In feverish vision some gigantic crime Stalk round his restless couch, and scream aloud"Thou never can'st escape me; through existence "I am thy sworn attendant." Shield us all, Ye powers of mercy, from a doom like this. Marmion [peevishly.] Fearful indeed! Who doubts it? Must our converse End like a grandame's tale, in prayers and blessings. Then turn to gayer themes. The bowl stands still. Thy minstrels, Surrey, are renown'd, and I Surrey. - Well, let them enter. Tunstall [aside.] I fear the picture drawn to fit a king Has found its guilty model in a subject. SCENE IX. To them enter CONSTANCE, under the name of FIDELIO, drest as a Page, at the head of a Band of Minstrels. Marmion [aside and starting.] Fidelio venture thus!The act is madness. Constance. To thee, my noble master, and to all This great assembly, I with reverence bow, And have prepar'd such lays as nicest ears May hear with interest. Surrey. Gladly we attend. [CONSTANCE Seats herself at the Harp, and she and the other Minstrels perform the Songs in the Third Canto of Marmion.] "Where shall the lover rest, "Whom the Fates sever "From his true maiden's breast, "Parted for ever? "Where through groves deep and high, sound the far "billow, "Where early violets die under the willow, &c. &e. &c. "Where shall the traitor rest, "Who could win maiden's breast, "In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, "Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying," &c. &c. &c. Marmion [rising in anger.] Fidelio, thou wert wrong. To sing at such an hour?-Thou should'st have rais❜d Surrey. Be not harsh. Indeed the lay has pleas'd us. Both the words And modulation speak a master's hand. Constance [to Marmion.] This song, my lord, once sooth'd your partial ear, And you have prais'd the sentiments it breath'd. What cause has made it irksome? Marmion. Boy, beware. Let not my favour teach thee to assume. I tell thee it was ominous to sing Of battles lost, of flight, despair, and death.- [CONSTANCE casts a reproachful look on MARMION, Tunstall [aside to Howard.] I ween some mystery lurks behind this anger. Howard. Belike there may, but 'tis not our concern. SCENE X. To them, a Herald. Herald. My lords, the long-expected train draws near. On yonder hill the sacred banner waves, Whose gorgeous folds reflect the mid-day sun.* * See note the eighth. Fall prostrate, and invoke our patron saint. Surrey. I joy to hear it. A short delay Come, let us to their head. Marmion. Let me entreat. Domestic cares detain me; [Exeunt severally. END OF ACT I, ACT II. SCENE I. An Apartment in MARMION'S Lodgings. Constance [alone.] O torture of remembrance and re morse! Despis'd, spurn'd, rated! like those menials vile Revenge may burst unlook'd-for o'er thy head, Compassion wake.-Could Marmion love me still— SCENE II. MARMION, CONSTANCE. Marmion. What evil genius led thee? Constance. Marmion, hold! Think'st thou it is indeed the tame Fidelio, The fawning crouching page, that patient waits Whose blood, if less renown'd, was pure as thine, Marmion. I came not to reply to wild reproach, Constance. Lo! I am ready!-Point my destin'd way.* I am inur'd to flight.-But oh! dire change I fled with Marmion;-now,-he drives me from him. Whose bars I forc'd? Ah! horrors worse than death * See note the ninth. |