whether wake or dreaming, this I know,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">How dream-wise human glories come and go;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whose momentary tenure not to break,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Walking as one who knows he soon may wake</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">So fairly carry the full cup, so well</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Disorder’d insolence and passion quell,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">That there be nothing after to upbraid</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Dreamer or doer in the part he play’d,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Whether To-morrow’s dawn shall break the spell,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Or the Last Trumpet of the eternal Day,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">When Dreaming with the Night shall pass away.</div>
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<p class="right">[<i>Exeunt.</i></p>

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<div class="footnotes">

<div class="chapter">

<h2 class="nobreak">FOOTNOTES</h2>

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<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">[1]</a> I will not answer for the accuracy of my version of this
dilemma at Ombre: neither perhaps could Lazaro for his: which,
together with the indifference (I presume) of all present readers on
the subject, has made me indifferent about it. Cesar, I see, starts
with almost the same fine hand Belinda had, who also was</p>

<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">‘<i>Just in the jaws of ruin and Codille</i>,’</div>
  </div>
</div>
</div>

<p class="noindent">as he was, but, unlike him, saved by that unseen king of hearts that</p>

<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">‘<i>Lurk’d in her hand and mourn’d his captive queen</i>.’</div>
  </div>
</div>
</div>

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<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_2" href="#FNanchor_2" class="label">[2]</a> The ambition for a coach, so frequently laughed at by Calderon,
is said to be in full force now; not for the novelty of the invention,
then, nor perhaps the dignity, so much as for the real comfort of
easy and sheltered carriage in such a climate.</p>

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<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_3" href="#FNanchor_3" class="label">[3]</a> This little song is from the <i>Desdicha de la Voz</i>.</p>

</div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_4" href="#FNanchor_4" class="label">[4]</a> One cannot fail to be reminded of the multiplication of
Falstaff’s men in buckram, not the only odd coincidence between
the two poets. Lazaro’s solution of the difficulty seems to me
quite worthy of Falstaff.</p>

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<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_5" href="#FNanchor_5" class="label">[5]</a> Vicente’s flirtation with the two Criadas, and its upshot, is
familiar to English play-goers in the comedy of ‘The Wonder.’</p>

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<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_6" href="#FNanchor_6" class="label">[6]</a></p>

<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Como me podre vengar</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Si aquel, que me ha de ayuda</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A sustentarme, me advierte</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Que armado en la terra dura</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Solo ha de irme aprovechando</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">De aldaba, con que ir llamando</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">A mi misma sepultura?</div>
  </div>
</div>
</div>

<div class="poetry-container">
<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Ne deth, alas! ne will not han my lif.</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Thus walke I like a resteles caitif,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And on the ground, which is my modres gate,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">I knocke with my staf erlich and late,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">And say to hire, ‘Leve mother, let me yn.’</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse right"><span class="smcap">Chaucer’s</span> <i>Pardoner’s Tale</i>.</div>
  </div>
</div>
</div>

</div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_7" href="#FNanchor_7" class="label">[7]</a> The Biographie Universelle says it was Don Pedro of <i>Castile</i>
about whose cognomen there was some difference of opinion; a
defence of him being written in 1648 by Count de Roca, ambassador
from Spain to Venice, entitled, ‘El Rey Don Pedro,
llamado el Cruel, el Justiciero, y el Necessitado, defendido.’ It is
he, I suppose, figures in the ‘Medico de su Honra.’ He flourished
at the same time, however, with his namesake of Arragon.</p>

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<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_8" href="#FNanchor_8" class="label">[8]</a></p>

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<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent0">Y se queda su intencion</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">Sin su efecto descubierta.</div>
  </div>
</div>
</div>

</div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_9" href="#FNanchor_9" class="label">[9]</a> Don Lope de Figueroa, who figures also in the <i>Amar despues
de la Muerte</i>, was (says Mr. Ticknor) ‘the commander under
whom Cervantes served in Italy, and probably in Portugal, when
he was in the <i>Tercio de Flandes</i>,—the Flanders Regiment,—one
of the best bodies of troops in the armies of Philip II.,’ and the
very one now advancing, with perhaps Cervantes in it, to Zalamea.</p>

</div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_10" href="#FNanchor_10" class="label">[10]</a> ‘A hoop of whalebone, used to spread out the petticoat to a
wide circumference;’—Johnson; who one almost wonders did not
spread out into a wider circumference of definition about the
‘<i>poore verdingales</i>,’ that (according to Heywood)</p>

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<div class="poetry">
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent18">——‘must lie in the streete,</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">To have them no doore in the citye made meete.’</div>
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</div>
</div>

<p>The Spanish name is ‘guarda infanta,’ which puzzles Don
Torribio, as to what his cousin had to do with infants. Our word
was first (as Heywood writes) <i>verdingale:</i> which, as Johnson tells
us, ‘much exercised the etymology of Skinner, who at last seems
to determine that it is derived from <i>vertu garde</i>.’ This, however,
Johnson thinks does not at all get to the bottom of the etymology,
which may, he says, be found in Dutch. Perhaps the old French
<i>petenlair</i> was of the same kindred.</p>

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<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_11" href="#FNanchor_11" class="label">[11]</a> The Phenomena that follow, and are here supposed to be
magic illusions created in Cipriano’s Eyes, are in the original
represented by theatrical Machinery.</p>

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<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_12" href="#FNanchor_12" class="label">[12]</a> As this version of Calderon’s drama is not for acting, a higher
and wider mountain-scene than practicable may be imagined for
Rosaura’s descent in the first Act and the soldiers ascent in the
last. The bad watch kept by the sentinels who guarded their
state-prisoner, together with much else (not all!) that defies sober
sense in this wild drama, I must leave Calderon to answer for:
whose audience were not critical of detail and probability, so long
as a good story, with strong, rapid, and picturesque action and
situation, was set before them.</p>

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<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_13" href="#FNanchor_13" class="label">[13]</a> ‘Some report that they’—(panthers)—‘have one marke on
the shoulders resembling the moone, growing and decreasing as
she doth, sometimes showing a full compasse, and otherwhiles
hollowed and pointed with tips like the hornes.’—<i>Philemon
Holland’s Pliny</i>, b. viii. c. 17.</p>

</div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_14" href="#FNanchor_14" class="label">[14]</a> Almander, or almandre, Chaucer’s word for <i>almond-tree</i>,
Rom. Rose, 1363.</p>

</div>

<div class="footnote">

<p><a id="Footnote_15" href="#FNanchor_15" class="label">[15]</a> In Calderon’s drama, the Soldier who liberates Segismund
meets with even worse recompense than in the version below. I
suppose some such saving clause against prosperous treason was
necessary in the days of Philip IV., if not later.</p>

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  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent4"><i>Capt.</i> And what for him, my liege, who made you free</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">To honour him who held you prisoner?</div>
  </div>
  <div class="stanza">
    <div class="verse indent4"><i>Seg.</i> By such self-proclamation self-betray’d</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">Less to your Prince’s service or your King’s</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">Loyal, than to the recompence it brings;</div>
    <div class="verse indent0">The tower he leaves I make you keeper of</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">For life—and, mark you, not to leave alive;</div>
    <div class="verse indent2">For treason may, but not the traitor, thrive.</div>
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